Page 5 of Brassy Bigwig

Or maybe it’s just because it’s been too long since I’ve had any kind of meaningful sexual encounter. My cock doesn’t know what the fuck it wants, but it has a stronger pull than my heart and my brain combined at the moment.

“I’ll think about tonight, but I wouldn’t count on my being there.”

“Fair enough,” Dex replies.

I shoot him a smile, knowing he has my best interests at heart.

I met Dex and Bianca nine years ago when I moved to New York temporarily while getting Okeanós’ New York City office up and running. Just after opening, I was visited by someone from the NYC Business Owner’s Association, who wanted to welcome me to town. I hadn’t had any interest in going to the luncheon they’d invited me to, but I thought at the very least I would be able to start a good rapport with other business owners in the new and unfamiliar city.

Sitting at Dex and Bianca’s table was the one good thing to come out of it. We quickly learned they only asked us all there to get donations out of us. They were trying to create a program for college-aged kids who wanted to start their own business. About halfway through, Dex mentioned the fact that they would have gotten more money out of us if they would have plied us with alcohol instead of boring us to death. To which I picked up my water and hooted, “Opa.”

That’s when I found out Bianca is Greek as well, and we got to talking. Dex mentioned he was the CEO of Montague Enterprises, and he talked me in to meeting with him the following week to discuss some of my investments. Bianca suggested we meet at their place over dinner instead of the office, and the rest is history. We’ve been like family ever since.

It’s tough living three thousand miles away from them sometimes, but I try to get back to the big city once a month to ensure the East Coast office is running just as smoothly as the one back home in Torrance.

At least, I used to, before Kendra.

Now I see to it that my assistants work out of the New York office exclusively, keeping me at a three-thousand-mile distance from them at all times. I haven’t been back there in nearly a year.

Sensing their eyes on me, I feel antsy, like I need to move around.

“I’m going to go cool off,” I tell them.

I take a long pull of the ice-cold liquid in the bottle I’m holding before I hop up out of my seat.

“Enjoy,” Bianca calls from behind me in a wistful tone.

I know she wishes there was something she could do to help me. I’m not sure there is anything that can be done, but, fuck... If there was, I’d take it. The mistake I made with Kendra was just one of the many unfortunate events that occurred during my marriage. I know we weren’t perfect. Dex was right about Emilia. For years she’s berated me, talked down to me, and made me feel like less of a man.

But that doesn’t make what I did okay.

The fact that Emilia was cheating as well also doesn’t make what I did okay.

My head is jumbled. My heart is heavy. My cock has a fucking mind of its own. I chance a glance at théa, briefly, once more as I walk toward the water.

The sea is calling me, and it’s the only place that will calm me and offer my mind and body the peace it’s looking for.

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