Chapter 209

Thomas's phone dinged again, and this time, he silenced it.

He knew it would be Silas calling; he had been blowing up his phone for hours

now.

Thomas leaned forward, fiddling with the pen. "So Chen, tell me why you couldn't

do your job as manager?"

Chen moved closer, his eyes gleaming with fear. "I can, it was... just a lot for

me."

"I admire your honesty, but in this line of work, you need assertiveness. Your

customers can't see you as incapable," Thomas said.

He wasn't capable of running a club either, but he ran a company-which wasn't

so different.

He looked at Chen, whose expression was filled with remorse. "Uncle Mike made

you manager, and I'm sure he saw something in you. That's the only reason I'm

not going to yell."

Plus, he was stressed out-mentally and physically. His thoughts drifted to Uncle

Mike, and his chest tightened.

"Thank you so much, sir," Chen said, bowing slightly.

"Address that waitress and have her apologize to the customer. If she refuses, be

ready to fire her," Thomas said firmly.

Chen's eyes widened, and he swallowed. "Yes, sir."

"Alright."

When Chen left, Thomas sighed, rubbing his head down to his face. He could feel

the fatigue burrowing into his bones, and he feared that if he gave in, he would

crash-harder than anything.

"Not yet," he muttered as he unlocked his laptop.

For the past few days, he had been overseeing Night Bird. Mateo Castro was on

his neck, saying business had to go on as usual.

He knew he had dug a deeper grave for himself by agreeing to manage the club,

but it was kind of too late.

It had been for a long time-he had just been in denial.

Shaking his thoughts away, Thomas scrolled through the designs his architect had

sent over. His house had to be rebuilt from scratch. The fire had destroyed most

of the foundation, making it impossible to patch.

As he scrolled, anger raced inside him.

"Fucking Rosie," he scoffed, clenching his jaw.

Not only did he have to spend more money to rebuild, he had to also provide

staff. And there was Silas,

struggle he was going through, and Wade, who

chest as he remembered his fight

also knew that if he

have caused

into the feeling, he reached for his phone to apologize to

a message again. It was from an unknown

wasn't a text. It was a video message from

ran down his spine. She was completely

she

unavailable once I'm done sending you this,"

angled the camera so he could see all of

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instantly. He knew he

couldn't bring himself

legs on camera, revealing her opening;

moment and

his brain recreated it.

how wet I am?" Rosie asked. Then she dipped two

"Thomas," she moaned

He had no

but he liked it.

his trousers, pulled out his dick with one hand,

with the

jerking up and down as he

wider on the screen.

tightening his grip around his length,

hand moved quickly, matching the

used to pleasure herself.

cried, her eyes rolling back as her

final cry. When she removed her fingers, they were covered in

drove

But he wasn't done.

the moment she set

himself.

fīnu lave o

moans, imagining himself thrusting into her. A wave

him, and he groaned,

floor.

blurred for a second

and hovered over the delete button, but decided

need it

to clean himself,

he saw

to him, his eyes wide.

as he quickly fastened his trousers. "How

you here?"

point,"

his brain, then his forehead creased.

cover it."

his forehead. "I was tired of the

not even when the

Thomas didn't say

struck. "Come. Uncle Mike

password

on

painting the wall and shifted it. Behind it

tried

surprised when the door

in," he said. "Stay there until I say the coast is

locked the door behind him, and for

idea of locking Mateo in there

the cause

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