Billionaire Flawed 2(124)

Hi sis, it's me.

Hey Sam what's up. You sound drunk.

That's because I am drunk. Listen, can I come and stay with you for a few days?

Sure. But what about work?

What work. I'm out of a job.

Jesus Sam, are you okay. Can I do anything?

I'll be with you tomorrow. Okay?

The following morning Sam ignored all the calls Lizzie had made to him during the evening and night and packed his bag. It was six am, and he wanted to leave before Lizzie had a chance to come round. He locked the door, threw his bag into the trunk of his car and set off for the five hundred mile journey to Flushing Creek, his childhood home.

The journey passed uneventfully. He stopped a couple of times to refuel and eat, both times he ignored Lizzie's frantic texts.

Hey Davy, Sam shouted as he pulled into the driveway at his sister's home and saw his seven-year-old nephew sitting on the yard wall.

Uncle Sam, Davey exclaimed jumping from the wall and running to Sam's car. How long are you staying?

A few days, Sam said as he got out of the car. Here, I brought something for you. Sam reached onto the rear seat and handed Davey a new football with the name Westchester College in it.

Wow, thanks, he said and ran off to test its aerodynamic potential in the yard.

My older brother, Alison exclaimed as she put her arms around Sam.

That's quite some bump you've got there. Sam put his hand on her swollen belly.

Another six weeks and she'll be with us, Alison said proudly.

That's great. How's George?

He's fine, working too hard as usual. But his firm is doing really well.

Sam looked at the house his sister lived in, and could see how well her husband's business was doing. It was a large detached house with a pool and a tennis court.

Come in and eat, Alison said.

After Sam had eaten, he rested for a while and talked to George when he arrived back from work. George was an accountant and a man Sam had nothing in common with at all. They managed to hold a conversation for thirty minutes before they resorted to the weather and intermittent silence.

I'm going to the Lion to see what's going on,Sam said at around eight.

The Lion was a music cafe in town which Sam used to frequent when he was young man.

You're a bit too old for that aren't you? Alison joked.

Thanks, sis, Sam shouted as he closed the door behind him.

The town looked just the same as it had twenty years ago. It was a sleepy place with around three thousand inhabitants. The Lion was on the corner of the main square, and as Sam approached it, he heard the familiar sound of jazz emanating from the door. A few people were gathered outside smoking. Sam pushed passed them and went inside. The Lion also hadn't changed much. Many of the same pictures were hanging on the walls as twenty years ago. Most of them were pictures of musicians from BB King to Jimi Hendrix.

A jazz band was playing on the stage by the rear wall. The bar was to the left and ran the length of the room. There were a few characters who Sam recognized standing at the bar. A couple of them he'd been to school with. He walked to the bar and ordered a beer. The young lady with pink and blue hair put a beer mat down in front of him and poured his drink.

Sam? a woman's voice said.

Jesus, Elvina, Sam said as he looked at the attractive woman standing next to him. She was about five six and had long black hair. You look great.

You don't look so bad yourself. What brings you home to Flushing Creek?

Needed a break.

Are you still a football coach?

Sort of.

It's so nice to see you. Can I get you a drink?

No allow me. He ordered a beer for Elvina, and they clinked glasses. How long is it since we've seen each other? he asked.

Fifteen years. Something like that,she said.

He'd forgotten quite how attractive she was. She was wearing tight jeans which clung to her shapely figure. Wow it's so great to see you. Are you married?

No, divorced. I've got a couple of kids. Two lovely girls.

What brings you here?

I live close by, and when I'm at a loose end, I come for a drink and listen to the music. How about you? You got married didn't you?

Yes and divorced like you. But I haven't got any children, unfortunately.

You sound sad about it, she said pushing her hair from her face.

Sam looked at her. He liked women wearing lips gloss, and she was wearing plenty. In fact, she was very well made up. It's something I regret.

You talk as if your eighty, she said.

Forty next birthday.

It only seems like yesterday when used to hang around together. We even made love once, do you remember?

Sam cringed. I do. And I remember I wasn't very good.

You had a premature ejaculation, she said without consideration to his feelings.

Yes. How embarrassing. I was only seventeen, and you were so hot. I remember I couldn't help myself.

It didn't matter, though. I got you to satisfy me in another way I remember. She sipped her beer and narrowed her gaze.