“What happened?” Victor’s voice is curious.
“Crystal is going up in smoke, yet again untouchable,” I complain, still fucking pissed.
“What the fuck did Owen Wolfe do now?” Victor cackles into the phone. He knows my personality fucking well.
“Well, it started with me fucking Lola in the third floor bathroom at the Expose,” I begin. “I accidentally shot some of my cum onto the health inspector’s shoe when he was in the stall beside us.” I shake my head with the fucking irony of the situation, and
in spite of the consequences I can’t help but grin.
“Damn, dude,” Victor responds.
“So, of course the fucking prick has to go and tattle about me to the board members. Jay tells me my Gold Card membership is suspended for now.”
“So when will you get it back?” Victor asks.
“I have yet to fucking find that shit out myself, brother,” I admit.
I’m distracted momentarily when the intern pops into the room, holding my coffee. I motion to the desk for her to place it down and wave her back out of the office.
“So, why didn’t you just pay off the health inspector to keep his mouth shut?” Victor laughs.
“Wow…that’s a really fucking great idea,” I admit. “In retrospect, I probably should have fucking done that,” I chuckle.
Victor’s suggestion gives me an idea that’s full of fresh hope. “Hey, man, do you think you could go to my meetings for me in my place?”
“What? How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Victor protests, but it’s not the first time he’s helped me either, much like with Melissa.
“I have an idea,” I say. “I really fucking need your help man. Don’t make me beg.”
I hear Victor sigh. “Okay, Owen, but you owe me.”
I laugh. “I owe you everything, forever,” I remind him.
“True,” he chuckles.
“Can you meet me at my apartment later tonight?”
“I’ll be there,” Victor agrees, then we hang up.
Victor rules his house with an iron fist, and as long as he keeps giving his greedy wife fat stacks and handfuls of cash to spend, she’s not going to complain if he comes home late every now and then.
I need to fix this fucking mess I’m in—right the fuck now.
4
Owen
I walk into the Health Inspector’s office like I owe the fucking place. The mini blinds on the windows are drawn, which gives the receptionist’s area a dingy and dark feel, ironic given that his fucking job is to tell people how to clean.
A sound of a little bell chimes through the room when I close the door behind me, alerting the secretary at the front desk that there’s a customer walking in.
“Good afternoon,” she says cheerily.
Okay, this might be easier than I fucking think. I paint on my most charming and charismatic smile as I approach the woman.
She’s a little on the heavier side and has the best-looking set of birthing hips ever. She’s wearing a burgundy infinity scarf even though it’s fucking summer outside. She has blonde hair that’s pulled back in a bun with a cute set of bangs.
“Hi there, sweetie.” I grin at her, flashing my perfectly straight, white teeth. I run a hand through my full, dark thick hair for effect and wink at her.