DILF, page 11
Seeing the camera phones everywhere had been a dose of cold water.
In a blue wig and skin tight and dangerously short white dress, the waitress came over and handed him the leather check holder and leaned into his ear. "This is awkward but your credit card was declined. Do you have another?" she whispered.
He had millions. Millions. A trust fund from his maternal grandmother who had a direct lineage to the British Royal family and from his paternal grandfather who had old money from the railroad. Yes, the railroad, like the original railroad. The McCalls, the Vanderbilts, and the Rockefellers, the great American royal families.. Old money and old ideals. So, how in the hell could his black American Express be declined? Feeling annoyed, he opened his wallet took out another card and handed it over. There were still stragglers hanging around with cameras and cell phones and this was not something he needed in the media.
Gunther McCall heir to the McCall fortune can't pay his bill at local night club.
Or
Socialites, Candy and Kandi leave Gunther McCall for George Jones Jr. when his credit card is declined.
The thought made him cringe. His father would have his ass for publicly humiliating the family.
George now sat where Gun had been sitting not ten minutes earlier hadn't his mood shifted from ready for a night of drinking and fucking to just fucking pissed off while his friend, and owner of five of the most profitable and notorious night clubs in Miami, drank his Vodka and flirted with his two women. The waitress returned with a look that said she was both concerned and embarrassed.
"What the fuck?" He snatched the leather folder from her hand and looked at the bill for the first time. Three thousand two hundred and eighty two dollars in the hour he'd been at Pyramid was excessive, but that was a mere drop in the bucket compared to how much money he made. "ATM?" He asked over the music and the waitress pointed to the back of the club.
Irritated as all hell, Gun stomped to the back, sidestepping and trying his best to ignore his fans along the way. He swiped his card into the machine, punched in his pin number and attempted to take out the maximum allowed. The machine paused for half a second and then a big red sign flashed on the screen. Declined.
"What the hell is going on?" He grunted as he slammed his palms on the machine, causing it to shake. With each step he took back to the table, his mood soured further. "George, man, something's wrong with my cards. Spot me and I'll get you back tomorrow." He asked knowing full well that George had more than sufficient funds to cover the bill.
Too preoccupied with the women and the booze, George waved him off as Gun tossed the bill on the table and stormed off.
A ten-dollar taxi ride later, about all the cash he had on him, Gun stumbled into his four thousand square foot apartment in an exclusive high rise in Miami Beach. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Knowing it was too late to call Mario, his financial adviser, instead, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and went in search of his Ipad.
Mario had fucked up a few times lately and getting on his last nerve. He hated to fire the man, but this had been the last straw. What if George hadn't been there tonight? His temper flared and punching someone wasn't an option, and neither was getting obliterated, fucked, and numb. He was already halfway through obliterated and fucked--in fact, he'd likely have had the two-women in his bed right now. Instead he was pissed off. He pulled up his accounts and there was plenty of money. More than he'd need in a lifetime. So, what the hell was going on?
He sent a quick email to Mario asking that he called him as soon as he woke up, then turned on the television and sat back to polish off a bottle of Johnny Walker while watching ESPN. Seemed like his night of obliteration and numbness would, in fact, come true.
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About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives her life with one simple rule: “Just Do It”
And that’s exactly what she did. After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative romantic side and wrote the successful New Adult series, Seeing Red and Seeing Black. That first pen stroke sealed the deal and she fell in love with writing. Currently on sale is the bestselling contemporary romance series, Worth the Fight and Panic Series, as well as Romantic Suspense series, Iron Clad Security.
Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she’s not writing you can find her reading and reading and reading… She’s a reader first and foremost.
When she’s not writing or reading her life is complete and utter chaos trying to balance family life with work, and writing (and reading). But she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sidney Halston, DILF
