Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I shrug.
“Business.”
Brad takes a sip of his ale.
“Yeah, I can tell because there are Dane’s Coffees on every fucking corner of NYC now,” he gripes playfully. “More than Starbucks even.”
I let out a snort.
“Hardly. We only have a few locations in the city, and a new one in Brooklyn. Also Westchester. We’re getting started up there too.”
Brad whistles with admiration.
“Nice. Hot divorcees tend to live in Westchester, so you’ll definitely have a lot of customers there. You know the type: a fading blonde who’s just divorced her billionaire husband, and hasn’t worked a day in her life. He’s set her up with a condo in Westchester, strategically located away from the mistress, where she sits around in tight yoga clothes while watching reality TV. They don’t work, but have plenty of disposable income due to hefty alimony payments.”
I snort with disbelief.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m so serious, bud,” Brad drawls. “Hell, I have half a mind to go up to Westchester myself one weekend to get laid. I mean, the pussy’s stretched out, but it’s still decent.”
“You’re a dirty fuck, you know that?” I grunt while taking a sip of my own beer. “Even worse than college.”
Brad just shrugs.
“You don’t even know the half of it. But what’s up with you, bro? You dating a divorcee? Fuck, we’re forty-five. Divorcees come to us to get fucked.”
I merely close my eyes for a moment. What’s the point of this conversation again? My friend is just too fucking rancid sometimes. But I shake my head and exhale.
“No, I’m seeing someone, but she’s not a divorcee. The opposite, in fact. My woman’s young. Real young.”
Brad looks impressed while swigging his ale.
“How young? Are we talking legal, at least?”
I shake my head with disgust again.
“Legal. But only nineteen.”
He whistles with admiration.
“Shit, my man. Forget the crap I said about divorcees. Clearly, you’re tapping into a different pool.”
I nod.
“Yeah, but there’s a problem. She’s Ed Ventura’s daughter.”
That makes Brad stop in his tracks.
“You’re shitting me. Ed Ventura from school?”
“Yeah, the same. This is his daughter, Jamie Ventura. A little girl that I used to bounce on my knee. Who calls me Uncle Dane sometimes. She came out to NYU for college, and we hooked up.”
Brad lets out another admiring whistle.
“Shee-it. I’m impressed, bud. Nice work.”
I squint at him.
“Yeah, but you see how this could be a problem, right? Ed’s going to be furious. Shit, I would be if it were my daughter. I’d cut off the dude’s balls and feed them to him if I found out.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Brad says, holding one hand up in protest. “Let’s not get too graphic here because I’m very protective of my crown jewels. But how the fuck did this even happen? I mean, did you plan it? Or did you just fall on her in lust and ravage that poor sweet girl?”
The story comes spilling out then. I didn’t realize how good it would feel to get it out there, out of the darkness so it’s not a dirty secret. Brad isn’t the most empathetic listener, but at least he has ears.
“Nice,” he whistles when I reach the end of the sordid tale. “So you’re still pounding her.”
“I am,” I growl. “I left Jamie with a pussy full of come just this morning. And I’ll give her another ass-full later tonight, after she gets back from class.”
He nods.
“Fuck yeah. The young ones can always take it. They’re tentative at first, but once they get into the swing of things, they’re old enough to get fucked hard.”
I nod.
“Yeah, but seriously, do I tell Ed? Or do I break it off?”
“Break it off?” Brad scoffs. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
I stare at him.
“Because I’m forty-five and Jamie’s nineteen, fuck face. Not to mention the fact that she’s my college friend’s daughter.”
Brad pshaws.
“Who the fuck cares?” he grunts. “Just go with it, my man. You’ve only been fucking her for two weeks. It’s not like you’re stealing her heart or something.”
My mouth slams shut because that’s the problem. I’ve been having feelings for the lush young woman, and my pulse races at the knowledge. It’s terrifying because my rendezvous with Jamie wasn’t supposed to be anything but a temporary thing. Sure, I was going to take special precautions because she’s my best friend’s daughter, but something’s gotten fucked up in the mix. Now I’m the one who’s on edge and nervous about what comes next. But not because I want to dump her. In fact, it’s the opposite. I’m afraid that she’ll dump me. That Jamie will see me for what I am – a dirty old dude who’s way too old for her, not to mention inappropriate and completely filthy.
But Brad’s not the right guy to talk about this with because he’s already moved onto something else.
“Yeah, this is why I don’t date young girls,” he says in a light tone. “It’s too much trouble.”