Page 10 of Man Vs. Woman
I’m not whining, baby. Don’t mistake me for some bitch who doesn’t get what he wants and gets upset because something doesn’t go his way. That’s not me. I’ve worked fucking hard to get where I am. Too hard to just lose it all over some spilled cum.
I get shutting me down if this happened often, or if I had some mold or shit growing in my saunas or on my equipment. But I didn’t and don’t. I pay people—and I pay them damn well—to make sure everything in my gyms…allof them, are up to code. Therealfrustrating part is usually when I shower someone with cum, they want more. I’ve never been left with my dick in my hands…until now.
“Seriously. This shit happens more than you think. I know a few billionaires who’ve declared bankruptcy. It’s common, man. Don’t sweat over this. It’ll all blow over and you’ll land on your feet.” Dominic ignores my list of annoyances and tries to assure me bankruptcy is ok—for the record, it’s not fucking ok. For me at least.
He lifts his drink in the air, motioning for me to cheers. I clink his drink, but glare at him over the rim. I hate that he’s fucking right. But I don’t want to be one of those billionaires he knows—or that anyone knows for that matter. To me, that’s defeat.
And, who wants to fuck a bankrupt billionaire? I know, I wouldn’t. Be honest, would you?
“Taylor, you seem awfully quiet. Pussy got your tongue?” I say, watching as he ogles the strippers like some perv.
He leans his elbows on his knees and tilts his head up towards me.
“I agree with Dominic. If you go bankrupt, we’ll still be here. Well, you might not be. Your access to elite pussy might be limited now. No bankrupt slobs in here.” He winks. “But don’t worry, I can pick up the slack.” He teases and sips the last of his drink.
“You’re a fucker, you know that?” I sneer at him.
“I do know that. I’ve heard it’s one of my most sought-after qualities.” He flashes me a grin, but then gets distracted by a brunette in a red corset and lace panties.
I try to not to laugh when his gaze lands on the women’s ass and his jaw drops open. It’s fucking huge. Like, if Kim Kardashian and Nicki Minaj had a baby type huge.
“Taylor, my boy, I’m not sure if you have it in you.” I jab at him, letting a greedy smile spread across my face.
The only reason why I’m not drooling in astonishment is because the blonde from earlier comes back, immediately reminding me of my Stairmaster Goddess. Oh, and Honey is now dancing toPour Some Sugar on Me.
Really? How fucking ironic. Not only do I have to be reminded of the blonde, but this song comes on too. It’s fitting, really. It should be my fucking theme song. Or would it be the senior’s theme song?
Fuck, sorry, I’m distracted.
If I were a real romance novel hero, then it wouldn’t just be some song. It would be that chick from the gym that caused me to lose my flagship gym and put my company in jeopardy. I’d find her and we’d laugh about what happened and it would be a meet cute that would end in us fucking each other’s brains out.
But my life isn’t a romance novel. It’s a porno with no HEA nowadays.
“Thirsty yet boys?” The blonde asks, twirling a tassel in her hand.
“Fuck it. Let’s order shots.” I say, needing something more to take the edge off. Colt McCoy doesn’t give up.
Did I do something really, really fucking stupid? Sure.
Is it absolutely astounding that a billionaire can be so unreliable in his business that he just spewed man juice over a bunch of his customers? Apparently.
But did I get to where I am in life by giving the fuck up?
No. Fucking. Way.
I face Dominic, “I’m not going to do it, man.”
“Not file for bankruptcy?” He’s eyes widen in shock, but he nods his head in understanding. “Ok, then what are you going to do?”
“I got to face my consequences like a fucking man and get on with my life. I’ll figure a way out of this. I always do.” It’s true, I have to man-up. Yeah, I don’t think the crime is worth the time, or whatever the fuck that saying is, but what I can do? No amount of whining or complaining will get me out this cumclustered hole I’m in.
“Hey, wait.” Taylor is back with us, apparently the ass is out sight—I don’t know how though. “You heard the rare book store at the base of Clarendon Tower is closing soon, right? They sold their entire fucking inventory and they have some massive cavernous space!”
I perk up.
“It’s probably bigger than what you had before the Health Department shut you down. It would be a perfect spot for the new gym, bro,” Taylor concludes.
“No, I didn’t hear about this.” I scoot to the edge of my seat, my curiosity now piqued. “This sounds fucking great. Is it up for lease already?”
