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He’s so close and he smells so fucking good, like whiskey and cologne. It’s a heady combination that has my body craving him like a drug. I can’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on mine, on my skin, on my cun-
Stop that!
“You can still care about a woman and want to fuck her dizzy.” he says and I might just pass out from embarrassment alone, but the heat within me is too strong.
I hate how his words makemedizzy, make me want to become unhinged. I hate how he, mixed with the wine I’ve had today, makes me want to launch myself from the tub and into his muscular arms.
“How would you know about caring for a woman while fucking her?” I ask, looking into his eyes now as I speak.
He’s quiet for a moment, his jaw working as he glares at me. Suddenly, he stands, his massive height towering over me as I shrink beneath the bubbles in the tub.
“I’ll need the updated report by in the morning.” He growls, turning on his heel before he marches towards the door.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have it in the next couple of hours,boss.” I hiss and he shakes his head at me, walking out of the bathroom and then my bedroom, the door slamming behind him.
Will I ever get used to both his intensity and confusing behavior? One could only hope. I let myself slide beneath the water, bubbles covering my face as I hold my breath and sink beneath the surface. I hold it until my lungs grow weak and my mind gets hazy, the day's atrocities blurring away as I let myself become numb and lifeless.
I can’t help but wonder if things would be better off if I was the one that died and my husband was still alive.
ChapterNine
Scarlett
I spent the rest of the night in my pajamas, editing the report on my laptop while shoving cake into my face at the kitchen counter. I sent it off in an email to Nico, adding a middle finger emoji as the subject line.
Now, I’m sitting outside of the jewelry store I own in a Mercedes that Luis bought me for my twenty-fifth birthday. I had always wanted one. A pearl white, coupe with red leather seats to be exact. And he bought me just that. Then, I was over the moon with joy. He kissed me while I jumped into his arms, spinning me around the room before he threw me on the couch and fucked me for three minutes. Like always, I pretended to be satisfied, even though I knew as soon as he would leave for the club, I’d just end up on our bed spending some quality time with my vibrator.
That memory used to bring me sadness right after he died. Now, I don’t feel anything. I feel completely numb as I step out of my car and onto the sidewalk of downtown Manhattan, staring at the large jewelry store as I smooth down the dark purple skirt of my sheath dress. My nude heels click against the pavement, the door chime sounding off as I pull open the glass door and step inside of the building.
One of the young, blond jewelers steps forward with a sympathetic smile. Her large fake tits on full display in her tight, hot pink dress as she walks to me with open arms, pulling me in for a hug as my eyes widen in surprise. Luis always did like his staff to be young and beautiful. Not to mention, fake in every sense of the word.
“Mrs. Romero, I am so sorry for your loss.” Her high pitched voice says as she pulls away and holds my thin arms with her tan hands, har acrylic nails practically biting into my skin.
“Please, if there is anything, anything at all that you need from us here, don’t hesitate to ask.” She smiles a plastic smile at me and I return it with a small one as she turns on her stiletto and walks back behind the counter, leaning over as a customer stares at her cleavage while she retrieves the ruby necklace we have, retailing for nearly fifty grand.
I used to love this place. Now, it just feels like a chore. Almost everything at this point feels like a chore. Is it too late to run away and find a new name to hide under?
“Scarlett! Right on time as always.” Antonio says as he walks towards me from his office, his dark gray suit stretching across his muscular frame.
He’s a few inches shorter than me, something we’ve always joked about even though his weight doubles mine. He kisses both my cheeks, grabbing my bag from my shoulder before he turns and gestures for me to follow him.
“Mr. Glenstein is waiting in here, looking over the new pieces from this month.” he says, his voice containing a bit of stress as I sigh and follow him into the large office of Romero’s Gems.
He’s done well with the place. Antonio has taken it upon himself to branch out and contact miners from around America and in Spain for the most natural gems that they can find. Once he receives them, he meets with the design team to craft some of the worlds most exotic jewelry pieces out there. Today, there’s a few stones that need appraisals and like he said last night, anyone will lie through their teeth to get the right gem, no matter how handsomely we pay them. However, when I walk into the large office and look at the appraiser sitting across from Antonio’s desk, his appraisal kit out and ready, I don’t really get the vibe of a liar. Then again, I just found out that I’d been lied to my entire marriage, so who am I to tell?
“Mr. Glenstein, this is Mrs. Romero, owner of the company.” Antonio says, the short, bald man standing with a small smile before he grabs my hand and shakes it.
“Pleasure, Mrs. Romero. You have some unique stones here today. To be quite honest, I don’t know if I’m the right man for the job.” he says, shrugging as he turns back to his kit and sits down.
“We heard you were the best in the country.” I say, sitting next to him as I cross my legs, Antonio’s eyes on me from across his desk.
“True, but these, ma’am…these are unlike anything I’ve seen before. And I’ve been in this business for well over three decades.” he says, handing me a glove to put on before he hands me a large, palm sized stone that is the most unique shade of blue that I’ve ever seen.
I hold it in my gloved hand, staring at the jewel that has mixtures of both sapphire and indigo inside of it. It’s like the deepest parts of the ocean that no naked eye has seen before. It sparkles in my palm and nearly mesmerizes me as I gaze at it, the heavy weight of it making me feel nervous so I hand it back to him.
“Yeah I see what you mean.” I say, staring at the other gems that line his towel.
There’s a few small pieces of topaz, some rubies and then my absolute favorite, fire opals. I freeze when I spot one at the end. It is the most unique fire opal that I’ve ever seen, amber in color with bits of red and turquoise. I immediately point to it.
