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I could along with my laptop case. I made my way up the steps. When I got to the top of the steps, I looked around. The hallway was huge. There were four rooms: two bedrooms and two bathrooms. Each bathroom connected to the bedroom. The bedrooms were directly across from each other.
    “Oh, fuck no,” I said out loud.
    “Fuck no? What?” Brendan asked startling me.
    “I’m not sleeping in a room directly across from you, so you can watch me sleep.”
    “What, do you snore?” he said laughing.
    “No,” I responded annoyed. “Is there a third floor bedroom?”
    “Yes, but you’re staying in this one. Just in case.”
    “You’re taking this whole watching over me bullshit to another level. Remember who the detective is here and who’s protecting who. That’s my job. Go put on a shirt. I’ve seen enough skin today.”
    I’m not a prude or anything, but I’m trying to be professional. For the record, his body is amazing.
    “Okay, okay, hold on a second,” he huffed.
    He ran in to his room and came back out with a green Boston Celtics t-shirt on and a green fitted hat on backwards. I don’t know what it is, but a guy with a fitted hat on backwards looks so hot.
    “Better?” he asked.
    I just cleared my throat and told him to put the bags on the floor in the bedroom.
    He asked me why I was so tense.
    “I’m fine,” I said, as I slammed my gun on the bureau.
    “Alright, look I just want to apologize for everything that happened until now.”
    “Say you’re sorry to me in three months when this is over. I’m sure there will be plenty more for you to apologize about.”
    “Dinner’s at six. We can go over everything then. I’ll be in my office, if you have any questions. Jocelyn will be here at ten o’clock to pick you up. Be nice to her. She doesn’t know anything. I made her basically think you’re homeless and on the run.”
    “Great. See you at six,” I said, slamming the door in his face.
    I’m not normally this rude, but my patience is really being tested today. Can tomorrow really be any better? I doubt it. I’ll be swinging on a pole… naked.
     

Chapter Four
    Brendan
     
    Did this chick just slam the door in my face? I know this is a figment of my imagination. I have never been treated like this in my life. It actually turns me on. I’m use to women throwing themselves at me. If this was some other skanky hoe at my door, she would have got down on her knees and went to town. Most women only want my money.
    I tried to apologize and kiss her ass, but she doesn’t want any parts of it, so I will treat her as a business partner. The only problem is that I can’t get her eyes off of my mind among other things, but I won’t go there just yet. It’s only nine thirty in the morning and there has already been so much drama.
    I have never really taken a day off before to sit at home, so I don’t know what to do with myself. I have managers and such that run all of my businesses. Normally, on any given day, I hop from business to business. I own the nightclub, two restaurants, a spa, and many different franchises. I also have numerous properties that I purchase and rehabilitate to sell for profit. I started out small. I bought a property when I twenty- one with money that I saved from waiting tables while I was in college obtaining my degree in Business Management. I have worked really hard to make the kind of money I have, which is why it pisses me off that it has to be jeopardized because of low-life drug dealers. If Billy was hard up for money, he could have asked me. I would have gave it to him. He didn’t have to resort to drug dealing. He could have probably been doing this for a long time for all I know. He was always getting into trouble when we were younger. I thought maybe he would have grown out of that shit by now.
    I think I’m going to relax today and play some video games. I have a PlayStation 4 sitting on my entertainment center and I barely play it. I choose MLB 2014 and