King Of Nothing by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Author:Aurora Rose Reynolds [Reynolds, Aurora Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-29T00:00:00+00:00

15

ROMAN

37.7749° N, 122.4194° W

Ihear a knock and glance at the closed bathroom door as the shower turns on. Walking from the bedroom to the living room of the suite I got Elora and me for the next three days, I open the door, and a woman with a short bob who looks to be around my mother’s age moves her eyes over my tattoos, seeming caught off guard.

“Mr. King?”

“Samantha?”

“No, Samantha is downstairs. I’m Vivian.” She forces a smile and begins pushing a cart into the room. Turning to face me, her eyes wander over me again from my tee to my shorts and bare feet. “We have your credit card on file, right? Samantha is the one who took your call and⁠—”

“I gave her my card over the phone,” I cut her off, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch and wait for her to question my ability to pay for the items I asked Samantha to send up. Things I don’t think Elora needs, but I never want her to feel uncomfortable for any reason, and I know the restaurant in the hotel is considered “fine dining,” which means they have a dress code in place.

“Do you mind if I have a peek at it?”

“Stay here,” I order and walk across the suite to the bedroom, where I left my wallet. Her reaction to me doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. My tattoos tend to catch people off guard. My grandfather and father were both pissed when I got my first sleeve at eighteen. My grandfather told me to my face that no one would respect a man covered in ink.

His preconceived notion only made me more determined to prove him wrong.

That year, I closed seven real estate deals and made my first ten million on my own. For a long while after that, every time I closed on a property, I got another tattoo. It’s been a couple of years since I got a new one, but my point was made. A silent “fuck you” and a physical reminder to my father and grandfather that their way of looking at the world no longer existed. Mostly, at least.

My clients tend to be younger, the majority of them born from the same old money I was or new money with my same mindset. That mindset included you can’t judge a person based solely on their appearance — not in this day and age.

Hearing the shower still going and wanting Vivian gone before Elora gets out, I grab my wallet off the dresser and take it with me to the living room. I pass her my black card, and her eyes widen slightly before I hand her my ID so she can confirm I am who I say I am.

“Thank you.” She passes the cards back, her hands shaking. “If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. Whatever you don’t want, just let me know, and I’ll be back up to retrieve them along with the cart.

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