Rules Of Different Games

Chapter 13- For Now

Dru Brown

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"There are so many of them." Beside me, Devan grabbed my arm, looking more than worried.

"So many of them?" I laughed, looking around.

"The Johnsons. I know they are all related because everyone has blue eyes and blonde hair. It's creepy."

"Colleen and Jack Johnson, may they rest in peace, had 7 sons and 2 daughters. Their daughters are dead now, and their sons are all here. You're right." I laughed when her hand hit her throat in disbelief.

Devan Taylor was gorgeous, and for some reason, I kept thinking about what it would be like to see her kiss Ruthie. Sometimes, I liked to watch people make out, I got off on it just as much as if it were me making out. In the sex world of adult content, it's called cuckolding. And I enjoyed it. But for a while now I've been thinking I like it because I couldn't have what I wanted in real life. Which was Ru. Hmm....now I think I just like to watch, and I also like to watch Devan and Ruthie just talk.

Damn it, coming home was starting to be annoying for a whole new set of reasons.

"Am I safe here?" Devan's voice brought me back to reality.

"Why wouldn't you be safe?" Ruthie asked, looking around for whatever was about to attack because Devan looked ready to bolt.

"That tall man is wearing a fucking gun. The fuck does he have a gun for? And no one said the paparazzi was going to be here." Devan whined, smiling as the tenth camera took a picture of us in our suits, sipping champagne.

"That man is Travis Johnson. He's 48 and carries that gun on him because one time Miranda shot his pinky off at an event like this." I told her with a curt nod.

"That's right. She sure did." Ruthie chimed in. "Dude, he deserves most of the things he gets. Dru, if he comes over here you have to shield me. I hate it when he calls me twerp and hits my head. It's rude."

It felt like we were 13 again and I was perfectly happy with that. "Sure thing, boss. But uh, who's he with? I don't recognize that lady at all."

I didn't either. She was tall and older with black straight hair and looked like she had a stick up her wazoo. "That is none other than Candy Carmichael. She owns a few shares in the casino because that dipshit sold them to her. Now he and Tommy are warring over it because it's the only thing not in the Johnson name." Ruthie nodded like it was a big taboo topic.

"Got it. So, she's a money grubber." I winked.

"Are you guys from money?" Devan asked, looking between the both of us.

"Oh yeah. My dad was a lawyer. My mom was a doctor. I'm set for life even without my ball career." I told her lightly.

"Same with me. Miranda, of course, had all her grandkids set up for life. She even has a fund for Dru. Plus, ya know I own three businesses." Ruthie told Devan then nodded towards me like she was sharing something I didn't know. But it's me. I know almost everything about her.

I smiled at her. "Yes, my love. I'm aware of all your endeavors. You're pretty amazing." I winked at Ruthie, making her blush.

Devan moved in her chair like she was uncomfortable with me hitting on Ru. I felt kind of bad, but it was her turn next. I was still into the mindset of having fun and at least teasing them both while I was free from my world.

"And you, Devan? Where do you fare on the financial spectrum? Does Hockey pay well? If it doesn't let me know, babes. I can give you an entire life of wealth."