Page 5 of Counting On You

It’s not an easy task, let me tell you that.

In a city of one million women, half of them are married. A small percentage is gay, widowed or retired. That’s already a small pool. What I’m looking for is the small percentage (of an already small pool) that actually wants to stay single and enjoys sex without any sort of commitment. The kind that just wants to have fun.

I admit, that’s my favorite kind of woman.

Unfortunately, they’re not easy to find. The majority are romantics pining for “The One.” I call them the “deluded lunatics.”

Maybe it’s because I don’t fall in love.

The only two things I’ve ever loved are my work and the way my dick always seems to know what to do.

I just don’t like the drama, the pleading, having to stifle a woman’s hope that someday we’ll be in a relationship. For the life of me, I cannot see myself depending on someone to make me happy, to let someone so close to me that I would have to trust her.

Which is why I’m always being upfront with every woman I meet before I invite her back to my place:

The only relationship I have is with my cock.

That’s another reason why I started the calendar in the first place.

The way I see it, I’m doing women a favor. They learn from me. I live to please them and treat them well. That’s one of the most important rules I set up.

I even love going down on them if I know they’re clean.

I’m not doing men though. I’m as straight as a cannon and love to dive into deep places that are warm, moist, and welcoming, like a hot apple pie fresh from the oven.

“I can assure you she had fun. And she never asked for money,” I say.

“Yet.” Chase sighs. “She hasn’t asked for moneyyet. But once she learns that you take photographs of all your conquests, she’ll want a payout. In the meantime, she’ll go to every rag magazine that wants her and can earn her media coverage.”

“She won’t.” I let out a chuckle because IknowBrenda. I know what she really wants.

Remember the kinds of women you should never go for? Yeah, she falls into one of those categories.

“You can’t know that.” Chase interlinks his fingers as he stares me down. “Did you get her written permission to take photographs?”

I exhale. “No, but it’s not like I’m publishing and selling the snapshot of afaceon the Internet.”

“Does she know that?”

I groan.

What’s the big deal? The snapshots I take are there to help me remember the women I’ve bedded. They aren’t even dirty, unless the woman in question wants them to be.

I always make sure I never photograph below the waist unless I’m asked to.

“For now,” Chase keeps saying. “But the moment your other conquests come forward, that’s the moment your entire life will go downhill.”

I drape my arm over the chair and lean back, thinking. Brenda was into me a bit too much. I gave in and slept with her in a moment of weak judgment. Once she realized we’d never walk down the aisle, the claws came out.

At last, I draw a deep breath as I realize that maybe that makes her unpredictable. “All right, little brother. What do you recommend we do?”

“You mean what we recommendyoudo?” Another board member, Vince, chimes in. He’s the oldest in the room. His hair is streaked with gleaming silver. I’ve seen him around a few times, but I’ve no idea what he actually does in the company. Investors and shareholders shouldn’t have the kind of power he has.

“There was a meeting yesterday.” Ben ignores the glances I throw at my brother and continues, “It’s been decided that you’ll attend the LAA Center. It’s the only place that will help save your reputation which, as I’m sure you know, is our reputation, too.”

The LAA Center?

I snort.

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