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It keeps things casual, just the way I like it and just the way I want it. My life is complicated enough without some fuck buddy thinking they can “fix” or “change” me. Nothing’s broken—I’ve never had my heart broken, and I’ve never broken anyone’s heart. I just prefer to be commitment free. Will that change someday, maybe, but I don’t count on anything happening soon, and definitely not with her.

I ease out of bed and get dressed. I’m just sliding my t-shirt on over my head when I hear movement behind me. “Why didn’t you wake me?” Her voice on a good day is grating, and when I don’t want her to be here, it’s even worse.

Schooling my features, I turn around. “Babe, what are you doing here? What is my number one rule?”

She rolls her fucking eyes at me. “No spending the night.”

“Then what are you still doing here? I’m not cool with this, Dorie. I don’t like it.”

She climbs out of bed quickly and throws her clothes on. I can tell she’s angry, but every woman I take to bed knows the rules, and it pisses me off when one of them tries to bend them. They’re never blindsided, so I don’t know why they do this shit and act surprised when I get pissed.

“Fine, I’m leaving, and you’re an asshole.”

I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest as I watch her finish getting dressed. She doesn’t even look at me after she finishes. I can only shake my head as she stomps down the stairs. When she reaches the front door, she flips me off. “Don’t ever call me again. I’m no longer your booty call.”

The door slams and I’m finally alone. I move through my loft and lock the front door before jumping in the shower. Once I get out, I dry off and then throw on jeans and a t-shirt. I pad through my place and sit down at my desk, logging onto my computer.

Several years ago, I developed an app for my sister—she’s dyslexic and it’s helped her finish high school and get through her college classes. Then I was able to patent and sell it. Within the first year, I made my first million. I’ve developed two more apps since then, and now one of them is used by the grade schools.

I boot up the latest project I’m working on, a tutoring app, and it’s cool because it doesn’t give you the answers to any questions. It takes you step by step until you get the right answer yourself. If you still can’t get it, there’s a live help line and they take you even further. After you work out the answer, it emails you the steps you took to get it right so you can keep the notes for later.

My best friend Jeremiah does a lot of the marketing for me. He runs his own marketing firm, and I’m his biggest client. He makes a decent percentage and owns stock in my company. I’m starting to grow faster than what I can keep up with. I already use a couple of freelance programmers.

My other best friend Stefan has been on my ass to get an office space and finally expand properly. I’ve definitely got the cash to do it, but maybe a part of me has always been a little scared to make the leap.

Of course I can’t work out of my place forever, either. I need an office, conference room, and a larger server than what I have now. I pull up my email and shoot a quick message to Stefan.

“Okay, I’m ready. Set up some showings of office spaces around town.” I hit send and lean back in my chair. I’m really going to fucking do this.

I take a deep breath and get to work doing some last-minute tweaking on the tutoring app. My phone rings a few hours later, and I glance down to see it’s my sister. “What’s up, Heather?”

“Hey, big brother. I was just wondering if you want to meet me for dinner. I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

My baby sister always has a bone to pick with me. “What did I do? Just tell me now so I’m prepared.”

“One word: Dorie.”

Shit. She works with my sister, and I knew it was stupid to hit her up, but she gives good head. I wasn’t going to say no to her. Plus she likes it a little rough, just how I like to give it.

“Baby sister, I know you think it’s your business what I do, but it really isn’t. She knows the deal and she got pissed when I made sure she knew I wasn’t happy with her. Yes, I shouldn’t have touched her in the first place, but I did and now it’s over.” My sister thinks I treat women badly, which I don’t—I just have rules.

I’m worth a lot of money now and I’m not letting any girl try to con or trap me into anything. My dad’s old boss had gotten his side piece pregnant and she ended up getting a lot of money from him, including destroying the guy’s marriage. Of course the guy was to blame, too. I don’t plan on getting married probably, but I would never cheat…ever.

“Well, she was a bitch before you slept with her and now she’s worse, so thank you so much for that.”

I shake my head even though I know she can’t see me. “Shouldn’t you be happy that I’m not with her then, because she’s a bitch?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Do you still want to meet for dinner, your treat?” Even if she offered to pay, I wouldn’t let her. She’s a special education teacher’s assistant when she doesn’t have class and is beta testing another app we’re working on for kids with developmental disabilities. Heather doesn’t make a lot of money, and I try to help her even though she doesn’t always let me.

“Sure. Do you want me to scoop you up later, or do you want me to meet you somewhere?”

“I have errands to run later, so why don’t I just meet you at Bud’s at six?” I’m going to meet my financial advisor and discuss financing for an office space. I stare out my window, which faces downtown. The river is in the background. I paid a mint for this place for the view alone, but it was worth every penny.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.”

I hang up and stare out the window. The blonde that I’ve literally run into twice flits through my mind. God, I was such a dick to her, but I’ve never had that kind of reaction from looking at someone before. She was totally not my type, either. I like my woman tall, with big tits and a nice ass. From what I can tell, the blonde’s tits were on the smaller side and she was a petite thing with no ass, but there was some sort of spark there.

At the coffee shop when she’d fallen, it took all I had to not help her up, but then she would’ve seen that I had half a boner, and I would’ve been embarrassed as fuck. Oh well, I’ll probably never see her again.

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