Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
It was all too much to think about right now. Plus I wouldn’t want to cut into her profits any, so I’d have to serve food only late at night after she was closed and that was a whole other headache to think about and I definitely didn’t have the presence of mind to think about it now.
I got done restocking and putting in my orders in the little office in the back of the bar and opened up. I was just in time because I saw old Cecil making his way up the sidewalk. You could set your clock by Cecil.
Every day at the same time there he was. One good thing about that, if I wasn’t here on time someday he would sound the alarm.
Not that I expected any trouble mind you, my life doesn’t run to trouble. Except for here lately when I’ve taken to bringing home strange men to fuck me. Oh good grief, had I really done that?
4
Travis
What the hell do I think I’m doing? And more importantly, why? I haven’t done anything this reckless since my wild and wary college days. And that had been a while ago. At thirty-three, I tend to be a lot more level-headed these days.
But here I was, back in the house my grandfather had left my dad who’d now left it to me. The house that only two days ago I was sure I was going to sell and get the hell out of the place I was sure I would never visit again.
Moss Creek was my dad’s family home and to hear him tell it when he was alive, he couldn’t wait to get out. He’d done that straight out of high school when he was one of the only peoples in his town that’d graduated with high honors.
Those honors had gotten him a full scholarship to Stanford where he’d excelled once again and was given a free ride at one of the leading brokerage firms in the country.
From there he’d branched off on his own and never looked back to the home he’d left behind.
I’d met my grandfather maybe once or twice in my life, and that’s when dad had brought him out to our home on Long Island, which was a world away from this place.
It was only lately, after dad died from a heart attack at his desk, that I found all the old letters and cards, begging him to let me come visit grandpa, who was alone since his wife had died years ago.
Dad had never mentioned the invitations, never once said how important it was to my grandfather, his father, for me to visit the place that my ancestors had built when they settled the little town in the middle of nowhere.
I’d read the letters after the reading of the will, which had been unnecessary. Everyone knew as his only son I was set to inherit everything. He’d been grooming me to take over since I left college with my masters in business degree.
Overnight I went from being a new millionaire with a few million under my belt to a multi-billionaire. Not even I knew what my old man was really worth. I’d thought close to a billion, which was what the company was worth, but I didn’t know about the stocks and bonds and other investments the old man had made over the years.
He’d once told me that it was from his own dad that he’d learned his work ethic and his respect for the dollar. I think, after coming here and getting to know a bit more about grandpa, that the difference was though grandpa respected the dollar and what it could do, he never loved it like dad.
Maybe that’s why grandpa had lived to be a little older than dad when he died. And me, what about me? Which one of those men am I set to follow? Whose shoes will I walk in?
I thought I knew that very well, even a few days ago. I’d chosen to be somewhere between the two. With the money I have now, I could relax a little more and not make myself crazy trying to make more or take over the world.
I was also not ready for the laid-back life grandpa had endured, or so I thought. Until I stopped in at a little out of the way bar on my way out of the hick town that I’d outgrown by my second day here.
I’d made up my mind that even with the glowing letters from grandpa over the years that I’d read in one day, that the place was just not for me. I guess I was more like dad in that aspect.
I saddled up my hog, which I hardly get to ride these days and had decided that now was as good a time as any. Plus riding cross-country was just the thing I needed to appease my adventurous spirit after burying myself in business since dad’s death.