success. That had been me and Damien once upon a time.
Though we partied like college kids often do, we worked our asses off in school to be able to graduate with top-notch grades and accolades. I realized it was something we needed to do once Damien had unveiled his lifelong plan to me.
We had hustled around the clock to make our start-up a success and once Damien had systematically ruined his own father, word quickly got around about how ruthless he was and, suddenly, everyone wanted Damien Greystone making money for them. Now, while I wasn’t a slouch, I also didn’t have the reputation of destroying everything my father had spent his entire life building. Unlike Damien's parents, my parents were good people and still together.
Admittedly, I never fully grasped Damien’s obsessive love for Fiona, but I’ll never forget the day he kicked my ass and almost killed me when I had made that flippant comment about what did it matter who popped Fiona’s cherry after he had beat the fuck out of Dennis Franks when we were 16-years-old.
Damien had lost his mind and beat me like we hadn’t been best friends for years. He had been, legit, psychotic in his thoughts about anyone else having Fiona. That’s when I realized how deep his obsession with her went. Yeah, he tortured the poor girl for years, but most of the time I had thought it was for entertainment purposes only. But witnessing him almost kill Dennis, and then almost kill me the next day, had me seriously reevaluating what that girl meant to him.
When we were sophomores in college and I suggested we go into business together, he had divulged his life’s plan to me and had suggested I go down a different path because there was nothing in the world that would steer him away from his goal.
I had jumped in feet first.
I had nothing against his plan, and because I knew Damien, I knew it would happen just like he had predicted.
And it had.
We ran ourselves ragged for ten years to make G&C the financial powerhouse it was today. And we did it all without bribes, compromising our integrity, or becoming anyone’s little bitch. And now with Damien on the West Coast, I was solely responsible for how we operated on the East Coast.
It felt like everything I have ever wanted in life was mine for the taking.
We had made it.
I had more money than I’d ever be able to spend. I had a fabulous apartment in New York. I had access to all the best places to eat and party. I had women for my every want, and who were happy to be sent on their way once I was finished with them.
I had fucking everything I’ve ever wanted.
And even if this thing with Damien and Fiona went south, and I had to harbor a fugitive from the law if he were forced to kidnap her, I would still have more than most people.
My reputation was solid, so I’d always be able to make money if I lost it all because Damien was unstable. But, even then, Damien had made business and financial concessions to make sure I didn’t crash and burn with him if Fiona sent him to prison.
And Fiona was probably going to send him to prison.
My phone pinged with an incoming text and that’s when I noticed it was almost midnight, and I was still at the office. It wasn’t often that I worked this late anymore now that G&C had a stable reputation, but I loved my job. Some days I worked into all hours of the night because I just loved to work.
I’m waiting.
Sondra.
She was my latest flavor of the week, and I had promised her a visit tonight. However, I wasn’t really feeling it tonight. I wasn’t feeling her.
Sondra was an aspiring model with blonde hair so light, it looked almost white. She had big blue eyes, a face her plastic surgeon should use for advertisement, and a body that was slim and lacked curves, but the bitch could suck cock like a two-dollar whore.
Sondra was filthy, and she didn’t care where or how you gave it to her, just as long as you gave it to her in the dirtiest way possible.
Raincheck. Busy.
I really wasn’t busy, and I knew she’d wait up for me until the sun came up if I asked her to, but my desire for her has run its course. It was time to move on.