Sticks and Stones - A Stalker Romance

Chapter 2 Larson

Ugh, I roll over in bed and realize I'm not alone. I see a strange women laying in her stomach and the night before rushes back into my mind. Going out with Harrison and Garrett my business partners and best friends to the bar and getting hammered. Seeing this women at the bar, picking her up and bringing her back to my hotel room. Amy, no wait Ashley? I don't know know and I don't care to ask. Nudging her shoulder she mumbles something.

"Hey get up, you gotta go." I say.

"What? What are talking about?" She mumbles sheepishly.

"You gotta go, I have to get ready for work and you need to leave."

"Oh.. well, when can I see you again?" She ask as she gets up to pull her clothes from last night back on.

"You're not. Listen you're a nice fuck and hot as shit but I don't do repeats." I say without shame.

"You're such an asshole Larson. Anyone ever tell you that?" She sneers grabbing her purse and walking towards the door.

"Yep, everyday." I laugh as she leaves.

Fuck. My head is killing me. I lay back in the hotel bed and grab my phone seeing I have two missed calls from Garrett and a text asking where I went. Shit. I must have ditched them at the bar. Dialing his number I put the phone on speaker. After a few rings he picks up.

"Hey asshole! What the hell happened to you?" He laughs " I thought you were like dead or something" laughing harder.

"That girl I was talking to at the bar happened" I say laughing with him.

"Wow bet it was some night, Ambers got a throat from heaven" he says.

"Amber." I say dryly with a laugh. "I though it was something like that, but I was thinking more of Ashley or Amy." Making me laugh harder.

"Shit man you sound like hell, how much did you drink last night?" Garrett asks.

"Probably too much. Listen I've got to go though. I got a meeting this afternoon with the contractors for SLIM" I say.

SLIM is the club me, Garrett and Harrison all invested in a few months back.

"Okay bro let me know how it goes will ya?"

"Got it Gar" disconnecting the phone call.

Rolling out of bed I got the bathroom and hop in the shower. Coming out I brush my teeth and dark black hair. Styling it with a blow drying and brush. Going back into the room and dressing into my clothes from last night and call my driver to grab me a suit from home and bring it here.

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A little while later there's a knock on my door and I open it seeing Drake my driver standing there with a fresh suit, a coffee, and a bottle of Tylenol. "Drake if I was gay I would kiss you right now" grabbing the Tylenol and downing two with my coffee.

"Thank you sir but you don't have to kiss me it's my job" he chuckles leaving me to get dressed. Once I've got my suit and shoes on I gather my things from the room I bought for the night for me and Amber, and walk to the door where Drake is waiting patiently.

"Sir the meeting is in 2 hours" he says.

"Thank you Drake, take me to the site and wait for me to get get done speaking to the contractors, it shouldn't be too long."

"Yes sir."

Several agonizing hours later, me and the contractors have spoken about having SLIM built before the winter, which they agreed was a good plan but it was going to cost a lot more then expected because of the busy location me and my colleagues decided on. Which money is no problem when for me, between my businesses and parents.