She certainly had surprised him this morning, when she called him to wish him luck. Gone, was the insecure girl who thought he had run away from her, and instead he was graced with the woman who had faith in him and his promises. He stepped into the elevator and rode it to the top floor. Smiling to himself, he felt a calmness he had never felt before.
He stepped off the elevator and walked the long corridor to the elder Foti’s corner office. He didn’t think to knock, especially since there was no one else in sight. He wondered for a moment where his father's secretary was, but shrugged it off. The son of a bitch probably fired her because she was getting too old. Nick was wise to his father’s ways, and knew that every secretary that worked with him had an expiration date. Once they began to age and their bodies weren’t a glorious distraction to the old man, he let them go and hired a new girl fresh from the temp agency. He had watched his father corrupt quite a few women while he lived here. He shook his head and opened the door to the office.
Nick stopped mid stride, his eyes widened in shock. He would kick himself later for allowing himself; to be shocked. He watched his father still in between thrusting his dick into the little wench on his desk. There Erica sat propped on his father’s desk, her legs spread as wide as they would go, apparently, and she had perfected that position. Erica slapped the old man’s shoulder.
“Why did you stop?” She half whined, half panted.
Nick Foti Sr., looked at his son like a deer caught in headlights, or an old man caught with his pants down as he screwed his son’s ex.
Nick raised an eyebrow towards his father. “Don’t stop on my account.” He said flatly and nodded towards the eager whore on the desk that played him and suckered him into coming here.
Erica turned at the sound of his voice, her face turned an ugly shade of red.
“Nick this isn’t what it looks like.” His father said as he bent down to pull his pants up.
Nick leaned against the wall and laughed out loud. “You’re right, it’s not. I’m sure it’s worse.” He watched amused as his father zipped his pants and Erica hopped off the desk. So this is what it was like, he mused. This is what it looked like when Sam walked into his office all those years ago. Suddenly, he felt disgusted and not by the situation he had walked in on, but the one that he had been a part of. He glanced at Erica watching as she swept the room, looking anywhere but towards him.
“So how long has this been going on?” Nick asked, and he kept his eyes on Erica. The bitch would have to look at him eventually. She flew across the country and disrupted his life for what? To get ahead with his father, that didn’t seem right, all she had to do was spread her legs for him.
“This doesn’t change anything.” His father said.
“Oh, it changes everything.” Nick said and didn’t divert his gaze from Erica. Slowly she lifted her head and looked him in the eye.
“I’m sorry.” She murmured and he took a quick step towards her, holding her gaze before she looked away again.
“What’re you sorry for?” He asked. “Because I could care less who you fuck Erica, even if it is my old man.” His icy gaze transfixed on her. “The only thing you should be sorry for is showing up at my apartment.” He laughed in her face. “I’m an asshole for actually feeling sorry for a woman like you.”
“He made me go to New York!” She said as she pointed an accusing finger towards Mr. Foti.
He cleared his throat and cut her down with a stare. “That’s enough from you.”
“Like fuck it is!” She spat back at him. “Tell your son the truth!”
Nick looked back and forth between the two of them, not sure what to make of their interaction with one another. He was quickly realizing he didn’t care.
“I’m warning you Erica.” Mr. Foti barked through gritted teeth.
She snarled at him and turned towards Nick. “The investors won’t back your father. They specifically requested you on this deal. You were a bargaining chip. If you’re not part of the deal, they walk. They want you to oversee everything which ultimately means if those papers are signed, you are bound to this project. Whether you agree or not the minute that deal is signed you are legally tied to seeing it through.”
“Don’t listen to her, she’s nothing and she knows nothing. Good for only one thing.”
Erica grabbed her pocketbook and turned back to Nick. “I’m sorry I mislead you.”
Nick didn’t give much time to process her words. He grabbed her arm as she brushed passed him to leave. She looked at him, her eyes full of unshed tears.
“You don’t even seem like you like him. Why’d you do it?” He asked her.