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I shrugged. "How's business?"
"Awesome."
“And the family?"
Sam's smile was brighter. "Perfection."
The rumor was that over half of marriages in the world ended in divorce, so it was shocking to me to find so many people, including Sam, who were not only still married, but were extraordinarily happy about it.
A strong whiff of an exotic perfume permeated my space. I turned to see a woman probably in her early thirties, with fake blonde hair and fake tits, lean against the bar next to me.
She smiled, showing off pearly whites she'd probably had a sugar daddy pay for. “Hi.” Her greeting wasn’t just a hello. It was an invitation.
I gave a nod of acknowledgment but turned my gaze to the glass of whiskey I'd ordered. "Hi.”
"I don't see you here very often."
I wondered if she read from the same pickup line book that Mikael had been reading. At least she was more subtle.
I shrugged. "The wife doesn't let me out much."
The woman tensed and then stepped away. I liked using the wife line when women picked up on me because it was a way to let them down without actually rejecting them.
The woman hadn't been gone for two seconds before another one, equally as fake, took her place. This one was as a redhead, though, and all I could think about was how much her red locks paled in comparison to Betts's.
I delivered the wife line, and sure enough, she left.
I’d just finished my whisky when a third woman, who appeared much younger and petite, sidled up next to me. She was dressed like a doll, and it felt perverted that she was trying to attract a man while looking like a child. What was worse was that it probably worked.
I delivered the wife line, to which she said, "The fact that she's let you out at all suggests she wouldn't mind if you were to find a friend."
Oh, for fuck’s sake.My eyes scanned the room toward the door of the club, wondering where Betts and Mikael were. I caught them coming across the room, Betts with a smirk on her face, while Mikael's eyes were round.
Thank God. "Well, since she's on her way over, you can ask her."
The kewpie doll turned to see Betts heading toward me. She gave me a look and walked away.
Betts stepped up to the bar with Mikael. "I told you, didn’t I, Mikael?"
Mikael stared at me like I was some sort of fucking god.
"You told him what?" I asked, feeling unsettled that Betts and Mikael were talking about me.
"Men who exude confidence and money and are not messy inside attract women by the hordes. We counted three. How many more came up to you before we got here?"
I ground my teeth, annoyed, although I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because Betts didn't look jealous that women were trying to pick up on me. Or maybe it was that they’d been watching me this whole time. Probably both.
"And you sent them all away?" Mikael asked, his voice shocked.
I looked at him and nodded. "There's a time and place for that, and right now isn’t it."
The rest of the night, we sat in a booth having a few drinks and talking to Mikael about how he could have fun, but how not to overdo it. At one point, he and Betts went to the dance floor. The man in me appreciated how she moved. I might have traded places with Mikael, but she probably would have seen it as being unprofessional.
There was a moment when she leaned closer to him, putting her hand on his shoulder as if to say something to him, and he responded by putting his hand on her hip. A red haze bloomed inside me, and it nearly had me out of my chair and onto the dance floor. She finally pulled away, and they left the dance floor, returning to the table.
Before Mikael could sit, a woman approached asking if he wanted to dance. He looked at me and Betts as if he needed permission.
Betts waved them off. "Go have fun. But behave."
