Page 5 of Big Daddy to Go

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Kane

The group of ladies standing in the corner are trying to stand at the right angle to appear more attractive. I’ve seen this routine a thousand times. I often entertain clients at Marquee, a lounge my friend owns.

As I sip my drink, I can tell I’m being stared at by the passel of young women. They’re scantily dressed, showing off tiny waists and pushed-up boobs.

“It looks like we have admirers,” my client, Hal Harper, says, nodding over to them.

I take a sip of my drink and look at the wedding ring of my client. Hal is a happily married man, and the silver band gleams on his tanned finger. He’s probably wondering why I’m not married yet, but to tell the truth, there are a million reasons.

I’m the CEO at Infinity Investments, a billion-dollar company that’s made me a wealthy man. I worked from the bottom to get where I am today. Although I try to live the lifestyle I’m supposed to, it’s not what I want from life.

Many of the people at my level are snakes in the grass. They want me to approve deals or hook them up with women when they have wives at home. I don’t support that. I don’t want to be in an episode of “Mad Men.”

While I can snap my fingers and be surrounded by women, I find myself bored with them altogether. All of these girls try to look the same with their contoured make-up, false eyelashes, and trendy clothes. It’s as if they all want to look like Kylie Jenner, and spend hours in front of the mirror to achieve that effect. Sometimes, their faces blur before my eyes because they look so similar now. It’s eerie.

I learned to stop looking for someone I can trust long ago. Now, I just want lust and a physical connection. But while these girls staring at me can get my dick hard, I’d bet not a single one of them will make me want to come back for more.

“How’s your wife?” I ask. “You should have brought her to New York.”

Hal laughs.

“Linda doesn’t like when I talk business. No offense, buddy, but she’d be bored listening to us discuss shop.”

I nod. That’s understandable. Not everyone was born to talk shop, and I see my natural way with business as something to be proud of. One day, I wouldn’t mind having a sassy woman by my side, and if she wants to stay at home instead of working, that would be fine with me. But that’s a long way off as of yet. I certainly haven’t met someone that I’ve even beentemptedto propose to.

As the night goes on, I get my client to close the deal with me. But the more drinks he gets in him, the bolder he gets with the women. I thought Hal was happily married, but alcohol can change a man’s personality. Feeling jovial, he invites two ladies over to our table.

The girls are making small talk with us. One of them casually slides into my lap as she tells a story.

“Oh my God, my friend was at this wedding today… and the groom never showed up. Isn’t that awful? That poor girl. How embarrassing!” she laughs, clutching her chest.

“Clearly, the guy was an idiot.”

“Well, the groom is rich. My friend thinks he figured out the girl was using him for his money, so he high-tailed it out of there,” she explains. “Iwould never use a guy for his money.”

She’s speaking in an overexaggerated tone as she looks at me with meaning in her eyes.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” I murmur. “Excuse me, I’m going to talk to my friend.”

I spot another friend, Mike, the owner of Marquee. In addition to being buddies, we also play softball together in an adult intramural league.

“Hey, Kane,” Mike says, giving me a handshake. “I saw you at your usual table, but you looked like you had your hands full with that blonde,” he laughs.

“Yeah, she made it clear she would never use a guy for money.” I roll my eyes. “You know,never. Let me guess: a piece like her got in free.”

“See, this is when you throw in a ‘I would never use a girl for sex’ line,” Mike laughs. “I’ll send over a bottle for the table.”

“Thanks,” I tell Mike.

I look back toward my table. Hal and one of the blondes are making out. Disgust comes over me. Sometimes I wish I didn’t live in the type of world where everybody uses everybody for something. It gets a man jaded, fast.

Plus, the older I become, the less I believe in love. And that feeling is depressing. Growing up, I never dreamed of becoming a billionaire. I dreamed of starting a family, with a wife, kids, and a dog. Right now, I have the dog, but that’s it.

A few hours later, I wake up to the girl from Marquee in my bed. Her tiny ass is bare, and I rub my eyes sleepily. I slip into my pants and go to the bathroom. When I walk back into my bedroom, the girl is sitting up and beaming at me like she just won the lotto. Shit, I don’t even remember her name.

“Hi,” she waves.

“Hey, listen, I have an early meeting tomorrow… so…” I pause awkwardly. “I can call you a car,” I offer.

“Oh, okay. That’s fine,” she says, getting out of bed. Her nudity is obvious, but she’s not embarrassed at all. I guess this isn’t the first time she’s slipped beneath the sheets with a strange man.

I call my car service as she dresses. I feel her fingers dance across my bare back, so I turn to look at her.

“This was fun. Call me, okay?”

“Sure,” I say before walking her to the door.

She kisses me goodbye before leaving. I get back into bed, knowing I won’t call her. The room is quiet and I stare at the ceiling, willing my mind to go blank. My life is so depressing. I have so many things and have achieved so much, but instead, I just feel empty inside.