Page 86 of Five Mountain Daddies

I sigh. “Fuck off,Vernon.”

“Don’t be such a bitch.” He grins and knocks his drink back. “You gonna go get thatgirl?”

“Nah,” I say, sipping my beer. “Notinterested.”

“Whynot?”

“Just notinterested.”

“Well, shit.” He looks back at the girls and smiles, raising his drink to them. “I’d take any one of them backhome.”

“Aren’t youmarried?”

He gives me a look. “Be real,Samuel.”

“Justsaying.”

“Look at her. She’s practically tripping over herself, trying to stare over here at you. Totally ignoringme.”

I don’t bother looking back at her again. “Let it go,” Isay.

“What’s with you lately? I don’t think I’ve seen you take anyone home in days, fuck, maybe evenweeks.”

That’s true. Ever since I slept with Amelia, I haven’t been with a single other woman, which is unusual for me. I don’t know why, but I just haven’t felt like it. Honestly, all I can think about is Amelia these days, her and the goddamncontract.

This just makes me think about her more. I keep tasting her every night, my cock hard, stroking myself slowly until I can’t take itanymore.

I’m getting sick of these games, though. I don’t want to keep playing this shit anymore. Part of me is starting to regret taking this job, although without it I don’t think I would have ever gotten this close toAmelia.

“Just not interested,” I grunt at himfinally.

He smirks at me. “It’s that fucking CEO bitch, isn’tit?”

I stare at him. “Don’t call herthat.”

He cocks his head. “What?”

“Don’t call her a fucking bitch. You hearme?”

He shakes his head, mystified. “Look man, I know she’s nice and all, but fuck. She’s still the enemy. You knowthat.”

I lean toward him. “Don’t call her a fuckingbitch.”

“Fine, fuck, I won’t.” He shakes his head, making a face. “But I think you’re getting a little too close toher.”

“What the fuck do you know aboutit?”

“You think we don’t see?” He laughs a little. “You bring her around the bar, give her a tour of the mine, fucking invite her to our picnic. People are starting totalk.”

“You can tell them to shut the fuck up then.” I slam back my beer. “And you can jointhem.”

“Man, what’s wrong with you? She’s the goddamn enemy. You’re acting like you’re some pussy-whipped bitch. How the fuck are you going to get us a good contract likethis?”

I push back from the bar and stand. “Watch yourmouth.”

“Don’t forget who you are,” he says as I walk away. “And don’t forget who she fuckingis.”

I’m pissed as hell as I push through The Shaft’s door and head back out into the night. I don’t know why the fuck Vernon needs to be a dick like that and give me shit, but he has a fuckingpoint.

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