Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
I figured I’d already proven I was a man many times to my father with tests I’d passed, decisions I’d made, problems I’d taken care of, opportunities and profit I’d brought the business. He knew I had what it took. But, my pop was a demanding prick and I’d paid the hefty price of being his son many, many times. In his mind, I should show everyone: his associates, his enemies…that I’m a family man, ready to take the helm. An old-school way of thinking but that was how it was with Pop.
Putting me and my brother at the bottom of the ladder like any other soldier that worked for him ensured we’d earn respect. Evidently, he’d decided I needed to take one more step on this journey before he’d be willing to hand over the keys to the kingdom.
But married? He’d talked about me being married in a “someday when you’re married” or “someday when you’re a father”, “someday when you run this business”, way for years but I’d never given getting married much thought. Pop certainly enjoyed being married, he got married often, though despite his love for walking down the aisle, he wasn’t a man who believed in any sort of marriage sanctity.
Me? Women were a means to an end for me. I had a healthy sexual appetite with as much action as I wanted. I didn’t do relationships. Didn’t want to; never needed to. I never had the desire to get serious or be monogamous. I knew women liked the way I look and of course loved the money, the power. I hadn’t met anyone I cared enough about to take things to any level beyond physical. I hadn’t ruled it out; I just hadn’t had the urge. I was Thomas Ferrano Jr., a force to be reckoned with in and out of the boardroom, the boxing ring, the bedroom, and more, and I’d been busy my whole life, proving myself, focused on the business.
I liked control in and out of the bedroom and was partial to rough play. Very partial. I had my pick of playthings to suit whatever my fancy was on any given day. Blonde, brunette, redhead, Black, Asian. Pop threw in the bit about this Tia being half Italian as if it was a factor. I didn’t give a shit about that. Regardless, I’d certainly never met someone I’d wanted to marry or even date seriously. Dating someone and getting serious? That’d feel too much like giving up control to me. Not interested.
Rarely was I interested in even having the same woman twice. Who needed a woman nagging me, thinking she could tell me what she didn’t want me doing, asking me inane questions that I couldn’t be bothered to answer? I had no biological clock niggling at me yet for kids, either. I had nieces and nephews through my two sisters and the kids were great, but they weren’t my problem on a daily basis. Being Uncle Tommy was just fine by me.
Married? Sheesh. I knew how Pop’s brain worked and to him it was a necessity. I’d need to do it to get what I wanted. Full control. I wanted control in all areas of my life and since Pop was slipping just left of his prime, it was time. Pop was missing the boat on opportunities that could make us a lot of money and get us out of the small-time game in a few areas. I could take the company to greater heights with more profit and lower risk. If I had to get married to get him to give me the keys to the kingdom and for me to not have to run business decisions by him, maybe that’s what I’d have to do.
He and I butted heads a lot. I guess what everyone says is true; we’re a lot alike. As head of the business, I’d want to think about an heir to take over for me some day, rather than promoting one of my nephews.
My buddy and business associate, John, was married with kids. He and I got hammered the other night at the sex club we both belong to and a conversation came up about my lack of desire to hook up with one girl night after night. He’d talked about how amazing it was to have a submissive wife who would do anything he wanted. Because she ached to please him. I argued there was no shortage of women in the club who’d pant in heat when I approached them. Johnny said I didn’t get it, didn’t understand what I was missing, how amazing it was to have her complete trust and commitment.
Johnny played at the club and his wife was cool with it. His wife liked threesomes, even. And she didn’t tell him what to do. She yielded to him. He told me there were relationship parameters and he knew what her limits were and said he had loads of room to play.