sure I like you right now.”
“You love me very much. And we both know that the party we’re having will be very much fun indeed.” She flew away before what she’d said sank in.
“What party?” She didn’t answer him, and he shouted again. “What party? I didn’t agree to any party.”
He was so fucked.
Chapter 5
Woodrow moved toward his office with one thought in mind. A nap. He was exhausted and a little sore. Connie, the woman he’d fucked all night, had done things to him that he thought were outlawed in all fifty states. But mother fuck, it had been fun. And now, now he was paying for his night of debauchery. He went into his office, locked his door, and sat down. He was nearly asleep when his phone rang. It was his secretary, Jane something or other.
“You have five minutes until the meeting with the other partners starts, there are fifty-three messages from your wife, and Mr. Dillard wants to know if you can meet with him now.” He wished he’d let the stupid thing ring when she added a few more things to her list. “Your wife said she will be coming down here at noon if you do not return her calls.”
“Call her back and explain to her that I’ve been working here all night so she can afford that little pool guy she’s fucking.” He heard her shock through the phone. “Never mind. Get her on the line for me. Tell Leonard I’m having domestic problems again, and have the meeting delayed for twenty minutes if you can.”
As soon as the phone rang, he snatched it up and caught her in mid cursing. “…if he thinks I’m going to sit around on my ass and wait for him to get his ass home, then he’s fucking nuts. And I’m not going to let him fuck me again. There is no telling what sort of diseases he fucking has now. There is nothing he won’t fuck.”
“Are you sure you don’t have me confused with yourself?” She sputtered and he continued, smiling. “You call here again and piss my secretary off, and I will throw your whoring ass out so fast that you won’t have time to tell lover boy what the fuck happened to you.”
“You were out with that woman again, weren’t you? What the hell do you think you’re going to do when one of them gives you something to make your dick fall off? You’re not running to me, that’s for fucking sure.” He laughed and she told him to fuck off.
“I did. Quite a few times, as a matter of fact. Maybe next time I see her, I’ll take you along so you can see if you can get a few pointers. That kid you’re fucking, he might need something to keep it up when you tell him you’re old enough to be his mother.”
“I most certainly am not.” She started to string together some words that he was sure she was making up.
“I’m sick of your shit. When I get home, we’re going to have a little talk. I’m sick to death of your nagging whining.” Someone knocked at his door, then opened it. He waved Leonard in. “And I swear to Christ, Loretta, if you try any shit on me, I’m going to ruin you.”
He hung up and leaned back in his chair. Leonard laughed as he, too, sat down. It wasn’t even nine-thirty and he wanted to call it a day. Leonard put a file on his desk. Woodrow noticed that his nose was covered in a fine white dust. When Woodrow wiped his nose, Leonard did as well. The man was the biggest coke-head he’d ever met.
“The nurse that Nolan had help us out on our problem has disappeared. I mean, like her family is worried about her kind of disappeared.” Woodrow picked up the file and looked it over. It was on Abbie, and there was a copy of her medical record there. “Abigale isn’t there either. No one is saying shit about her, and we can’t even find anything in their billing. It’s like she was never there.”
“You mean she’s just left the hospital?” Leonard shrugged. “That can’t be right. Look at this. It says she has a broken arm, a concussion, as well as numerous deep puncture wounds that they have no idea
“You love me very much. And we both know that the party we’re having will be very much fun indeed.” She flew away before what she’d said sank in.
“What party?” She didn’t answer him, and he shouted again. “What party? I didn’t agree to any party.”
He was so fucked.
Chapter 5
Woodrow moved toward his office with one thought in mind. A nap. He was exhausted and a little sore. Connie, the woman he’d fucked all night, had done things to him that he thought were outlawed in all fifty states. But mother fuck, it had been fun. And now, now he was paying for his night of debauchery. He went into his office, locked his door, and sat down. He was nearly asleep when his phone rang. It was his secretary, Jane something or other.
“You have five minutes until the meeting with the other partners starts, there are fifty-three messages from your wife, and Mr. Dillard wants to know if you can meet with him now.” He wished he’d let the stupid thing ring when she added a few more things to her list. “Your wife said she will be coming down here at noon if you do not return her calls.”
“Call her back and explain to her that I’ve been working here all night so she can afford that little pool guy she’s fucking.” He heard her shock through the phone. “Never mind. Get her on the line for me. Tell Leonard I’m having domestic problems again, and have the meeting delayed for twenty minutes if you can.”
As soon as the phone rang, he snatched it up and caught her in mid cursing. “…if he thinks I’m going to sit around on my ass and wait for him to get his ass home, then he’s fucking nuts. And I’m not going to let him fuck me again. There is no telling what sort of diseases he fucking has now. There is nothing he won’t fuck.”
“Are you sure you don’t have me confused with yourself?” She sputtered and he continued, smiling. “You call here again and piss my secretary off, and I will throw your whoring ass out so fast that you won’t have time to tell lover boy what the fuck happened to you.”
“You were out with that woman again, weren’t you? What the hell do you think you’re going to do when one of them gives you something to make your dick fall off? You’re not running to me, that’s for fucking sure.” He laughed and she told him to fuck off.
“I did. Quite a few times, as a matter of fact. Maybe next time I see her, I’ll take you along so you can see if you can get a few pointers. That kid you’re fucking, he might need something to keep it up when you tell him you’re old enough to be his mother.”
“I most certainly am not.” She started to string together some words that he was sure she was making up.
“I’m sick of your shit. When I get home, we’re going to have a little talk. I’m sick to death of your nagging whining.” Someone knocked at his door, then opened it. He waved Leonard in. “And I swear to Christ, Loretta, if you try any shit on me, I’m going to ruin you.”
He hung up and leaned back in his chair. Leonard laughed as he, too, sat down. It wasn’t even nine-thirty and he wanted to call it a day. Leonard put a file on his desk. Woodrow noticed that his nose was covered in a fine white dust. When Woodrow wiped his nose, Leonard did as well. The man was the biggest coke-head he’d ever met.
“The nurse that Nolan had help us out on our problem has disappeared. I mean, like her family is worried about her kind of disappeared.” Woodrow picked up the file and looked it over. It was on Abbie, and there was a copy of her medical record there. “Abigale isn’t there either. No one is saying shit about her, and we can’t even find anything in their billing. It’s like she was never there.”
“You mean she’s just left the hospital?” Leonard shrugged. “That can’t be right. Look at this. It says she has a broken arm, a concussion, as well as numerous deep puncture wounds that they have no idea
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