had been
through he’d let the job search lapse so Jack, in his typical take-charge way,
had found him something. They were both headed back to Ann Arbor, and the
“starting over” time began right now.
Chapter Eleven
The
dark room felt familiar, so many of the sights and sounds the same. He’d found
a new club, run by none other than the former NFL star Kyle Summerlin. The
Suite was in downtown Detroit, not far from that first, much smaller and less
well-appointed place where he’d learned his way as a sexual Dom—or more
realistically, the only way he knew to truly calm his nerves.
He
knew Kyle already, from his Chicago club days, but met up with him again at a
big-time fundraiser for a politician he hardly gave a shit about but had been
dragged to by his woman of the moment. The men had hit off immediately, and
once Jack realized “The Suite” that his Chicago friends told him about and
Kyle’s place were one and the same, he procured Kyle’s cell phone number and an
invite to his club. After he screwed and then summarily dumped the woman from
the party, of course.
Because
that was the one thing that defined him lately—screwing around and dumping
random women—and he liked it. Or at least it made him happy. Well, okay it kept
him on an even keel. Having his first million in the bank helped, of course,
and he could thank his own resourceful, hard-working self for that.
He
sat, sipping tea and pondering just how much had transpired for him in the last
few years. He had stayed away from the whole BDSM scene for a while, trying to
wrap his head around what the hell he had done so utterly wrong with Jenna.
The
job he’d found in real estate title law was mind-numbingly boring which left a
lot of time for self-contemplation. Finally, after signing one gigantic
commission check too many he enrolled in the next real estate licensure class,
on a total whim, out of the same sense of boredom and non-direction that had led
him to law school in the first place.
Like
anything else he put his mind to, he excelled, giving it a hundred and fifty
percent of his energy and after a few years he was the superstar agent at
Stewart Realty, the largest regional, independently owned brokerage in Ann
Arbor. As a total side bonus: he’d taken on the challenge of seducing every hot
female agent in the company plus a few clients, and memorably, the mother of a
client. She’d been a very eager cougar who’d made him nostalgic for Mindy,
until the woman got a wee bit too clingy after a couple of fun nights so he had
to cut her loose.
John
Gordon Senior had kicked the bucket in the meantime as well. Massive heart
attack dropped him on a job site in his tracks, dead before his stupid head hit
the floor. That had been one of the more surreal weeks of Jack’s life. Not only
had he lost his father—the one man who still motivated him, if for no other
reason than to prove him wrong, that he, Jack would be more successful in every
area of his life—but he’d gained a brother-in-law.
His
sister Maureen had gone and fallen head over heels for none other than his old
friend Brandis, right under Jack’s nose. He had rejected it even as he saw it
coming. Even after he caught them together in Brandis’ bed in the house he
shared with the guy one summer. While it took him a while to accept it, he knew
it was just him being the overprotective big brother. It had not helped that
Brandis and Mo had moved overseas nearly immediately to an airbase in Germany.
His
friend had become a respectable, reliable grown up—not much different than he’d
been as a teen really. Jack had just been too busy to notice. There was not a
man on the planet who would be a better husband for his sister than Brandis.
Their wedding had been one of the happiest days of his life, to date.
And
they now had twins, a boy and a girl, that Jack truly adored. They made it home
twice a year, and he had been over there once or twice. “Vacation” being a
through he’d let the job search lapse so Jack, in his typical take-charge way,
had found him something. They were both headed back to Ann Arbor, and the
“starting over” time began right now.
Chapter Eleven
The
dark room felt familiar, so many of the sights and sounds the same. He’d found
a new club, run by none other than the former NFL star Kyle Summerlin. The
Suite was in downtown Detroit, not far from that first, much smaller and less
well-appointed place where he’d learned his way as a sexual Dom—or more
realistically, the only way he knew to truly calm his nerves.
He
knew Kyle already, from his Chicago club days, but met up with him again at a
big-time fundraiser for a politician he hardly gave a shit about but had been
dragged to by his woman of the moment. The men had hit off immediately, and
once Jack realized “The Suite” that his Chicago friends told him about and
Kyle’s place were one and the same, he procured Kyle’s cell phone number and an
invite to his club. After he screwed and then summarily dumped the woman from
the party, of course.
Because
that was the one thing that defined him lately—screwing around and dumping
random women—and he liked it. Or at least it made him happy. Well, okay it kept
him on an even keel. Having his first million in the bank helped, of course,
and he could thank his own resourceful, hard-working self for that.
He
sat, sipping tea and pondering just how much had transpired for him in the last
few years. He had stayed away from the whole BDSM scene for a while, trying to
wrap his head around what the hell he had done so utterly wrong with Jenna.
The
job he’d found in real estate title law was mind-numbingly boring which left a
lot of time for self-contemplation. Finally, after signing one gigantic
commission check too many he enrolled in the next real estate licensure class,
on a total whim, out of the same sense of boredom and non-direction that had led
him to law school in the first place.
Like
anything else he put his mind to, he excelled, giving it a hundred and fifty
percent of his energy and after a few years he was the superstar agent at
Stewart Realty, the largest regional, independently owned brokerage in Ann
Arbor. As a total side bonus: he’d taken on the challenge of seducing every hot
female agent in the company plus a few clients, and memorably, the mother of a
client. She’d been a very eager cougar who’d made him nostalgic for Mindy,
until the woman got a wee bit too clingy after a couple of fun nights so he had
to cut her loose.
John
Gordon Senior had kicked the bucket in the meantime as well. Massive heart
attack dropped him on a job site in his tracks, dead before his stupid head hit
the floor. That had been one of the more surreal weeks of Jack’s life. Not only
had he lost his father—the one man who still motivated him, if for no other
reason than to prove him wrong, that he, Jack would be more successful in every
area of his life—but he’d gained a brother-in-law.
His
sister Maureen had gone and fallen head over heels for none other than his old
friend Brandis, right under Jack’s nose. He had rejected it even as he saw it
coming. Even after he caught them together in Brandis’ bed in the house he
shared with the guy one summer. While it took him a while to accept it, he knew
it was just him being the overprotective big brother. It had not helped that
Brandis and Mo had moved overseas nearly immediately to an airbase in Germany.
His
friend had become a respectable, reliable grown up—not much different than he’d
been as a teen really. Jack had just been too busy to notice. There was not a
man on the planet who would be a better husband for his sister than Brandis.
Their wedding had been one of the happiest days of his life, to date.
And
they now had twins, a boy and a girl, that Jack truly adored. They made it home
twice a year, and he had been over there once or twice. “Vacation” being a
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