Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
“I might know some people interested …” He laughed at the thought. Their new neighbors on both sides of the penthouse were beginning to loathe them.
Sal had absolutely no problem showing off who he was with behind closed doors now. He had gone from the least laid made man to the most overnight, and every occupant on the top floor knew it. They also had no plans to move out of the Casino Hotel anytime soon. They were both perfectly content where they were in life, as each one of them was dedicated to their passions and work. They also enjoyed the close proximity to his demanding job being right down the hall. Not to mention, Valerie was beginning to enjoy the perks of living here as well. She could visit him for a quickie anytime she wanted, and there were endless amounts of electricity and working outlets. To top it all off, he was about to reveal possibly the biggest perk of all.
“Here we are,” Sal said, showing her his last hope of finding her a job at the Casino Hotel.
As she stared up at the sign, Valerie’s mouth dropped open. “How did I not realize the Casino Hotel had a gift shop?”
“Must’ve forgotten to mention it, I guess.” That definitely wasn’t true. Sal had always been sure to even take them the long way around it.
With her going inside and heading straight for the candy section, Sal couldn’t believe he didn’t think of this sooner. This was the absolute perfect job for Valerie. Her working here meant he no longer had to personally fund her snacking and sugar addiction; he could make Lucca pay for it through the Casino Hotel. If Lucca wanted Valerie to have a job so badly after putting Chloe in her video game, then he was going to get it.
Hell, Lucca wanted him to get back to work, right? He had barely gotten a thing done that didn’t involve screwing, and this was the only option left that would not only make his boss happy but meant his pant size could return to normal. Keeping snacks and candy in his place was starting to come at a severe cost to more than just his wallet. Valerie had an endless metabolism as one of her superpowers. He, however, did not.
Giving a wave to the kind young girl behind the cash register who had only just started working here herself, he began to worry a bit. “Winnie here is going to teach you everything you need to know. Do you think you’ll be okay?”
“Are you kidding? This is heaven!” she squealed with delight, going up to her toes to place a kiss on his lips after already cracking open a bag of Twizzlers. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, don’t thank me yet,” he muttered under his breath, glad he had already given Winnie his contact number in case this went south. “Let’s see how today goes.”
“But you said so yourself; there’s absolutely no way I could fuck this one up.”
“Right,” he said, giving her goodbye kiss on the lips. “I’m going to my office to try to get a few things done.”
“Okay. Love ya! Bye!” she said, not worried in the slightest, already inspecting what her new workplace had to offer in inventory.
Leaving her there, he threw up a quick prayer to God that she’d at least last a few hours, which might give him enough time for what he needed to take care of.
He was beginning to think his prayer was working, but then his phone lit up with a call from Winnie.
Fuck. He answered it only to say that he’d be right there. He’d wait until he was there to find out what she had done in person.
He made his own call on the way to the gift shop, as he had officially given up trying to work until Valerie sold her game. Once she did, she’d begin working on her new game, and then his life could go back to somewhat normalcy.
“I haven’t heard from you in a bit. How ya been, kid?” His old friend’s voice came over the line.
“Pretty good, but it sounds like you’re doing better than me these days.”
The happiness and carefree attitude was easily noticeable through the phone, along with the sound of the ocean.
“Oh, definitely,” his friend quickly assured him that he was currently living the life. “Cabo is great this time of year. You and Valerie should come take a trip down here.”
“Maybe soon.” At this rate, he’d be in Cabo tomorrow, and jobless. Clearing his throat, Sal prepared himself to ask his request and the reason for the phone call. “Listen, I’m wondering if you have anything on the company Game Hookup? For some reason, they’re dragging their feet on offering Valerie a deal. So, I’d like you to hurry them up, if it’s possible for you to do that from where you currently are.”