Page 42 of Man Vs. Woman
Taylor
There area few benefits to being the CEO of the largest investment bank in the whole fucking universe. Yeah, sure, there’s the money, the private jets, and all the fucking pussy a sane human being can slay in a 24-hour period.
But that’s now what I’m talking about in here.
What I’m talking about is the ability to find out whatever you want to know about pretty much anyone in the world. Yeah, forget about the feds or the CIA spooks—if you’re concerned about your privacy, banks are the ones you should be worried about. We know everything about you, doll—yeah, and that includes that pink dildo you bought with your Visa three weeks ago.
But don’t worry, I only use my powers for good.
And only when a friend needs me to.
That’s why I’m standing in front of Colt’s apartment, laptop tucked under my arm as he stands in front of me basically naked.
“This shit on Hiram will blow your mind,” I tell him as I hear giggling from the other room. His hair is disheveled, and all he’s wearing are some boxer briefs. Is his dick fucking pointing towards me?
Jesus fucking Christ.
I cock one eyebrow as I see a woman walking out—Serena James. Yeah, figured. No way Colt would be able to keep it inside his pants near a woman like Serena. She’s a fucking Goddess. Almost as hot as Ashley.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” I tell him with a smirk, even though I know for a certainty I must have gotten here right when things were heating up. Well, tough shit—I’m here on a mission.
“Do you come bearing gifts?” Serena asks me, slowly going up to her feet and offering me a smile as she gestures to my laptop. I look at her, momentarily entranced by her beauty, and then shake my head—she’s already taken. But, fuck, with a girl like this, I bet Colt can’t take his hands off of her.
Lucky fucker.
Maybe I should go cum all over a bunch of senior citizens doing aqua fitness.
“So?” he asks me, waving at the table on his living room.
“Good things come to those who wait,” I reply as I set my laptop on the table and open it up; pressing one key, I order the screen to come alive. “Alright, I hope this helps, because I spent the night looking through these fucking documents. Like you asked, I had a few of my guys dig some information on Hiram,” I continue, pulling up the most important documents I could find. “Suffice to say, this is pretty fucking interesting. The guy isn’t exactly clean, if you know what I mean. And I’m not talking about showering.”
“How so?” Serena asks, tiptoeing her way to us.
“Well, to start with, there are a few gaps in his personal history. He grew up in Canada, apparently, and then travelled around the world—like a proper cultured asshole. But we can’t really pinpoint the places where he stayed or live. Guys was like a rich hobo, I guess, going from city to city all the fucking time. He was educated in Ivy League schools, though, and he seems to have some liberal tendencies. Supported liberal causes his whole life, from what I could gather.”
“Well, alright—so he comes from money?”
“Yes and no. He comes from money, yes, and that’s what allowed him to travel all over the globe and get the best education money could get...but he built his fortune up during the Great Financial Crisis. Despite his liberal leaning, he made a lot of money by buying up foreclosed homes and then selling them after he evicted the people in there. Real gem of a guy.”
“Well, well...so he’s a liberal until it’s time to make some money, huh? What a fucking hypocrite.”
“Seems like it, yeah,” I sigh, closing the laptop and sinking down on a chair. “Unfortunately, we still haven’t been able to figure out what his business holdings are. The guy sure likes to remain in the shadows, and he seems to know enough to ensure that things remain just like that.”
“Well, fuck, that ain’t good.”
“No, especially because all this information seems to be pointing at something shady. I mean, why would he go to all this fucking trouble to hide his business holdings? And why can’t we pinpoint the places where he stayed when he was younger? Besides, after the attack on Serena...yeah, I’ll go out on a limb and say this guy is as shady as they come.”
“But...we’ve hit a wall?”
“Maybe not,” Serena adds, placing both her hands on the table. She runs her tongue over her lips, as if she’s considering something, and then nods to herself. “Alright, I think I might know someone that might be able to help us,” she says as she rummages through her purse. Fishing her cell phone out, she taps it a few times and then moves to the corner of the living room to make her call.
“She’s something, huh?” I punch Colt in the arm, fairly sure that Serena can’t hear us right now.
“Yeah…” he whispers, glancing at her and smiling.
Oh, fuck, I know that look.
“Jesus, what’s up with that fucking expression, man?” I ask.
