Page 34 of Out of Bounds
Bryce is planning to get drunk off his ass again, which is happening a bit too often like it has in previous years as it approaches the anniversary of his sister’s death. He’ll use nights like tonight as an excuse to get wasted and like he said last night, take me down with him.
Of the two of them, though, Denver is the one irritating me the most.
I’ve been sitting over here by the floor to ceiling glass windows listening to him talking to the stripper service and I’m wondering why he’s bothering to get married.
He wants six girls to get to us for dinner time tomorrow night and he wants the service to send the girls who will do anything. That means he’s planning on having sex. Him, the fucking groom to be.
The women are also only being booked for tomorrow because if we’re going out tonight—to a strip club—and we’re in this fucking big suite that’s way too big for us, he’s planning on bringing back women here tonight. Lots of them.
The woman he’s marrying is an elementary school teacher. She’s not even a groupie. She’s a decent woman who has no idea what her husband to be is going to be getting up to over this fateful weekend.
I shouldn’t be worked up. It’s not me who’s getting married, but I am getting all stirred up because it reminds me of my father. This is what he would have done, and he had the money to do it.
I used to hate the thought of being anything like him because people always told me I was like a clone of him. An exact duplicate except for my eyes. His were brown while I got Mom’s. The one thing that reminds me when I look at myself in the mirror that I don’t have to be like my father, and I should try to be better than him.
So unlike Denver, I give Logan respect for first of all not coming with us, and second, when he was getting married, we went scuba diving in the Caribbean.
That’s what we did. We were away for the week, and had a blast having one adventure after another. And there were no women involved.
It didn’t even occur to me at the time, and I might be weird for thinking that, but even I think it’s cheating to fuck the strippers on your bachelor weekend.
Listen to me like I don’t have my own God damn problems. I’m sitting here mulling over shit that doesn’t concern me when I still haven’t figured out what I’m going to do about the business.
Bryce comes up to me with a beer and sets it down in front of me.
I straighten up and flick my gaze from him to the drink.
“Peace offering. I can get wine though if that’s better,” he states and plants himself down in the seat opposite me. “We have an excellent selection.”
“The beer’s fine thanks.” I take the bottle and a swig allowing the liquid to cool my dry throat.
“Are you ever going to forgive me for last night?”
“Have you remembered what you did last night?” I counter.
“No, I’m going off the back of what you told me. I’m sorry man. I’m especially sorry about telling her the arrest.”
Yes, he fucking should be because I swear if Logan didn’t know me he would have hit me.
“Bryce I just can’t with you right now.”
“Come on man, please don’t let whatever I did last night ruin the weekend. We’ve been looking forward to coming here for months. Besides, it’s Bree, you don’t care that much if she’s upset, do you?”
If he can ask me that, then he really is completely clueless. It makes me wonder how it is he became a lawyer or graduated from Harvard Law if he doesn’t have the basic attention to detail skills.
I push to my feet and reach for my jacket.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“I have some business to take care off.” I was going to do it in the morning, but I need to get out of here before I hit him or the other one. “If I’m not back in time I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
I don’t even bother to look at Denver as I march out of the suite because he’s still on the phone talking to the stripper service.
I get in the elevator and make my way downstairs to reception. Business first, then I’m going to call my grandfather.
I need to arrange for a fax to be sent to me while I’m here. I’m closing out a deal on one of the houses up for sale in Pine Valley. One of the applicants surprised the hell out of me by offering up a million dollars.
With the shit my grandfather just sent my way the million will be perfect for me to do everything I planned in Cape Cod but that still leaves me with the worry of after. A million dollars is life changing money, but it will only last for so long until it runs out. A business on the other hand that’s already making a billion-dollar fortune is forever.
