How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,88

about her body.

That would eventually run out.

Which was fun.

When that happened, the marriage would have run its course. I’d have my bonus.

We’d…

“Who the fuck cares, man?” I whispered to myself.

I opened the fridge and grabbed two beers.

I twisted the caps off and walked back to the bedroom.

“So, sweetie, how is this for service?” I asked as I stepped into the room. “What are you going to grab first, the beer or… my cock…”

My voice trailed off when I saw Callie asleep.

I put the beers down on the dresser and approached the bed.

Her head was to the right and she was out cold.

I smiled and reached down, moving her hair out of her face.

I found my shorts on the floor and took the two beers and left the bedroom.

Callie had always been the biggest pain in my ass. The voice that would never stop talking and annoying me.

I had found the secret to silencing her.

Hours of hot sex.

I sat on the couch and put one beer bottle on the table and kept the other for myself.

I was wide awake.

In reality I could have just gone back to my apartment.

Another benefit of the marriage.

I could go home and do whatever I wanted when I wanted.

I could stay there too, or come back when I was tired and sleep in Callie’s bed.

All in all, it wasn’t too bad.

To my right I noticed something on the end table.

It was a messy stack of papers and folders.

With curiosity in my veins, I flipped the top folder open.

“Hmm,” I said.

It was a bank statement for Callie’s mother’s business.

I wanted to see what the hippy shop was bringing in.

I grabbed the folder and put it on the table and opened it.

As I sipped my beer, I flipped through the statement. Then came the monthly financial reports. The revenue, expenses, order receipts, what was paid and what wasn’t paid yet.

It was very intriguing to see.

I sat back and reached for another folder.

I drank the first beer while going through the last quarter’s reports.

The second beer I had already opened came in handy as I soon had folders spread open across the entire table.

I sat on the edge of the couch and leaned over the paperwork, my eyes racing left to right, up and down, tracking down purchase orders to inventory to when the product sold. How long it sat on the shelf. What it was sold for compared to what it was purchased for.

It took me all of a few minutes to realize that the business was the most unorganized I’d ever seen in my life.

Callie’s mother was buying some items higher than she was selling them for.

She was missing out on bulk discounts and she was missing out on discounts by paying earlier.

The receivables and payables were all mixed together.

There was no float either, showing what needed to be paid and when.

And there was no record of taxes.

Collecting taxes. Paying taxes.

That wasn’t good.

Then there was the one supplier - which looked to be the biggest and best price. Callie’s mother was behind on payments more than one hundred and twenty days. They were coming after her hard too, threatening to take her ordering ability away.

When I started to match up those orders to products sold, I realized if that happened, then Callie’s mother would easily go out of business.

It was a fucking mess.

And then I noticed something.

Checks from Callie to her mother’s business.

A lot of them.

I lifted the paper off the table and stared at it.

Callie’s old address was on the checks along with her scribbled yet bubble like signature.

Sometimes it was only fifty dollars. Other times it was as high as two thousand dollars.

Then I found the paperwork for the back taxes.

Along with notes from Callie.

She liked to jot down ideas on what to do. Who to call. How to work out a payment plan. Or she was just going to pay it all herself and have her mother’s business pay her back. There had to have been twenty different math equations on the paper, trying to make sense of it all.

I put the paper down and stood up.

I walked away from the table feeling pissed.

At Callie’s mother.

And at myself.

It explained perfectly why Callie was the way she was.

She wasn’t just taking care of herself and trying to advance her career.

She was also taking care of her mother. She was keeping her mother’s personal life and business afloat. No wonder she was so cynical with the rocks and the energy talk. No wonder she was so