Big Dick, not so big.

CEO Kendall Casablancas, had to admit it was kind of catching not to mention it was sure to turn a few heads once word spreads around. Surly this alone will help me make a name for myself that isn't gold-digging-former-laker-girl. Which first of all I am the Laker girl, my squad was the most noticed and worshiped than any other squad. ever. To some of those people that wasn't considered a big win but for me it got my name out there, even though a side track to Neptune was totally not in my plan. It's where my lovely husband just so happened to have already taken up residence along with his piece of crap company that left me penniless after his dumb ass milked all of his investors for millions.

Now honestly what was that all about?

Either way it didn't matter too much considering I was totally sleeping with other men. Or in Logan's case, boy. It's not like I'm a godsend to humanity and in all honestly Big 'D' didn't exactly know what he was doing in the bedroom, you'd think he'd of had plenty of practice with all of his other wives to improve his abilities. A woman has needs that eventually need to be fulfilled and if you can't do it yourself there is plenty of other options out there, not to mention you leave her dead broke, she's bound to be a little pissed off and shortly after that the 'd' word will get thrown around. Divorce. However seeing as how he had to bolt out of the country to not land in jail, it truly is hard to get the paperwork shipped to bum fucked Egypt.

Though I'm not bitter about the lack of choice in the divorce aspects of my marriage currently, I'm mainly just a tad bit anxious to get some money. Between the regular household bills along with my gym membership it's a pretty big load in itself. Though Dick and Beave seem to have the household itself under control and after five minutes of charming Dick JR., so was my gym membership. That seemed in itself covered all the basics. Now as my own fee of keeping myself in order; manicures, pedicures, shoes and some of us don't exactly like looking like white trash.. clothes. This is where Beave came in handy.

I was fairly certain the little shit hated my guts this itself was an odd way of him showing it. I personally though it had something to do with his dead beat mother just giving Dick Jr. and Beave their trust funds and sending them on their merry little way.. back to me. Sure a part of me did in fact feel bad for them but it came and went just as quickly as the Indianapolis 500. Though After selling a few of Big D's possessions mostly half of what each item was worth it finally got me somewhere. I spent many years trying to avoid working, however his whole agreement in itself seemed do able. I kept moving in my seat while I tried to read his whole little project/company which was kind of cute, whether it actually made any money or not was totally his business. In his own words, I was just the face.. Which I guess if this bitch went down so would my own reputation more so than it was now.

"Will I get paid in cash or a cashiers check?"

I asked as Beave sat there somewhat cocky even for him. At first glance at all of this one would wonder why I would take orders for a little boy or let him have what's left of the power in the household but then I think about the money again and it all seems to be meaningless jabber. As I flipped through the last page of his diagram of what his little company is as a whole, I'm only left to my own confusion as none of it made any real sense. Still I continued to smile as eventually it would work itself out and understand it at a later date or bullshit it through his little meetings.

"Also is it too early to ask for a cash advance?" I asked tilting my head as I remembered the bill I racked up last night on dinner for both Logan and I. The boy can definitely eat his Moroccan. My fake smile still shined as he seemed to be giving me this continuous look which resembled the same one he gave me on my wedding day. It really must suck to rely on the people you hate the most.