Clay's Unwanted Blondie

Chapter 43

♥⁠╣CLAY╠⁠♥

"YOU WANTED ME here, here I am Mr Moore. I understand my brother is not me but as long as everything is taken care of, none of you bloody fat fucks should give a damn if I show up to such meetings or not. My brother is more than capable of—"

"Clay—", Mr Johnson interrupted sharply.

That sneer on his old and gray face showing just how much displeased he was by Clay's tone.

Clay didn't give two flying shits what they thought. They could look at him with disappointed faces, they could talk about what happened right this minute right here if they wanted to but he was at last the point of caring.

Unfazed by Bowen Johnson's look of contempt, Clay pushed his chair back standing up and reading each and every arrogant fuck seated there.

Once upon a time, he'd been arrogant too and a fucking asshole concerned with things like inflation, what's was happening to the market prices, anything that could make his bank account fat when it already was.

But money ...money wasn't everything. He knew that the hard way.

"Six pm, Wednesday, Seven seas Restaurant, you were seen getting cozy with Arya Gonzalez.

I'd overlook that Bowen, I mean every married man is allowed to overindulge in pleasure once in a while", he paced.

Bowen Johnson's eyes widened, beads of sweat forming on his receding hairline.

The other members of the board, some of them atleast couldn't understand what Clay was going on about.

Ryder shook his head at Clay too, giving him a warning look of 'don't mess things up because shit ain't right at home'.

Leukemia might have been a bitch but everything was calm at home. Good even.

Brooklyn was tired some of the times but when she wasn't? It was like seeing the sun shine bright in the middle of a cyclone.

And right now, he could have been seated next to his wife massaging her legs, maybe taking a walk if she was in the mood for it but he was here because of them.

Bowen opened his mouth to speak. To change the narrative but Clay was way ahead of him.

"But I seem to forget, this is Arya Gonzalez we are talking about. That woman will literally dig through trash just to get a scoop of the latest news.

Latest news like why is the Clay Cervantes missing in action? What secrets is Clay Cervantes keeping? A new project? Bankruptcy? Problems at home?

And you buddy were more than willing to provide her with that little scoop, weren't you?

The first step was getting me here. Getting your buddies here to give Ryder a hard time until I'd show up and you'd get your gossip.

My question is, what do you get in return from Arya? Fresh meat? A chance to wet your puny dick?"

Bowen stood up, eyes blazing, guns out ready to shoot and kill.

He slapped the conference table, some flinched, Clay didn't as a smirk fell on his lips.

"I will not be disrespected like this. We called you here because you've been losing your game, boy! Since you married a Konstantinos you have been distracted, you have neglected—"

"Brooklyn. Her name is Brooklyn Cervantes not that a man like you deserves to utter her fucking name"

One more word from his chapped lips, just one more disgusting word from Bowen and Clay would snap.