WIth a Twist: (The Club #9) Read Online Free PDF

Don’t worry about it.”
    “But I do, there have been times when we didn’t have enough money for food. It’s a feeling I’ve tried very hard to never have again.”
    “I know it seems like I might throw money around, but understand, I also started out with nothing. Everything I have I built and fought for. If something is important enough, you do whatever it takes to make your dreams come true. Like you, there were times I went hungry, and I never wanted to feel like that again. So I worked hard, and then I worked some more until finally, I felt like I could breathe. Like I never had to worry about where the next meal was going to come from. And then I kept fighting, kept building because with this wealth, I’m able to help people. Kids that were in the same situation as I was growing up. A broken home, my mom was a dreamer. That’s where my love of fairytales came from. She was always telling me the stories. I think it was more for her, she wanted to believe there was someone out there for her, not like my father, who was more interested in where the next fix would come from than me. That meant he was never able to give my mom money. She was a simple woman, she didn’t want much, which was good, because we didn’t have much.”
    “What happened to her?” My heart broke at the thought of a little boy left alone with a father who didn’t care about him, only the drugs, and a mother who tried so hard for him, but it still wasn’t enough.
    “She worked herself to death waiting for her Prince Charming to come. It was my senior year in high school. I had a job to help with expenses and ended up getting fired because I had the flu and had to miss a whole week of work. She picked up extra shifts while she could and I looked for another job and still went to school every day.” He stared off and traced lazy circles on my back. “I didn’t even know she had gotten the flu from me, she kept pushing through until the day she collapsed at work from the fever and never woke up again.”
    “Oh my God, Bryant, I’m so sorry.”
    “Me too. If only she had said something to me, I could have done something, anything. We didn’t have insurance, that was a luxury, but I would have done something.” He shook his head. “Anyway, I started a national foundation called Bedtime Stories. It mainly focuses on single parents whose ex doesn’t help out, or can’t help. The foundation makes sure they have food in their bellies, warm clothes, and a safe place to sleep at night, free from any harm.”
    “That’s amazing. I’ve heard of it, I didn’t realize you were part of it.” I frowned trying to remember everything I had heard about the foundation. After leaving my mom, I had tried to find safe places to stay and they had helped me a couple of times in different cities, even though I wasn’t a single parent.
    “I keep in the background. I want everything to focus on the people we help, not me.”
    If I hadn’t already been in love with him, I’m pretty sure I would have fallen at that moment. He was a good man.
     

Chapter Ten
    Bryant
     
    Later that night, I walked through the doors of The Club. Seems like Gordon could only bring a guest once a month. If I wanted to see Starr twisting on her hoop again, I was going to have to become a member. The good thing about being filthy rich was it opened doors that typically would be closed. Then you add in the fact I knew someone who knew Jet, one of the owners, and I knew I’d get what I wanted, and sure enough, I was in. Of course I had to meet with Jet, and received the warning. This wasn’t how they typically did things at The Club and I’d pay for it if he ever, even once, regretted bypassing the typical application process.
    I wasn’t going to ruin my chances of being able to flirt with my girl while she was all dressed up as any man’s wet dream. Once again, I found my spot in the shadows and watched her emerge from the same door as she had a couple of nights