The CEO's Playboy Son

d to cool it down with a couple of aspirins and some water. The blonde had left, thankfully, but not before inscribing a hideously rude note

de. Groaning, I ripped the towel away from my chiselled abs and tossed it on the floor. I rubbed some lotion on my ha

d – I knew he was smirking just fro

ed. “This little bitch I brought hom

laughing. I na

“Meet me at the sp

t easy, man. How the hell do you

obless as me,” I said in exasperation.

was the last sound I h

e middle of the day. I’d never been there after dark. I wondered if it turned into a different kind of place. In the daylight, Moe’s was pretty sleazy. It was your typi

couldn’t shake a nagging sense of dread. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the blonde, either. Sure, she’d really pissed me of

Even though I didn’t love hangovers, they normally didn’t make me this grouchy. It was like I had literally woken up on t

an I’d wronged would think to look for me there – trust me, i had wronged a whole lot of them. Furthermore, it was frequented vario

round a sweating glass of beer. I grinned when I saw him,

es under his puffy eyes – a clear sign of

I ordered a beer. “What a fucking morning,” I said. “A

men,” he mumbled

n me. Annoyed, I whistled and

alled. “I’m here,

one of the usual girls – she must have b

ver and rolling her eyes. She was a brunette, deep blue eyes, an

s,” I said with a cocky sm

you the first time,” she said. “I’m in th

lk to my buddy like that,” he told her, his voice menacing and low. “We’re r

ou really think you

m, he swatted her ass. The girl cried out and jumped

rk. “You do as you’re told. Now, get my

on me. “You’ll pay for that, trust me,” she said,

ke it a light one, okay? I’m already

ross the floor and grabbed the phone, she turned the phone around so we could

N

e-one-one? There’s a couple of men physically harassing me

n’t do that,” he muttered under his breat

ld reply. Closing my eyes, I leaned ove

of the sirens was painful