Page 59 of His Big Bad Stick

I lock the cabin door behind me, leaving the place as is.

Call me whatever you want, but I have someone who will take care of the mess for me. She lives nearby and owns a small cleaning business. She’s thorough as hell and will even do some grocery shopping for me if I know in advance that I’m coming up to the cabin.

Plus, I pay her five times what she wants to charge.

That’s not important to anything in this story as I walk to my truck.

I see Abrielle sitting in the passenger seat. Such a beautiful look in her eyes. That post-sex glow shining enough that I need sunglasses if I’m going to keep looking at her.

I can feel that slight cling happening.

Hence the reason why the great fuck was part of a deal and will never happen again.

Now, down to some sense of business.

Abrielle’s paintings.

I know nothing of her life, her business, her gallery, or her artwork.

I can only go by what she tells me.

As soon as I start my truck, I turn and look at her.

“Do you have a copy of all your contracts? Leases and all that?”

“I actually do,” she says. “For as messy as I am, I have that stuff in order.”

“Can I see?”

“You want to see…”

“No. Better yet, forward it all to me. Email.”

“You want me to email you some of my most personal information?”

“Yup. I’m going to steal your identity and then buy a house in Italy with it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Already did that,” I say. “On the couch. Remember that? When you couldn’t even take my huge cock?”

I curl my lip.

Abrielle is disgusted with me.

Good. Be disgusted, kitten.

Do not… look at me the way you are…

“This is what I’m thinking, Abrielle,” I say. “I can beat the piss out of this clown for you. No issues there. But legally and contractually, nothing changes. But if you forward me your information I will text my lawyer and have him do something. Maybe some nasty letter or suggest someone who can help. You know? Scare the pants off this guy.”

“The word lawyer makes me cringe,” she says. “Expensive…”

“Just see what my guy has to say first,” I say. “If something can be done.”

She nods. “Fine.”

As she starts to mess with her phone, I start to drive.

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