Two weeks later...
I SIT BACK. I don't like her, I don't like at her at all, and because I'm an self-proclaimed asshole, I'm gonna tell her. It's just a fact.
"No." She starts shaking, silicone tits falling out of her expensive cheap dress. Honestly, she reeks of desperation.
Isabella is a model society wife. She's trying to find a rich husband, and she goes about it the way all society wives do— By spreading her legs of course. And, after a while, you don't wife her, she's on to next.
Depending on the girl, she'll either claim you raped her, find another way to blackmail you, or trap you with a baby.
Eventually I'll probably marry one of these...God what do you call that. Father would say class. I try to look closer at the woman. No, classless whore, that's what I see.
But then, Father really doesn't care. He likes trophies. All relationships to him, are useful.
His wife is a brainless cum dumpster, I'm his son, I'm just something to parade around and hand the keys to. And even Sebastian, his bastard son, he has purpose. To him, he's a backup.
In case anything should happen to me. I become aware that Isabella has almost got me hemmed up. She's unzipping my pants and I did not authorize that. The things these women do for money...
"If you don't get the fuck off me in half of a millisecond, I am going to ruin your father, and possibly sell you."
Slowly, she unhands. me, staying in my space. A millisecond passed thirty seconds ago, and I only gave her half of a millisecond.
This bitch must think I'm joking.
I shove her off me, ending her reign of terror.
Tuning her cries out, I call a guy I know. I offer him a girl, for the high paying ones only. Would you believe she quieted down a bit. Fucking...
"Rich doesn't equal nice. Y'know that right Maxi?"
I grit my teeth. "Don't insult my intelligence, Pherriden. And don't call me Maxi."
I practically hear his snickering over the line. "Yeah, Yeah, I hear you talking, Max. How's 20 grand?"
"I don't need money, I need her gone."
"Done and done. You know my favorite word is free."
"And that is why I call you Ferret."
I put my phone down and look at her. Her makeup is running, which means her face is practically peeling off. By time she's realizes that I'm serious, and she's sold, it'll be too late.
Ten minutes tops, someone'll to drag her out. Honestly, I feel a little bad. I'm glad I never had a sister: this would be her
destiny.
Maybe not sold to a cartel, but sold to husband that can be much worse, then where I placed her.
Sure enough, several minutes later, she was being dragged out sleep. She tried screaming, they just... knocked her out with chloroform.
My assistant/secretary another cake face peeks in. I bet she's pretty under all that shit on her face. "What Kaylie?"
"I was just told the Killian deal went through and was approved."
I smirk. "Thank you Kaylie."
"You're welcome, Sir."
I sit back, envisioning the woman that hadn't left my mind since I met her two weeks ago. So much fire in such a small, curvy package.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts my office door being slammed nearly off the hinges.
"Dumb Big Brother, how are ya!"
Oh God, who let him in?
"Dumb little brother, I'm rich!"
Sebastian looks very pensively for a moment, a little troubled.
"That's not enough, I don't think. Not anymore."
I clench my jaw, not responding. He moves on quickly.
"Anyway, I graced you with my benevolent presence because I wanted to see you."
We glance at each other, not saying anything. He caves first, bursting into laughter and I follow.
Sebastian wouldn't come over here if he didn't want anything. That's preposterous.
"Yeah, you're right, I'm lazy as fuck, so unfortunately I don't get to see your ugly mug too much."
When he quickly sobers I get a little worried. Last time he had this face he was telling me I was a Father.
"I didn't get anybody pregnant. I made sure, because I didn't fuck em. Any of em."
My little brother tries to laugh, but he can't even get it in air. It crashes and burns and soon it came from him.
"It's not that—"
"Then what? There can't be anything wrong with Joshua. That's the one thing in my life you wouldn't know before me. Uh, it's—"
"If you shut the fuck up for a second, I'll tell you, Ms. Question." I glare but remain silent.
"Father called me."
I look at him, trying to find the joke. Nothing. Fuck. This is bad.
"He's gonna try and fuck with me, and I'm going to fuck him up." Shit Shit Shit.
"Now Seba—"
"Sebastian ass. I'm fuck him up and if you get in my way, I'll fuck you up too."
Shit. He's dead serious too.
"You can't kill him. You can't get him killed. You'll be the first they look at, you know that right? Mindless trophy wife, they X her out. I'm the golden child so I have no motive, and there's you, the bastard child, who has every motive to kill him."
Sebastian, my little brother, the only person besides my son that I love, someone I would fight for, die for. The guy looks like he's losing his soul right now.
"What else is there? What's making this more horrible than any other time?"
He runs his hand through his hair, a habit I told him to kick.
He glanced at my walls, which have nothing but expensive wallpaper, and the nondescript but obviously expensive painting, there to serve as a reminder that I am not just about making money and fucking hoes.
Nothing interesting really, but the way he stared at, you'd think he was looking at the answer to life or some shit.
"Stop eye raping my walls and answer me." He snaps his head over to me, angrily staring me down with those intense eyes.
But we have same ones motherfucker so it doesn't work.
"C'mom. Answer me."
"I might marry Dominique."
I repeat her name for confirmation, to which he replied, no shit, to which I got up at smacked his stupid head.
"Are you out of your godsdamn mind?! That bitch will kill you, take your life insurance and move another rich guy in there, c'mon this basic knowledge for us!"
He looks so forlorn, I kinda wanna relent. But he's here because I'm not just his big brother, I'm the only Father he's ever known.
He came here to get my opinion. Usually, he follows my advice. I'm hoping it'll happen again.
Sebastian sighs, plunking down on my couch, kicking his feet up in my chair. With his dirty Jordan's on from outside. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if he has ears.
"Feet. Off. The couch."
He does it glaring at me weakly. I haven't told him what do. That's why he's still here.
"I can do a lot of things for you Bash but...I can't decide who you marry."
Not the answer he wants. "It's just... you have a family—"
"Let me explain something to you Sebastian. I don't have a family. Outside of you and my child I don't have a family. I'm single father who works all. The. Time. Always. My son is five weeks old, and I haven't even been with him for a whole 72 hours at a time."
Shame bites at me. "Three days. I can't even stay with my baby for more than three days before I have to go back to work.
Being a billionaire doesn't mean I can just quit. You know that. I have contracts. Legally binding contracts and longest one is fifty years. I can't have a family cause I can't be at home."
We just sit there, two miserable lumps. My eyes flit to the pictures I have of my baby. I even have one of his ultrasound pictures. I don't where the fuck he is, but I know my little bean was there.
I have pictures of him when I first held him. Just pictures of him. Guilt nags at me.
This isn't fucking acceptable. I get up, get my bag my keys. I can't always be in control. That's why I have employees, that's why I pay them.
Delegate. I can deal with more than slight annoyance that things are happening without my knowledge, if I get to be with my son.
That company could stand there till kingdom come, but my baby won't always be a baby.
Sometimes I forget that.
"I appreciate your help brother," I pat him on the back on my out.
"You were supposed to help me!"
I stop. "Don't marry her. If you can't picture her being with you everyday, and night for rest of your life—"
"Nevermind! Thanks bro." He gives me an awkward type hug. I ruffle his hair. "Hey!"
Yep, he still hates it.
I lock up my office, walking Bash to his car. We're busy men, we don't get to see each other often.
"Alright, text me bro."
"Bitch, I stay in your inbox."
I nod, because that's true.
"Touché."
I say goodbye again, stalling more than anything. I love you's isn't a thing we do. We love each other, there's no need to say all the time.
Bash threatens to run over me with his car if I don't leave him alone and go home.
I take his warning seriously. I'll see him again. He has to corrupt my kid. It's his job as the stupid uncle.
Besides, I'm pretty sure Bash loves Joshua more than he loves me. He'd never leave that kid alone. So I go home to my son.

We're seeing a new side of Max.
Did your opinion of him change?
Do you think he serious about his child?
Are you surprised by the fact he has a child?
What about his brother?

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