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“You know I’ve never been much of a party person,” I said.
“Unlike your cousin. He’s in line to inherit all of this and the business, and all he wants to do is party like it’s going out of style.”
“I think he’s still grieving for Aunt Annie. I’ll have a word with him and see how he’s doing.”
He nodded and picked up the photo he had on his desk of the four of us in New York the year before Aunt Annie died.
“We’re all grieving, son. But we mustn’t let the pain own us. Nothing good ever comes from that.”
He put the frame back on the desk and looked at me. “So, tell me. What are your plans now that you’ve finished your MBA? Are you planning on heading out to the west coast again?”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve been offered a job with a company in Boston, but it doesn’t start until September.”
“That’s great, Jacob. Congratulations. You should have said something earlier. We could have celebrated with champagne.”
“It’s okay, Uncle Frank. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. The truth is, I don’t want to take that job.”
“You don’t? Why did you go for it?”
“Security. Uncle Frank, I want to work here, for you, at the resort. I know you just hired Mal, but I was hoping I could take on more responsibility and show you I have the skills to maybe one day run the resort for you.”
My uncle leaned forward on his desk and rested his chin on his crossed hands.
“You have great potential, Jacob. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes. The resort is my home, Uncle Frank. I love it more than anyone else you’ll ever hire, but it’s still a business, which is why I picked the right major and the MBA to give me the knowledge I can’t get from cleaning rooms and working reception.”
He smiled.
“That’s how I started too. Your mother and me, cleaning rooms to the sound of her singing. The resort was still only a hotel, the only one on the island. Of course, she always wanted to leave. She never saw the potential.” He sighed. We didn’t talk about my mom often, and I tried to not think of her at all.
“Okay, let me speak to Mal and see if there’s a management position for you.”
“Thank you, Uncle Frank.”
“What will happen in September?”
If I didn’t fuck the job, or Mal and Griff, then I hoped I’d stay on. Which, of course, wasn’t what I told my uncle.
“I guess we’ll see, but for now, I want to focus on helping Silver Sands have the best summer season.”
I left my uncle to his work and headed up to my room.
I didn’t know how long I had until I started working at the resort again, but I had a feeling working with Mal was going to test my willpower, my work ethic, and my sanity.
5
GRIFF
“Oh fuck…nghh…yes, right there,” Mal moaned.
I’d been pounding Mal’s ass for the best part of the last hour, and every time I thought he was going to finally come…he didn’t. It was fucking frustrating and perfect as hell.
“Are you going to give in, baby?” I whispered in his ear, even as I kept my relentless pace. I tried to keep my voice steady, but fuck if I wasn’t so close to losing it.
The cock ring I’d put on had done a good job of keeping my orgasm at bay, but even that wouldn’t last forever, and the way Mal’s ass was squeezing my cock, I’d say we had a couple of minutes, tops.
“No, keep going…nghh…don’t…stop,” he growled.
