I like how this weekend is going.I mean, Courtney is a beautiful woman with an incredible body, very responsive to my touch, and the idea of joining her on the sofa is very appealing.
Why leave?
Her penthouse is nice—incomparable to mine, but nice—she’s half naked, and apparently she’s an excellent cook.Her wine rack has some impressive labels, and I saw a bottle of Macallan should I ever want to drink that stuff again.
Not today, though, I’m still hydrating.
I have everything I need.So, why leave?
Turning off the water, I drink half the glass, then wander over to the sofa and sit next to her.
“What are you reading?”I ask, glancing at the familiar-looking papers.
She lowers them.
“Adam’s Statement of Worth.I never focused on them in much detail before,” she replies.“It’s very wordy and complicated, and I figured I don’t have anything to audit against.”
“That makes sense.”I lay my arm along the sofa behind her.“So why the frown?”
I can see something has unsettled her.
“I don’t really know.Something doesn’t feel right.I can’t put my finger on it.I was married to him for six years, so I overheard many things.I know we own a property in the Hamptons and one in Hawaii.”Court flicks through the pages.“I can’t see the Maui property, but I suppose Adam could’ve sold it.Here it says he owns land in Sydney.I didn’t know about that.”
He.Not we.
I glance away, angry on her behalf.
Although I’m becoming more familiar with the creases around her eyes that betray the hurt she is feeling.The one she’s trying to hide.She loved him, and while I don’t understand it, that doesn’t change her feelings.Nor can I do or say anything to make her feel better.
Well, another orgasm might distract her, but I can read a room.
Her husband vowed to be honest and protect her.I’m not seeing many signs of that in all the facts and figures, and if that’s the case, I can only wonder what went on behind closed doors.
Or in their bed.
I glance away as I feel my grimace begin.
Fucking marriage vows.All they do is lower people’s walls and create a sense of trust that is more often than not betrayed.Or at least that’s my perception.A pretty solid one, given my career.
I nudge her hair off her shoulder.“Correct.Youown property in Sydney, Australia.”
“Not me.Adam.”Courtney glances at me.
“No.You both do.By law.”
She sighs and keeps reading.“Well, I don’t see the Maui house.I liked it there.It was peaceful.Why would he sell it and not tell me?”
Does she want me to answer that, because I doubt she’ll like the answer.
“...and I don’t understand these numbers, but I remember Adam saying he had a three-billion-dollar deal with a Japanese company three years ago.Wouldn’t that show in these numbers?”
You bet your ass they would!
“What if he’s got other accounts?Can he keep the business from me?”
“Nope.”I smile, hoping she’ll keep talking.
“What?”
