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“Do you know what your problem is?” She glanced up at me.
“I have no doubt you’re going to tell me.” I winked.
“You spend too much time looking ahead.”
“Meaning?” My brow arched.
“You don’t think I know you, but I do. You’re always thinking about the next meeting, the next deal, or the next thing on your calendar. You never just exist in the moment.”
“Yes, I do. Well, sometimes.”
I really couldn’t argue with her because she was right. My life had always been about moving forward. Closing multi-million-dollar deals, building, growing, and achieving things I thought weren’t possible. Business was always on my mind. My grandfather once told me that a successful man puts business first before anyone or anything. He’d built Castile Properties with $500 to his name. I remember that conversation as if it happened yesterday.
“Weston, I’m going to give you a little life advice, and I want you to listen very carefully. There will always be another birthday dinner. Good times with friends. Another vacation. But there won’t always be another opportunity. Business always comes first, no matter what.”
“What about family?”
“Family reaps the rewards of your success. But they’re also the greatest threat to it. People who love you will ask for your time. Time you won’t have to give them. They’ll expect things from you, and they’ll distract you from your goals. Never let that happen.”
“What about grandmother?”
“Your grandmother understands her role. We had nothing before we started this company, and she knew what it would take to build an empire. Castile Properties will be yours one day, and I expect you to do what your father never could.”
“And what was that?”
“Put business first. He had a hard time understanding that, and we always got into arguments about it. I wasn’t strict enough with him when he was growing up. But I learned my lesson. You, my grandson, will be the face of Castile Properties one day, and nothing else in life will matter.”
“Wes?” I heard Sam’s voice.
“Huh?” I glanced at her.
“Where were you?” She laughed. “I asked you a question, and you just kept staring straight ahead as if you were somewhere else.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you. What was your question?”
“I asked if you wanted some roasted almonds. The vendor is right over there.”
“Sure. Let’s go get some.” I smiled.
We spent the day in Central Park, walking, talking, and people watching as we sat on benches. I didn’t pull out my phone once. I didn’t think about all the emails sitting in my inbox demanding attention, or the back-to-back meetings I have all day tomorrow. I was here. Right here. In the moment with Sam. That hit me hard.
We climbed into a cab and went back to her apartment. I gripped her hips and pressed my lips against hers. I wanted her, right here, right now.
“What time is Zoey coming home?” I asked.
“Probably not for a couple more hours. Why?”
“Good.” I grinned, swooped down, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.
Samantha
Three orgasms,and a devilishly handsome man, with the body of a warrior, lying next to me. What more could a girl ask for?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Weston
I climbed out of bed and pulled on my pants.
