Wonderful my ass! Bitch did this on purpose!

After Éclair had left, I started casually getting dressed to get ready for work when I came across my cell phone with twenty-seven missed calls from my older brother. Twenty-seven! I completely forgot that today was the grand opening of our gym and that I am supposed to be there in twenty fucking minutes!

As I am throwing on my clothes, I call my brother back and place the phone on the counter on speaker. “You son of a bitch!” I hear him scream as soon as he picks up, “Fucking moron! Where the fuck are you, you dick?” Well, he certainly is pissed.

“I’m in the car,” I lie, “Ten minutes away, I swear.”

“Fuck you!” he shouts, “You’re a fucking liar, James!”

“Easy, Eddie.” I say, “I swear; I’m on my way.”

“You better be, or I swear I will rip your fucking ears off!” that was a weird threat, but I run with it.

“I know, I know –I’m running late. I was with Éclair.” I say, and that only makes him angrier. I forgot how much he hated her.

“Fuck that bitch!” Eddie shouts, “The press are getting antsy. Get your ass down here now!”

“Hold them off for just a few more minutes. I am heading out the door right now-” shit, what did I just say?

“I thought you were ten minutes away, you asshole!” He screams.

“No, but that’s what you need to tell everyone.” I say, “Got to go; I’ll be there soon.” I hang up before I get another earful of cusses thrown my way. I take the elevator down and rush to my car before zipping out into the street.

Eddie is probably about ready to kill me. There is not much I can do to make the drive any faster with the LA traffic. I can’t believe this happened. I swear Éclair must have done this on purpose. She knew all about this little PR stunt we’re doing with the new gym to promote our new line of supplements. She has never stayed over before, and she certainly has never made me any food after our… endeavors. She was just screwing with me to make me late.

Éclair and I have an unusual relationship. She is definitely a hit it and quit it type woman. Our relationship is purely sexual –not that we don’t enjoy an intellectual conversation from time to time. Honestly, we are probably made for each other, but we’re both way too stubborn. We use each other for sex for tension relief. Our jobs are pretty hectic –hers more so than mine, so casual sex with no strings attached is just what we need to unwind. We have a lot of fun together, but we’re both too big of assholes to ever make a real relationship work between us. We both have dominant personalities, as is proven by her constant insistence that I sell my company to her. Not going to happen.

I drive by a large billboard that I have seen a thousand times before. It always makes my junk bounce a bit from excitement. It’s a billboard for one of Éclair’s supplements; the model is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. I’m sure it’s mostly photoshopped, but I don’t really care. The woman has blonde hair, perky breasts, tan skin, is well toned, and is basically the ideal female specimen. There is not anything in any porn mag I’ve ever looked at that could even compare to this random model on a billboard for an energy supplement. Maybe we should start using models that look like that?

I shake the random distraction away. Ten minutes have already passed. Eddie is going to be fuming by the time I get there. How could I forget about this? I mean, seriously? Eddie and I do not exactly get along. I was the little brother, and our dad had left me pretty much everything – the company included. Eddie had been totally blindsided, and truthfully it had come as a shock to me as well. Turned out, Eddie was not biologically our father’s son. We had no idea. Dad had always treated Eddie well; if anything, I had always thought Eddie was his favorite. He left Eddie his summer home and a small fortune, but that was it apart from a rather cruel letter telling him he was the result of our mother’s infidelity and that he was only somewhat sorry for not telling him sooner. Eddie’s inheritance would be considered a lot to most people, but our old man had been positively loaded. I inherited a multi-billion dollar supplements corporation, two houses that I never use, multiple classic cars, his stupid ass horses, his yacht, a crummy baseball team I did not even know existed, any sort of family heirlooms, and a hell of a lot more. After Dad had died and Eddie had been blindsided by him, he had started heading down a dark road. I hired Eddie as my assistant PR guy as well as a head factory worker, but that was the most of my charity he would take.

Now Eddie takes his job very seriously –a lot more serious than I do, I’ll admit. He is probably fuming right now. I speed along the road as quickly as the traffic allows, hoping that I’m not going to be too terribly late –knowing good and well that that is probably a false hope.