Chapter 3. The Client

It was still ten o clock when got home. The training session was a waste of time. My abs still hurt, I could only hit the sack and didn't train for anything more. Fred was still being a dick, by telling me that he was going to ask for grandmother's help.

I poured myself a glass of whiskey, and get my stash of cigars from its humidor. I cut the cap smoothly, and light up the foot with my butane lighter. Then I sat back and relax on the open-air patio.

Damn! This is heaven, I've been waiting for this moment since this morning.

I slowly draw my cigar and enjoy the fine taste of the tobacco. My brain was busy thinking about what did I get myself into. This sugar-baby thing was definitely not my style. But I got to save my brother's ass.

Me and my morals...Damn!

I drink my whiskey slowly and taste the malt, I sighed and relax back in the chair. An hour later I finally got back inside, and do my dishes. Then I took a quick shower and put