Page 207 of The Baby Twist
I laughed. “Let’s test out our new game system.”
We sat on the Italian leather recliner couch that faced the 150-inch TV hung on the wall. After testing our new game system, I walked over to the bar and poured another drink.
“This system will blow out every Nintendo, Sony, and Xbox out there. We’re talking millions, baby.” Chase’s face glowed.
“I hope so. I kind of met this woman at the Chicago airport.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“Her name is Marley.”
“That’s a cool name,” Chase said.
“She’s weird.”
“What do you mean?” He laughed.
“I don’t know. She’s a beautiful woman but weird. She told me I was arrogant.”
“You are.” He shrugged.
“Shut the fuck up. She had a one-night stand in Chicago with some guy. He ended up on our flight, and when he tried to talk to her, she kept asking him why he was making it weird.”
“Making what weird?” Chase tipped the glass of scotch to his lips.
“I guess the fact they had sex, and he was trying to talk to her. Anyway, it turns out he lives here in New York and has a girlfriend.”
“That bastard.” He smiled. “What does this Marley girl do?”
“I have no clue. I didn’t ask.”
“Where in the city does she live?”
“No idea. She was driving me nuts, so I told her I had articles to read and to stop talking.”
“If she drove you nuts, why are you telling me about her?” A smirk crossed his lips.
“I don’t really know. Maybe because she was beautiful and very opinionated. I don’t know.” I let out a sigh. “I wouldn’t have minded fucking her as long as she kept her mouth shut.”
“You’re such a douchebag.” Chase laughed, pulling his phone from his pocket. “That was Lila. I have to go.”
“You’re so pussy-whipped.”
“What can I say? That’s what love does to a man. Not that you’d know anything about that.” He patted my shoulder as we walked out of the room.
“And I never will, my friend. I’ll see you tomorrow at the office.”
After Chase left, I stood in the middle of the kitchen and stared at the boxes that still needed to be unpacked.
“Charlie,Preston is here to see you.” My assistant, Julia, opened my office door.
“Send him in. By the way, I need you to go to my new penthouse, unpack the boxes in the kitchen, and get everything put away. Take one of the interns with you to help.”
“Okay. I’ll go now.”
Preston walked into my office with a disc in his hand.
“We fixed it, Charlie.” He handed me the disc.
