Being best friends for about 7 or 8 years, we had seen each other naked a few times. She started moving her hand up and down on my rod as she said, �...Those damn blondes. Don’t know how to appreciate you right. You need a brunette to show you a good time.’ Her statement wasn’t accurate, but in regards to me it had some truth to it. Every girlfriend I had ever had had been a blonde. No particular reason, just coincidence, but each one hadn’t taken good care of me and broken my heart. For a while. I reach our long dining table that can seat 10 people. I sat in front of my mom while John sits at the head of the table. The two starts talking about work as I, like always, eat my food in silence. “Ria,” I stop eating when I heard my mom say my name, “aren’t you going to congratulate John for saving orphans from a burning building today?” I roll my eyes. She’s been trying to get me to be closer with John ever since they got married since she thinks I don’t like him. It’s not that I don’t like. " I laughed back."Probably true and that is what I want to talk about," he saidseriously. "I want you in my team but I need you to know there arecertain rules about that." Such as?" Well first off I doubt we would pay you as much as you have been usedto, still there is no reason you couldn't still make 6 figures. Next youwould no longer be more of a free lancer, you would have a formalterritory. Third you would have to be a bit more mainstream. I haveheard of some of your ways and to be honest. I even walked passed a couple of shops and cafés before I eventually went back to the jet-ski and back to the yacht. As I’d walked passed the cafés and shops I had the urge to go inside and buy a drink or an ice cream but I didn’t have any money with me. Daddy was sat out in the open wearing only his shorts and drinking champagne when I got back.“This is the life Georgia.” He said.“It certainly is.” I replied before raiding Martina’s hamper and opening another bottle of champagne.As we sat.