chewed loudly, a gross habit to have.
“Hm. Looks Cheesy.” I said, knowing full well he would take offence to it. He set his bowl down and leaned forward.
“Wait one second. You haven’t seen Easy Rider, one of the greatest movies of all time?” He slapped his own face, loud and hard. “Holy shit, baby, are you in for a treat! Sit down. I’m starting this thing over.” he smiled. Clearly I had stopped by at the wrong time. This bachelor life he lived wasn’t exactly the most attractive quality he had, but I had to make it work. For now, at least.
“My house was taken from me this morning, Avery.” I revealed to him.
He reached for the remote and turned off the TV. “Hold up. Your house? It’s gone?” He looked away from me, shaking his head. “What happened? It was that Jake loser, wasn’t it?” He got up and started to put his boots on.
“Stop it. It wasn’t Jack. It was my fault.” I said. I still wasn’t convinced that it was, but I wasn’t about to start pointing fingers yet. I needed someone tough on my side. That someone was Avery.
“And your label? They still want you out?” He asked, staring off into the distance.
“It’s complicated. But, yeah. The new CEO wants to bring a change into the company. I guess country club music isn’t selling as well as it used to. Or maybe I just suck that bad.” I broke out crying. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. It’s just … that house was the biggest thing I had ever bought. The first paycheck from my album sales went right to that. And our old CEO, he helped me. He said he would deposit all my checks for me. You see, I don’t really have a reliable family to help me out. So I agreed, and I—”
He waved his hands at me. “Say no more. You came to the right place. I deal with this kind of shit all the time. I can get your house back, no problem.” He stood up and walked over to a drawer. Reaching inside, he pulled out a notebook full of names and numbers.
“You can get my house back?” I repeated it, making sure I heard right.
“I can get your house back.” he said. “I gotta warn you though, it’s not going to be easy. It’s gonna take some time and a lot of energy. And at the end of this, you’re gonna owe me a favor.”
I dropped to my knees and crawled toward him. I put one hand against his jeans, feeling his thickening member. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked me. I backed away, feeling completely embarrassed. “I didn’t mean that kind of a favor, although I’m not going to say no to a good blowjob. I meant a real favor. When the time comes, you’ll have to come through on something big for us.”
“If you can get my house back, I’m ready to do anything.” I admitted. I was desperate. I wasn’t ashamed of that. It was like I said, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
“Alright.” He extended his hand and I shook it. “It’s a deal. Welcome to the team.”
I laughed. “I thought I was already a part of the team.”
He turned to me. “Like hell you were. I tell that to all the women.”
What a prick.
7
Avery
“ Y ou really are a prick , aren’t you?” she asked me. I smiled and waved my hands at her. Who me?
“Of course I am.” I said, slapping her tight butt. “But that’s why you like me so much.” I went to pour myself a nice stiff drink. There’s one thing I couldn’t handle and that was women problems. She was a cute gal and all, but I sure as hell couldn’t listen to her babble on about her house all night. “You know, if you wanted to stay over so bad, you could have just asked.” I said to her. A big fat smirk appeared on my face.
“First of all, who said I even liked you? Second of all, why would I need to stay over at your place? I could stay over at Jack’s if I wanted to. Jesus, how arrogant are you?” She grabbed the bottle of whisky from his hands and took a sip for herself. I could tell I was getting her riled up. Of course I had to continue messing with