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“Will you be staying long?”
“Just long enough for dessert.” She smiled.
“And maybe while I’m in town, visit an old friend or two.”
Touché, cunt.
And finally, there was Mr. and Mrs. Theodore Marion, Eileen’s closest friends and two of the wealthiest people in Charleston, because it was completely fucking necessary for them to share in our wedding anniversary celebration.
Everything was an occasion. Honestly, I was surprised this was the extent of our guests.
Two years ago, before I’d met Nina, I’d asked my wife for a divorce.
Two years ago, she declared she wouldn’t grant me one and swore she’d find leverage to keep me.
Two years ago, my wife had fumbled around blindly in the dark and found that leverage with the help of her sister.
Two years ago, I became a slave to her will.
I had no choice but to trust her out of desperation, and she’d turned the tables, demanding my loyalty and public fidelity in exchange for bailing me out. She kept secrets for me, and in exchange, I had transformed into the puppet she’d always wanted.
One short month later, my salvation walked into the Admiral’s Club, and I saw a glimmer of hope. After months of meetings, I’d purposefully avoided a few appointments to avoid fucking her.
I needed her business.
Nina was the key to getting my life back since it had all fallen apart. I rolled the liquid around in my tumbler, thinking of the last bottle I’d savored. My body tensed in recognition. I was christening my sailboat The Talisman, with Nina.
I had met with Nina again several times, and over the first year I’d known her, I’d never gotten close enough to where I couldn’t resist her.
She had been my biggest challenge.
When Eileen agreed to let me take residence in downtown while she remained on Seabrook Island, I had rejoiced in the prospect of my prison break. My first priority was becoming free of her, and because I was so damned close to my goal, I rewarded myself with Nina.
She was my one and only affair.
Nina had done what I had advised. She formed her company Scott Solutions and had given me millions to play with. I was fine gambling with her money, but never my own. That was my rule. It was also my job.
And when it came to Nina and investing, I could do no wrong, hence the name of my boat. It was named after her, though I’d never told her.
She was my talisman, my charm, my fresh air. I’d never made a single dollar on poor investments, or done a shady deal. Even the flipping of that fucking land and its consistent sale was legitimate, if only a little gray.
No, it wasn’t poor business choices that got me here, it was my fucking heart, my conscience, my misplaced loyalty. Things I didn’t need to survive. Things that now mattered more than playing the game I set out to win. I had a new agenda: Get my life back, and if the gods saw fit, get Nina back as well.
For now, all I had was a cold bed and cold hearted bitch who threatened to keep it that way. I spent the rest of my meal growing hard underneath my napkin at thoughts of Nina on my new sailboat.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, turning to me with a wink. “Just how much am I paying you?”
I smiled broadly. “Full disclosure, Ms. Scott. Check your email.”
“I think it’s safe for us to be on a first-name basis,” she said, grabbing my hand as I guided her onto the deck. It wasn’t an obnoxious boat, but it was impressive. I had enough to buy any of the fucking boats on the harbor, but sailing was my passion, and I wasn’t doing this for show. This was what I loved, and it seemed even more complete with the woman who had just graced the deck. “You look beautiful,” I said carefully.
“Thank you,” she said, scanning the harbor. It was the start of summer, but the breeze was heavenly and lifted her long hair off of her shoulders. “All right, Captain, I learned a few things. I’m ready to help.”
I chuckled as I took her in. She was overdressed in a yellow sundress and sandals, but it was subtle, and something deep inside my chest tugged in the moment she waited on me, her eyes expectant. She had put on a small amount of weight and was glowing. I pictured my mouth on her then, my tongue plunging deep inside her pussy and wondered what her moans would sound like.
“I’ve got the whole of it,” I said, tying off then starting the motor.
“Hey, that’s cheating!” she said, watching me steer out into the harbor.
