One week ago
“I feel like there should be a golden chip that you get to carry around for fucking every stripper in Vegas.” The older man next to me chuckled as he lifted his whiskey to his lips and sipped it.
“What good would that do you?” I didn’t know the man beside me, and it was the first time he had spoken, despite being seated next to me for nearly an hour.
“Free lap dances or something.” He shrugged and put his whiskey down in front of him.
“You look like you can afford all the lap dances you want.” I looked at his designer suit that might as well have been sewn onto him.
“I can afford a lot more than that.” He chuckled and extended his hand. “I’m Andrew Vance.”
“Grady Faulkner.” I took his hand and shook it before picking up my beer and taking a rather large gulp.
“I’ve seen you around here a few times. You usually sit in the corner.” He motioned towards the back of the strip club where I normally liked to sit.
“Maria’s dancing tonight. You can’t hide in the corner when she’s on stage.” I chuckled and a smile spread across my face.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He nodded and his face reflected a mutual understanding of the redhead’s gorgeous curves. “She sucks dick like she was born to swallow cock.”
“I just like to watch. Paying for it ain’t my thing—not that there is anything wrong with it.” I shrugged and took another drink of my beer.
“Wait until you’re my age. You’ll take anything you can get.” He lifted his whiskey again. “If you want my advice—get married while you ain’t got shit for them to take.”
“I don’t plan on getting married anytime soon.” I shook my head back and forth. “That’s too much drama for me.”
“I thought the same thing when I was your age—then I made my first million and got complacent. I guess you could say I got complacent four or five times.” He shook his head and sighed. “They’re all the same.”
“Yeah—maybe.” I shrugged and turned my attention back towards the stage when Maria’s music started to play.
I really couldn’t afford to waste money buying expensive drinks at the club and tipping the dancers with what was left, but it was a good place to let the world fade away for a few hours. A few hours were all I had. My brother’s engagement party was looming on the horizon of the evening and as much as I didn’t really give a shit about seeing my family, I did like my brother. If we weren’t related, we would have never even talked to each other. I followed the beat of my own drum, letting life take me wherever it wanted, but he followed every rule like his life depended on it.
Seeing what he had accomplished made me question if I should have been more like him. He had been a superstar athlete since he was old enough to
pick up a football, and if things worked out, he was going to have a multi-million dollar NFL contract to go with his Heisman Trophy. I watched as Maria started dancing and my cock got hard in my pants. Maria was hot as hell and she had the best ass in Vegas. When she finished her routine, and took the last of my money for a tip, I finished my beer and started to stand.
“You don’t want to see any of the other girls?” Andrews motioned for the waitress to refill his whiskey.
“That was all I came for. My little brother is getting married and his engagement party is tonight. I have to put in an appearance.” I sighed and slid on my leather jacket that had been hanging on the chair behind me.
“So he’s the smart one—marrying young.” He chuckled and turned towards the stage.
“Maybe so.” I shrugged and started walking towards the door.
The one thing I didn’t like about my brother was his relationship with Monica. She was hell in heels and I didn’t have any idea what he saw in her outside of generous curves—which was even more confusing, since he wasn’t fucking her. Dane loved his religion as much as he loved to throw a football and he wanted to wait until marriage to get his dick wet. Monica was the kind of girl you fucked—not the kind of girl you married.
There was always something about her that didn’t sit right with me. I was almost certain she was a gold digger, but I had no way to prove it. It was suspect that she set the wedding date right before the draft. I tried to talk some sense into him a few times, but that just ended up in an argument, so all I could do was let him make his own mistakes. I walked outside and threw a leg over my motorcycle, letting it roar between my legs before I headed towards my mother’s house.
“ISN’T SHE BEAUTIFUL?” Dane sat down next to me at the table with his eyes focused on his future bride.
“That’s never been up for debate.” I sipped my beer and shrugged. “She’s your bridezilla, not mine.”
“I appreciate you coming. I know these parties aren’t your kind of thing, but I was able to convince Mom to buy some beer at least.” He leaned back and chuckled. “I think that was the first time she had ever purchased it. She asked how much they charged by the bottle.”
“Classic.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “She probably had to pray about it.”
“Speaking of that, have you given any thought to going to church with me on Sunday?” His eyebrows raised.
“You’re really going to ask me that again?” I shook my head and took a large gulp from my beer.