Bloodline (The Golden Boy )

Chapter: 5

   
                               •Kristian:

"Kris," her voice came across the phone, soft and smooth, a melody to my ears.

"Happy birthday."

"It's not a happy birthday until I see you."

"I'll be there soon, I promise," I said, trying hard to push everything I wanted to say back to where it belonged. "Heard about your little bad luck incident. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm better, don't worry," she said, blowing a birthday whistle into the phone. "Nothing worth ruining my birthday for. Besides, I knew they wouldn't accept me from the beginning."

"And why's that?"

"Forget it, it's a long story. Now come."

"No, I want to know. Why's that?"

"Well, the manager didn't seem to like me. She gave me the cold shoulder from the moment I walked in."

"Did she said something that bothered you?"

"Yeah!" She said, her voice tinged with fury. "She made mean comments about my body."

"She did what?"

She sighted, "Forget it, I don't want to talk about her on my birthday, Come quick. It's not a happy birthday yet," she teased.

"I'll be there soon, baby girl."

"Alright, see you then. Lots of kisses." She hung up.

Kisses? Man, I'd die for those. Her soft pink lips against mine, I closed my eyes trying to picture what it would feel like—yup, my guy down there definitely got excited.
Focus, Kristian!

Forget? Hell no.
That manager bitch, I'll show her. Whoever hurt Jessica hurt me, and they should know better than to mess with me.
Cold shower, and straight to business!
My brain ordered, and my body obeyed.

**"Shimmer Agency"**

The words hung in big, red letters on the luxurious entrance door.

"Shimmer my ass, you unprofessional shit," I muttered to myself as I sat in my car, waiting for Ryle's call. I had asked him to dig up all the dark secrets I could use to blackmail "Georgina Brown," or as I called her, "Unprofessional Shit."

As much as I loathed the VIP rats who care about the shallowest things, I'd talked with enough of them to know that each one hides dirty secrets in the dark, secrets big enough to destroy them most of the time. With Rylee, one of the most talented hackers of all time, a simple name was all it took.

I didn't like getting into other people's business, don't get me wrong. They could do whatever the hell they wanted as long as they didn't mess with the people I loved. When they did, I made no apologies.

The sound of my phone ringing cut through my thoughts. There he was.

"Go on," I said, putting him on speaker.

"Georgina Brown, 46 years old, a very successful fashion designer and businesswoman with a net worth of $3 million." He paused, and I could tell he was smirking. "However, she was married for four years to a man she considered the love of her life before she walked in on him with a young, beautiful model in bed."

"There's our psychological complex."

"She fell into deep depression afterward, turning to drugs. Her team managed to keep the addiction out of the headlines despite the rumors. But take a deep breath, because as usual, there's worse."