She held three jobs prior to marrying Adam Blackmore.A cashier at Walmart back in Arizona, waitress in Manhattan, and then the modeling gig where they met.
That’s it.
It sounds like their entire marriage he’s been controlling.She hasn’t been allowed to work or further her education as she desired.He kept all their money under his name and forced her to undertake business duties she wasn’t paid for.
I’ve seen that kind of control before by wealthy men and find it revolting.
Are their cocks not big enough?
I pressed her again later in the evening, and she sighed, replying,Mr.Sterling, it was what my husband expected.
Courtney doesn’t strike me as a woman who puts up with a man running her life, and yet that’s what happened.Why?
With me she’s confident and sassy.
Hell, that wink took me by surprise.
You’re my lawyer, not a date and not my friend.Remember?
Oh, I remember.
I had to wonder if she didn’t want me walking her to her door because John the painter was waiting to service her pussy.
I grind my teeth.
I shouldn’t give a damn what John was doing to Courtney’s pussy.She says they’re over, but who knows.
The fact that it irked me...irked me.
Which means I’ve officially lost my fucking mind over a client who I apparently want to undress and have my wicked way with and can’t.
Wonderful.
“Hey buddy.”
I snap out of my haze to see Dereck, Drew’s cousin, jogging on the spot before me.
I nearly ran into him.
“Oh, hey.Morning,” I puff.
I’ve been pushing myself hard this morning.
I glance back and spot Freddie a few feet behind.He looks grateful for the break even though the guy is ex-special forces and much fitter than I am, which is fair.The guy uses the company gym during the day while I’m sitting on my ass in meetings.
Then again, I make billions while sitting on my ass.I can’t complain, though; my physique is in good condition.
“Heard you’re working the Blackmore divorce.”Dereck plants his hands on his hips, drawing in oxygen.
It’s not a secret.Courtney announced it, and he would have heard about Adam’s infidelity claim.These things are gossiped about among the business community like teenage girls.
I lean into a stretch.“I am.”
He knows I can’t talk about it, so I’m surprised he brought it up.
“Think she’s guilty?Another Sandy?”Dereck asks.“Not that she’s killed him yet.”
Yet?
