Page 31 of Mechanic

“Dude, go get a drink. Find a random girl and fuck her brains out, something,” Aymond says to me.

The grand opening was on Monday. Everything went as planned without any major issues.

Aymond and I have been on a video conference call for the past twenty minutes.

“Neither of those things need to happen,” I say flatly, causing Aymond to laugh at me.

“When was the last time you relaxed, blew off some steam?”

Closing my eyes, I try to remember the last time I had sex, not counting getting myself off in the shower. When I get back more than six months, I give up counting.

“It’s been too long if you have to think about it,” he says to me, the prick. “The casino is fine. You have staff for a reason. If you don’t take some time to yourself, you will burn outfast.”

“Yes,dad,” I say sarcastically.

“And take tomorrow off!” Aymond barks out before ending the call without warning.

Staring at the now black computer screen, I take a few more minutes to finish up a few things before shutting off my computer.

Several people stop me as I try to leave. Another thirty minutes later, I am finally in my hotel suite.

Deciding to take at least part of Aymond’s advice, I change into a pair of jeans. While ditching the jacket and tie of my suit, I keep the dress shirt on. Rolling the sleeves up to my elbows, I grab my phone, keys, and wallet, hoping to make a quick escape.

Making it to my car, only getting stopped once, I head toward town.

Cars line both sides of Main Street, making it difficult to find a parking spot. The first one I find makes it a bit of a hike to The Whiskey Genie.

Stepping inside the bar, the place is near capacity. I recognize a lot of faces, while others I don’t. Not sure what that comes as a surprise.

Slowly moving through the crowd, I manage to find an empty seat at the bar.

“Hey, Rod,” Gypsy says in greeting as she sets a beer down on the bar in front of me. Placing some money down, I put my back to the bar as my gaze moves around the room.

Loud cheers rise up from over near the pool tables. Gypsy curses as she moves up and down the bar, filling drinks.

Craning my neck, I try to peer through the crowd to see what’s going on. It isn’t long before I give up and spin back around. The crowd is too thick to see through, especially around the tables.

Lifting my glass to my lips, I frown, not realizing I finished my beer already.

Setting the glass back down, it isn’t long before Gypsy appears to refill it.

“What’s going on over there?” I question, nodding to the corner where the pool tables are.

“Fucking triplets,” she mutters.

To the best of my knowledge, there is only one set of triplets in town. It’s my assistant Rhodee and her sisters.

I have heard stories from several sources about the trouble they cause when out drinking together. Hiding my smile behind my glass, I settle in to enjoy the show that is no doubt going to happen.

It isn’t long before four blonde women stumble up to the bar. Gypsy stumbles to a halt when she spots them. My gaze bounces between the girls and an angry-looking Gypsy.

“What?” Gypsy barks out.

“We need four Jägerbombs,” one of the triplets says. Other than knowing it isn’t Rhodee, I can’t tell if it’s Raelee or Roree. Rhodee is still wearing the same clothes she had on at work, making it easy for me to tell it’s her.

While Rhodee and her sisters are beautiful women, the fact that they are identical makes avoiding them romantically easy.

No way on earth would I be able to have sex with Raelee or Roree and not associate them with Rhodee and be able to face her the next day.

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