Who's Your Daddy 2015 by Phil Mitchell - HTML preview

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Chapter 16.

It is now 10.00 am. Harry & Amanda are standing by the communal swimming pool of their newly acquired 6 villa complex.

Harry is looking pleased with himself. "Should get a fare bit of rent out of these beauties."

Amanda with her business head on, "We'll have to use your little friends Estate Agents to help us with that."

Harry, still trying to save a penny, "Yeah, but we got this lot for free."

"Tell that to poor old Bob."

"Tell it to poor old Vince. He's the one who's paid for this lot."

They hear Vince's voice shouting at them from a distance. They turn to see Vince & Mandy coming into their complex, "Oye, what you lot up to?"

"Taking a look at our new villas."

"I know one thing. I'm never playing golf with you again."

Harry's looks a little puzzled, "What you doing here?"

Vince points over towards another villa complex next door, "Taking a look at them villas over there."

As Harry lights up his first cigar of the day he slowly turns back from looking at the next door villas, "I'll play ya for em."

Amanda playfully hits Harry on the arm, "Don't be so mean."

Harry pretending to be hurt, "What you on about?"

"You know."

This conversation now has Vince's attention, "What?"

"You going to tell him."

"Tell me what?"

Harry isn't about to let Vince in on his secret, "Nothing."

Amanda waving an arm around at the villa complex, "You've already got these villas, be fare."

Vince wants to know, "What's she on about?"

Harry takes a large draw of his cigar. Slowly blowing out the smoke, and enjoying the effect from it. Looks at Vince, "I'm supposed to be a mean hard bastard villain, why the fuck would I want to be fare?

Amanda being of a somewhat kinder nature, "Because this is too easy, it's like taking candy from a baby."

Vince still none the wiser, "Will someone tell me what the fuck you're going on about?"

"He was an assistant pro at Walton Heath golf course for three years."

"You bastard. You never said,”

"What can I say. I'm a bad person. Plus as you said before. It's not as if we go to Fortnum's for tea, and bickies, is it?"

"We all know that. You Bastard"