A Summer To Remember (Seasons of Love & Lust Book 1) by Selene Chardou Page B
Authors: Selene Chardou
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couldn’t stick his pencil dick in any other woman ever again. Does that answer all your questions about my feelings for Kevin?”
Paul looked quite satisfied as he finally ate a piece of his gyro. “You mean he didn’t have a big cock? That is shocking.”
“Cut the shit, Paul. You shared swim class with him at the Academy. You or Jude could have told me what he was packin’ because it wasn’t much and his looks weren’t enough to make up for an average-sized dick.”
“Men’s cocks aren’t really high on my agenda, Jerri. I didn’t tell you because some men can look small but be adequate when the time comes to ‘close escrow’, you get my drift? I wasn’t there when you two were intimate and really, how would it look, me telling you the guy you’re dating has a small dick? Does that seriously make any sense to you?”
I laughed out loud again and took another sip from my wine. “Fine. I’m asking too much from you. Why do you keep bringing Kevin up anyway? He is a person I would never talk about ever again if I had my way.”
Paul set his knife and fork down. “He’s on the hook for insider trading. Jude and I can prove it but we were reluctant to report it because we didn’t know how you felt about him.”
Chapter Seven
Though I wanted to laugh yet again, I kept up my poker face.
“Why doesn’t this surprise me? Insider trading? What is he doing and how was he so incredibly stupid he got caught? Wait, don’t answer that—Kevin was never the sharpest tool in the shed.”
“Jude and I discovered it by accident really. He’s been telling his friends about when a stock is going to hit the roof and they buy up a bunch of this stock before it goes berserk. He has also been informing his buddies about when a stock is going to go south, and they of course dump it before the shit really hits the fan.
“At first, Jude and I just thought he was getting lucky. It just so happened all three of us were working late one night. We work in different departments but I was going to the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee when I heard him on the phone. With the permission of upper management and based upon our observations, we were allowed access to all of his activity within CDG and we found out there was a pattern. It’s too much of one to be a coincidence, and when you combine that with what I heard him tell his friend…” He shrugged.
“Why didn’t he just text the guy?”
“Probably because our phones are monitored and he uses some sort of code. It was easy enough for me to break because I know what to listen for. Others might not have been as quick on the uptake. Except Jude, of course, because he would have known in a heartbeat,” Paul explained.
“Hmm, an unfortunate situation for him indeed. I can’t really say I feel sorry for him because I don’t. As far as I am concerned, you and Jude can take his ass to the cleaners. Get him fired, and you two better damn make sure he never gets a job at any blue chip investment company again. I don’t care what happens to him. He means less than nothing to me.” Paul finished up his gyro in several bites and wiped his mouth. “I just don’t understand it. I get the whole ‘he means nothing to me’ part, but you aren’t the least bit concerned he will probably serve some jail time over what he has done? Since the whole banking fiasco of 2008, insider trading is taken more seriously than ever and there are no guarantees—even with all the powerful connections Kevin has in his personal arsenal—that he’s going to be able to weasel out of this.”
I threw my napkin on the remainder of my gyro and swallowed what was left of my wine. “I don’t care, because what he did to me was far worse. Perhaps he needs to spend some time in prison reflecting upon all the wrongs he’s done against other people. However, I know Kevin, and as far as he’s concerned, what he has been doing is a victimless
Paul looked quite satisfied as he finally ate a piece of his gyro. “You mean he didn’t have a big cock? That is shocking.”
“Cut the shit, Paul. You shared swim class with him at the Academy. You or Jude could have told me what he was packin’ because it wasn’t much and his looks weren’t enough to make up for an average-sized dick.”
“Men’s cocks aren’t really high on my agenda, Jerri. I didn’t tell you because some men can look small but be adequate when the time comes to ‘close escrow’, you get my drift? I wasn’t there when you two were intimate and really, how would it look, me telling you the guy you’re dating has a small dick? Does that seriously make any sense to you?”
I laughed out loud again and took another sip from my wine. “Fine. I’m asking too much from you. Why do you keep bringing Kevin up anyway? He is a person I would never talk about ever again if I had my way.”
Paul set his knife and fork down. “He’s on the hook for insider trading. Jude and I can prove it but we were reluctant to report it because we didn’t know how you felt about him.”
Chapter Seven
Though I wanted to laugh yet again, I kept up my poker face.
“Why doesn’t this surprise me? Insider trading? What is he doing and how was he so incredibly stupid he got caught? Wait, don’t answer that—Kevin was never the sharpest tool in the shed.”
“Jude and I discovered it by accident really. He’s been telling his friends about when a stock is going to hit the roof and they buy up a bunch of this stock before it goes berserk. He has also been informing his buddies about when a stock is going to go south, and they of course dump it before the shit really hits the fan.
“At first, Jude and I just thought he was getting lucky. It just so happened all three of us were working late one night. We work in different departments but I was going to the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee when I heard him on the phone. With the permission of upper management and based upon our observations, we were allowed access to all of his activity within CDG and we found out there was a pattern. It’s too much of one to be a coincidence, and when you combine that with what I heard him tell his friend…” He shrugged.
“Why didn’t he just text the guy?”
“Probably because our phones are monitored and he uses some sort of code. It was easy enough for me to break because I know what to listen for. Others might not have been as quick on the uptake. Except Jude, of course, because he would have known in a heartbeat,” Paul explained.
“Hmm, an unfortunate situation for him indeed. I can’t really say I feel sorry for him because I don’t. As far as I am concerned, you and Jude can take his ass to the cleaners. Get him fired, and you two better damn make sure he never gets a job at any blue chip investment company again. I don’t care what happens to him. He means less than nothing to me.” Paul finished up his gyro in several bites and wiped his mouth. “I just don’t understand it. I get the whole ‘he means nothing to me’ part, but you aren’t the least bit concerned he will probably serve some jail time over what he has done? Since the whole banking fiasco of 2008, insider trading is taken more seriously than ever and there are no guarantees—even with all the powerful connections Kevin has in his personal arsenal—that he’s going to be able to weasel out of this.”
I threw my napkin on the remainder of my gyro and swallowed what was left of my wine. “I don’t care, because what he did to me was far worse. Perhaps he needs to spend some time in prison reflecting upon all the wrongs he’s done against other people. However, I know Kevin, and as far as he’s concerned, what he has been doing is a victimless
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