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Authors: Elena Brown
Tags: United States, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction, African American, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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I bust my ass in an office for fifty hours a week, when I could put in the same fifty hours anywhere in the world?”
Tony didn’t necessarily subscribe to the same system of working remotely—he liked to be on hand, available for his executives to come to in person when something went astray in the company—but he admired Vince’s success. He got into his car and had Ben take him out to Vince’s house. The last time he had checked, Vince wasn’t out of the country, but the man would hop on a private jet to Barbados at a moment’s notice. He took out his phone once more and, after looking at the response from Ashley, saying that she’d certainly get in touch with him when she could; he opened up his phone directory and found Vince. He called the older businessman. “Hey, Vinnie,” he said the moment the man came onto the line, “I’m heading over—you at home?”
The older man laughed. “Yeah, man, I’m hanging by the pool. See you when you get here.”
Ben took the quickest route; Vince lived right on the ocean, a private strip of beach attached to his house. The traffic—as always in Miami—was terrible, and as Tony watched the scenery crawl past the windows, his mind went back to Ashley once more. He wondered if the only reason he was so intensely interested in her was because she didn’t seem to reciprocate. It was true that he’d never been with a woman who had so constantly—if politely—brushed aside his advances. But he couldn’t think that that was all there was to it. If it was just a matter of wanting what he couldn’t have, he would have gotten over it long before; would he?
He finally arrived at Vince’s house and told Ben he would call him when he needed him. Ben snorted, knowing that it might be a day or even two before his services would be required again; whenever Tony and Vince got together, time seemed to fly past in a haze of alcohol and a riot of late-night lights. On more than one occasion, Vince had managed to convince Tony to take a spur-of-the-moment trip to the Bahamas, or the Dominican Republic. It was only about an hour away by plane; and the clubs in those island nations were something else. There had even been one occasion when Tony had gone to Vince’s house, only to find himself in Rio the next day, unaware of quite how he and Vince had wound up there. He told himself that he wasn’t going to go along with any crazy plans at the last moment; he was going to stay in the country, even if Vince got pissed.
“Yo, how’s it going?” Vince called as Tony came through the house. The older man was sprawled out in a lounge chair, taking in the last of the afternoon sun next to his pool. By his side was a cup of coffee, a tablet, and a cell phone—evidence that while Vince was lounging, he was not loafing.
“It’s going,” Tony said. He sat down in a chair nearby. Vince called out for one of his household staff to bring a bottle of champagne.
“Why so glum, chum?” Vince asked him, sitting up in the lounger. Tony shrugged. The housekeeper brought the champagne he had requested, and Vince poured them each a glass.
“There’s this woman I saw a while back,” Tony said. He took a sip of the champagne. “Great woman. A doctor. She was taking care of Mandy at the hospital, and I asked her on a date. We went out, had a great time, ended the night at my place, and now she won’t go out with me again.”
Vince snorted. “So? Drop her. A working woman’s no good for guys like us, Tony.”
Tony shook his head, rolling his eyes. “She’s great—smart, talented, really passionate about her job.”
Vince raised his glass. “Tony, my boy, you’ve got a great head for business.”
Tony raised his glass and they both drank.
“But when it comes to women you’re an idiot. There are tons of women out there that’d run after you with nothing more than a smile from you. Why should you chase after someone who isn’t interested?”
Tony wanted to argue the point,
Tony didn’t necessarily subscribe to the same system of working remotely—he liked to be on hand, available for his executives to come to in person when something went astray in the company—but he admired Vince’s success. He got into his car and had Ben take him out to Vince’s house. The last time he had checked, Vince wasn’t out of the country, but the man would hop on a private jet to Barbados at a moment’s notice. He took out his phone once more and, after looking at the response from Ashley, saying that she’d certainly get in touch with him when she could; he opened up his phone directory and found Vince. He called the older businessman. “Hey, Vinnie,” he said the moment the man came onto the line, “I’m heading over—you at home?”
The older man laughed. “Yeah, man, I’m hanging by the pool. See you when you get here.”
Ben took the quickest route; Vince lived right on the ocean, a private strip of beach attached to his house. The traffic—as always in Miami—was terrible, and as Tony watched the scenery crawl past the windows, his mind went back to Ashley once more. He wondered if the only reason he was so intensely interested in her was because she didn’t seem to reciprocate. It was true that he’d never been with a woman who had so constantly—if politely—brushed aside his advances. But he couldn’t think that that was all there was to it. If it was just a matter of wanting what he couldn’t have, he would have gotten over it long before; would he?
He finally arrived at Vince’s house and told Ben he would call him when he needed him. Ben snorted, knowing that it might be a day or even two before his services would be required again; whenever Tony and Vince got together, time seemed to fly past in a haze of alcohol and a riot of late-night lights. On more than one occasion, Vince had managed to convince Tony to take a spur-of-the-moment trip to the Bahamas, or the Dominican Republic. It was only about an hour away by plane; and the clubs in those island nations were something else. There had even been one occasion when Tony had gone to Vince’s house, only to find himself in Rio the next day, unaware of quite how he and Vince had wound up there. He told himself that he wasn’t going to go along with any crazy plans at the last moment; he was going to stay in the country, even if Vince got pissed.
“Yo, how’s it going?” Vince called as Tony came through the house. The older man was sprawled out in a lounge chair, taking in the last of the afternoon sun next to his pool. By his side was a cup of coffee, a tablet, and a cell phone—evidence that while Vince was lounging, he was not loafing.
“It’s going,” Tony said. He sat down in a chair nearby. Vince called out for one of his household staff to bring a bottle of champagne.
“Why so glum, chum?” Vince asked him, sitting up in the lounger. Tony shrugged. The housekeeper brought the champagne he had requested, and Vince poured them each a glass.
“There’s this woman I saw a while back,” Tony said. He took a sip of the champagne. “Great woman. A doctor. She was taking care of Mandy at the hospital, and I asked her on a date. We went out, had a great time, ended the night at my place, and now she won’t go out with me again.”
Vince snorted. “So? Drop her. A working woman’s no good for guys like us, Tony.”
Tony shook his head, rolling his eyes. “She’s great—smart, talented, really passionate about her job.”
Vince raised his glass. “Tony, my boy, you’ve got a great head for business.”
Tony raised his glass and they both drank.
“But when it comes to women you’re an idiot. There are tons of women out there that’d run after you with nothing more than a smile from you. Why should you chase after someone who isn’t interested?”
Tony wanted to argue the point,
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