dark eyes, he was very fit and dressed exclusively in designer suits.
“Sorry, this asshole was still working, I had to practically drag him the fuck out,” David stated as he shook Gary’s hand.
Phillip grinned as he patted me on the back. “When are you going to learn to relax, Chain? They say if you work too much, your dick shrinks.”
“I didn’t hear your sister complaining when I was banging her the other night!” I retorted to Phillip.
“What the fuck ever, Chain,” he snapped.
Okay, the sister joke was very high schoolish, but you had to know Phillip. He was a boy stuck in a man’s body, with absolutely no desire to better himself or grow up. He brought the child out of you with his ridiculous comments. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was the heir to a multi-million-dollar manufacturing company his father had built from the ground up. He claimed that he worked, but every time I called him he was either playing golf or getting a massage.
“Yeah, Phillip, some of us have careers, we have to work, unlike you,” Martin chimed in.
“Coming from a man who is supported by his wife,” Phillip countered.
Martin was a salesman who worked off of commission for a medical supply company. His wife was a hot-shot attorney for the prosecutor’s office, so her salary was quite a bit more substantial than his and Phillip often harassed him about it.
Martin lunged towards Phillip and I rested my hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Relax, Martin, he’s only fucking with your head,” I said, grinning. Martin shook it off and turned his attention to Gary.
“So, Gary, how’s Helen doing?” Martin asked him.
“She’s good, a little cranky from her hormones, but good,” Gary responded with a big smile.
“Is she getting big?” David asked Gary.
“She is beginning to show a little bit. We had an ultrasound done and it was fucking amazing, seeing that little baby on the screen, knowing that we created it. Damn, it was the best thing ever; I sure can’t wait till the baby comes. Shit, I’m going to have a kid, I can’t believe it,” Gary yelled with excitement.
“I sure hope the baby looks like Helen, I don’t want to stare at your ugly mug in mini form!” Martin exclaimed jokingly. Gary pushed him playfully.
Phillip hit my stomach with his hand before saying, “Holy shit, who is that?” His eyes were glancing towards the dance floor, so I turned to see what had sparked his attention. I was literally floored.
Dressed in a silver strapless dress that barely covered her behind, with matching stilettos, was Violet.
“That’s Violet,” David said aloud. I stood and watched her as she danced, her hips slowly swaying from side to side as she kept rhythm with the music. As she dipped low, two men surrounded her and I recognized them as Vince and Victor Townsend. They were quite well known in the clubs as ladies’ men. Their reputation surpassed mine because they were twins, so they often shared one woman. Rumor had it that they tended to be on the rough side, but the women loved it.
Violet threw her hands up and I could tell by the expression on her face and her angry hand gestures that she was arguing with them.
“Do you think we should help her?” I asked David as I pointed to the men. I was concerned about her safety. If these two were bothering her, I was definitely going to have a word or two with them.
“Nah. They’re her brothers,” David responded.
“Victor and Vincent Townsend are Violet’s brothers?” I asked him, shocked by his comment. The two most known womanizers in all of Philly had a sweet, innocent sister like Violet? How was that fucking possible? Well maybe there was a slight resemblance. Violet was kind of perverse, in a good way, when it came to the bedroom.
“Yeah and they are pretty protective from what Callie says,” David continued.
Very hypocritical if I must say, protecting their sister against predatory men, yet not afraid to prey on and violate
“Sorry, this asshole was still working, I had to practically drag him the fuck out,” David stated as he shook Gary’s hand.
Phillip grinned as he patted me on the back. “When are you going to learn to relax, Chain? They say if you work too much, your dick shrinks.”
“I didn’t hear your sister complaining when I was banging her the other night!” I retorted to Phillip.
“What the fuck ever, Chain,” he snapped.
Okay, the sister joke was very high schoolish, but you had to know Phillip. He was a boy stuck in a man’s body, with absolutely no desire to better himself or grow up. He brought the child out of you with his ridiculous comments. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was the heir to a multi-million-dollar manufacturing company his father had built from the ground up. He claimed that he worked, but every time I called him he was either playing golf or getting a massage.
“Yeah, Phillip, some of us have careers, we have to work, unlike you,” Martin chimed in.
“Coming from a man who is supported by his wife,” Phillip countered.
Martin was a salesman who worked off of commission for a medical supply company. His wife was a hot-shot attorney for the prosecutor’s office, so her salary was quite a bit more substantial than his and Phillip often harassed him about it.
Martin lunged towards Phillip and I rested my hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Relax, Martin, he’s only fucking with your head,” I said, grinning. Martin shook it off and turned his attention to Gary.
“So, Gary, how’s Helen doing?” Martin asked him.
“She’s good, a little cranky from her hormones, but good,” Gary responded with a big smile.
“Is she getting big?” David asked Gary.
“She is beginning to show a little bit. We had an ultrasound done and it was fucking amazing, seeing that little baby on the screen, knowing that we created it. Damn, it was the best thing ever; I sure can’t wait till the baby comes. Shit, I’m going to have a kid, I can’t believe it,” Gary yelled with excitement.
“I sure hope the baby looks like Helen, I don’t want to stare at your ugly mug in mini form!” Martin exclaimed jokingly. Gary pushed him playfully.
Phillip hit my stomach with his hand before saying, “Holy shit, who is that?” His eyes were glancing towards the dance floor, so I turned to see what had sparked his attention. I was literally floored.
Dressed in a silver strapless dress that barely covered her behind, with matching stilettos, was Violet.
“That’s Violet,” David said aloud. I stood and watched her as she danced, her hips slowly swaying from side to side as she kept rhythm with the music. As she dipped low, two men surrounded her and I recognized them as Vince and Victor Townsend. They were quite well known in the clubs as ladies’ men. Their reputation surpassed mine because they were twins, so they often shared one woman. Rumor had it that they tended to be on the rough side, but the women loved it.
Violet threw her hands up and I could tell by the expression on her face and her angry hand gestures that she was arguing with them.
“Do you think we should help her?” I asked David as I pointed to the men. I was concerned about her safety. If these two were bothering her, I was definitely going to have a word or two with them.
“Nah. They’re her brothers,” David responded.
“Victor and Vincent Townsend are Violet’s brothers?” I asked him, shocked by his comment. The two most known womanizers in all of Philly had a sweet, innocent sister like Violet? How was that fucking possible? Well maybe there was a slight resemblance. Violet was kind of perverse, in a good way, when it came to the bedroom.
“Yeah and they are pretty protective from what Callie says,” David continued.
Very hypocritical if I must say, protecting their sister against predatory men, yet not afraid to prey on and violate
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