The Love Of Money - Episode 273
22-08-25 (10:42)
And then I heard her sob.
Fuck.
If I was being honest, the last thing I wanted to do
was hole up in my apartment for the rest of my life. I’d
just found out about the house in the Catskills. I was
about to hire a PR person. I was training to be healthier.
Despite the trip to Nevada taking a turn for the worst,
the initial trip had been fun, and I wanted to try it again
somewhere' different. I wanted to visit Atlantic City. I
wanted to go see exotic destinations… I wanted to lie
on an island in the Caribbean and make love to the
women in my life.
And I’d gotten a taste of winning at the corporate game
today. I knew all days wouldn’t be like today, but
getting one over on Kelly Maddox, Amber Bell, and Hiro
Tanaka had been fun, and the thought of building
something with Chandler sounded exciting. I wanted to
take my family on vacations and spoil my nephew and
any future kids my siblings had. If I locked myself
inside my apartment, that wouldn’t be living. It would
be dying slowly inside a gilded casket.
I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and let out a
long sigh. God… there had to be a better way of doing
this.
Still… I’d made a deal.
“Cancel the driver,” I said to Chloe. I whirled and
stalked back over to the table, Carla looking up at me
with shining eyes as I returned. It looked like she really
had started to cry. She looked at me, her brow knitted
in confusion.
“What—”
“Vegan steak better be fucking amazing,” I snarled,
cutting her off as I plopped down in the chair.
“It—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said as I leaned forward and
pointed a finger at her. “We’re in this mess together,
but we’re not fucking equals, understand?”
She simply stared at me.
“Say you’re right,” I said. “Say Hiro’s pissed, and there’s
nothing I can do to change that. You sure you can give
me insight on how to keep him from nuking me?”
Carla bit her lip and nodded.
I huffed and looked around. This time, both the waiters
were watching me openly, not even bothering to hide
it. “Okay,” I said, glaring back at her. “Chandler’s
looking at positions for you. We’ll go talk to him
tomorrow afternoon.”
Carla nodded, and we just stared at each other for
several minutes in absolute silence. Eventually, she
asked, “What changed your mind?”
I thought about telling her that her crying had gotten to
me or that the idea of vegan steak was just too
interesting of an option to pass up. In the end, I decided
to be completely honest with her, which was
something I doubted she’d been with me. “Your
husband—”
“Ex-husband,” she corrected.
“You haven’t even drawn up the papers yet,” I retorted.
“He’s been stupid rich a lot longer than I have. He’s
smarter at this than I am, and that scares me. I’ve
already been kidnapped by someone, and I don’t even
know who that is. The last thing I need is enemies on
multiple fronts. Thanks to you, that’s what I have.”
Carla opened her mouth to say something, and I cut
her off. “And, frankly, I don’t know that getting my
choice in CEO over VistaVision was worth it, but here
we are. If you can help me, then I can’t just throw that
away.”
“You can’t keep staying where'ver you’re staying,” I said.
“It’s not safe.”
“He doesn’t know where' I’m staying,” Carla said.
“Besides, I’ve hired security.”
“I’m sure it’s only a matter of time till he figures out
where' you’re staying,” I retorted. “And my security is
better. My building is basically a fortress.”
Carla bit her lip and considered that, but she didn’t
immediately argue with me, which I felt was a win.
Before she could say anything, though, our dishes came,
and I decided to turn my attention to the food for a
moment.
I was wrong about vegan steak. As much as I hated to
admit it, the chef had prepared a piece of meatless
delicacy that was every bit as tender, juicy, and tasty
as a slab of red meat, and no matter how much I tried,
I couldn’t taste the difference between this and a piece
of actual animal carcass. Despite how good it was, that
fact served to annoy me a little more.
As the pair of us ate over the course of the next twenty
minutes, the air around us became less tense. Carla
eventually went back to being her flirtatious, charming
self, and I reluctantly ended up enjoying her company.
Once we were both finished, the waiter returned and
asked us if we were ready to order dessert.
Mrs. Tanaka looked back at me, placing her elbows on
the table as she leaned forward, showing off the
exquisite pair of tits that threatened to spill out of the
top of the draped gold material holding them at bay.
The pair of tits that Hiro Tanaka had paid for.
“We could eat dessert here,” she suggested, “Or we
could go back to my room and have dessert there.”
I tore my eyes off Carla’s cleavage and looked into her
eyes, immediately sucked in by the heated gaze she
was giving me. Like I said, she was a gorgeous
woman, and I’d never been with anyone who’d had
work done before. I wondered if everything felt as
good as all-natural did.
Tanaka was already pissed that I beat him at his own
game. It was made worse that I used his wife to do it,
even though it was unwitting. Now, he was going to be
even more mad when it got back to him that I’d had
dinner with his wife the next evening. Did I really need
to give him any more reason to hate me?
Something in Carla Tanaka’s eyes softened as she
gazed back at me, and I saw a touch of sincerity in
them. “It’s been months since I’ve had anything good
inside me.”
On the other hand…
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