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Grant was the financial manager of Ian’s wealth and was even a groomsman at Ian’s wedding party. “I see you managed to come out here alone.”
“I cannot do this to Domi,” Ian picked up a flute of champagne as Grant joined him, “we attended one of them and we both were bored to tears. The nanny is watching the kids, while Domi is out with Scott’s wife and their friends.” Ian referred to their mutual friend, Scott Reed. “So, I’m taking one for the team.”
“Good man you are.” Grant mentioned as they clinked glasses. “I’m here because of the family. They need at least one McGinnis here and I’m the unlucky one.”
“You were always the good son,” Ian sipped his champagne, “I’m surprised Nathan is not here since he’s typically the mouthpiece of the family.”
“I’m not,” Grant deadpanned, “he knows what his priorities are, and representing the family where he’s not benefitting is not that.”
Ian shot Grant a look. “He’s the family’s PR spokesperson.”
“Now, Ian, you and I know my family’s dynamics well enough to knowSuccessionwas not just a TV show but our family’s autobiography.” Grant sipped his champagne. A server came by with crab cake bites and they each took one.
Ian smiled at Grant’s wit and took a bite of the crab cake. His restaurant was catering to the affair. “Funny how he betrayed you, yet he dares to be madat you,” Ian shook his head.
“Because he wanted to get one-up on me, but he wasn’t ready for the reverse Uno card she had waiting for him.” Grant raised an eyebrow. “But they’re too prideful to admit they’re miserable if it means sticking the knife in a little deeper each time they see me.”
“It’s only a matter of time before you take that knife out and plunge back into them,” Ian sipped more champagne, “and I can’t say I will be sorry for Nathan when that does happen.”
Grant nodded and didn’t bother to correct his best friend. Nathan tried to cross Ian as well.
CHAPTER FOUR
TRIXIE FELT COMPLETELY out of place.
As she waited by her car at the end of the hotel’s cul-de-sac, she thought this was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in a while. She then made the humbling and sobering realization of how much her life sucked.
She was no longer a spring chicken. With 30 knocking on the door – on Halloween, no less – she began to wonder what to be when she grew up. She knew better than anyone that working in the gig economy only works when the economy is great. It was the part of the Have Not’s, she’d grown accustomed to.
Yet, as Trixie watched the wealthy people getting into their Bentleys, Mercedes, and chauffeured Rolls Royces, she knew she was among the Have’s. Those people, including the one she was picking up, had no idea what it meant to struggle. If they did, they were so far removed from it, that it was a very distant memory.
Still, Trixie played her part. Mr. Man promised her more money. He had left a nice tip in the app and a hundred dollars in cash. She blew through the cash at the grocery store before she could even enjoy it.
Trixie did wonder why Mr. Man chose her instead of getting another rideshare or even using a private driver. Surely, he had the money. As she Googled who Grant McGinnis was, she found out he was a part of the 1% royalty.
His great-grandfather, Brad, created and owned the Neptune candy bar. The grandfather, William, oversaw the company’s oil and textiles separate brand, which his father and uncles inherited. The family was worth well over $150 billion.
While Trixie was a little impressed, she wondered why Grant ventured off and did his own thing separate from the family business. He was one of the CEOs until a few years back and then he wasn’t anymore. It didn’t seem like he was pressed for money and could afford his car service.
It also wasn’t a surprise to Trixie, Grant had a slew of women all over the world. From Russian ballerinas to Hollywood actresses, and Instagram models, Grant was never alone. He’d never been married and preferred to just date. With his wealth, he could afford to do just that.
Nevertheless, a gig was a gig and Trixie was grateful she decided to take one last ride. She’d made over a hundred dollars that day and with the extra hundred Grant had given her, it was a good night.
Plus, it would be the last time she would see him. While she was a bit sad about that part, she also knew someone like Grant didn’t typically spend time with people like her. It wasn’t a race thing but awealththing. They were on two separate, and far from equal planes.
Just as Trixie was about to feel sorry for herself, Grant appeared. He walked in long strides, as if he owned the world and everyone else just lived in it. He had natural swag, and sexiness that took time to cultivate and perfect.
He stood well over six feet tall, muscular and thick, and a nice, big tree Trixie would’ve loved to climb on top of. Goddamn, that man was made of fantasies and long nights with her favorite vibrator.
He was also wholly unavailable. A man like Grant had hoes in different area codes and Trixie was not about to be one of hisL.A. girls. Trixie swallowed her pride and waved to Grant, who seemingly did a light jog over to her. “Did you enjoy your night?”
“Barely.” He smiled and Trixie felt he lit up the entire sky. “Are you hungry?”
Trixie thought about the 12-pack of ramen noodles in the back of her trunk. “I could use a bite to eat. Do you have somewhere in mind?”
“I’m craving animal-style In-N-Out,” Grant stepped closer to her, “are you game?”
Trixie pushed out a breath. His cologne wafted in her nose and she felt like taking a bite out of him. “Very much so. Let’s go.”
