“That may be true, but Molly seems pretty cool,” I admit. “Not to mention, my motivation is stronger than ever to make this plan work.”
Victor laughs. “How is that?”
“I still have my eye on the prize,” I remind him. “Crystal is the trophy at the end of the finish line.”
“What about Molly?” Victor addresses the hurdle.
“Even with her around, I’m gonna hook line and sinker this one,” I say, and pretend I’m reeling in a fishing line.
“Are you going to throw a party for Lone Wolfe’s second year in business?” Victor asks and chugs his water, changing the subject again.
“I haven’t really thought about it,” I say honestly. “It makes sense, though,” I admit. “The production house is entering its third year with the Academy.”
“I know, brother, that’s huge,” Victor agrees.
“Also, my team just told me that we’re getting four nominations this year,” I gloat.
“Congratulations, dude,” Victor says.
“Yep, and we have over ten billion in profits so far,” I mention.
“You really hit the ground running when you decided to build this empire,” Victor praises me as we take another break, leaning against the sides of the ring while we try to catch our breath.
“Should we go for another round?” I say after a few seconds.
Victor chuckles and leans over. We both have sweat visibly covering every surface inch of our bodies. “I probably need to head home soon.”
I playfully slap his back. “Whatever, you pussy-whipped little bitch,” I tease him.
“Don’t knock it till you try it,” Victor winks.
“No thanks, man, your life is like my worst fucking nightmare.” I glance at him and sip my water. “No offense.”
“None taken.” Victor’s voice drips with sarcasm as he shakes his head. “You’re one blunt and abrasive motherfucker.”
“You still love me, though, right?” I ask with a smirk.
“I guess I have to.” He rolls his eyes and we pat ourselves dry with a pair of ring towels.
“Let me know how it goes with Molly,” Victor says as we head to the locker room to shower and get dressed.
“I will,” I say. “I have a lot on my plate. Sorry if I seem distracted lately.”
“Are you sure it’s not just because I placed too many poundings into your head just now and maybe you have a concussion?” Victor teases.
“No way, man.” I shake my head and laugh.
But I do have a fuck ton of things to balance in my work and personal life, that’s for fucking sure.
13
Molly
I stretch, open my eyes and yawn. It’s daylight outside.
First, let me start off by stating that it’s never, ever fucking daylight
in my room when I wake up.