Page 56 of Billion Dollar Revenge

I want to add,you shouldn't have treated Chelsea the way you did.You shouldn't have cheated on her.

But this is not a conversation I want to have with him.

When he leaves, I recline back in my chair to take a breath before sending Chelsea a text to say hi and that I'm thinking about her.

It's a strange feeling to want to talk to her all the time and see what she's up to.

I still can't shake Bobby and his ultra nice attitude today. It was bizarre. But I don't have time to think about it. I'm meeting up with my brothers after work today to watch the NFL game at a midtown sports bar.

When I get inside the loud and dimly lit bar, I stride through groups of fans wearing jerseys, all cheering or talking to other patrons, and make my way toward the back, where all the wooden tables and chairs are. I spot Harvey first, and then, after a quick scan, I spot the rest of the group sitting together. I give my brothers and friend, Richard, a nod before taking the empty chair.

“What took you so long?” Oliver asks.

“I was stuck at work.”

I’m elbowed by Harvey. “You’re turning into a workaholic like Jeremy.”

I blow out my cheeks. “No fucking chance.”

“You haven’t missed much,” Richard says.

I look at the TV and see the scores for the Chicago Eels, the NFL team we follow. The score is six to zero. Eels are up. I have a good view of a large TV screen from where I’m sitting.

The guys clutch glasses of beer.

“I’m heading to the bar.”

It’s my way of asking if anyone wants a drink.

“Can you grab me a fresh beer?” Richard says.

I nod.

“Order food while you’re there,” Harvey adds.

I stand and walk to the bar, ordering drinks for Richard and me. They have a wide selection of beer, wine, and spirits. I pick a bourbon and wings with a side of fries.

Carrying the drinks back over, I settle into the chair and start listening to their work chatter.

The smell of wings, burgers, and fries waft through the air, mingling perfectly with the smell of beer from pitchers being passed around. Lively banter, cheers, and groans add to the excitement of the game. The office is where I have to focus on running a business. It's all serious and quiet. But here, I can chill out, loosen my tie, and enjoy the company of my brothers and friends.

The service is fast, and all our meals are out within minutes of me sitting down. A different selection of burgers, fries, wings and other finger foods.

I enjoy the sweet and salty taste of my wings, dipping them into blue cheese.

“Shit!” Harvey spits.

My hand pauses mid-way to my mouth. I look over to him to see he is grimacing and sliding down in his chair. His eyes are focused all the way across at the crowded bar. Where a group of people are drinking, talking and watching TV.

No one looks familiar to me.

“Hide me,” Harvey whisper-shouts.

I lower my wings and wipe my hands on the napkin.

Is he fucking serious?

Hide him where?

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