The Better Brother

I was sitting in a tub of cold water and daylight was breaking through the bathroom window.

My fingers were buried up to the knuckles inside of me.

“Maggie!” My brother was beating on the bathroom door.

I sighed as I pulled myself out of the tub.

Welcome to Maggie’s world.

CHAPTER SIX: TYLER

I had Charlie on speaker phone as I drove the Hummer from the little airstrip where we landed the corporate jet outside of Mountain View to the cabin on the side of the mountain. Charlie had remained behind in Denver to work out the details of the latest development project we had in the works. There was no rush for me to get back to Mountain View, other than I wanted to see Maggie Dean again.

Silly, I know, but I had not been able to get the look of shock on her pretty face when I flashed my cock at her out of my mind. Hell, I didn’t flash it. I practically flung it out there and yelled, “Come and get it!”

I would never admit it, especially to Charlie, but a part of me felt bad for what I’d done to Maggie. It was pretty fucked up after all. I just met the girl and offered to pay her for opening up those fuck-ably long legs for me.

I’d gotten so used to being the “billionaire mountain man” they wrote about in Playboy and Esquire that sometimes, common decency just flew out the window. I was the swinging dick party boy who ordered up women like fast food from a menu.

I’ll take a blonde, a brunette, and two redheads to go, please. And keep them coming.

It was almost like I didn’t know how to act around a real girl anymore.

Maggie was real. She was different. She was sweet. She had self-respect. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

The women I usually hung out with dropped their panties at the sight of me, but Maggie brought me back down to earth. As much as she needed the job, she didn’t hesitate to tell me to screw off. I had to make her mine.

I guided the Hummer along the mountain road as I listened to Charlie complain about the bribes he was having to dole out to building inspectors and various government officials to get the deal done. I told him I didn’t need to hear those kinds of details and he quickly changed the subject.

I sometimes had to turn a blind eye for the good of the company. If some lawyer down the road asked me about any of our shady dealings in Mountain View I wanted to be able to pass a lie detector and say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

That’s why I had Charlie.

Charlie was my dirty deal maker.

He was paid millions of dollars to get the job done, no matter what it took or whose palm had to be greased or who got hurt in the process.

My hands were clean and my conscience was clear. Sort of.

I had no problem sleeping at night.

I counted hundred dollar bills to fall asleep like normal people counted sheep. I just wanted to win, period. End of story.

I’d been accused by competitors of using shady business practices in building my empire, but they’d never been able to prove a fucking thing.

Building an empire is like building a house: it’s all about the layers of insulation. And I was about as insulated as the CEO of a billion-dollar conglomerate could get.

Honestly, there’s no such thing as ‘a little shady’ in my world.

That’s like being ‘a little pregnant’ or ‘a little dead’.

It’s all shady. And it’s all business.

Being a nice guy killed my dad and I’d be damned if it would do the same to me.

Tyler Jenner always came out on top. No exceptions, no mercy.

As I turned onto the narrow road leading up to my cabin I started thinking about my dad, which I often did when I was alone.