Trying to Survive (The Kiser #1) Read Online Free PDF

and William were already seated with Rob and his wife.   Rob was sixty years old but the bleach blonde
woman beside him couldn’t be over twenty-three.   How could he possibly think she wasn’t after his money?   No beautiful twenty-three year old would
marry a sixty year old for any other reason.
         After taking a seat, the servants started bringing out the food.   No matter how good it tasted, it was hard to
swallow.   Rob cleared his throat and as I
looked up he said, “Colin this is my wife Bambi.   Bambi this is my nephew Colin.”   She gave me a seductive smile and I looked
away.
         “Nice to meet you.”   I finally choked
out.   Bambi?   Seriously, what kind of fucking name is
Bambi?   Margaret looked
uncomfortable, probably because of Bambi and her age.   She was beautiful even if she looked fake
with her bleach blonde hair, nose job and of course, a boob job. I could tell
and this was just with a glance.  
         “It’s really nice to meet you Colin.”   She purred and I winced at the high-pitched whinny voice.   We ate in relative silence and as soon as I
finished my dinner, I wanted to leave.   Margaret
had a scowl on her face knowing I would leave as soon as possible, not that I
cared.   I hope that come Christmas I
could get by with just sending a fruit basket.
         Clearing his throat, “Colin your mother and I would like to speak with
you before you leave.”   William said in a
voice that brooked no argument. Swallowing hard, I nodded.   Rob and Bambi finished their meal then stood
to say their goodbyes.
         “It was very nice to meet you Colin.   Maybe now that I’m part of the family, I will see you around more
often.”   Bambi said as she threw her arms
around my neck giving me a very inappropriate good-bye hug.   Extracting myself from her arms, I took two
steps back and said nothing.   Uncle Rob
looked furious, mother victorious, and father showed no emotion at all.
         “Let’s go Bambi.”   Uncle Rob said
in a stern voice.   He grabbed her hand,
said good bye and led her out the door.
         “Son, let’s go to the study.”   Father turned and walked away just expecting me to follow.   Mother walked behind me and as we entered,
she shut the door behind us.  
         I found my way to the bar, and after pouring a glass of scotch, I took a
seat on the brown leather couch.   Sipping
my drink, I waited.
         “Son, your mother and I think it’s time you settled down, produced an
heir to carry on our legacy.”   I could
feel my anger rising.   “You’ve graced the
covers of several different magazines the last few years with a different tramp
on your arm each time.”   Taking another
sip and trying to hold my tongue, I looked at one then the other.
         “What your father is trying to say is that if you don’t find a wife soon
we will cut you out of our will.   I’ve
invited Maria over for Christmas dinner and I expect you to be here.   When I spoke with her, she hinted that she
would be willing to marry you and would produce you an heir.   She’s only twenty-eight and has the social
standing so she would be a good match.”   Mother said in her no nonsense voice.
          Hanging on to my barely controlled anger, “No.”   That was all I could manage without yelling.   I drunk the last of my scotch and stood to
leave.
         “Colin,” father said in his stern voice. “You will be here Christmas.”
         “I don’t need your money, I have my own.”   I seethed, and he laughed.   Laughed!
         “Don’t think for one moment that I couldn’t break you.   You may have your own money, but it’s a drop
in the bucket compared to us.”   He poured
his own glass of scotch.   “All were
asking is for you to get married.   Think
about it.   You can still have your
whores.”   I saw mother glare at him.   No doubt, this was a sore spot in their
marriage. Not being