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me.
I grabbed the phone.
“Hello?”
“Cole?”
“Cody?” I asked.
“Fuck. Brother. Where’s your secretary?”
“Why are you calling this late?”
“Just to see if you really work as much as you say you do.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Whoa. First off, can I tell you the name I was going to use?”
“Sure, Cody.”
“I was going to say I was Mr. Luvanal.”
“Wow,” I said. “Is that what you do all day?”
“You’re in a bad mood,” he said. “Did your big deal fall through or something?”
“No, Cody. I’m still working on it. I’m tired.”
“Go to sleep.”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
“When I’m tired, I sleep.”
“Good for you,” I said.
“Yeah, you’re really in a mood. I might be swinging through the city soon.”
“And what does that mean?”
“I’m kind of, uh, in between places right now, Cole.”
“You got kicked out of your apartment?”
“I never really had an apartment,” Cody said. “You know me, I just go from place to place. I’m a floater. A drifter. I’m like a butterfly…”
You’re like a cockroach, brother.
I took a deep breath. “Cody, let me help you. Let me send you somewhere.”
“Fuck, the rehab talk again?”
“No,” I said. “Like I told you before. A cabin in the woods. Hidden. West coast.”
“You don’t want me around,” Cody said. “You’re worried about this deal… but I could get in trouble anywhere… what’s going on, Cole? Do you have a girlfriend or something?”
“No,” I said. I swallowed hard. “You’re in trouble, aren’t you? You’re kind of whispering right now, Cody. You’re hiding. Who do you owe money to?”
“Can’t someone call his brother to say hello?”
“What do you want to talk about then, Cody?”
“How much money are you going to get from this deal? I mean, I know you’re living large now, but how much are we talking with the new cash?”
I laughed. “That’s none of your business.”
“See? You just want to hide from me. So why can’t I hide too?”
“Cody, are you in serious trouble? Are you hiding from the cops? Or someone else?”
“Look, Cole, I just wanted to say hello. That’s all. I’m working my way your way. Just giving you a heads up. Next time make your secretary pick up. I really thought Mr. Luvanal would have been a good one. I was going to say it in my really deep voice too. What a waste.”
The call went dead.
I slammed the phone down.
I needed a drink.
I needed someone to fuck.
Yet, I didn’t want anyone but Maya.
“How’s the baby mama drama?” Jackson asked.
I found us a quiet lounge type place that was dark and relaxed.
We were just a few business guys hanging out, having a drink, nothing else going on.
“It’s going,” I said.
“Damn, Cole,” Lincoln said. “I still can’t believe you knocked up your secretary.”
“Don’t say it like that,” I snapped. “She’s not just some fucking whore or something, okay?”
“So, it means more than just sex?” Liam asked. “Is Cole falling in love?”
“What? I didn’t say that.”
Liam slide his drink across the table. “Here, drink this one too. One way or another, we’re getting the truth out of you.”
“There is no truth,” I said.
“Don’t fight it,” Jackson said. “I tried with Callie for a long time. The second I started fucking her and realized the truth… it’s worth it.”
“Maya isn’t Callie,” I said. “She’s a pretend writer from some small shit town, okay? She can barely do the job I need her to do. If anything, I need to fire her, but I’m stuck because of the pregnancy. Okay?”
“Oh, I think she did the job you wanted her to do,” Lincoln said. He grinned. “She milked your cock clean.”
“So good you didn’t pull out,” Liam added.
“I thought we were okay,” I said. “I thought… you know… we were protected.”
“She’s protected now,” Jackson said. “If you don’t love this woman, then you need to work something out. She can use the baby against you and just syphon cash hand over fist.”
“Shit, that’s true,” Liam said. “I know corporate law is my expertise, but I can make some calls for you.”
“Give the guy a chance here,” Lincoln said. “This is new for Cole. He’s actually feeling emotions for once in his life.”
“Fuck you, Lincoln,” I said.
“It’s the truth,” Lincoln said. “Look, it’s simple. You are as much of an asshole as Jackson. No offense, Jackson.”
“None taken,” Jackson said. “But for the record, I have a bigger dick than Cole does.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said.
Jackson started to stand up. “Dicks on the table, let’s go…”
“Sit down, Jackson,” I said.
“Just listen to me,” Lincoln said. “Jackson is the kind of