Stan’s POV
Getting to the bar, I'm greeted by two hot chics that take me to the bar stand for drinks. Who am I to decline such a delicious offer? I follow them right in with my hands on both their waists. After getting drinks, they pull me up to the dance floor and we dance till we are tired and I invite them to spend the night over at my apartment. Thankfully, I didn’t have too much to drink, so I tip the bartender and the valet and drive out of the bar’s garage with two hot chics to my apartment which was 10 blocks away. This time I ask for their names and try to remember and not mix them up. Alice and Yvonne, Alice is the one with blue eyes like ice and Yvonne has brown eyes, i say repeatedly in my head on the way up to my floor. Once we get into my apartment, the action begins. Seeing that Alice and Yvonne are very experienced, I let them do what they planned to do. They take off their dresses and take turns undressing me. The night ended with everyone feeling satisfied, and I knew I was ready to take on this position and leave Chicago for good in a month’s time.
My alarm goes off and I wake up, the girls are sprawled on the bed and I feel disgusted. Why are they still here? I probably slept off too soon to remember sending them off.
“Morning ladies, you sure do have things to do today, don’t you?” I ask, tapping them awake.
“Morning,” they say at the same time.
“I have to leave soon and you two should probably dress up to leave now.” I tell them and head to my closet to get my purse.
I return to my bedroom and hand them 500 each, “For your ride home ladies.”
“Call us again Stan, Bye.” the one with the blue eyes said for the two of them after they both put the cash into their bras.
As soon as they leave my dad sends a text to meet him at the production house, so he can formally introduce me as the next CEO for Hughs wine. I freshen up and head out. On my way to the wine house, i call gerald to check on him and it goes to voicemail. He is definitely at work, killing himself for peanuts. I hope my dad gives me a positive response about employing him today. The drive from my apartment to the wine house was not a pleasant one because the winery is in the outskirts of town and the road leading there is not fit for a small car like mine. I sigh and cuss all the way to the entrance and thank god that my dad let me handle the business part of the winery. Once I got in, some of the employees recognized me and came by to say hello. A man in his mid 30s, i’m guessing is my dad’s assistant comes out to take me to my dad.
“Hi Stan, I'm jude, Mr. Hughs assistant. He’s waiting for you in his office.” Jude informs me and leads the way to where dad is.
I haven’t been here in a very long time, and it looks different from what I remember. It gets noisier the farther we get in and I wonder how dad comes here at least twice a week. When we get to dad’s office, Jude announces me and leaves the office.
“Come in son, sit.” Dad says with his business voice.
“How are you, son?”, “How are you, Dad?” we ask each other at the same time. We laugh and I answer first, “I’m okay, hoping to do great and not let you down.”
“Oh son, I know you’ll do very well and with Gerald as your accountant, I don't see why not.”
I stand up to hug him, but he motions for me to sit down. That meant he was not finished yet. So I sit and wait for him to continue.
“I know I said you’ll do a month here to understand production and everything that goes on here before heading to NY, but I want you to leave in two weeks. Jude will take you around today to see things for yourself. Do well to ask him questions on anything you do not understand and i’ll have everything ready for you before you leave.
“I also know you would want to get your own apartment in NY, and since it’s a new territory for Hughs, I'm leaving that one to you. What I can do is set you up in a hotel till you get your apartment.” My dad finished and I went over to hug him.
This is Hughs first expansion, even though a lot of five star and three star hotels and restaurants partner with us, this is the first time we’re moving beyond Chicago to build our structure. I hope i don’t let my family down. As soon as i thank my dad and hug him, jude steps in to take me around the winery. I take note of some people I'd bring along to New York and some of the techniques known to only Hughs wine. It’s dark when we finish the tour and i say my goodbyes to everyone and drive back to town.
I contemplate going back to the bar tonight, but my body is longing for my bed, so I drive straight home. On entering my apartment, I see Gerald on my couch drinking beer and watching tv.
“You didn’t say you were coming over dude, you scared me,” I told him as I took off my shoes.
“Sorry man, but you gave me your keys to use whenever I like. Plus you called me, I just came here to know why, since you’re not returning any of my calls from the last three hours.”
I sigh, pulling out my phone which I put on silent while Jude was taking me on the tour of the winery.
“Jeez, you called me five times. I was at the winery, man. And speaking of the winery, you have the accounting job. So get your bags cos we are going to NY in two weeks.”
“Thank you man, but you know i have to give in two weeks notice at work before moving. So, I'm guessing you’ll go ahead and I'll join you in a day or two.” He said more excited about leaving his current job.
I suggested we order take outs while he drafted his two weeks notice and he agreed. After we ate, we decided to play Call of Duty where he trashed me because i let him. Afterall, we were celebrating his new job with Hughs wine.
“By the way, Stan, hope you have told your chics that you are leaving this city for good?” Gerald asks out of the blue and I choke on my drink.
“What the fuck Gerald?” I asked after laughing.
We talk about Gerald’s benefits, the strategies we’ll use to take over New York and later we leave those to look at apartments. After Gerald passes out on the couch, I check for fun places in New York and the result is exciting. I’m excited to be going there in two weeks.
Two weeks later, I'm on a first class flight to New york. Jude made arrangements for me to be comfortable as soon as I landed in New york. There was a driver outside a clean SUV waiting with my name on a tag he raised up. Once i indicated i was Stan Hughs, he picked my luggages while i got into the car, and arranged them in the boot and walked over to the driver’s seat.
As he drives to the hotel, he shows me some places and engages me in small talk. I ask him if he can be my driver till i get a car here and he agreed. We got to the hotel an hour later and i am so tired, so i give him my card and tell him to call me the next day so he can show me around town. The receptionist assigns me a bellboy to take me to my room, after he left i took a shower and slept off. I wake up two hours later, pick up my phone and call my mom to inform her i was in new york. We catch up and she keeps telling me to call her everyday since I'm now all the way in New york. My dad gets on the line and we talk about business, the people from Chicago he’s sending over and the new staff we intend to employ. We stop talking business and catch up on our social life, after what seemed like forever we said our goodbyes.
I ordered hotel food for the night, but tomorrow, New York will know a Hughs is here.
It’s Tuesday, the day I go out to the city to look for a space for my pastry shop. I got ready just in time for the realtor I saw online last night to call.“Amelia? Hi, this is Josh Brown. The realtor from last night.” “Oh hi, this is Amelia. Yes.”“Good. I have three spaces to show you today, if you can come to the address I just texted you in fifteen minutes.”“On my way. Thank you.”I end the call and check my text for the address and put it on my map as i go out to my car.“First day of the rest of Amelia 2.0,” I said to the steering wheel as I adjusted my car seat.I text Emma the address for the space and the realtor's address and phone number for cautionary purposes, then hit the road. I get there in ten minutes and Josh is already there waiting.“Nice to meet you Josh, sorry I kept you waiting.”“It’s okay. Ready to check the space now?’ he asks, and I nod in excitement.We proceed to check the space, this one isn’t like I envisioned it. I take some pictures and ask him the
Amelia’s POVOne month later, the pastry business is up and running. I gave it a homely feel, thanks to Pinterest for the ideas and I took Emma’s advice to put the business on Instagram. Running the business alone has not been easy, and I plan to employ an extra hand once I pay dad back, which is soon. The wine company opposite me is planning their opening party, and I was contracted to handle their dessert by their HR person, Charlie. Charlie is a regular at the store, so she must have convinced them to use my cakes as their dessert. I was invited to the winery to see their budget and make arrangements on where the dessert would be placed. This contract would help boost my social media and on site business, because the winery is a famous one with a large number of followers. Their budget was huge for a 300 person party, but it would help me pay my dad back and have some change to put back in the business, so I took it and tried to hide the joy on my face. I brought some sample cakes
Amelia’s POV After leaving the winery, I head over to my shop on the other side of the road. I sent a text to inform Emma of the progress of the contract when I sat down behind the counter. “Hey, the meeting went okay. But i need an extra hand :-)” Her text comes in almost immediately, “I’ll be there after work. When’s the event again?” “In two days.” After replying to her, I call my suppliers from the farmer’s market for everything I’ll be needing. The items I ordered arrived before Emma, so I started setting them up in my storage. By the time I was done setting up, Emma came in. “You better get an extra hand soon, or pay me to work for you.” she teased as she walked in to meet me. “You’ll always be my first employee.” I say, hugging her. When I pulled out of the hug, I saw Charlie walking over to the shop. “Hi again, Amelia. Hello miss?” Charlie greeted as she walked in. “Emma. Emma is just fine.” “Charlie, this is my best friend, Emma. Em, this is Charlie. She works in t
Stan’s POV I’m in my office going over some documents, when Gerald walks in. “Busy?” He asks. “Not really, just going over some things.” “Charlie was helpful by the way. I like it here already.” “You have to, unless all my efforts to want you here would be in vain.” We both laugh. We went over some plans for the opening party and I was getting hungry, so I asked Gerald to come with me to lunch. We head out, since this is not a typical office with lunch rooms. “When will your car get here?” Gerald asked on our way to the restaurant. “I’m thinking next week. I miss that guy.” The rest of the drive was quiet, we got to the restaurant, ate and headed back to the winery. We stopped for a second and I looked across and noticed that I've never noticed the chocolate shop all the while I've been coming in. I tell the driver to hold on for a bit. “Gerald, have you noticed this shop across?” I ask. “Obviously since it's the only building I see from my office.” “I didn't notice it unti
Amelia’s POV Emma arrives a little after 6pm. I texted her to come dressed for the party, since I now had an employee. When she came, I introduced them and got ready for the party in my kitchen. By the time I came out, Emma and Cara were bonding. That’s how it is with Emma, she’s a free and happy soul, once she’s invited she lights up the whole room. “Ahem. Can we go now?” I ask, startling them but getting their attention. “This dress is beautiful Ame.” Cara said, smiling. “Thank you Cara. you can lock up once it’s 7 and please be here on time tomorrow, okay?” “Yes ma’am.” she replied, taking the stance of a military officer. We all laugh. We leave the shop, but the road is quite busy with cars and people making their way to Hughs Wine for the party. We go in and immediately see Charlie. “The chocolate princess and her best friend. Welcome.” She said, and kissed our cheeks. “Thank you Charlie, you look good.” Emma responds. I should leave them to talk, “I'll go grab a drink. A
Stan’s POV We got to my room before I found out her name. Lina. I probably won’t remember it in the morning, but I need to know it now so I don’t moan out another person’s name. “Didn’t think you'd approach me tonight.” She started, probably wanting to know more about why I approached her. New York chics definitely like to know their men. “You’re my type.” “I’ll assume your type is slender, brown hair, perky boobs, round ass, kissable lips and fuckable cunt.” “Nailed it. And you my dear Lina, have them all. Couldn’t let those pass me by tonight.” “Do you like to go gentle or rough?” “I can’t promise to be gentle for long Lina.” “Good, I like it rough. I’ll just take a quick shower to get this sweat out and I’ll join you in bed.” “Take your time.” I smile as she walks into the bathroom. I haven’t had any woman over since I moved here, and I’m not trying to start anything serious with any woman, but Lina looks like the kind of woman I can keep around for a while, or it’s just
Amelia’s POVIt was a bright Sunday morning in July, and I made plans to surprise Mike in his apartment which was three streets away from mine. Every summer since we started dating five years ago, was spent travelling, exploring new cities and food, having mindblowing sex and meeting new people to expand mike’s crazy business ideas. This year, one of his ideas kicked off into an actual plan so we could not travel anywhere for summer as he was working. I decided to surprise him by coming to his house Sunday morning to transform it into the city we planned to visit, and store some of their local cuisines which I got from some restaurants downtown in his refrigerator. And they were hard to order from because it was summer and some people apparently love trying new food in summer.His building looked the same, tall, classy and intimidating in the choicest part of the city with Tom, the doorman who has been there for over 10 years and was friendly to everyone going in or coming out of the
Amelia’s POVI tried my best to avoid crying on the ride home. I just looked out of the window and thought about the past five years, how Mike was the first long relationship I had and how all the vacations we took every summer made me love him more. I also wondered if he didn’t want to go on this vacation with me because of Kate or was it Kat? The tears were rushing down now and thankfully the driver was pulling up in front of my small apartment. It was nothing fancy like Mike's, but it was mine and I was going to get on my bed and cry for my life. I got down from the cab and spot my corolla with the stupid photo sticker of me and mike on the boot entrance. I walked to the car and tore the sticker out and cussed at everything I could think of. Why was Mike breaking up with me now? How many people have their lives figured out after three years of graduating college? I was going to answer those questions after I ate some Italian food. Once I got into my apartment, I went straight to t
Stan’s POV We got to my room before I found out her name. Lina. I probably won’t remember it in the morning, but I need to know it now so I don’t moan out another person’s name. “Didn’t think you'd approach me tonight.” She started, probably wanting to know more about why I approached her. New York chics definitely like to know their men. “You’re my type.” “I’ll assume your type is slender, brown hair, perky boobs, round ass, kissable lips and fuckable cunt.” “Nailed it. And you my dear Lina, have them all. Couldn’t let those pass me by tonight.” “Do you like to go gentle or rough?” “I can’t promise to be gentle for long Lina.” “Good, I like it rough. I’ll just take a quick shower to get this sweat out and I’ll join you in bed.” “Take your time.” I smile as she walks into the bathroom. I haven’t had any woman over since I moved here, and I’m not trying to start anything serious with any woman, but Lina looks like the kind of woman I can keep around for a while, or it’s just
Amelia’s POV Emma arrives a little after 6pm. I texted her to come dressed for the party, since I now had an employee. When she came, I introduced them and got ready for the party in my kitchen. By the time I came out, Emma and Cara were bonding. That’s how it is with Emma, she’s a free and happy soul, once she’s invited she lights up the whole room. “Ahem. Can we go now?” I ask, startling them but getting their attention. “This dress is beautiful Ame.” Cara said, smiling. “Thank you Cara. you can lock up once it’s 7 and please be here on time tomorrow, okay?” “Yes ma’am.” she replied, taking the stance of a military officer. We all laugh. We leave the shop, but the road is quite busy with cars and people making their way to Hughs Wine for the party. We go in and immediately see Charlie. “The chocolate princess and her best friend. Welcome.” She said, and kissed our cheeks. “Thank you Charlie, you look good.” Emma responds. I should leave them to talk, “I'll go grab a drink. A
Stan’s POV I’m in my office going over some documents, when Gerald walks in. “Busy?” He asks. “Not really, just going over some things.” “Charlie was helpful by the way. I like it here already.” “You have to, unless all my efforts to want you here would be in vain.” We both laugh. We went over some plans for the opening party and I was getting hungry, so I asked Gerald to come with me to lunch. We head out, since this is not a typical office with lunch rooms. “When will your car get here?” Gerald asked on our way to the restaurant. “I’m thinking next week. I miss that guy.” The rest of the drive was quiet, we got to the restaurant, ate and headed back to the winery. We stopped for a second and I looked across and noticed that I've never noticed the chocolate shop all the while I've been coming in. I tell the driver to hold on for a bit. “Gerald, have you noticed this shop across?” I ask. “Obviously since it's the only building I see from my office.” “I didn't notice it unti
Amelia’s POV After leaving the winery, I head over to my shop on the other side of the road. I sent a text to inform Emma of the progress of the contract when I sat down behind the counter. “Hey, the meeting went okay. But i need an extra hand :-)” Her text comes in almost immediately, “I’ll be there after work. When’s the event again?” “In two days.” After replying to her, I call my suppliers from the farmer’s market for everything I’ll be needing. The items I ordered arrived before Emma, so I started setting them up in my storage. By the time I was done setting up, Emma came in. “You better get an extra hand soon, or pay me to work for you.” she teased as she walked in to meet me. “You’ll always be my first employee.” I say, hugging her. When I pulled out of the hug, I saw Charlie walking over to the shop. “Hi again, Amelia. Hello miss?” Charlie greeted as she walked in. “Emma. Emma is just fine.” “Charlie, this is my best friend, Emma. Em, this is Charlie. She works in t
Amelia’s POVOne month later, the pastry business is up and running. I gave it a homely feel, thanks to Pinterest for the ideas and I took Emma’s advice to put the business on Instagram. Running the business alone has not been easy, and I plan to employ an extra hand once I pay dad back, which is soon. The wine company opposite me is planning their opening party, and I was contracted to handle their dessert by their HR person, Charlie. Charlie is a regular at the store, so she must have convinced them to use my cakes as their dessert. I was invited to the winery to see their budget and make arrangements on where the dessert would be placed. This contract would help boost my social media and on site business, because the winery is a famous one with a large number of followers. Their budget was huge for a 300 person party, but it would help me pay my dad back and have some change to put back in the business, so I took it and tried to hide the joy on my face. I brought some sample cakes
It’s Tuesday, the day I go out to the city to look for a space for my pastry shop. I got ready just in time for the realtor I saw online last night to call.“Amelia? Hi, this is Josh Brown. The realtor from last night.” “Oh hi, this is Amelia. Yes.”“Good. I have three spaces to show you today, if you can come to the address I just texted you in fifteen minutes.”“On my way. Thank you.”I end the call and check my text for the address and put it on my map as i go out to my car.“First day of the rest of Amelia 2.0,” I said to the steering wheel as I adjusted my car seat.I text Emma the address for the space and the realtor's address and phone number for cautionary purposes, then hit the road. I get there in ten minutes and Josh is already there waiting.“Nice to meet you Josh, sorry I kept you waiting.”“It’s okay. Ready to check the space now?’ he asks, and I nod in excitement.We proceed to check the space, this one isn’t like I envisioned it. I take some pictures and ask him the
Stan’s POVGetting to the bar, I'm greeted by two hot chics that take me to the bar stand for drinks. Who am I to decline such a delicious offer? I follow them right in with my hands on both their waists. After getting drinks, they pull me up to the dance floor and we dance till we are tired and I invite them to spend the night over at my apartment. Thankfully, I didn’t have too much to drink, so I tip the bartender and the valet and drive out of the bar’s garage with two hot chics to my apartment which was 10 blocks away. This time I ask for their names and try to remember and not mix them up. Alice and Yvonne, Alice is the one with blue eyes like ice and Yvonne has brown eyes, i say repeatedly in my head on the way up to my floor. Once we get into my apartment, the action begins. Seeing that Alice and Yvonne are very experienced, I let them do what they planned to do. They take off their dresses and take turns undressing me. The night ended with everyone feeling satisfied, and I kne
Stan’s POV I wake up with a pounding feeling in my head, which I blame on the many tequila shots I took last night. And why is Marie or was it Dennise still on my bed? “Hey Stan, last night was fun. We should do it again sometime”, the lady, whose name I don’t remember said and got off the bed into her dress. I’m unsure of what happened last night, so I do not respond. “Call me, okay?”, she said as she walked out of my apartment. After she is gone, I try to recall the events of last night. I remember talking to my dad and him whining about me taking the family business seriously, and I think we ended up fighting. We definitely ended up fighting. After that, I went to the bar to hang and get a drink. As usual, people from the bar recognize me and come to me for all kinds of favors, from jobs to partnership to things I can't even remember. Gerald, my good friend will always say, “these things come with being the heir to a well known and successful winery.” Maybe he is right. Every gi
Amelia’s POVI tried my best to avoid crying on the ride home. I just looked out of the window and thought about the past five years, how Mike was the first long relationship I had and how all the vacations we took every summer made me love him more. I also wondered if he didn’t want to go on this vacation with me because of Kate or was it Kat? The tears were rushing down now and thankfully the driver was pulling up in front of my small apartment. It was nothing fancy like Mike's, but it was mine and I was going to get on my bed and cry for my life. I got down from the cab and spot my corolla with the stupid photo sticker of me and mike on the boot entrance. I walked to the car and tore the sticker out and cussed at everything I could think of. Why was Mike breaking up with me now? How many people have their lives figured out after three years of graduating college? I was going to answer those questions after I ate some Italian food. Once I got into my apartment, I went straight to t