Page 6 of Dirty Reads

TWO

Dick

BEING around Seton made me think of kidnapping his wife. Thoughts of his wife made me daydream of bitches with round asses, and the mental image of that brought me right back to the girl from the bar.

Jess.

Her ass was shaped like a “C”, and I could easily imagine it bent over in front of me while I shoved her full of dick. Right in the middle of trying to scare my $100,000 payment out of Seton, however, wasn’t the best time for me to be losing focus. In a last ditch effort to clear my mind of such thoughts, I pressed the tip of my index finger against the skin immediately underneath my right eye and pulled it down as far as I felt I could.

With my eye bulging, I turned toward Seton. “Look in this motherfucker, would you?”

He shook his head in an apparent attempt to get me to leave him alone. “Dick, I was just…”

“God damn it, I’m fucking serious,” I hissed.

Using my free hand, I lifted my eyelid with the tip of my finger as I continued to pull down on the skin beneath my eye with my other hand. “Take a look in this motherfucker.”

With reluctance, he tilted his head back and peered into my eye. “What am I looking for?”

“Compassion, kindness, hell, I don’t know. Maybe a little sympathy. You see a sympathetic person in there? Or a fleck of kindness?”

He stared into it as if searching for something of significance.

“You see any of that shit in there?” I asked.

He sighed heavily. “I don’t think so.”

“Take a good look, god damn it. I want you to be sure. Even a glimmer?”

“I don’t…”

“God damn it, Seton. Take a good fucking look,” I said through my teeth. “Look deep. I want you to be sure. Even a hint? You see a fucking hint of concern in there?”

He leaned away. “I uhhm. I uhhm, I don’t think so.”

I closed my eye and rubbed my fingertip against the eyelid. As I glared at him with my other eye, I shook my head. “You know why?”

He shrugged.

“Because I don’t give a fuck,” I growled. “I’m an emotionless businessman. And a prick.”

I blinked a few times. “This is a business, and I’m a fucking businessman. If you fail, the system fails. If the system fails, I fail.”

I needed the $100,000 he owed me. I already had it committed, and if he didn’t follow through, people were going to be disappointed with me.

Extremely disappointed.

I motioned around my living room with both hands. “Look around you.”

He glanced around the room nervously.

Decorated with lavish furniture and artwork worth more than he’d earn in a lifetime, the interior of the home reeked of wealth.

“Do I look like a fucking failure?”

He shook his head.

“You know why?”