Million Dollar Baby (complete)

Incapacitated

JPOV

I couldn't help but smile smugly the whole drive into work. Knowing that Isabella would be waiting for me at home when I returned was definitely going to make the day a bit more bearable. Or unbearable, considering I'd probably be thinking about all the naughty things I want to do to my million dollar baby girl, and have her do to me all day. Even that millisecond of a thought forced me to rearrange the uncomfortable hard on that seemed to have decided to take up residence in my pants.

But, I'm a man of business, and business comes before pleasure. So, the second Riley opened my door and I stepped onto the pavement that led to the revolving glass door of my second home, Scarlet Lotus, my smile was gone. Stone-faced Anderson had entered the building.

I was pretty much known as a hard-ass around the office. Employees, who had been there since my father's day, were shocked to see his rambunctious son morph into a cutthroat businessman. But, the business world is a cold, cruel bitch and to stay ahead, you have to keep your guard up or be prepared to have your balls handed to you at the first sign of weakness.

"Anderson," the only man I trusted around this place, Joseph, greeted me as I stepped through the door.

Joseph Wilson is my right hand man, my personal assistant and probably the closest thing that I have to a friend since Jason fucked me over. He and his wife, Alice, pretty much take care of every aspect of my life. Joseph has my back at the office, and Alice takes care of my personal business. Basically, she runs my home, is my personal shopper and makes sure I look good in the eyes of society. She's really very good at what she does, as is Joseph. Those two work together like a well-oiled piece of machinery.

I'd like to think I had something to do with their coming together. After all, tending to my shit on a daily basis meant their paths had to cross pretty often. They complimented each other so well. Joseph was a laid back, cool motherfucker...tall, southern and never without his favorite cowboy boots. Alice was just a hyperactive little shit that bounced all over the place...short, highly social and apparently never wears the same outfit twice. Not that I've ever really noticed, but I'm pretty sure I caught that little snippet of information during one of her rants that I usually try to tune out. Alice being the Ying to Joseph's Yang, it was inevitable that they would end up together.

"Wilson," I greeted him with a smirk as we walked side by side to my personal elevator. That's right, I have a personal elevator. I can't stand to be stuck in a tin box with twenty other people crowding in on me, each one having bathed in different colognes or not bathing at all, which meant they reeked of body odor.

Joseph stuck the key into the lock and opened the doors so that I could step through ahead of him. I sat my briefcase down and sat on the red velvet couch that stretched along the interior wall. The ceiling and each wall was mirrored, just because the illusion seemed to make the small space look bigger...and bigger is most always better.

"So, how did it go?" he asked as he pushed the button for the 40th floor and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

I'd been single for quite some time, and Alice had been relentlessly trying to set me up on dates with women she considered to be a good match for me. To stave off her attempts, I finally broke down and told her that I'd been secretly seeing someone that I met on one of my trips to Los Angeles. She bought it, and stopped trying to play matchmaker, but then she started hounding me about wanting to meet the mystery woman. Now usually, I can give someone "the look" and they knew to back off, but not Alice. She wasn't the least bit intimidated by me. So, I told her that I was going to ask my mystery lady to move in with me last night...you know, just in case I actually found something I liked and followed through on making a purchase last night, which I did.