The Love Of Money - Episode 240
06-08-25 (17:53)
"Can..." Emily hesitated before continuing, "Can I ask
you about something?"
"Sure," I said. "I have some time."
"What are you going to tell Mom and Dad?"
"About?"
"Who you're dating. Mom's pretty traditional about this
sort of thing. I don't think she would take it well if she
found out that you've basically built a harem."
"A harem?" I didn't like that implication.
She held up a finger. "Erin." Then she paused and
looked at Chloe.
"It's fine," I said, anticipating what she was thinking.
"She's allowed to hear everything. She has to be able
to do her job."
She looked back at me doubtfully but continued,
holding up a second finger. "Helen." She held up a third
finger and continued listing the rest off. "Danni, Shea,
Natashya, Ashlee
"Ashlee doesn't count," I said, but I got her point.
"That's a messed up thing to say, but whatever. You're
dating a lot of women." She pointed at Chloe and said,
"Are you guys sleeping together?"
"Em!" I snapped.
Emily eyed Chloe for a moment and said, "Nah... you
aren't sleeping with my brother."
"What makes you say that?" Chloe asked as she
swirled the orange juice around her glass, seeming
more idly curious than anything.
"Because you seem to have more sense than most."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "That Erin
and Helen don't have any sense?"
Emily shook her head a little wearily. "No, I'm sorry...
it's just.."
"What?" I asked.
"Mom was grilling me about you yesterday. I think she
got the same impression I did with Erin-that you guys
were something more. She thought it was weird when
Jess showed up, and I agree."
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to bring up
Natashya again, but it wasn't quite the same. If I
understood her correctly, she was concerned about the
number of girls I was fucking and that I was hiring
them specifically so I could sleep with them. I had to
admit... sleeping with my employees had been a hell of
a perk. My chef was engaged, my personal trainer was
a lesbian, and my CEO was an old British guy doing a
phenomenal John Cleese impersonation.
"Can be frank?" Chloe said, looking at me.
"Of course," I said.
"Miss Upton," Chloe said, giving Emily a dangerous look.
"I've been guarding rich people for a while, and do you
know how many of them make horrible decisions?"
"All of them?"
"Yep," Chloe said. "All of then. I've seen people fuck up
so bad that they've taken entire families down with
them. Money changes people. Some for the better, but
most of the time, it ends in a dumpster fire. Marcus
hasn't always made the best choices, but he could do
much worse. Of all his good decisions, though, his best
has been in who he hires. He's surrounded himself with
capable people who have not only proven talented, but
also loyal. Some of them just so happen to also be
enthusiastic about being intimate with him. These are
all responsible, consenting adults who have managed to
successfully mix business with pleasure. All while
having more integrity than most."
A mixture of emotions swirled in my head as I listened
to Chloe defend my behavior to my sister. I was
surprised that my bodyguard had said so many words
in a row and that they were all incredibly kind toward
me. I was also taken aback that she was so open-
minded about my relationship with the other women.
For some reason, I always felt like she disapproved of
my sexual antics, so to hear her back me up made me
feel a little better about having her as my bodyguard
during those times.
The memory of her standing in the doorway watching
Ashlee,
Shea, and me fuck while she had her hand buried
between her legs came to mind for the first time since
I'd been rescued. I wondered if she felt like an outsider
watching me enjoy the other ladies in my employ... like
Scrooge standing out in the cold watching his
employee-Bob Cratchit-enjoy a Christmas meal with
this family. What would have happened if I'd indicated
for her to join us? Would she have done it?
"You're right," Emily said, tearing me out of my reverie.
I suddenly realized that I was staring at my bodyguard,
taking in the sight of her suburban-mom good looks,
her freckled nose and cheeks framed by dirty blonde
hair, sunkissed arms, and shoulders sculpted into works
of art by years of training and physically demanding
jobs....
"I'm sorry," Emily continued. "I didn't mean to come off
as judgmental. It's not like I can really throw stones,
considering Natashya. Mom just caught me off guard
yesterday with all the questions, and I wasn't sure how
to respond. I didn't want to say anything you might not
want me to."
There was one thing that I didn't think Chloe had
gotten quite right, and I wasn't sure I'd find a better
opening than this. I'd been intending to tell her about
Bobbi, after all.
"It's fine," I said with a sigh. "You might not be entirely
wrong."
"What do you mean?" Emily asked.
I glanced at Chloe and then back at Emily. "Well,
you've seen Bobbi around, right?"
"The one with the collar?" Emily asked.
"That's a yes," I said.
"She's kept her distance, but Natashya and I both have.
We've been super curious, too. She thinks it's some
kind of kink thing."
"Kind of," I said.
Like I'd done earlier with Tara, I took a deep breath and
told her about Bobbi, leaving out some of the darker
parts of our story, like the visit I'd made to her hotel
room the night after my press conference. Halfway
through the story, however, I was starting to wonder if
I'd made some sort of mistake... by the time I finished,
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