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telling me about the day-to-day operations, as well as making sure I see each section of the club, then depositing me in Levi’s office until he arrives.
    I could definitely see myself working here. It’s exciting to think that I could be a part of the exciting vibe this slick and beautiful place gives off, become a part of something grown-up and fun on a regular basis, one that has the bonus of paying me to come out of my comfort zone. Now, if I can just get myself hired…
    Please, Shawn, give me the confidence I need to sell myself.

Chapter 5
    Levi
    S eeing the stylized Pub Fiction moniker still gets me fired up—this place is my dream. I smile as I think back on when I first fell in love with the old building. Inside, the huge steel beams running exposed along parts of the ceiling give it a modernized “industrial loft” look, and outside, the original brick in its rustic state delivers the perfect juxtaposition. These are the touches that made my vision a reality, creating the perfect atmosphere for an incredible time in a beautifully sleek and modern entertaining mecca.
    I opened Pub Fiction almost three years ago, and it’s been a labour of love. One I love to hate, but most of the time I just fucking love it. On top of paying my bills, giving my family a bit of security, and being a spot to easily meet women, it’s also been a great way to give back to the community.
    I’m big on giving back. I grew up in a household where we always attended fundraisers, volunteered and participated in charitable events. When I opened Pub Fiction with support from my mom, we had decided we would help where we could. We host a ton of fundraisers and allow many organizations to use our space as their event venue. I don’t charge much because we make money off the drinks and the select food items we sell. Gotta support the hands that feed me and all that too, you know. So, yeah, I do what I can when I can.
    As for women, I’m not the relationship type, to begin with. If you ask me, it’s just easier for everyone involved. I’m addicted to my job and quite honestly I’ve never met a woman who I’ve wanted to slow down for. I’m not interested in finding Mrs. Right, when I can simply have Miss Tonight over and over again.
    Pub Fiction is my life, it needs me, and I need it. Besides, I want to be available for my baby whenever she does need me, which is still a lot of the time; a pub is a fussy mistress. There’s always something to be done when you own your own business. The last thing I need is some chick giving me a hard time because she feels second best, or that I don’t make enough time for her. Maybe in a few more years I will feel different or maybe when the right girl comes along, as they say. I need the day to come where I can trust leaving Pub Fiction in the helping hands of someone else. I do have one person in mind, and more and more lately I’ve been wrapping my head around the idea of letting go of the reins a bit more. I’m hoping Luke will be my right hand one day, but until that time comes, I take on all the major roles and responsibilities.
    Don’t get me wrong, all that responsibility does come with some perks, like an endless supply of pussy and with me subscribing to the “fuck buddy” system, it’s a perfect match, a system where I can come and go when I please. I’m not one for emotions, or feelings. It’s just easier to avoid any emotion. I’m simply looking to fuck. It’s just easier to enjoy not having feelings other than the feeling of getting off. It’s not that I don’t respect women, I just have my own set of priorities and I always let them be known before I start anything with anyone. Now I’m sure I can offer my dear old dad a “thanks”, in part, for my blasé outlook. That cocksucker bailed on my mom years back. Daddy issues aside, living in a university town doesn’t exactly keep a lot of people here long term, as you’d imagine, so, yeah, so far love ’em and leave