Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I looked up to find the manager, Brian Staganoff, standing in the doorway of my open office.
“Sure,” I said carefully. “What’s up?”
I was about to fire him. In fact, I’d planned on doing that after lunch when Truth had time to come and get his son.
And yes, I say his son, because he definitely wasn’t my son. There was no evidence beside him coming out of my vagina…and even then I could play that off due to me being delirious and high on the good medications.
“I need to apologize for my behavior a few nights ago.”
My brows went up.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
This should be good.
Hearing him explain why he called another waitress a cunt in front of the entire fucking bar should entertain me greatly. And yes, I did say another waitress.
Apparently, he’d done it before, quite a few times. This had been the only time I’d been present to hear it.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said through clenched teeth.
He really, really didn’t want to be here apologizing to me.
In fact, he likely wouldn’t have bothered had my husband not been present as well.
I’d been willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, at first, but after getting the fourth complaint about his behavior and deplorable attitude today, I knew that something else had to give.
He had to go.
Though, I was willing to admit I hated firing people, even if they were douche canoes like this one.
“Okay,” I said, ready to hear him explain why in the world he thought it was okay to tell a woman that the only thing she was good for was her warm cunt.
Though, that had been after he’d called her an actual cunt.
I listened to him apologize, and barely contained the laughter in my eyes when Truth showed up a few minutes into his explanation and subsequent apology. He listened, rolled his eyes, and made jacking off motions when the sweetness of Brian’s voice made both of us wince.
“I’m sorry, Brian,” I said. “I was going to do this later, after lunch, but since you’re already in here and you know what this is about, I’m going to have to let you go. I can’t have any employees working at this pub who don’t respect the patrons and their coworkers. Truth’s grandfather cared for his waitresses, and he would never be okay with the way you treated Bonita two nights ago.”
Brian’s entire body locked. “You can’t fire me.”
My brows rose, and Truth started to vibrate with laughter as he tried to keep it quiet and not alert the man that he was standing behind him.
“Yes,” I pushed back from my chair and stood up. My pants, which had been digging into my belly, finally loosened, allowing me to breathe again. I’d gained a ton of weight (over seventy pounds) during my pregnancy, and still, months after having our son, I was trying to lose the weight. Slowly but surely. In the meantime, all of my clothes still fit like shit, and my pants were tight as hell and digging into my belly when I sat down for longer than three seconds. “I can. I’m sorry to have to do this, and I hate that I have to do it, but as of now, you no longer are employed by Breaker Pub.”
“You’re a fucking bitch,” he said, ripping off his name tag and tossing it.
The problem was that he tossed it in the direction of our son, who I could hear moving around in the pack and play.
The moment the name badge hit the wall beside his head, Ernest Junior, better known as EJ, started to really scream.
I closed my eyes for the next bit.
That was because I had shit in my hair. I had shit on my shirt and pants. I also had vomit down my back that I was trying really hard not to overthink. And Truth, being the overprotective man he was over his wife and child, struck.
He grabbed Brian by the coat collar, yanked him to face him, and then decked him.
“Mother. Fucker.”
***
Four hours later, I was fairly sure that I’d talked Brian out of pressing charges.
Though, to do that I had to offer him a severance check that was quite substantial.
And did Truth care one single bit that he’d cost the pub over four thousand dollars? Hell no.
He was sitting there, EJ in his arms, staring at the game on the TV with Sean sitting next to him.
A recently broken up Sean, who was less Seanshine and more Seanstorm.
Though, I didn’t call him that to his face.
“Would you stop pacing?” Truth growled without breaking away from the stupid fucking game that he was watching.
I narrowed my eyes.
“The quarterback gets hurt, and they lose the game in the fifth.”
Truth froze, then calmly leaned over, handed EJ to Sean who was trying not to laugh, and stood up.