His (Hers #5) (16 page)

Levi

Present

One thing Seven and I didn’t plan on was the birth of our daughter screwing up the interviews we had lined up for the week. Seven insisted she still had another two weeks left at least before the baby would come. But, that is just my wife and her work ethic. She would have interviewed these women while she was in labor if it had come to that. I smile thinking of the thought. It would have been hysterical at the least.

But now I am stuck interviewing these two women, worrying what Seven would think of either. Thinking I am going to pick the wrong one for the job. The weight of the world is stuck on my shoulders and I don’t like the feeling one bit.

“Levi, don’t forget to use the webcam. Set up the computer and just stream the feed like we did with the first babysitter. I’ll watch from up here.” Seven always thinks of everything. It really is a genius idea.

“And that is why you are CEO and I am a mere peon at White-Woods Global.” I laugh.

“Don’t tell them about the feed either.” Seven says with a sly smile on her face. “I want them to think I’m not watching. See how they react when they realize I’m not going to be the one interviewing them. You can really tell the true intentions of a person with shit like that.” But like always, she is right.

“Okay, I will do that. Make sure you have your iPad because Veronica Reed is the first candidate. She should be here in about ten minutes. An hour later will be Cammie Devaux. If you think of anything to cover that I miss, just text me. I will have my phone on.” I grab my laptop and head downstairs to the sitting room where I will conduct both interviews that I have no interest in doing. Some days, I hate being Seven’s bitch. But I suck it up because I need her to finally step back from her obnoxious workload now that the baby is actually here.

Barely making it to the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell rings. “Early” I grumble. Dammit.

I open the door to the first woman standing there trying to look very much like Seven. Instead of the usual pantsuit most women would wear, she has on a designer skirt, a tight blouse, and sky high heels.

“Mr. Parker?” she says extending her hand in greeting. “Veronica Reed for Mrs. James-Parker.”

“You didn’t get the message about Mrs. Parker being unavailable for the interview? I apologize, but my wife gave birth over the weekend so I will be conducting the interview.” She looks annoyed until the part about me conducting her interview. I’m already annoyed with her. Fuckin’ opportunist bitch.

“If you will follow me, we are going to sit in the sunroom for the interview.” I show her the way. I am instantly annoyed by the clicking of her heels on my hardwood floods. Seven’s heels are music to my ears. This woman virtually disgusts me. What bothers me even more is the fact that I am even comparing her to Seven at all. I don’t know why I am either. It is a subconscious action from replacing her position in the company maybe? The reality of it all is no one will ever live up to her. Not in my life and certainly not at White-Woods.

“Please have a seat while I set up.” I put my laptop down on the small table in the corner of the room, and open it up enabling the camera to do its job. Veronica looks around the room taking in the decor. Nodding and smiling before she pulls her phone from her overpriced handbag. I ignore her rude actions and grab my notebook and pen and sit across from her.

“Ready, Miss Reed?” I ask while she continues to type away on her phone. She virtually ignores me as she clicks her nails against the screen a couple last times before finally answering me. I scribble the words
rude cunt
down on the paper under her name. If the shoe fits, right?

“Mmm hmmm” she replies and locks the phone with a click.

“So, I have a list of questions my wife would have liked to ask you. I will start with your corporate experience and why you think you would fit as the CEO of White-Woods Global?” I put my pen to the paper and write out the word annoying as well.

“I like to think I am a lot like Seven James. Clearly, I have her sex appeal which certainly helps to distract men when it comes to the boardroom.” She says as she adjusts her shirt to offer a view of more cleavage. Ew. She is nothing like Seven and never would be. Does she think the only thing my wife has going for her is using her tits to distract men in the boardroom? Clearly she didn’t do much research on Seven before stepping foot into this interview. Completely unprepared. Seven would have wiped the floor with her.

“Mr. Parker, why don’t we just cut to the chase? I’ll let you fuck me if you give me a good recommendation for the job. We’ll help each other out.” She winks and my stomach turns. I stand from the chair I am sitting in to begin asking her to leave. Before I can utter a single word, I hear a door slam from the second floor of the house and footsteps coming down the hall. This chick just bought herself a corporate death sentence that is about to be handed out by my beautiful, glowing wife. The same one who should be lying in bed with our new baby. I feel like laughing, but I bite my bottom lip as Seven’s footsteps begin to come down the stairs.

Veronica’s face reddens as Seven comes into view. Her long pink robe covering her naked body. Is she really shocked that she was actually watching the interview since she couldn’t do it herself?

“You fucking whore. Get out of my house. And let me tell you… You will never work in this field again. You just signed your fuckin’ career death warrant. When I am done with you… you won’t even be able to fuckin’ sling a cup of coffee at Starbucks.” Seven is calm as she speaks. Her words are hard and clear. She makes a point without even having to yell.

I can see she is holding herself back. My Seven typically would have had a handful of this bitch’s hair by now. The amount of restraint she is showing is downright admirable. And that is why I love this woman.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding, Mrs. James-Parker. I didn’t come on to your husband. He came on to ME!” she says with her hands up. “I was just trying to answer my interview questions when he offered me the position if I slept with him!” The blonde bimbo politely pleads with my wife. I try not to laugh because I know Seven would be able to see right through that claim, even if she hadn’t been watching the entire thing.

“Are you a real blonde?” Seven asks, her hand moves to tug gently on the woman’s long hair. And I am confused as to where this is all going.

“Yes?” Veronica answers as she runs her fingers through her long blonde hair. Pulling away from Seven’s gentle grasp.

“I suspected that. Clearly what they say about blondes being dumber than dog shit is right. I watched the whole interview you fucking twat. See that laptop in the corner?” Seven stops and points at the computer. “I was watching the interview upstairs. Now take your knock off Michael Kors and your fake Prada pumps and get the fuck out of my house. Good luck with your future endeavors. I recommend Vegas strip clubs, or shitty dive bars.”

The blonde huffs and makes her way to the front door, slamming it in her wake.

“Cancel the other interview. No one is getting this job. As soon as we can find a five bedroom penthouse in Manhattan we are moving back.” she says as she stomps back up the stairs.

So much for a nice quiet life in Woodstock.

The sad thing is, I don’t even blame her. Not one fuckin’ bit at this point. I guess I should also start looking for a full time nanny.

“You aren’t going to believe this shit, dude.” I say as Chrome sets a beer down in front of me. “She just offered to fuck me for the job. Like I would actually give some whore the CEO position of a fucking Fortune 500 company for a quick roll in the hay.” I take a swig of the Sam Adams and set it back down on the counter. “With that kind of behavior, she probably has a nasty cunt too.”

“Dude, bitches put out for way less.” Chrome says. “I remember one time, I got a blowjob for a ride on the back of my bike. Bitches love bikes.” He laughs and sucks down his beer. “You should totally get one. Become an outlaw with us.”

“You should have seen Seven’s reaction.” I laugh.

“Oh, I would have fuckin’ paid money to see that shit. Did she have that giant pink fluffy robe on when she told her to fuck off?” Chrome asks with deep booming laughter.

“Yeah, she did. And she made that bitches designer clothes look like rags.” I smiled thinking about how amazing she looked. Even if she had just had a baby. Hell, I think she looks even more beautiful now.

“You get to a point in life where that one wild bitch that finally collared you is more than enough for you in bed.” Chrome says. “I could have never imagined settling down, but man… Star is more than enough for me. And when I’m on the road, she is all I fuckin’ think about anymore.”

“What’s it like? Being on the road?” I ask him. I always admired his freedom. The lifestyle he lived.

“It sucks. I’m over it all, but I can’t walk away. It doesn’t work like that.” Chrome shrugs. “The nice thing now is I have bitches under me who I can make go on the road for me most the time.”

“Speaking of your
bitches
, has anyone come up with anything on Vince?”

Chrome’s men had been searching for him but nothing was coming up. The guy was fuckin’ good at hiding. We could all give him that.

“Nothing yet. But we did get pings off his cell phone in Jefferson. So, he isn’t far. I’ve got guys on your property tho.” he says without thinking.

“Where the fuck have they been hiding?” I ask.

“All over. Pool house, shed, anywhere the two of you never go basically.” he laughs.

“You know, they could come inside.”

“I’ll let Ryker know. It’s been him and Judge keeping an eye on y’all.”

“What’s up with that Judge guy?” I want to know because of the interesting interaction I noticed between him and Seven at dinner. I’m not jealous, just curious. I know my wife lived a colorful life before I tamed her. Funny how it really is the other way around for Chrome and Star though.

“He’s from the city. Was in the Brooklyn chapter for a long time, but I guess he moved up this way when his Momma got sick so he could take care of her.” Chrome offers.

“Aww, a biker with a heart.” I laugh, because I know how much of a softie Chrome really is deep down. I love fucking with him.

“Don’t start, Parker. Not everyone can be stuffy office robots.”

“Hey. I didn’t pick the office life. The office life picked me!”

The back door of Chrome and Star’s house slams and we look up to a pack of bikers.

“He’s on the move,” Judge says.

“We spotted him at the motel. He must not realize you own that.” Ryker adds with an eye roll. Stupid criminals.

“Don’t let him know any of us have a connection with that hotel. You tell Mary and Louise at the desk to take down anything that may connect me or Star with the motel.” Chrome starts spouting off orders.

“Vegas, Stone, and Ace will ‘rent’ a room and stay put until I give any further instructions.” Chrome paces across the kitchen. “Ryker and Judge, get back over to Seven’s house now. She is there alone with the kids. That is fuckin’ unacceptable.” Realizing that Seven is alone in the house makes my heart skip a beat. My nerves always get the best of me. I grab my phone off the counter and make my way for the door.

“Hey, Chrome. Thanks for everything man.” I didn’t realize it, but we would be entering into a fuckin’ war zone.

“It’s just what family does, man.”

Seven

Present

I know I have no right to be pissed off, but I’m a stickler when it comes to time. Lyric told me she was going to be here almost an hour ago, which is why I told Levi he could go on his merry way to do whatever it is that him and Chrome do when they are together. Marley is going to be up from her nap any minute and Willow is attached to my tits, literally. And I can’t get up. I don’t want to be annoyed, but I am.

I pick up my phone and try to call Lyric. The phone rings a handful of times and goes to voicemail. I contemplate leaving a message, but I decide to send her a text instead. If she is anything like me, she is more likely to read that than pick up the phone and listen to a voicemail.
God I hate those things.