I am lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling of a nice home in Beverly Hills. I am in Éclair’s bedroom, staring up at the silver colored ceiling. Everything in her home is basically silver and pink in keeping with her company’s logo. Éclair is under the sheets, her mouth wrapped around my cock. She does not normally hand out blow jobs to me, but she is particularly feisty today. I’m not that into it, and I think she is starting to notice.

My suspicion is confirmed when she suddenly unlatches from me and comes out from under the blankets. She looks really annoyed, “All right, what’s going on with you?” she hisses. I’m momentarily distracted by her breasts; they’re so damn perfect. Her stomach is nice and toned. She crosses her arms. “Well?” she asks.

“I’m sorry,” I say and sit up, coming face to face with her as she is seated on her knees between me.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“None of your business,” I say, and she grabs me by me testicles. “Damn it, Éclair, don’t you fucking dare-”

She gives me a slight squeeze. “James-” she says my name firmly.

“All right! Geeze, let go, you stupid skank!” I shout, and she lets go. Fuck this woman. “I got into it with Eddie yesterday.”

She touches me under my right eye, and I flinch slightly as she pokes my bruise, “Does that have anything to do with it?”

“Yeah.” I slap her hand away.

“So when you say you two got into it, you really mean that you got into it, huh?” she questions, and I just grumbled under my breath. “What was it about this time?” she asks.

“It’s your fault,” I say, and she laughs.

“Oh, I’m confident of that.” She says, “He does not like our… complicated friendship.”

“No, I mean, it’s really your fault. You made me late for the opening of that gym.” I say.

“Did I?” she asks in a blatantly sarcastic tone that tells me that, yes, she had done it intentionally. She shakes her head, “That does not warrant a punch in the face. Especially not from Eddie. He is a lot more even tempered than you. So, tell me, what did you do, James?”

I exhale loudly and lean back onto some pink, fluffy pillows. “There was this reporter there that was nagging at me. She writes for some blog. We went back to my new on-scene office, and we slept together-” I pause. Is it okay for me to have this conversation with Éclair? Our relationship has never been romantic. We have always just been friends with benefits, but it’s sort of strange talking about this sort of thing with a woman I bed with on a regular basis.

“Would you relax?” she notices my discomfort, “I’m a big girl, James; I can handle you talking about your little flings.”

Well, I suppose it is okay then. I continue, “We were… in the act… then Eddie walked in on us. Turns out the woman was Eddie’s new girlfriend he has been trying to introduce me to.”

“Damn.” She laughs. “Way to go, James. You are the horniest bastard I’ve ever met. We had just slept together the night before your gym opened. Now you’re back in here with me after that? What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s not funny, Éclair,” I say.

“So what happened next?” Éclair asks, “Did he just start whaling on you after catching you both?”

“Ugh… it escalated really quickly.” I say, “He dumped her, so she got mad and told him I was… more impressive.”

Éclair starts laughing. She really hates Eddie. “That’s golden.”

“Why am I even talking to you about this?” I snap, “If you’re going to be like that-”

“No, no. You’re right. I’m sorry.” She says and places a hand on my shoulder. She slumps down on top of some fluffy pillows next to me and tells me to continue.

I tell her the whole story. I tell her how I ran after Eddie, how he punched me in the face when I wouldn’t leave him alone, me still being an idiot and not leaving him alone –resulting in him head butting me in the nose, and then me beating the shit out of him in the hallway. Then I get serious, talking about mine and Eddie’s conversation about our old man that had followed. She listens to the entire tale with a serious look on her face. When I am finished talking, she is just staring blankly at me. “Well?” I ask after we spend a considerable amount of time in absolute silence, “What should I do?”

“Seems to me like you need to make some sort of grand gesture.” Éclair says, “He’s insecure because of what happened after your dad died. He is obviously having some sort of identity crisis. I mean, how couldn’t he? He suddenly finds out he is the result of infidelity, that the man he thought was his father didn’t really give a shit about him, and that he has this whole other family out there who are nothing but a bunch of money-hungry losers who are trying to suck him dry like damn leeches. And here you are, the only family member who ever treats him half decently, and you slept with his girl. You’re his younger brother, and you practically own him. He’s insecure, and he has a serious inferiority complex all because your father decided to give Eddie a big middle finger from beyond the grave. Do something to show him you don’t think little of him. To show him that he’s worth something to you. That you respect him as your older sibling.”

Well, that was certainly a mouth full. “I guess so.” Is the only response I am able to come up with? A grand gesture? What should I do? I think she is right, though. Eddie has had a real hard time in the past couple of years. His obnoxious little brother swiped pretty much the entire inheritance. Honestly, I’m kind of pissed at my dad for treating Eddie that way. Neither of us had any idea that shit was coming. Dad had always given Eddie a harder time, but I had just always assumed it was because Eddie was the older brother –that Eddie was not the goofy screw-up, so he expected more from Eddie than he did me. Turns out, Dad just didn’t know how to handle the fact that Eddie wasn’t his kid. He couldn’t treat us the same because we weren’t. I was his son, not Eddie. Eddie was probably a constant reminder that his wife had slept around. But he had raised him nonetheless. I can’t imagine what Eddie is going through right now.

“Well, since we are clearly not going to be having sex tonight, how about we talk business instead?” Éclair says, more than happy to ruin the moment. “I thought I would have my lawyers draw up a contract –just for you to look at, nothing you need to commit to or anything like that-”

“Shut the hell up.” I say, “I’m not selling the company. And I’m done talking about this to you.” I jump up on my knees and grab her by her waist, throwing her down onto her back and slamming into her with a sudden and abrupt force.

“Tu m'excites!” She cries. I’m annoyed as hell at her, and I think it's showing through my violent movements, but she is eating it up. “Damn it, James!” she groans as I shake her bed. I don’t respond; I just go faster and harder. I’m so pissed off at her –making me late for my gym opening intentionally and always trying to convince me to sell my company. I’m not too interested in making this pleasurable for her so much for me this time around. She is still into it nonetheless. Éclair is an amazing woman –too bad she annoys the hell out of me.