Free Forever Together (Forever Love #2) by Jade Whitfield Page A

face will do that. I don’t get what the obsession is, it makes me wanna shudder the thought of some quack sticking a needle in my face.
    "Brady, darling." My mom quickly walks on over and takes a seat next to me before squeezing me in a hug.
    "Hey Mom, I wasn’t expecting you." My voice is still scratchy from sleep.
    "Well your Father has a meeting in Savanna in a few days so we thought we'd head home early."
    My Father, yeah right! She can call him that as much as she pleases and she can have him sign a dotted line that gives me a surname, but that douche is most definitely not my fucking father. No, my father's a drunk that kicked the bucket in his own vomit when I was two. My mom’s good looks managed to get her a rich husband who was willing to settle down in her hometown as well as take on a brat. I still think the only reason he did that is because the guy ain't got the juice to pop any kids of his own out.
    I don’t tell my Mom that I think her husband's a jackass that’s doing his secretary. I've seen the way Sandra slutface fucking looks at him and I don’t trust his ass one bit anyway so I have no doubt he’s giving her reasons to look at him like that. If I had proof, I'd knock his teeth out, but I'll bide my time.
    "Sweetheart, we have to leave in twenty minutes for our brunch meeting." Speak of the devil! Old Bob comes striding into the room, his immaculate three-piece suit hasn’t even got a speck of dust on it. Shit, if I wear a suit, the fuckers all creased up and probably got a ketchup stain on after half hour. "Brady, I wasn’t expecting you to be up this early. It's not even noon yet." I let out a fake ass laugh at his little dig. "Have you done those spreadsheets I asked you to?"
    Ah and there we go. One of the reasons I left good old Hollywood was because old Bob here offered me a job. At the time it was better than the endless classes and shitty parties. Seriously, who knew that college was nothing like in 'Bad Neighbors'? The fraternities were filled with entitled dicks and the football team had about as much chance of reaching the Championship as Elvis does, even six feet down in the ground.
    "Yes." I sigh. I did them in an hour while I was waiting for the pizza to arrive the other night. Whoever says Papa Rayman’s pizza place is "the fastest pizza in Georgia" is a liar.
    "Good. There’s a list of things I need you to do. After all, I’m not paying you for nothing am I?" That’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s paying me for nothing because I'll do his shitty spreadsheets and fill out his thousands of forms when I damn well feel like it. I don’t say that though as I don’t think I can face my Mom's tears and squeaky sobs this early in the morning.
    "Ok, well have a nice brunch." I say, bopping outta the door and making my way up the stairs.
    "Oh, Brady, don’t forget the company’s fourth of July barbeque next week. It would be best if you don’t turn up in sweats." He says the word as if they’re the most disgusting thing on the planet. I'd tell him to go fuck himself if my Mom didn’t look like she’s five seconds away from some kinda anxiety attack.
    "Sure thing."
    I trudge my way up the stairs, feeling Bob's glare on my back as I do. What my Mom sees in the douchebag I'll never know. The guys got a stick up his ass a mile long. Hell, what he sees in my Mom I'll never know. I mean, she’s a good looking woman and from the pictures I've seen from when I was little she was a complete knockout, but how she went from being married to some drunk that worked in a junkyard to marrying a millionaire blows my fucking mind. He’s some hotshot businessman that came to Georgia from Boston and works in a high-rise building and she was a waitress that worked in the local diner and was born, raised and married in Franklin. She even went to school with Tucker's Mom who is about as far from refined as you can get. I don’t think I've ever heard a woman swear like a sailor as much as she