The Love Of Money - Episode 113
28-07-25 (10:48)
"You think?" Chloe said." "You're going to come across a
lot of that moving forward. And there's going to be
plenty of them out there more convincing than Mrs.
Tanaka."
Great. More Ashlees. The thought of other women out
there with ulterior motives trying to seduce me at
cocktail parties or in boardrooms sounded like a lot of
trouble and work, and the mere idea of it already made
me tired. Despite that, however, I could feel the
stirrings of an erection going on in my pants.
Apparently, my libido had a different opinion. I adjusted
my posture a little to rearrange my hardening cock to
make it more comfortable and didn't miss the flicker of
Chloe's eyes, clearly understanding what I was doing.
"Just saying," she continued, "be smart."
"Thanks."
"Soups on!" a familiar voice said behind me.
Darren dropped into the chair opposite of me, placing a
cup of light brown coffee with generous foam in front
of me, and then reached to the other table to set a
mug of hot, bitter, bean water in front of Chloe.
"Hey there," he said to Chloe, extending his hand.
"Dillon."
"Chloe," my bodyguard responded, shaking it.
"Are you the new girlfriend? Don't break his heart, or I'll
kill you."
Chloe arched an unamused eyebrow at him, but then
broke and gave him a small smile and said, "No. I just
work for Mr. Upton." Then she looked at me, "Do you
mind if I take a few minutes for the restroom?"
"Not at all," said, "Take your time."
As soon as Chloe departed, Dillon leaned across the
table, "Dude! What the fuck is your life now?"
"Shh," I said, gesturing to get him to lower his voice. A
lot of the staring had died down, and I didn't want to
pique anyone's interest again. "It's been crazy."
He slapped me on the arm, "And what the fuck man!
Why's it taken you a week and a half to see me? I've
been dying for some details!"
"Hey! I'm sorry, dude, but if you knew what's been
going on, you'd understand."
"Oh, I get it," Dillon said. "Become super rich and you
forget all about the little man."
"That's not it," protested, worried that I'd seriously upset
him.
Dillon's scowl melted as he said, "I'm messing with you,
man, it's fine. I get it. I'm not thrilled that you didn't get
back to me sooner, but I get it." He eased back in his
chair and continued, "You got busy. Jonah's a little more
butthurt about it though, so you'll need to kiss his ass a
little or something."
"I'm rich now," snorted, "I don't have to kiss anyone's
ass."
Dillon chuckled, looked over my shoulder in the
direction of the bathrooms, and then back at me,
leaning forward conspiratorially as he said, "But
seriously... Chloe? What the fuck, man? She's a twelve!
Are you hitting that?"
It was true. Chloe was a twelve out of ten in the looks
department, and a blind eunuch would've been affected
by her. I kept finding myself staring at her when she
was looking at her phone or otherwise distracted and
wondered if she relied on her looks as some sort of
weapon to get people to underestimate her. Her pert
nose and freckles worked with her blonde locks to give
off the Impression she was something closer to a
cheerleading camp instructor, not a deadly ex-CIA
agent.
"No. She works for me," I said as if that little detall
meant anything considering what I'd done with
practically every other woman I'd hired.
"Is she single?"
"I think so," said. Come to think of it, Chloe never
revealed that detail.
"Do you mind if I shoot my shot?"
"Dude.."
"Aw. You can't blame me for trying," Dillon said. "So
what happened? Fill me in!"
I gave him as much information as I could, including the
fact that I'd slept with several women in the space of
two weeks. I filled him in on how someone broke into
my apartment, and that I'd hired a private investigator
to track down clues. When he asked, I confirmed the
public worth, thinking that it was best to continue
keeping the actual number a secret as long as possible.
Then I gave him a brief de***********ion of my new
apartment.
"Emily's seen it," I said. I'll have some kind of house
party or something once things settle down a little
more. It's been crazy though. People are manipulating
me, paparazzi are following me around, and I have a
meeting with the director of operations for VistaVision
later this afternoon."
"Damn dude," Dillon said. Amazement warred with
jealousy on his face. "No wonder we haven't talked. I'd
be busy too If I were you."
"Thanks for understanding. I'll call Jonah and catch him
up too. Maybe inviting him to the house party will help.
I'll have to get Erin to put one together."
"Erin's the assistant?"
"Yeah."
'And she's hot?"
I wanted to roll my eyes, but in all fairness, it was one
of the qualifications that made me hire her. "Yeah. She
is."
"She single?"
"No." I said a little more quickly and sharply than
intended, "she's off limits."
"Dawg, you gotta hook a brother up," Dillon said, not
noticing the edge in my tone.
"I'm happy to, but Erin's off-limits," I said. "Chloe too, for
that matter."
"What about her?" he asked pointing at Carla as
covertly as possible. You planning on hooking up with
her?
"Who? Carla? She's the wife of someone on the board
of my company.
*For real? She looked like she was getting awfully
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