Page 22 of Sweet Surrender
“What do you want, Fox?” I replied, refusing to confirm or deny hissuspicions. In fairness, I didn’t have my hand on my dick.
Not yet, anyway.
“I thought you’d want to know that everything is all set for the dayafter tomorrow,” he said, making my heart rate spike a notch with excitement.
“Perfect. Were there any issues?”
“Nothing that couldn’t be resolved by greasing the right palms,” Foxreplied.
I chuckled. Money really did solve a lot of fucking problems. “Sometimes, it’s good to be us,” I said, getting up from my desk andheading over to the bar in my suite to pour myself a celebratory glass of whiskey.
“Amen to that,” Fox chortled. “Think you’ll have the pieces in place intime?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re a controlling fucker, and that poor girl doesn’t knowwhat’s going to hit her,” Fox said, a hint of teasing in his tone.
He wasn’t wrong, and if anyone other than Fox had said that, they’dbe on the receiving end of my temper, but Fox, he’d been there, by my side through thick and thin.
Fox was the reason I wasn’t just living and breathing, but thriving andsuccessful. He’d gotten me through some of the hardest times in my life, even coming to therapy sessions with me where I was diagnosed with obsessive compulsive personality disorder.
Instead of turning his back on me and writing me off as a lost causelike my father did, he helped me learn to manage my compulsions, channeling my need to control everything into starting our business and proving both our fathers wrong.
I owed my life to Fox, he was the brother I should have had. Not theone I did have, the one who was now a rotting corpse.
Crossing the room, I opened the door to step out onto the balcony ofmy suite, the cool evening air of Portland hitting me. Not only was I lookingforward to having Savannah by my side indefinitely, but I was looking forward to not leaving the warmer climates of Las Vegas.
“She’ll get used to me,” I said, my mind flashing to how Savannahtried to defy me when she crashed her car. She’d soon learn that when I told her to do something, she’d do it without hesitation.
“I don’t think she’ll have any other choice,” Fox replied stoically. Hewas well aware of my plans for my sweet Savannah, and while he didn’t always agree with me, he’d always do whatever was necessary.
“Everything on track for Sunday?” I said, changing the subject. Inthree days, Fox and I were hosting a soft opening for our new casino, Onyx.
Not only would it be an opportunity to show the world our newestventure, but it would be an opportunity to show off my woman. I couldn’t fucking wait to show everyone that she belonged to me.
Fox launched into an update about how the final plans were comingalong for the soft opening. The main opening would be a month after, giving us time to perfect any minor changes we felt necessary after the reviews from the journalists and VIP guests coming to the pre-launch.
I listened intently, pushing Savannah out of my head for a fewminutes to make sure everything was going as we’d planned. Not that I doubted Fox’s ability to make sure the event went as it should, there was a reason he was my business partner.
He also had Sherry helping him. Our personal assistant had workedwith us from the day Fox and I created Carson-Fox Resorts. She knew as much as Fox did how I needed to be in control, and it had taken a lot for me to put my trust in her.
The woman was a saint, and we were lucky to have her.
For the next twenty minutes, Fox went over every little detail. I stayedon the balcony looking over the lights of the city, doing my best to ignore theurge to go back in and sit in front of my computer. If I did that, Savannah would distract me.
“I have to say, Junior, I’m looking forward to you not spending halfyour time in another fucking state,” Fox grumbled when we’d wrapped the conversation up.
“Me too,” I grumbled, finally going back into the warmth of my hotelsuite.
“I can’t wait to meet the woman who’s captured the heart of USA’smost eligible bachelor.”
I snorted. Fox had constantly taken the piss out of me sinceCosmopolitanhad printed an article claiming that a poll showed I was the most desirable bachelor in the country.
Fox had come in 4th.
“Don’t be bitter,” I chuckled. I didn’t give two shitswhere I came in a poll, but I couldn’t help but gloat that I’d beaten Fox.
“I’m not bitter. Obviously, most of the women in the US haven’t got abrain cell between them. Either that, or they think you’ve got a massive cock,” Fox retorted.
