From one side to the other, she shook her head. Her expression remained the same. Botox had taken away her ability to maneuver her facial features with ease. If the tears weren’t as plentiful, I wouldn’t have known she was upset.
“A million solid, Odessa and you’re free to go. No attachments. No worries. Just freedom.”
“I know. I jus–”
“A million on top of whatever is in his accounts. I’ll see to it, personally, that it is all transferred to yours. A few buttons on my computer and it’s all yours.”
Adamantly, she shook her head, declining the offer she’d been given.
“Fine.” I sighed with a shrug.
My feet were on the ground and my back was turned toward her within the blink of an eye. Wasting time was neveron my list of things to do. I was out of the door before she could bat those thick lashes a second time.
With my phone pressed against my ear, I slipped into my ride. Leather seats welcomed me. Cool air pushed through the small holes of the fabric, decreasing my elevated temperature on contact.
I hate a dumb bitch.I scoffed.
“Have a great nigh–”
Yeah, yeah.I thought, switching gears. My engine roared loudly, announcing my departure as I slammed my door. The valet attendant was too slow to his job.
“Speak.”
Naturally, my slightly arched spine straightened and the tips of my ears began to tingle. I swallowed the air pocket that had formed in my throat and prepared to dish the not-so-good news.
“She isn’t budging.”
“Next steps? Therapy?”
“No. She doesn’t need The Therapist. She needs to be taught a lesson.”
“What’s your plan?”
“Make her regret ever having me to ask her twice–”
“By?”
“Unless you want to consume your dinner for the next few nights, I suggest you not ask questions like that.”
A heavy sigh left the lips of the man that likely grew a new strand of gray hair every time we conversed.
“Just handle it,” Teddy responded.
Those words were like a sweet song on a difficult day. It was everything I needed to hear.
“That was the plan, anyway.”
As the suspenders loosened the pantyhose, I sat on the edge of the bed. I pushed my hair from my face and reminded Odessa that nothing had changed. And, she had been warned.
“I don’t ask twice, Mrs. Raines.”
“He’s my husband.”
Her tears weren’t moving me.
“You were warned.”
“What am I supposed to do with this? Why can’t you just leave us alone?”
