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lie!” Trina shot back.   “I never said anything about it being easy or
any piece of cake.   Why do you keep
saying that?”
    “Because
you implied it!” Reno responded.   “Now
you’re working at Champagne’s almost as much as you’re working at the
PaLargio.   Your children get glances at
their mother.   You’re so exhausted
sometimes you look like you need to be hospitalized to get your ass some
rest.   And you think I’m going to go
along with this?   No.   The answer is no.”
    “But,
sir,” Maurice asked, “the building is already here.   At least come inside.   Don’t you want to look inside?”
    Trina
and Gennifer couldn’t believe he asked that.   Reno frowned. “Why the fuck would I want to look inside some got damn building?   My wife has too much on her plate right
now.   That’s the issue.   She can’t be a part of this.   That’s the point.   She can give a donation, but that’s it.   She’s not partnering up with you.   So you need to find yourself another sugar
mama, oh, I’m sorry.   I mean investor .   This one is not available.”     He looked at Trina.   “Where’s your car?”
    “Reno---”
    “Where’s
your car?” His tone was even firmer.
    Trina
exhaled, mainly to control her anger.   “It’s still at Champagne’s,” she said.   “I rode with them.”
    “Let’s
go.”   He began leaving.
    Trina
wanted to defy him.   She wanted to tell
him that this conversation wasn’t finished by a longshot.   But she knew what that would get her.   She looked at her would-be partners.   “I’ll call you,” she said, and followed her
husband out of the building.
    When
they left, a bitter Maurice looked at Gennifer.   “Did you see that?   I hate him!”
    “But
do you hate his money?” Gennifer asked.   “We need the cash.   Once we gain
Mrs. Gabrini’s trust, then we can do what we need to do.    His entire complaint was about how she’s
stretched too thin as it is.   That’s
great for us, Mo.”
    Maurice
looked at her.   “Great for us?   How is that great for us?”
    “Because
if she agrees to partner with us, she’ll have to let us run it the way we see
fit.   She’ll be too busy to know the
difference.   We can do whatever the hell
we want.   And our cash flow will crank
right back up, and right under her nose.   And the money, once again, will pour like rain, and our high class
living will return.”
    “And
not a moment too soon,” Maurice said, and Gennifer laughed.

 

 
 
    CHAPTER TWO

 
    They
were naked in bed.   Trina was on top of Reno
and his dick was already inside of her.   But it wasn’t moving.   It was
sitting there, as if it was cuddled in a blanket.   Reno was holding   her, and her head was on his chest, and they
both were attempting to finally come down from the hectic heights of the
day.  
    He
began to rub her ass.
    “Dommi
and Lexi asleep?” he asked her.
    “Lexi’s
asleep.   Dominic is nowhere near it.”
    Reno
smiled.   “That’s my boy.”
    Then
more silence.   More coming down.
    Trina
looked up at him.   She took her fingers
and smoothed his hair out of his face.   “There are so many women out there who need serious help, Reno,” she
said.
    “I
understand that.”
    “You
see them up and down the Strip.   They
need help.”
    “Then
write a check and help.   That’s
fine.   Whatever you want to give, you
take our checkbook and give it to them.   But you aren’t putting your name on any new business venture.”
    “But
they need a partner.   I can’t just throw
your hard-earned money at people.   Money
changes folks in very negative, nasty ways, and I’m not giving them that kind
of incentive.   If I’m giving big bucks,
I’ll have to oversee those bucks.   Down
to the last dime.”
    Reno
smiled and squeezed one of her butt cheeks.   “That’s my girl,” he said.
    “But
it’s not just the money they need,” Trina continued.   “They need an