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“You didn’t let me finish. I also saw, a beautiful leg of lamb and,” he looked around and leaned in close, “I also heard the chef say, Kobe beef.” He smiled.
“You wouldn’t kid me would you?” She smiled.
“Nope.” He laughed.
“I think that silent auction just might get a few of my dollars.” She laughed.
She had an incredible laugh. He wanted to know more about this woman. “Can I get you a refill?”
“Thank you.”
“I’m Eric by the way, and you are…”
“Kyla.”
On the way to the bar, he cancelled his appointment with Jasmine, and spent the rest of the evening with the beautiful curvy woman.
Chapter 16
Eric was feeling very good, in spite of his evening not going the way he planned. However, he had a new plan in the works that would take his mind off of the weirdness with Olivia. He had worked too hard charming and manipulating Olivia to give up now.
Olivia was a nice girl and Jasmine had talents words couldn’t describe, but he wanted more. Spending the evening with Kyla made him realize there was a void in his life. He had to be honest with himself. The thought of abandoning his plan to seduce Olivia in an attempt to move up the social ladder, was getting boring. He missed the kind of intimacy a physical relationship offered him with a woman. He also missed hitting on women. The last time he did that was with Olivia. In the past few months, when he was around her, he felt more like a eunuch, than the virile man that he was. She had turned him into something he swore he’d never become. She had turned him into his father.
His father never complained about the way his mother neglected him. Instead, he sought solace outside of their marriage. Eric knew this because he had seen his father in action. To be precise, he heard his father banging his secretary in his office. He had gone over to his father’s office to meet him for dinner. The floor which was full of life during the day, was a ghost town after business hours. Eric proceeded down the hall to his father’s office and noticed the door was closed. He approached the door and started to knock when he heard strange sounds. He leaned close to the door and his ears confirmed the sounds.
He was shocked and ran down the hall. He hid in one of the cubicles and waited for the door to open. About twenty minutes later, the door opened and Eric saw his father’s assistant come out adjusting her clothes. Then his father’s voice, “Leave, I don’t want my son seeing you.” A few seconds later, Eric heard her footsteps walking towards the elevator. He waited for the elevator to leave before taking the stairs down a flight and returning back via the elevator. From that day on, he never looked at his father the same way.
He always sensed there was a problem in his parent’s marriage. But what offended him the most, was his father playing into type. A successful man cheating with his assistant.
He wanted success, and was willing to pay the price to get it. After talking to Kyla, he realized she couldn’t help him get ahead in business, but she could probably take care of his physical needs. Sure, he had Jasmine, but there was nothing wrong with a little variety.
His new plan was even better. He’d make Olivia the perfect show piece. The prize he paraded around town, that boosted his career. Kyla would be his girlfriend, something new and refreshing. And Jasmine would be there to take care of the freaky itch he had.
He reached inside his pocket for his phone and remembered he had intentionally left it somewhere. At the time, he forgot he was supposed to call Olivia. He reached inside the glove box and pulled out his emergency phone. He dialed Olivia, but it went straight to voicemail. A few seconds later, the phone rang.
“Hey Babe.”
“Eric?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you?”
“My car. Why, do you need something?”
“No, I didn’t recognize the number.”
“Oh, I misplaced my phone. I’m calling you from my back up.”
“Oh. So how did it go?”
“Good. I don’t think they raised as much money as you did last year.”
“I guess I have the golden touch,” she teased, but it was the truth. It seemed whatever Olivia put her stamp on, flourished.
“I guess next year, you'll have to show them how it’s done.”
“Exactly,” they laughed. “How’s your mother?”
