White Wolves MC: A BWWM Interracial Romance (20 page)

“Gatsby dies in the end, Nick,” I grumbled. “Your choice of reading material is not making me feel anymore confident.”

“You could always start a charity or a foundation,” Nicholas suggested finally, setting down the book. “Something that’ll get people distracted, that’ll make them think of you as a philanthropist, rather than a wife-beating billionaire.”

“I’m not…”

“Damn it, Keith!” Nicholas roared, turning on me. “I know you’re a fine, decent man but that’s not what you pay me for. I’m telling you what this says you are! That’s what you pay me for!”

He strode up to my desk, pointing at the tabloid.

“And this says you’re a rich playboy who slaps around his ex-wife, a girl barely out of college! It doesn’t say anything about her using drugs or cheating on you or kicking you out of your house! All it says is that you were seen with your hands on her outside of a nightclub!”

Nicholas was one of the only people I’d let talk to me that way, and even then, it was hard not to leap over my desk and throw a left-hook into his jaw.

Hell, if I did that, he wouldn’t even hold it against me. And not just because he’d be too busy holding a package of frozen carrots against his cracked jaw.

But that would’ve been a waste of time.

And besides, he was right. Right about every damned thing.

“Fine. Fine,” I growled. “I’ll look for… Something. Some way to give back.”

“Think of it as a long term plan. Look at Bill Gates—billionaire to philanthropist. Don’t see it as a chore. See it as an opportunity.”

All right. I would try to see it as an opportunity.

At least this seemed like something I could, literally, throw money at. My favorite way to pass the time.

White Wolves M: A BWWM Interracial Romance

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