Page 65 of In League with Ivy

Let’s not mention being handcuffed to the bed with Ivy in rubber, threatening to piss on me.

“You’re doing good work, Chase. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

He held a finger in the air. “But I still expect you to marry and settle down. I want to leave this company in capable hands.”

I swallowed a lump of frustration. What about my luxury hotel destination ambition?

Refusing to go all gloomy on myself, I thought of bringing in my own team. I could wear two hats by outsourcing.

With that tiring idea swirling about, I left the office and practically staggered back to my place for a well-deserved snooze.