but go above and beyond her job duties.
On an impromptu visit, Rocky was quick to notice her looks. He constantly texts as to what she’s wearing, or does her perky tits do that bouncy thing they do when she walks. He’s a perverted motherfucker, and I tell him that every day. I didn’t hire her because of her looks. Yes, she’s stunning. She is short, reaching only my shoulders. Yes, I do know that because we have stood beside each other in the elevator. She has tanned skin and jet-black hair. Her blue eyes stand out against her dark features, and, okay, like I said, she is stunning, but she’s twenty-three, and I’m fucking married. End of story.
It never occurred to me she would be such a threat to Charlotte until Eric mentioned it that night in the club, and Charlotte’s drunken rant only confirmed it. For a minute, I’m surprised she hasn’t mentioned it earlier. After all, Charlotte’s a vocal I-am-woman-hear-me-roar type of chick. Then I remember communication no longer exists in our marriage.
It has been two weeks since the club incident, and I’m needed in the London office to tie up some loose ends. Montana drops some not-so-subtle hints about accompanying me on the trip, but I know if she did, my marriage would be officially over. Not because I have no sense of control, but because Charlotte will never speak to me again.
Part of me does care, I just have a shitty way of showing it.
Two weeks fly by, and every few days I call Charlotte to see how Amelia is. Her tone is always flat. We speak about Amelia, and that’s it. There are no I love you, I miss you, no dirty texts, or video-call sessions. I don’t know why I expect Charlotte to say the words when I haven’t given her any reason to.
I arrived back in LA late last night and know Charlotte has her black-tie gala tomorrow for her firm. Montana’s the one to mention it to me, reminding me of its importance to Charlotte.
Of course, I said I would go. I’m her husband, right? We still need to keep up appearances for everyone.
Montana sits opposite me at my desk, surrounded by mountains of scripts which need reading. With this production company I invested in, we need some massive deals to turn business around. So far, things are progressing nicely, just not as fast as I want.
“I think that’s all the contracts signed. I’ll have the producer and directors in for a meeting, Mr. Edwards.”
“We did it. Thank you, Montana, for staying back.”
“I wanted to close this deal as much as you did. Oh, wow, it is late!”
I glance at my watch, it’s just after ten in the evening.
“Say, why don’t we get out of here? There is this club downtown, and there’s this act I’ve been meaning to show you. He would be great for a few talk shows we have. Plus, he is my brother,” she adds.
“Club?”
“Yeah, it’s the current ‘it’ place.” She laughs, tossing her hair over her shoulders. “C’mon, we’ve worked so hard this past month pulling these all-nighters. Let’s loosen up, a few drinks won’t hurt.”
I search her face, her eyes fixate on mine. What is that look? I have been so absorbed in my grief that I haven’t noticed her blouse buttoned down low, her long legs crossed in a very short skirt, the garters slightly peeking out below.
Fuck, Lex, turn away.
Eric and Charlotte can’t be right about this one.
With a smile, I agree to go. Why? Because I’m a fucking douche, but I’m also a control freak and rarely, and I mean rarely, will I do anything out of my control, except for the night I ate out Charlotte’s pussy when she was passed out. Seriously, Lex, you are letting your thoughts go there when you have this leggy twenty-three-year-old practically laying it all out like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Montana asks to hop into my car since she prefers to have a few drinks. We spend most of the drive talking about work, nothing personal because the last thing she needs to know is my marriage is falling apart.
We arrive shortly after, and Montana’s right, the club is busy and has been labeled the current ‘it’ place. The young crowds dance seductively to the beats, it is skin-on-skin dancing at this joint. It really makes me feel old, but not to be an egotistical bastard, I could have any one of these girls in here, just