by Lynn, Sandi
“Listen, I have to go now. I’m meeting Aiden in about thirty minutes. Congratulations again. You and Jake are going to make really great parents.”
“Thanks, Collin, and stay out of trouble,” she said as she pointed at me.
“That I can’t promise.” I winked as I walked out the door.
I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth before walking out of the penthouse. I dabbed on some more cologne and as I walked downstairs, my mom stopped me.
“Collin, where are you going?” she asked.
“Out with Aiden.”
“Do you think you can stay home at least one night? We hardly see you anymore.” She pouted.
“Mom, come on. I’m almost twenty-two. The last thing I want to do is hang with my parents when I can go out with my friends. Plus dad sees me every day, all day long at the office.”
“Yeah, well I don’t, and I miss my son.”
“I love you, mom,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek and stepped onto the elevator.
I felt bad. I loved my mom so much and I hated when she made me feel guilty, but fun was to be had and that was exactly what I was going to do; no matter what she said.
* * *
I took a cab to Club S because I knew I’d be drinking and wouldn’t be able to drive. My dad was in the process of hiring a new driver. Denny had retired, due to my dad forcing him into it because he had some health issues and it was becoming too much for him. My dad seemed to be taking his time with it, and I believed that it was because he couldn’t see anyone else driving him or us around besides Denny.
Aiden was standing outside Club S waiting for me when the cab pulled up to the curb. I got out, we high-fived, and walked inside. The music was blaring, and the floor was thumping. It was more crowded than usual tonight and the girls were gorgeous. I was getting hard just looking at them. I walked up to the bar and ordered my usual scotch, and Aiden ordered his whiskey. This club had become our usual hangout over the past couple of months. The girls were smoking hot and they sure knew how to have a good time. I thought if my parents knew I hung out here, they’d be pissed. We sat at the table and kicked back our drinks. This pretty cute girl kept eyeing me from the bar. When I gave her a wink and a smile, she strutted over to our table and sat down next to me.
“You’re really cute.” She smiled.
“Thanks, babe. You’re pretty cute yourself.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” she asked.
“No. But I can buy you one.”
I raised my hand and signaled for Amber, our waitress, to bring us a couple of shots each. As soon as she set them in front of us, we brought our shot glasses together and then slammed them as fast as we could. After we slammed both shots, she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. As I grabbed her waist, she moved her hot ass up and down my body, causing me to become instantly hard. Her dress was really short, which allowed my hands easy access to cup her bare ass. She welcomed it and threw her head back when I squeezed it. When the song changed, I led her back to the bar for some more shots, and as we approached the table, Aiden already had some hot girl sitting on his lap. The four of us drank more than we should’ve and, before I knew it, we were outside the club and I had my girl’s back pressed up against the side of the building.
“Let’s go back to your place.” She smiled as she nipped my bottom lip.
I turned around and hailed us a cab that took the both of us back to the penthouse.
“We have to be really quiet, my parents are sleeping.” I whispered as I carefully shut the front door.
She laughed as I picked her up and tried to carry her up the stairs. Needless to say, I stumbled and we both fell. We started to laugh, and I put my hand over her mouth as we got up and went to my bedroom, closing the door softly behind us.
* * *
“Collin, get down here, NOW!” my dad yelled up the stairs.
I rolled my eyes and went down to his office. “What?”
“You know what, Collin.”
I sighed as I crossed my arms. I knew what this was about. It was about the hot brunette I brought home last night. “Dad, calm down. She’s a nice girl.” I smiled.
“Really? What the hell is her name?”
Shit, he put me on the spot. If I remembered correctly, I didn’t catch her name, but if I told my dad that he’d flip, so I gave her a name. “Her name is Darcy.”
“Bullshit! Her name is Renee. Ask me how I know, Collin. Go ahead and ask me,” he yelled.
“How do you know her name is Renee, dad?”
“Because she introduced herself to me this morning when I was walking down the hall and she came out of your room, naked! Your mom is in the kitchen ready to kill you. You’ve been out of control since Hailey left and this stops today. Do you understand me? Now get your ass in the kitchen and apologize to your mom, and maybe, just maybe, when I walk back in there, you’ll be alive.”
My head was already killing me from last night’s alcohol binge and my dad’s yelling made it worse. Now, I had to go and face my mom. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint her, but lately, that’s all I seemed to do. I walked out of the office and straight into the kitchen where my mom was sitting at the table.
“Sit down now!” she said with anger in her eyes.
“Mom, I’m—”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare say a word until I’m finished saying what I have to say.”
She pointed her finger at me. Something I didn’t ever remember her doing. She was pissed and she kind of scared me.
“I know you’re hurting, Collin. I know how hard it’s been on you since Hailey left, but you are way out of control. You go out every night. You come home in the wee hours of the morning and you reek of alcohol. I don’t appreciate naked girls coming out of your bedroom in the morning. It’s rude, disrespectful, and I won’t have it in my house. What the hell were you thinking?”
As I looked into her angry, but sad eyes, I hated myself for making her so mad. “Mom, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, and it’ll never happen again.”
“You’re right it won’t happen again. Connor, get in here,” she yelled from the kitchen.
My dad walked in and looked at me. “Still alive I see.”
I rolled my eyes and my head felt like it was going to explode. My mom got up from her chair and started getting the stuff out for the hangover cocktail she always made. God, I hated that shit.
“Connor, don’t you have something to tell Collin?” she said.
My dad looked at me as he sat down in the chair. “I’ve decided that you’re attending the meeting at the office this morning and then after that I have some things I need you to take care of.”
“No way, Dad. Today’s my day off.”
There was no way I wanted to sit in that meeting with a hangover. I didn’t get much sleep last night and all I wanted to do was go back to bed.
“I’ve changed your day off and today isn’t it,” he said as he got up from the chair.
My mom walked over to me and handed me a glass with the cocktail in it. “Here, my darling son, drink up because you’re going to need to feel a hundred percent before you go into the office.” She smiled.
My dad sipped his coffee and as he walked out of the kitchen, he turned around, looked at me and then looked at his watch. “You have about fifteen minutes to get ready. I’ll be waiting by the elevator. You better not be a minute late.”
Chapter 2
“Good morning, Collin,” Valerie said as I walked to my dad’s office.
“Good morning, Valerie. How many more days until retirement?”
“Ten more days and then I’ll be on my way to Arizona.” She smiled.
“Good for you.” I winked.
I opened the door and sitting across from my dad’s desk, was a very sexy woman dressed in all black. When she turned around and looked at me, all I could picture was her bent over the desk and me taking her from behind.
“Collin, I’m in an intervi
ew.”
“Sorry, Dad, but I need you to review these when you’re finished.”
I sat down in the chair next to her and held out my hand. “Hello, I’m Collin Black, and you are?”
She smiled at me as she lightly shook my hand. “Hello, I’m Briana.”
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Briana,” I said as I lightly kissed her hand.
My dad rolled his eyes and got up from his desk. “Okay, Collin, thank you for dropping these off. Now go back to your office and do some work.”
I gave Briana a wink as I left and shut the door. She was hot and I could tell by the way she looked at me, she wanted me. Valerie shook her head at me as I walked by her desk.
“What?” I asked.
“The apple sure doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
I strutted down the hall as I made my way to Julia’s office. When I opened the door, she wasn’t in there. I heard noises coming from her bathroom. As I walked over to the door, I lightly knocked.
“Julia, are you okay?”
I heard the toilet flush and she came walking out wiping her mouth with a tissue. “Morning sickness.” She sighed.
“Oh. That sucks.”
I sat down across from her desk as she opened her drawer and took out a mint. “What are you doing here? Isn’t today your day off?”
“It was supposed to be, but Dad changed it after last night’s events.”
“What happened now?” she asked.
“I brought a girl home and she came out of my room this morning and ran into Dad in the hallway. Did I mention she was naked?”
“Collin! What the hell.”
“I know. Spare me the talk because I already got it from both mom and dad, and I’m in no mood. I’m hungover, and I’m tired. I don’t understand why I have to be punished for having a good time.”
“Maybe because your good times always end up disastrous.” She smiled. “I would’ve loved to have been a fly on the wall this morning.”
“Meh, whatever. I’m over it. I just want to get this day over with. Anyway, do you have the new plans for the gym?”
“Yeah, I have them right here,” she said as she handed me the drawings.
I rolled them up, walked over to her, and gave her a kiss on the head. “I hope you feel better, sis.”
“Thanks, Collin.” She smiled.
I tucked the designs under my arm as I left her office. I tried to do a 180 when I saw my dad walking towards me.
“Stop, right there, son.”
I took in a deep breath as I slowly turned around. “Yes, Dad.”
“You can go home now.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. After you drop off these plans at the Chicago office.” He smiled. “The plane is waiting for you.”
“Ha-ha. You’re funny, Dad.” I laughed.
“Sorry, son, but this is no joke.”
“You can overnight them. They’ll get there by tomorrow morning.” I said.
“I could. But I want them there today.” He smirked.
I shook my head as I grabbed the file from him and walked away in a huff.
* * *
I was upstairs packing a light bag when my mom knocked on the door.
“Come in, Mom.”
“I hear your dad’s sending you to Chicago.”
“Yep. He sure is.” I sighed. “He knows I’m not feeling well today, and he doesn’t care.”
“You know that’s not true, Collin. Do you want me to go with you?” she asked.
“No. I’m a big boy, Mom. I can go to Chicago by myself.”
She put her hand on my cheek. “You’ll always be my little boy, no matter how old you are.” She smiled.
I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug. “I know I will. I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too. Text me when you land and don’t argue with me about it.”
I sighed and then I flashed her a smile. “I’ll do better than text you. I’ll call you.”
Just as I was about to leave, my phone rang. I pulled it from my pocket and saw it was my dad calling.
“Hello,” I unwillingly answered.
“Change of plans, Collin. You’ll be flying commercial because something’s wrong with the plane and the mechanic needs to look at it.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Do I sound like I’m kidding, son?”
I stood there, shaking my head in disbelief over this whole thing. “Your flight leaves in two hours. I suggest you get to the airport quickly. Your ticket is already waiting for you.”
I could hear him loving every minute of this. He was going to make me pay one way or another for bringing that girl home. “Fine, I’m leaving now. By the way, when are you hiring the new driver?”
“I don’t know. I’ll talk to you later,” he said as he hung up.
I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. “Now I’m flying commercial because something’s wrong with the plane,” I said to my mom as I headed towards the elevator.
“You’ll be fine, sweetheart. Have a good flight,” she said as she kissed my cheek.
I rolled my eyes and took the elevator down to the parking garage. I climbed in my Range Rover and drove to the airport. As I valet parked, I grabbed my bag from the back seat and ran to the ticket counter. My flight was leaving soon, and I still had to get to my gate.
“Can I help you?” the girl behind the counter asked with a wide smile.
“I’m Collin Black, and there’s a ticket waiting for me on a flight to Chicago.”
“I’ll need to see some I.D., Mr. Black.”
She was hot and she was licking her plump lips. I stood there and stared at her mouth, imaging it wrapped around my cock. She keyed some information into the computer and handed me my ticket with a folded piece of paper. I opened it up and it was her phone number. I looked at her and smiled.
“Maybe you can give me a call when you get back to New York,” she innocently spoke.
“I think I will.” I nodded as I stared at her and started to walk away.
I checked my ticket and what the fuck! I’m flying economy class! Are you fucking kidding me?
As I headed to my gate, I pulled my phone from my pocket and noticed there was a text message from my dad.
“I forgot to tell you that first class and business class was all booked up. Enjoy your flight in economy, son.”
I wasn’t even going to respond because he did it on purpose. Jesus, he was really making me pay. I arrived at my gate and walked up to the counter. I flashed my smile and asked the girl if there was any way to upgrade to first class. She looked at her computer and shook her head.
“No, I’m sorry, but first class is full and so is business class. You made it just in time. We’re starting to board.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed as I picked up my bag from the floor and stood in the long line with the rest of the people waiting to board the plane. I was getting so drunk tonight. I wondered if Ellie was going to be around. I found my seat and squeezed in. At least it was a window seat. This was total bullshit that I had to fly like this. Maybe I’d get lucky and some hot chick would be in the seat next me. WRONG. It was some snot nose kid who sounded like he was going to hack up a lung.
“Hey, can you cover your mouth when you cough?”
He looked at me with knitted brows. “Can you mind your own business, fucker?”
“Where’s your mom, kid?” I asked with irritation.
“I don’t know. Some seat way in the back.”
He put his headphones in and blasted the music on his iPod. It was so loud, I could hear the rap over the roaring engines of the plane. I shook my head and looked out the window. When it was safe to use our phones, I pulled mine from my pocket and scrolled through my pictures. There was one I didn’t delete of Hailey. It was my favorite picture of her, and I just couldn’t get rid of it.
“Who’s that? Your girlfriend?” the kid asked.
I glared over
at him. “Why don’t you mind your own business?”
“Prick,” he said as he looked at his iPod.
I turned my phone to camera status and held it up. “Hey, kid, smile.”
As soon as the kid turned his head, I snapped his picture.
“What the hell, dude,” he said and then started coughing.
“Just a memory of my flight.” I smiled.
“Fucker,” he mumbled.
I sent his picture to Julia with a text message.
“Dad made me fly commercial and this is who I’m stuck with.”
“OMG! That’s hilarious. Be nice to the kid. Remember you’re going to be an uncle. I’m surprised that kid is in first class.”
“He’s not. I’m in economy because first and business class were sold out. Fuck this.”
“LOL at dad.”
“Ha-ha. I’m glad you find it funny.”
“Sorry. Have a safe flight. Love you.”
“Love you too, sis.”
I looked over at the kid who was coughing. “Are you sick or something?” I asked with sincerity.
He turned his head and looked at me. “Yeah, I have cystic fibrosis.”
I knew what that was because I had to do a power point presentation on it in health class in college. “Dude, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want your pity,” he said.
“My name is Collin and I don’t give pity.” I smiled as I held out my hand.
He twisted his face and looked at my hand. He slowly brought his hand to mine. “I’m Jacob Kline.”
“Nice to meet you, Jacob Kline.”
“Yeah, real nice, I’m sure,” he spoke with a sadness in his voice.
Now I felt sorry for this kid. I understood his rough and tough exterior. It was to hide the sadness he was feeling inside.
“So, why are going to Chicago?”
“To see another specialist,” he replied.
“How old are you?”
“Twelve.”
