Trying to Survive (The Kiser #1)

by Hannah Davenport

  What would I like? Now that was a loaded question. The table we were sitting at was in a dark corner of the VIP section, and I couldn’t see anyone else. They made it this way on purpose, for privacy. “I want you in front of me, on your knees.” I said in a commanding tone. She smiled and dropped to the floor. I grabbed my scotch while she unzipped me and took my hard dick out of my pants. As I watched the dancing down below, she sucked me into her mouth. Experienced, she had done this many times before. I could always tell. As she continued to suck, I could feel my balls tighten and knew it wouldn’t be long. Setting down my drink, I grabbed her head, pumped in to her mouth once, twice, and then came why holding her on me. “Swallow it sweetheart.” I said, but there was no gentleness in my words. “Oh yeah, that’s it!” I moaned. When I finished, I watched her lick her lips. Zipping me back up, she smiled, grabbed her tray and left. She had done this enough to know she would get a huge tip.

  Matt and David were returning when she zipped me up and by the smile on David’s face and the scowl on Matt’s, I knew they saw everything that happened, or at least the end of it. “You’ve got to be shitten me! We leave for ten minutes and you get the waitress to give you a fucking blow job?” Matt said, grabbing his drink as they sat down. “Colin, you need help. I swear I think the older you get, the worse you get. You’re in a fucking nightclub and didn’t even bother to use the bathroom for your sexcapades.”

  “Shut up Matt, if I could get away with it I would do it to.” David came to my defense. Not that I cared either way. I have always done what I wanted and when I wanted to. David was Matt’s friend from grade school. I hung out with both of them growing up, but I was around Matt more often. Neither of them ever asked or expected anything from me, which was unusual in my world. We stayed another hour before I paid the tab and left a $500 tip for the waitress, and called my driver.

  “Would either of you like a ride home?” I asked as we made our way to the private side door exit.

  “No thanks, we came in Dave’s car.” Matt answered.

  I nodded, “I’ll see you both later.” They headed for the parking lot and I climbed in to the back of my limo. My driver, Seth, shut the door behind me.

  “Where to sir?”

  “Home Seth.” He had been my driver for the last seven years and probably knew more about me than anyone.

  “Yes Sir.”

  Arriving at the front door of my building, I nodded to Dean, the night doorman before heading up to my penthouse. Letting myself in, I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. After undressing, I stepped in and let the hot water run down my back as I leaned forward and placed my hands on the wall in front of me. Thinking about Matt, and what he said, I wondered if he was right. Was I getting worse, colder hearted? I didn’t know.

  Finishing my shower, I dried off and headed to bed noticing it was now 2am. Sleep claimed me within minutes.

  What is that ringing? Please just stop ringing! Opening my eyes, I realized it was my phone. Rolling over and grabbing it off the nightstand, “Speak.”

  “That is no way to greet your mother.” She said in a stern voice. Why did I not check caller Id first? Oh yeah, I was sleeping, I thought while rubbing my eyes. I rarely took her calls, but sometimes like now, I didn’t check the Id and stupidly answered.

  “What do you want mother?” No need to pretend with pleasant chitchat.

  “I want you here for Thanksgiving dinner, 1 pm sharp.” Trying to avoid this conversation for the past week, I messed up by answering. “Colin, do you hear me?”

  “Why mother? Why pretend?” I seriously wanted to know why she insists we get together on these holidays. They never cared if I was there growing up, actually they preferred I wasn’t.

  “It’s tradition and besides, your Uncle Rob will be there with his newest wife. I can’t remember what her name is.” Mother huffed, and I knew she had to keep up appearances in front of dad’s family. “Anyway, be here at 1 and leave your bimbos at home.” With those parting words, she hung up. My mother and father were never really a part of my life growing up. Maggie, my nanny and Matt’s mom practically raised me from the time I turned nine. I really liked her, and loved playing with Matt, so I knew not to get to close to her. There had been several nannies before her, but when mother thought they were growing too attached to me, she fired them. Always saying she was my mother and they were the help. I think they just wanted, well needed an heir and didn’t really want a child. I would love to have an heir, but I vowed never to put a child through what I had to endure, feeling unloved and always alone.

  Spending the rest of Sunday at home working on accounts, I was ready for my meeting on Monday morning. Entering the office at 7:30 am, I found Janice sitting at her desk. Looking up she said “Good morning Mr. Withers,” handing me my morning coffee along with my schedule for today. “The conference room is ready for your 9 am meeting with Mr. Jameson, and the reports are on your desk.”

  Taking the coffee while looking over my schedule, I mumbled “Thank you” and headed to my office. After studying the reports for the next hour, I grabbed my briefcase and headed to the conference room. Mr. Jameson, the head of a major law firm, was looking for a new investment broker for his employees’ retirement fund. John would be there as well and would handle the account. Most major investors liked me to be there initially because it made them feel better to think they dealt with only me.

  Passing by Janice as I left, “I’m headed to the conference room now.” She nodded and knew that she was to hold all my calls. Walking in to the conference room, I saw a woman around twenty-five years old with dark brown hair putting out refreshments. When she saw me coming, she swayed her hips a little more and smiled seductively. Like most women here, she had a stick thin figure. Only sparing her a glance, I didn’t fuck women I worked with…ever. My head stayed in the game.

  Three hours later with the account secured, I headed back to my office where I stayed for the next eight hours.

  ****

  Driving my black Aston Martin to my parents’ house, I felt a ball of dread in the pit of my stomach. Even though it was Thanksgiving, it felt like another ordinary day to me. All I wanted to do is get today over with. Driving down the long private driveway, I spotted the beautiful white mansion with it massive columns behind the iron gates that had a big W on the front. As I drew closer, the guard opened the automatic gate and I drove through.

  After knocking on the door, the butler greeted me and showed me to the formal dining room. Shaking my head, I grew up here but every time I visit, I’m treated as a guest. Mother and father, or as I like to refer to them Margaret and William were already seated with Rob and his wife. Rob was sixty years old but the bleach blonde woman beside him couldn’t be over twenty-three. How could he possibly think she wasn’t after his money? No beautiful twenty-three year old would marry a sixty year old for any other reason.

  After taking a seat, the servants started bringing out the food. No matter how good it tasted, it was hard to swallow. Rob cleared his throat and as I looked up he said, “Colin this is my wife Bambi. Bambi this is my nephew Colin.” She gave me a seductive smile and I looked away.

  “Nice to meet you.” I finally choked out. Bambi? Seriously, what kind of fucking name is Bambi? Margaret looked uncomfortable, probably because of Bambi and her age. She was beautiful even if she looked fake with her bleach blonde hair, nose job and of course, a boob job. I could tell and this was just with a glance.

  “It’s really nice to meet you Colin.” She purred and I winced at the high-pitched whinny voice. We ate in relative silence and as soon as I finished my dinner, I wanted to leave. Margaret had a scowl on her face knowing I would leave as soon as possible, not that I cared. I hope that come Christmas I could get by with just sending a fruit basket.

  Clearing his throat, “Colin your mother and I would like to speak with you before you leave.” William said in a voice that brooked no argument. Swallowing hard, I nodded. Rob and Bambi finished
their meal then stood to say their goodbyes.

  “It was very nice to meet you Colin. Maybe now that I’m part of the family, I will see you around more often.” Bambi said as she threw her arms around my neck giving me a very inappropriate good-bye hug. Extracting myself from her arms, I took two steps back and said nothing. Uncle Rob looked furious, mother victorious, and father showed no emotion at all.

  “Let’s go Bambi.” Uncle Rob said in a stern voice. He grabbed her hand, said good bye and led her out the door.

  “Son, let’s go to the study.” Father turned and walked away just expecting me to follow. Mother walked behind me and as we entered, she shut the door behind us.

  I found my way to the bar, and after pouring a glass of scotch, I took a seat on the brown leather couch. Sipping my drink, I waited.

  “Son, your mother and I think it’s time you settled down, produced an heir to carry on our legacy.” I could feel my anger rising. “You’ve graced the covers of several different magazines the last few years with a different tramp on your arm each time.” Taking another sip and trying to hold my tongue, I looked at one then the other.

  “What your father is trying to say is that if you don’t find a wife soon we will cut you out of our will. I’ve invited Maria over for Christmas dinner and I expect you to be here. When I spoke with her, she hinted that she would be willing to marry you and would produce you an heir. She’s only twenty-eight and has the social standing so she would be a good match.” Mother said in her no nonsense voice.

  Hanging on to my barely controlled anger, “No.” That was all I could manage without yelling. I drunk the last of my scotch and stood to leave.

  “Colin,” father said in his stern voice. “You will be here Christmas.”

  “I don’t need your money, I have my own.” I seethed, and he laughed. Laughed!

  “Don’t think for one moment that I couldn’t break you. You may have your own money, but it’s a drop in the bucket compared to us.” He poured his own glass of scotch. “All were asking is for you to get married. Think about it. You can still have your whores.” I saw mother glare at him. No doubt, this was a sore spot in their marriage. Not being able to take it any longer, I left without saying another word. That was my fucking parents!

  The next morning Matt called and asked if I wanted to get breakfast. Carly went Black Friday shopping so he was by himself. Agreeing, I met him at my favorite restaurant for pancakes. Betty always treated me like one of the family because I ate here so often.

  “How’d it go last night man?” Matt asked curiously. With my head bowed looking at my menu, I only lifted my eyes showing him what he wanted to know. Whistling he said, “That bad huh?”

  “They informed me that I needed to take a wife or they will cut me out of the will.”

  “That’s okay, you don’t need their money.” He sipped his coffee.

  “Right.” I said, laughing humorlessly. “They also informed me that they would break me financially if I decided to ignore their wishes.”

  “What the fuck?” He shouted, gaining many stares. “What is wrong with them?”

  “They want me to have an heir, that’s all they’ve ever cared about, you know passing on the legacy.”

  Betty chose that moment to set our pancakes in front of us. “You boys eat up now.” She said with a smile. Smiling back at her, we dug in. They were the best I have ever ate, and I had ate pancakes all over the world.

  “What are you going to do?” Matt asked, concerned.

  “I don’t know. Mother has invited someone to Christmas dinner that would be perfect for me. You know, the right social standing, young and fertile.” Matt snorted a laugh and tried to cover it up with a cough.

  “You’re shitten me?”

  “I wish I was.”

  Chapter 3

  Back in Virginia

  Still needing to get so much stuff done, I couldn’t believe Christmas was just two weeks away. I needed to go shopping. Austin came walking through while I was having a cup of morning coffee. “Good morning honey. Sleep well?” I asked as I took another sip while sitting at the breakfast bar.

  “Morning mom. Yeah I did.” He walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee.

  “I was thinking I might run to town today. Want to go?”

  “Where?” Most people didn’t have this problem. When they went shopping, they had one place to go. But here, it depended on which direction you went as to which town you shopped in.

  “I’m going to the mall. I need to get more Christmas shopping finished.”

  “Yeah, I want to go. What time are you leaving?”

  I had to calculate the time in my head. It was now 9 am and it took twenty-five minutes for my medicine, ten minutes to eat and forty-five more to shower and actually get ready. “Let’s say no later than 10:30.”

  He smiled, “I can be ready to go to the moon in 5 minutes.” That’s what his dad always said to me when I told him I wanted to leave at a certain time. I was usually the hold up.

  I grabbed a bowl for my cereal. After eating, I worked on my morning regimen. By 10:20 I stood by the front door with my coat on when Austin came walking through. “Ready?” I asked. He nodded and took the keys from me. “I can drive you know.” He just smiled.

  “I know you can, but I like driving you around.” We went outside and climbed in to my 2013 Subaru Outback. I loved my car. It had everything I could possibly want, heated leather seats, a sunroof, and a great stereo system. That was plenty enough for me. Austin didn’t know it yet, but I was going to use some of the life insurance money to buy him a jeep. He needed his own vehicle before heading off to college. His grades were great, so I’m hoping he gets a scholarship.

  “Are you still seeing Kaitlyn?” I asked as he drove us to the mall.

  “No.”

  Looking at him, “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t want to get serious with a girl. I want to go to college but...” I waited but he didn’t finish.

  “But…what?”

  Letting out a deep sigh, he explained, “I don’t want to get serious with a girl because I want to go to college somewhere. But when I think about college, I don’t want to go and leave you all alone.” He said it, and felt terrible for telling his mom that.

  “Austin, you listen to me. You are going to college. I am thirty-five years old and I can take care of myself. You have your whole life ahead of you and you are not going to waste it sitting at home with me. I’ve lived a lot in my thirty-five years and who knows what else is in store for me. So quit worrying about going to college because you are going. The only decision you have to make is which one. Got it?” I said in my stern mother voice.

  He just stared at me for a moment and then a blinding smile split his face. “Got it.” He said and I could see the weight that lifted from his shoulders.

  Arriving at the mall, we split up. I wanted to buy him a few items, and he wanted to look at video games. After about four hours, I had to find a seat a rest for a while. I loathe the fact that I got so tired and short of breath if I tried to do too much. Sometimes I found myself so angry, angry that I was born with this stupid disease, angry that Graysen died, and angry that Austin felt like he had to take care of me because of my fatigue when I was supposed to take care of him. I sat there for about thirty minutes just resting and people watching. The rest did me good and soon I was back shopping again.

  That evening, with our arms loaded down, we headed for the car so we could go home. I really enjoyed today and I think Austin did as well. That night I went to bed at 9:30 and fell fast asleep.

  Two days later while Austin was at school, I went down to the dealership. When we passed by one day, I saw him eyeing a used Jeep that was sitting on the lot. I planned to check it out along with a few others today.

  Six hours and three dealerships later, I found the one I wanted to buy for him. It was a red 2008 Jeep Wrangler X with a ragtop. It cost a little more than I planned on spe
nding, $16000, but it only had 65,000 miles on it. All the others were a little cheaper but they had over 100,000 miles. After paying for the Jeep, I arranged to have it delivered Christmas Eve. Of course, that cost a little more as well but it was Christmas and he needed a vehicle.

  *****

  Christmas Eve had finally arrived, and I couldn’t remember being this excited. Austin’s Jeep would be here soon and I couldn’t wait to see his face. We were going back to mom and dad’s today for Christmas, just as we do every year, so I was once again baking in the kitchen.

  Hearing the doorbell ring, Austin came down the hall but I quickly told him I would get it. Answering the door, only to find an older gentleman standing there, I signed the paperwork and took the keys. I knew Austin was standing behind me, but I refused to open the door all the way, effectively blocking his view.

  “Who was that?” He asked as I shut the door.

  “Nobody, wrong house.” I said as I turned toward him.

  Grinning, he said, “You’re lying. Who was that?” He tried to see what I had in my hands. I giggled and he startled. He hadn’t heard me laugh much in the past two years, at least not like this. “What do you have in your hands?” He playfully tried to pry my hands open. I knew he wasn’t putting much effort in to it because he was a good size man, and could easily have done it.

  “I got you a Christmas present.” I thought of many different ways to give him his gift, but instead I just held out the keys and let them dangle in front of his face. His excitement warmed my heart.

  “OH MY GOD! Is that what I think it is?” I moved out of the way, as he raced out the door to the driveway. “Oh My God! Is this mine?” He asked while circling the Jeep. Climbing in to the driver’s seat, he started the engine. It purred like a new kitten. Turning the engine back off, he came over to me and picked me up. “Thank you mom! Thank you!” He held me in a tight embrace and I savored every moment of it.

  “You’re welcome. I take it that you like the jeep?” I asked laughing and already knowing the answer.