Jamie Rizzo Novels & Stories

I let out a laugh. “Zac, we’re a tech company. What do you think a gavel-holding auctioneer like Jamie can possibly do here?” Jamie, standing nearby, quickly grew flustered and interjected, “I’m young and attractive. There’s nothing I can’t do. “Ria, just because you rely on wealthy older men, does that mean you have to question every woman’s intentions?” Her voice was loud enough to draw attention from everyone nearby. Noticing the growing audience, Jamie raised her voice even more.

Rico drawled, setting up himself on the beach chair with his own plate, and booze. “Even the voice!” Ryan exclaimed. “What is wrong bro?” Then he turned to Pete who was approaching them. “I think it’s too late for a mid-life crisis, Pete. Help me out here.” Pete laughed as he sat down on the recliner, and faced the other two. “But seriously Rico, what’s up? You know you can trust us.” “Exactly. James isn’t here.” Rico sighed, and glanced around. Then pulled off his shades. “I had a fight with Jessi,” Rico said, matter of factly.

I sighed. “VIP Zaddy?” Gabe asked. I nodded. “I was with him when Char pulled me out of a session,” I said. Gabe has never met Chance but he knew as much as I did that Chance contributed to my income the most out of all of the clients I have, or had and he was the nicest among my clients. “I’m sure your manager is going to let him know he can’t book you anymore,” Gabe said. “There’s nothing you can do about that. Are you wanting to do more with this client?” Gabe asked curiously.

Another pause. A different kind now. I found myself watching his profile as he leaned over to adjust the frame—sharp lines, unreadable expression. “Wesley,” I said slowly, “can I ask you something?” His eyes met mine. “Salvatore Rizzo. Is he really that bad?” He straightened up, studying me. His posture shifted slightly, like a wall raising itself. “Juan told you all that, huh?” I shrugged. “A little.” Wesley didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the canvas like it was easier to talk to paint than a person. Finally, he spoke—low, controlled.