Page 62 of Broken Headboards
Chapter Twenty-Five
Taylor
One of thebest joys I have after a long day of work is to be able to go to the gym and work out all the stress in my body.
Its how I stay in peak physical shape after all. I’m a perfect male specimen. When I’m at the gym I’m focused and I’m getting results. I’m used to the stares I get from the women who lick their lips because they want to fuck me. Yeah, keep looking. I’m getting my body ripped and staying at the height of health.
As you can imagine, I’m pretty fucking beat when I get back to my condo. I use the GymSpaSium that’s attached to Clarendon Tower. It’s the most comprehensive and elite of all gyms in the city and its run by my good friend Colt McCoy.
But one thing I don’t do at the GymSpaSium is shower. Which means I’m a stinky mess when I walk in the door this evening.
I need to shower and get ready. I have another date with Ashley tonight. This time we’re going to a Japanese teppanyaki place in the Lower East Side. It’s supposedly all the rage and I can’t wait to get Ashley alone.
Obviously the last time we went to dinner we got a little side tracked with the whole Jeremiah Hoody thing that started this whole man versus woman furniture mogul mess. But tonight I’m going to fuck Ashley.
Hell if things go well I could see Ashley becoming my girlfriend.
But I don’t want to jump the gun just yet. I’m still an independent bachelor. A very fucking eligible bachelor at that. Having an exclusive girlfriend at this point might cramp my style a bit.
But let’s face it. Ashley is one hell of a woman.
I mean, she’s got it all. She’s got a cute fucking body. It’s fucking gorgeous. Those tits I could just suck on for days. But her slender body leads to an amazing ass. It’s luscious and tight. Her legs are insanely beautiful. Her face is like an angel.
But it’s not just her fucking body that makes me think about her nonstop.
It’s her mind. I’ve never had banter with a chick like I do with her.
I’ve never had a girl that I can’t stop thinking about. I know she’s a strong woman. And I love that about her. It makes it like dealing with an equal—not someone who won’t have any opinion and be fucking subservient to everything I say.
In a way it reminds me of Tess and Austin.
Those two might be fighting it out for who gets to outfit Clarendon Tower but it seems that Austin and Tess have a deeper connection than I ever thought possible.
I mean Tess is hot. There’s no fucking doubt about that. And Austin has never had a problem with catching women’s eyes. They would be really good together. I see that. I’m pretty sure Ashley sees that.
So why don’t they see that?
Why don’t they see that they’re pretty much the same type of person. Both of them are strong alpha personalities. They’re both larger than life. They’re both committed to doing anything to win.
It’s like they were fucking made for each other.
I’m in my condo contemplating this as I look through my phone when there’s a knock at my door.
It’s one of the interns from Draper Pierce. He’s drops off a file he’s been researching that I requested that I’ve been waiting for all day.
Want to know what it is? Well, baby, you’re not going to believe this.
I have in my hands the secret weapon that’s going to help Austin win this contest that he’s going through right now. See, Austin is my boy I’d do anything for. He asked me to help him find some resources. So of course I’m going to hook him up.
Sure Tess might be nice and all but Austin and I go way back–all the way to when he first moved into Clarendon Tower. I’ve always known he was a driven dude but seeing him put in the hours in his company and turn that shit around I couldn’t help but to feel respect for the guy and his work ethic.
And once I started to hang out with him and get to know him, I realized he was just an overall fun guy.
I look through the file.
Giovanni Giannoni is the premier bedroom furniture designer in the world. His designs can be seen everywhere from Buckingham Palace to the White House. Donald Trump used his designs to outfit Trump Tower when he first built it. Throughout the world, this dude has designed bedrooms for houses and sets that the super-elite have celebrated. Kings and queens. Heads of state. Corporate chieftains. You fucking name it, he’s done it.
He’s very famous for designing bedroom sets. And his signature piece is the headboard. The guy is like the Picasso of headboards. Some of his shit goes for millions of dollars by the time a manufacturer is lined up to produce his pieces. He’s notoriously hard to track down and very particular about who he works with.
