The Break - Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Since he had been lying in the hospital bed, he did not have many visitors. In fact, the only people allowed past the heavily armed guards were cops and lawyers. Right now, Ron was glad that there were neither present right now. He was heavily involved in reviewing his life. Trying the best he could to remember the entire path that led to the explosion. For some reason, he kept thinking about one day in particular. It seemed to define his life, up until the time that the doctor first told him he had cancer. That was the day his life changed. That was the moment that he realized that Ronnie was the most important part of his life. That was the day he pushed Ronnie to explore his talent. That, of course, was what had led to this terrible situation. Prior to the life altering diagnosis, he had one and only one goal in life and that was to make as much money as he possibly could. It was about the only goal he had ever had any luck in meeting. His first goal was to be a pro ball-player. When that didn’t work out, he wanted to have a son that was a pro ball-player. He got stuck with that lame ass excuse for a son, Little Ronnie. All he ever wanted to do was smoke dope and play the guitar. “My luck, he’s probably a fag, too.” He remembered thinking. At the time, he had no idea how much his life would change. How much more he would understand about people. No back then, he had been very self-involved. “Was I really like that?” He thought. “Really was it like I remember? Could I have been that shallow?” Ron deftly weaved his Hummer through traffic, much as he moved his own bulk effortlessly through crowds. The Hummer was a natural fit for Big Ron - big, tough and expensive and yet deceptively agile. It was the only vehicle for a man like Big Ron. "Can't believe that kid of mine." He thought to himself. "Why couldn't he have been a ball player?" “Fuckin’ A.” He said aloud as he brushed several beads of sweat that formed on his forehead despite the fact that he was behind the wheel of an air-conditioned vehicle. He felt a slight grin begin to form on his face as he allowed himself a moment to enjoy the rhythm of the road. Almost instantly, his mood changed. “Oh well,” Big Ron thought to himself. “Guess I’ll just have to suffer through life being the rich, handsome man that I am.” The musings about the Hummer did not last long. They were quickly replaced by business. For the last six months, Big Ron had been working a huge development deal. It was the most perfect deal he had ever put together. All he had to do was match the money to the landowner and he would walk away with five million dollars. “Five million for six months work,” he thought as the grin exploded into a full-fledged smile. “Not bad - not bad at all.” As usual, Ron pulled into his personalized parking space. Seemingly in one motion, he put the Hummer in park, opened the door and exited the behemoth. Nonchantly, he tossed his keys on the front seat before closing the door. They would need them when they came to wash the Hummer. The Hummer was detailed every day. If there was one thing Big Ron believed in, it was appearances. “You always – always - have to look as if you don’t need money.” He said frequently. As he fetched his jacket that was neatly hung in the back seat, he picked off a couple of pieces of lint that had become attached to it during the long commute. Now, his suit was impeccable. That went well with his perfectly manicured fingers, close cropped hair and his chiseled torso. The latter had been slipping a bit lately. This deal had cut into his workout regimen. The result was some extra cushioning around the middle. It was even starting to show in his suit. The pants were tight and the jacket was starting to bunch up a bit. That definitely was unacceptable. Most women didn’t mind a little extra padding. That is, they didn’t mind until you got naked. Ron had seen the look a few times lately. As soon as the papers were signed, he would take care of that. Always the hunter, Big Ron looked in every woman’s eyes. When he saw the right sparkle, he closed in immediately. There was rarely a day in Big Ron’s life that he didn’t get a little extra action. Ron had always felt like a man – a real man. This feeling was fed by his incredible skill for satisfying women. “If there was one thing I can do, its fuck.” He would brag to his friends. “Who am I to hold back? All babes deserve a little satisfaction in their lives. I’m happy to be of service.” Upon hearing his rhetoric, most men wrote it off as false bravado. However, Big Ron actually understated his talent for physically stimulating women. Unfortunately for his wife, he was not able to provide much else for a woman. Ron knew that Sheila didn’t like his charitable contributions to woman-kind, but he really didn’t care. If she was willing to give it to him several times a day, he wouldn’t go chasing. Actually, that wasn’t true. Big Ron wanted – no he actually needed strange. He just couldn’t control it. This behavior cost him dearly in his first marriage. It was even more costly in his first divorce. But that wasn’t going to happen again. He had Sheila sign a pre-nuptial agreement that was very much in his favor. He still felt it was the shrewdest deal he ever closed. There was no doubt that Sheila was attractive. He wouldn’t have married her if she wasn’t a world class beauty. They used to be amazing together. But it got boring. That’s all it was. It was like they used up their quota and it just wasn’t fun any more. He still performed his duty occasionally, but it wasn’t a big deal. Instead, he opted to spend his energy on anonymous sex. Big Ron strode towards the elevator. This morning he had something on his mind. That something was a hot little number that always arrived around the same time in the lobby by the bank. He had caught her eye briefly once last week and then again two days ago. Ron knew one thing – she wanted it. And she was going to get it. “That’s right, today is the day little missy gets what’s coming to her. “ He thought. As the door opened, he saw her. It was perfect. The hard part was over, all he had to do now was close the deal and Big Ron was a closer, just ask anyone. He quickly strode towards her. He tried to get her attention, but she wouldn’t look up. Ron slowed his pace so that he wouldn’t walk past her. He veered slightly to the left and as she looked up, he turned back to the left so that he was facing her. Their eyes met and Ron gave her a big smile. She immediately returned the smile and gazed deeply into his eyes. She stared at him for a full fifteen seconds. Now Ron knew he had her. She was interested. All he had to do was strike up a conversation and he would be pumping her within the hour. “Hi, there.” Ron said with a giant smile. “Hello.” She responded as she turned her eyes downward. “Bad sign.” Ron thought. The thought quickly shot out of Ron’s mind as she looked up and made eye contact again. This time she wore a knowing smile. “That’s more like it.” He thought. “So, where are you heading?” “Just going to work?” She replied. “That’s too bad.” Ron said. “I was heading for a cup of coffee and I didn’t want to go alone.” Ron watched closely for her reaction. If she hesitated for a moment, she would go with him. After ten seconds, she had not responded. Finally she said, “Well, I was on my way to Starbucks.” She said coyly. “Oh, really? Do you mind if I join you?” Ron said knowing the battle had been won. “Well sure, that would be nice.” She said. They never actually made it to the coffee shop. Big Ron didn’t have time. Today was the day he going to close the deal. No doubt about it. All the work over the past six months was about to pay off. Somehow in the three blocks, Ron had made enough progress, that he simply walked into the office building that housed the coffee shop and walked into the stairwell without even looking back. He knew she would follow him. Within thirty seconds, he was inside her. He lifted her arms above her head and pinned her against the wall. Slowly, he penetrated her deeply, forcefully. Then he would slide out equally as slowly and then repeat the steady inward thrust. Relentlessly he kept the same rhythm filling her completely then slowly sliding out. She asked him to move faster, then she begged. Big Ron was too disciplined. Experience told him that this method was the best way to ensure she enjoyed herself to the fullest. “You just have to wait for it.” He whispered into her ear as he continued driving into her. After what seemed to be an eternity, she began to lose control. Ron felt it. He knew she was close. As she began the low guttural moan, he slammed deeply into her and pushed hard with his legs. His giant frame almost crushing her into the wall as he pressed farther and throbbed. Within seconds, he felt the explosive release. After he withdrew, he quickly zipped up his pants, turned and walked out of the stairwell without say a word. He didn’t have time. It had taken longer than he expected with that girl. Now, he only had four minutes before the meeting. “No big deal, you got it cold.” He told himself as he quickly exited the building without pausing or glancing over his shoulder. Of course Big Ron was right. This had been the easiest deal he had ever worked. He had found a seller that wanted to sell and a buyer that really wanted to buy. All he did was put them in the same room. The two absolutely loved each other. As a matter of fact, Ron thought they were currently engaging it extra circular activities. It was great. She was a young widow that wanted to liquidate all of her poor dead husband’s estate. He was a trust-funder looking to get into the land development arena to prove he could do more than spend his inheritance. “What a dickhead.” Ron thought. “He never had to work a day in his life.” Ron was jealous, but very happy that the kid was so naive. Ron was charging him a full five points more than his standard rate. “My commission is eleven percent.” Ron had said. “Sounds fair to me.” The kid said without batting an eye. Needless to say, Big Ron was going to make five million on this deal. He really was in a good mood this morning. The elevator opened at the 33rd floor. Big Ron stepped out and walked towards the glass doors embossed with the words “Harrison and Associates”. It always made Ron smile when he saw that. Just because there never were nor would there ever be, any Associates. Big Ron was this company. “Morning Jenny.” Big Ron said cheerfully to his receptionist. “How’s my favorite employee?” He gave her a big smile and a quick wink. “Fine, Ron.” Jenny responded in her typically beaming tone. “How was you weekend?” “Perfect and it just kept going this morning.” He replied feeling very satisfied. “How about you? You and that boyfriend of yours do anything exciting?” “Yeah, but I’ll have to tell you about it later. Your nine o’clock is here.” “What?” Ron said taken aback. “Well, half your nine o’clock is here.” She said. Then more snidely she said. “It’s the witch.” “Keep it down, Jenny. We don’t want to spoil this deal.” He cautioned. “What is she doing here, she’s always late.” “Well, what ever it is, she’s pissed. She couldn’t believe you weren’t here yet.” “Where is she?” Ron asked. “In the conference room.” “Okay, get me some coffee and bring it in, would you?” He asked as he worked to pull his thoughts together. “It’s already in there with the breakfast tray.” “Of course it is. How could I ever doubt you?” Ron quickly walked to the conference room. “Something must really be wrong.” He thought. “She usually keeps us waiting for at least a half hour.” The door swung open and Vicki was seated at the mahogany conference table talking on her cell phone. “…I don’t care.” She said into the phone as she waved Ron into the room. “I want it that way.” She said as she inhaled deeply on her cigarette. “Who does this bitch think she is?” Ron thought. “Oh yeah, the client.” He told himself as he swallowed the words that wanted to come out. “Look, just do it.” She said after a short pause and then she hung up. “Arrgggh, why can’t people just do as their told?” Ash flick. “Where have you been?” “Traffic.” Ron managed to say without betraying his anger. Ron never let anything get in the way of business. This was a big deal and he wasn’t about to blow it by reacting badly. He was just going to suck it up and deal with this bitch. “Whatever,” she said as she searched for an ashtray. “Don’t you have any ashtrays? “Uh … this in a non-smoking building.” Ron replied. “Like every other building in Denver, you stupid bitch.” He thought as he grabbed a plate off of the breakfast tray. “Here use this.” She frowned, took one more drag from her cigarette and reluctantly snuffed it out on the plate Ron offered. “Well, what are you going to do about this environmental group that is trying to prevent development in the Vail Valley?” “What?” Ron responded testily. “You haven’t heard? Isn’t this your business? Aren’t you the expert?” “Yes, but this is the first…” “The first you heard?” She interrupted. “What the hell am I paying you for? I am telling you this?” “First off, I know my job. Secondly, what’s the big deal?” “The big deal? Are you serious?” She asked angrily. “This deal has to go through. I’ve been doing everything I can to seal this deal, including fucking that douche bag. I don’t want it to sour now.” She shrieked. “Look, calm down. First, keep your mouth shut. You know the moron doesn’t watch the news or read the paper, so he doesn’t know anything. Thank God I was busy this weekend and I don’t know anything. If I don’t know anything, I don’t have to tell my client anything. All we have to do is sign the papers and everything is set. So, if you just shut up for the next half hour everything will be fine. You think you can do that?” “Well, what about the …” “I said shut up and I meant it. If you tell me any more, I’ll have to inform my client and that will sour the deal – got it.” “But …” “Vicki, shut the fuck up!” Ron said as he slapped the table for emphasis. That got her attention. Stung by the sharp noise, it took her a moment to react. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided not to when she looked into Ron’s eyes and saw the fury burning. It turned out to be a very wise decision as the door opened ten seconds later and Mr. Trust-Fund walked in the door. “Morning all, you ready to sell some Real Estate?” “Course we are.” Ron said as he turned to Vicki and smiled. Vicki met his smile and nodded her head. Then she looked at Mr. Trust-Fund and gave him a very sultry smile and said, “Of course, honey.” She cooed. “You just sit right down next to me.” “Jesus Christ.” Ron thought as her witnessed her instant transformation. “She’s Frightening, but she is going to make me a bunch of money.” Tags: Fiction, Online Book, Rebeleyeball, Paul Gavin Copyright (c) 2006 Paul Gavin. All rights reserved.