How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,79
cleaned out his pockets and found more than I cared to find.
My brother was beyond messed up on drugs again.
I took a breath and sat in the chair next to him and that’s where I decided to sleep. Just in case he woke up and freaked out or got sick.
When morning came, I woke up to find him wide awake, making coffee.
I looked at the table next to the couch and saw all the stuff I took out of his pockets was gone.
“Morning, Cole,” he called out.
“Morning,” I said as I stood up. “We need to talk, Cody.”
“I’m sure we do,” he said. “Me first. I need some cash. Like right now.”
“Cash?”
“Cash, brother, cash.”
“Cash for what?”
“I had a rough night.”
“You’re messed up again, Cody. It’s bad.”
“It’s more than bad, Cole,” Cody said. He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me. “Well, it doesn’t have to be that way. Cash fixes it.”
“You owe someone money.”
“And you have money. Problem solved.”
“Drugs. You want me to pay for your drugs. I can’t do that.”
“Cole, come on, don’t be a prick. These guys will fuck me up. You too.”
“Me?”
“What if they followed me here?” Cody asked.
“You piece of shit,” I said. “I’ll call the fucking police.”
“No, you won’t,” Cody said. “You can’t. You need your perfect life, remember?”
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
It was Mr. Pickle calling me.
I walked away to take the call.
“Cole,” Mr. Pickle’s voice boomed. “We need to talk.”
“Of course,” I said. “I’m just getting ready to-”
“We need to settle this deal,” he said. “I’m coming to your place.”
“You’re what?”
“Enough with the office setting. We work better outside the office. Hey, we can always get a strip club to open early, huh? No, can’t do that. The hot girls are all sleeping now. Fuck. I’m still coming your way. I’ve got your address.”
He rattled off the numbers and I looked back at Cody.
My brother looked like a shell of himself.
And him being near someone like Mr. Pickle would only hurt all of us.
Fuck.
“Be there in ten,” Mr. Pickle said. “Save some of that coffee for me.”
The called ended and I pointed to my brother. “You need to leave.”
“Cash, brother,” Cody said.
“I have a business meeting right now,” I said. “You get out of here and stay out of my way for the day and I’ll give you the cash you need. Okay?”
“I can’t walk the streets,” Cody said. “They might be looking for me. It was a really rough night.”
“I’ll get you somewhere safe to hide out,” I said.
My brain scrambled and I texted for a car. I just had to get Cody out of my apartment.
“You better keep to your end of the deal,” Cody said.
“I will,” I said. “Get out of here now. Your car is out front. The driver’s name is Bill. He’s taking you to my other apartment. You remember that one, right?”
“The studio style? I love that place.”
I ushered Cody out of the apartment and hurried to get a fresh shirt.
I fixed my hair, made fresh coffee and waited for Mr. Pickle to arrive.
When he knocked on the door, my heart suddenly sank.
I just sent my messed-up brother over to where Maya was staying…
Chapter Thirty-Five
Maya
I wasn’t going to bother Cole. My goofy pregnancy brain was split into so many possibilities, I almost felt compelled to write them all down. To get them off my mind, and to see if I had any material for a book.
The reality was that Cole had to go to the office to work. I knew more about this deal with Mr. Pickle than anyone besides those two and their lawyers, it was chaotic. Cole insisted this was all part of the deal, but it felt so drawn out. It felt like Mr. Pickle was just using Cole or messing with him. Dangling a gigantic payday in front of him and inching it away every chance he got.
Which I didn’t understand.
Cole worked so hard to get into the position he was in. He was the boss. He ran the company. And now he wanted to sell it?
Now, that was the logical reasoning in my mind. The reasoning where I should have stopped.
But…
The pregnancy hormones danced around and teased me with images of him bending some business whore over his desk, fucking her hard. Images of him touching her firm breasts. My boobs were so big and heavy, I wasn’t sure they were even fun anymore. Not to mention it didn’t help they were like broken faucets. You never knew