Page 1 of Southpaw Slots

ONE

ASA

THIS SERIES MUST BE READ IN ORDER.

If you have not read the other two first, in order, do not read this.

It’s a fucking Monday.You know how I know? ’Cause Cindy just sucked my half-asleep cock until I spurted down her mouth. She must have dribbled because now my thigh is soaked, the sheet sticking to my legs. So annoying. Must have pissed her off. It’s too tiring to figure out how. I’ll have to give her some cocaine later to make up for it. Maybe I’ll just pass her off to Hoss. He’s always wanted a turn with her.

A heavy, irritated sigh escapes my tight chest. Fuck, everything hurts in the mornings. You’d think a nut would help, but no. Waiting for the telltale sign of abitching woman to leave in a huff, I squeeze my eyes shut. My headache doesn’t deserve a door slam. Couldn’t she be more considerate?

But the sound never comes.

I let my fingers crawl over the imported silk sheets but can’t find anyone next to me. When I lift my eyelids, the pain sears into the back of my skull with the light filtering through all the windows. I’ve been deserted.

What the fuck? I’m never alone.

Panic seeps into my gut as my pulse rises, and my breaths come in shallow pants. Sitting, my head tilts with confusion as I stare down the hall toward the bathroom, but the door is wide open and a black space lays beyond the threshold.

“Mister Donovan, good morning.”

Closing my eyes, I flop back down on the custom memory foam mattress as my lawyer makes his way up the staircase from the elevator. His nasally greeting annihilates all the anxiety that attacked me for a moment, but the ding as the gold doors shut has my teeth grinding.

“We need to go over your schedule, Ace.” I feel him staring at me, looming over the end of my bed like the responsibility reaper, come to kill all of my fun. Crunching my abs, I pull myself up and glance down at the jizz pool surrounding my center.

“Where’s Cindy?” My voice is parched and husky.

With a short sigh and spin on his rich Italianloafers, Kline begins the task of raising all my blinds to their full height, the sun slaughtering any possible comfort the shade afforded me. “You’re married now, Ace. And there are certain rules?—”

“Yeah, I don’t give a shit about any of them. Where’s my Monday girl?”

He turns to me and holds out his leather padded portfolio. “She’s not here.”

Huh? Did I just have a nocturnal emission without spraying into some chick’s mouth, cunt, or ass? Like a fucking teenager? Rubbing my hands through my hair, I restyle it as best I can. That’s right… She never did come over. It must have been a wet dream.Damn.

“So, today’s schedule. First, you’ll meet with—Ace, please pay attention.”

Ignoring his droning monologue like usual, I roll over to my side table and sniff a line to get the day started. “Not now, Kline,” I say, wiping my hand under my nose, then shoo the back of it at him. The tingles rush to my brain and suddenly the pain is gone. Eric Clapton had it right. “Go away. I—I’m busy.”

“Asa, youarebusy. Today is finance day. We need you to sign the checks.”We. Everything is we. Like we’re all a team. It’s all a fucking racket.

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Not sure which one is more annoying. Kline’s monotone rambling or the boys entering already half drunk, but at least I don’t have to hear about signing checks where there ain’t no money to back it upanyway. The thing is, everyonethinksI have money, so somehow it always works out.

A pretty smile will do just about anything.

“Get the fuck up, bro! Kline, get your nerd ass outta here,” Cass says, shoving his way to the front. My eyes squint as Hoss makes his big, stupid walrus laugh, but I toss aside the soaked sheet, edge out of the bed, and pull my Ralph Lauren cotton robe over my shoulders, then slide my feet into my Dolce & Gabbana house slippers.

“I’m up. What’s with the noise? You guys are louder than a pack of wild dogs.” Padding toward the bathroom, their cries stop me before entering.

“Wait! Ace, you better hurry! We got a bachelor party to attend!” Hijinx tosses his blue dreads out of his face and smiles broadly as he tells me why they’re even more rowdy than normal.

Hiding my eye roll, I tell him, “Great. Cocaine’s on the side table, Jinx, go for it.” That’s all he really wants from me. While I step into the open shower, Cass strolls into the room, and I overhear Kline telling them all to leave, that “Mister Donovan’s busy this morning, then he can play with his friends.”

“Yo, bro. You don’t seem too excited about this party. I’ve got it all planned. Trust me.” Cass sits on the toilet while I grab my Ouai body wash and loofah to start my exfoliation process.

“Hey! Kline!” I yell before they kick him out, which is prone to happen pretty much on the daily.

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