I finally decide to use my home gym when I get there. Maybe I’ll do a couple of laps, or perhaps playing some loud music and punching the bag is what I need to feel energized and shake off this feeling.
It’s frustrating having to deal with this. The part that bothers me the most is not being able to figure out where it’s coming from.
I seriously have nothing in life to be complaining about right now. There’s no one I can ask for advice either, although I prefer to keep it that way. I mean, I have friends that I talk to and stuff, but I don’t go baring my fucking soul to them. There are some things about me that I’d rather keep private. Thinking about friends leads me to thinking about work. I shake my head and concentrate on my formerly optimistic thoughts about going to my gym once I get home.
I can’t deal with any more work stress right now. I know I’ll have to work out all the problems later, but just not right now. My mind can’t take it, and I can’t concentrate.
My house is a bit of a drive from work, but eventually I arrive there. Though impressive to all visitors, I grew bored with it a long time ago. Maybe it’s my whole life I’m tired of right now. I spend a few minutes sitting in the car, pondering that thought.
After I get tired of that, I get out and walk around the yard. I’m hoping that breathing in the fresh, cold air will help clear my head and maybe make me feel different. Sadly, it doesn’t. I feel exactly the same as before.
“Well, that was disappointing,” I think to myself.
I look up at the sky, before pulling my keys out of my pocket. I unlock the front door and walk inside with a tired sigh. I don’t even know what I’m tired from, but I just feel drained.
Chapter 4
Finnegan
I finally open the door and walk inside. After pulling off my coat and shoes, I’m ready to sit on the couch and relax for a minute.
The computer in my home office starts ringing, though. It echoes loudly in my quiet mansion. That sound can only mean one thing, I have an incoming video call request. I try not to get frustrated as I go to the office to answer it. I hope it’s not more work-related problems.
I sit at my desk and accept the video chat. The face of Scarlett, the owner of the Love in Dublin Club fills the screen.
“I hope this isn’t a bad time?” she asks.
I can tell from her tone she wants to talk business. I groan inwardly.
“No, it’s fine. I just got home,” I answer.
“Oh good, then you have time to talk,” she responds happily.
I can hear her shuffling through some papers off screen. I’m really not in the mood to deal with this, and I definitely didn’t want to talk to anyone. Unfortunately, Scarlett isn’t the type of person you can ignore.
She looks at me pointedly and starts talking.
“There is interest in a special auction but I need to see who all I can get to agree to participate before pushing to have it set up, because the girl is reluctant and would likely need a hefty sum to be persuaded to even show up.”
After she says this, she looks up from the papers in her hand.
Just as I figured, this conversation is all business and I’m already bored with it. It’s not my job to fund the girls she brings to the club. It’s her job to provide them, since I’m the paying customer. But every now and then she calls and asks about special requests or “exciting opportunities” such as this. She wants to make sure there’s enough interest before spending big.
I have to fight the urge to yawn. I pretend to pay attention but start fidgeting with stuff on my desk.
“What’s so special about this girl?” I ask, with a bored sigh.
I know the club tries to keep things interesting for its members, but I can’t imagine paying such a large amount for anything.
“Well, she’s American, but here in Dublin. She’s a young student named Melissa, and she’s a virgin.”
I can tell from the monotone voice that Scarlett is reading from her notes.
“One second…” she says, then after a few button taps from Scarlett, the girl’s picture pops up on my screen.
The photo catches me off guard, and I’m about to complain until I actually notice the image of the girl. Scarlett is quiet as I study the picture. I think she knows she’s got my interest, but she says nothing.
I study Melissa’s face. And then the rest of her. It’s a full body shot, so I notice her curves right away. I’ve always been attracted to curvaceous women.