Page 35 of Scoring Chance
Zach Clayton sat nearby in another chair and casually sipped on his scotch as he awaited a lap dance. He was a tall bearded man, with not a single ounce of body fat on him. He was easily recognizable with his half-blond/half-dark hair, which led to Dean nicknaming him, Two-Tone. “My wife knows I’m here and she’s cool with it.”
“Uh, you don’t have a choice if she’s cool with it,” Kyle mentioned as a beautiful brunette sat on his lap. “If she wasn’t cool with it, you wouldn’t be here.”
“I’m my own man!” Two-Tone defended. “I can do whatever I want.”
The men looked at him and glanced at each other. “Sure,” they said in unison.
“What’s going on with you and Syd?” Jameson joined his best friend. “I haven’t seen you two since the wedding!”
“We wanted to give you two some privacy and enjoy being newlyweds,” Dean explained, “and Syd’s been super busy with her art show in a few weeks and she has this major contract with Quinn Riordan so she’s not around as much she would be.”
“Hey, that’s a good thing! It means she’s focused,” Jameson declined a dance and continued to sip on his beer, “everything’s finally good with you two?”
“As good as they can be,” Dean also declined a dance, “a few things have come up recently.”
“Oh?” Jameson scooted his chair closer. “Like what?”
“Sydney wants a prenup,” Dean began.
Kyle shrugged along with the other guys. “So? You mentioned you wanted to give her one but were afraid she was going to reject it.”
“That’s different. I was giving her a prenup on my terms.” Dean explained. “She has someone in her ear.”
“Ferguson?” Jameson asked and Dean nodded. “Maybe it’s not a bad thing.”
“Oh?” Dean asked. “How?”
“He has her best interests in mind, which in turn, has your best interests as well. He wants to protect and preserve Sydney’s art at all costs. You’ll get to keep your millions while Sydney will keep hers.” Jameson added.
“Millions?” Kyle asked. “Sydney has millions of dollars ofher own?”
“She’s on track,” Dean admitted, “she’ll have them soon enough. She just sold a piece for sixty thousand the other day.”
“Sixtythousand?” Kyle blinked. “Fuck, I’m in the wrong business.”
“I’m still not understanding the issue,” Caleb chimed in, “if you originally wanted her to sign a prenup, why does it matter Ian is encouraging her to do so?”
“Because of something I did,” Dean explained. He looked around and chewed his bottom lip. “I can’t say it now.”
“All of you, out!” Jameson ordered the dancers and they quickly left. “Now, talk.”
“Dude, I was in the middle of…” Two-Tone gesticulated. “…you know…”
“Bust your nut later,” Jameson replied. “This is more important.”
“Yo, there’s nothing more important than this.” Two-Tone explained.
“What’s going on, Dean?” Caleb asked.
“I was with Rebecca when Sydney and I broke up,” Dean began, “but that’s not the end of it. She hired paps to take pictures of us.”
“Pictures?” Kyle asked. “Pictures of what?” He read Dean’s eyes and Kyle gasped. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up!”
“You got a copy of those pics, bro?” Caleb asked.
“Anyway, Ian somehow got a copy of the pictures and he told me to tell Sydney. I haven’t told her yet and it’s been a couple of weeks already.” Dean sipped his beer. “I thought he told Sydney but he told her to get a prenup instead.”
“To which she agreed to because he’s protecting her financial interest in case this comes out and you’re fucked,” Jameson slowly nodded as he figured everything out, “Ian’s a smart man.”
