Gage (Men of Honor 1)

Holly has no idea how much she’s loved, not because I don’t show her, but because she has this ingrained fuckery in her head that she’s just not worthy. Some people pick up on that and try to use it against her. Like this new player that keeps cropping up each time she gives me a rundown of what she’d done that day.

That brings me to the shit that’s been eating away at me for the last little while. I’m a broker, one of the best in my field in fact. I handle millions if not billions of dollars a day for people who trust me to do that shit. When someone dies I usually have to square shit with their family members through teams of lawyers and assistants and whatnot.

One of my clients was an elderly gentleman with more money than sense. Why do I say this? Because the old fuck was eighty-eight and married a twenty-three year old for love. Fuck if I believed that shit, but that was his business.

Now he’s croaked and his young widow has been coming in and out of my office for the past few weeks until I put a stop to it and moved all future contact to a more public venue. There was something predatory in her eyes that gave me pause so that for me was the best move.

Now usually when I have a business dinner, my wife accompanies me. Most businessmen do this because it shows a sense of stability or some shit, fuck if I know. I do it because I want to, and because since meeting and marrying my woman the idea of sitting down to one of these drawn out boring as fuck ordeals while she sits at home waiting does not appeal.

I hadn’t met Ms. Donna the new widow before the day her husband died, but I peeped her game from the gate. She was one of those flirty types who bats their lashes at every man in the room like the attention junkie that she is, but with me she took that shit a step further and added a little something extra.

By the second time she came to my office I was ready to tell her to go fuck herself on a cactus, but I kept my cool and didn’t let on by even so much as a lift of my brow that I knew what she was up to, but that’s when I told her that all future meets will be over dinner in a restaurant of my choice.

She came dressed to fuck that first night and had the nerve to put on her vamp act in front of my baby. For the sake of business I kept it professional and didn’t get up and walk away from the table. You see, up to that point I was still willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she hadn’t noticed the big ass wedding band on my finger. She’s dumb enough for that shit to be true.

But when at that dinner she blatantly ignored my wife until I made a point of including her in every aspect of the conversation I knew and the game was over. There will never be enough money on the table to get me to go along with that shit.

That’s when the pouting started. Now when my baby pouts, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. This one when she did it, looked more like the doctor had added just a little too much Botox or whatever the fuck it is the rich and clueless were poisoning themselves with these days.

Each time she did that shit I just looked right through her, which she did not appreciate at all and only served to make her act the fuck up even more. Like I had time for that shit.

I guess she’s one of those types who think everything with a swinging dick should fall over backwards to get between her overused thighs. She strikes me as one of those chicks who never outgrew her high school popularity or one from the complete other end of that particular spectrum, the type who had a point to prove since shit went south when she was a teen and now she things the whole world owes her something.

I ignored all her obvious attempts at seduction, plotting in my head how I could pass her off to one of my employees, first chance I get. Holly on the other hand though not totally clueless, felt threatened.

She gets that way easily, on account of the whole self esteem thing. So after a couple of these business dinners with the widow, she was feeling even less worthy of me in the face of this woman’s plastic bullshit.

Anyway, the new widow was slick as spit, and in the first few days after that first dinner tried everything in her power to get me to come to the mansion on the hill to conduct our business.