Flashes of Chloe, the trampy maid, took over Lara’s mind. If her partner were fooling around with that girl, then this was probably what they looked like getting all cozy in her office. Probably one of the guest rooms. Their room. Who cared?
“Ah, Lara,” Kennedy said the moment she noticed her wife standing before them. “Meet our new friend, Jonie.”
“Our new friend?”
The sweet brunette meekly smiled. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. I… really liked that…” She turned away, giggling.
She was the type of girl Lara would normally love to Top in front of her spouse, but they had just enjoyed a threesome with their mistress that past weekend, and sometimes Lara thought she only had one threesome a week in her.
“Can I talk to you, Kennedy?”
Her smile wavered, but her demeanor did not. “Of course, my love.” She stood, sending a trite apology in Jonie’s direction. Kennedy followed her wife into a dark corner where they could be alone enough to convene on whatever troubled her.
Everything troubled her.
“I don’t feel like fooling around with other people tonight. Get rid of her.”
Kennedy was visibly taken aback. Whether this being her reaction, or the force of it… “Sorry, Bunny, I thought you might like her.”
“Like her? What is there to like about a weak little girl who can’t hold her own against a virile woman like me?” Lara scoffed. “If you’re going shopping for a woman for us, at least pick one who is more like me. I can’t stand little muffins in my bed. That’s more your bag, isn’t it?”
The perplexity on Kennedy’s face unnerved Lara. Could she not see what was going on? Did she not know that she was being so transparent? “Excuse me?” she said, quietly. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Besides you tonight?” The huff wracking Lara’s body was almost as strong as her orgasm from earlier. “It’s not becoming of someone your age to flirt with twenty-year-olds who look like they came from a nursery. It’s creepy, Kennedy. Even our mistress at least acts like a grown woman for her age.”
“Because sheisa grown woman, Lara.”
Words, words.
“And I don’t appreciate you insinuating that about me.” Ah, there it was. The hidden impatience of Kennedy Anderssen.Sometimes, Lara was able to get it out of her. And this was someone who had seemingly endless patience for her insecurities and crazy ideas. “You know damn well that I am not… like that.” Like what, exactly? Why wouldn’t she say it? “I thought she was attractive, regardless of how she chose to present herself. Yes, she’s young, but she caught my eye, and I know you like taking control of more innocent women, and I thought… well, excuse me for trying to liven up the night a bit.”
This was the moment Lara should have leaned into her embrace, kissed her cheek, and apologized. But she was not the type of woman to have those types of moments. She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Forget it, Kenny. You know what? I want to go home.”
“Already?”
“You heard me.”
It was petty, but Lara was the queen of petty as of late. Like I’m going to stand around and watch my wife flirt with a Chloe stand-in. She realized what she was thinking, had a moment of panic, and immediately decided to call her therapist in the morning. She needed it.
Chapter 7
“Everything’s Fine.”
“But you have no evidence that your spouse is cheating on you.”
There was that annoying word again. Evidence. Lara rolled over on her therapist’s couch, wondering who he bought it from. It’s comfortable. I want it. She wanted a lot of things.
“Does evidence really matter when my gut tells me something is wrong?”
“Perhaps something is, in fact, wrong or amiss.” Her therapist was an elderly gentleman who was rumored to have single-handedly solved the Clintons’ marriage. What he was doing in this God-forsaken city of the rich and powerful, Lara had no idea. Sucking my money dry, that’s what. The man charged thousands an hour. Not even “rich” people could afford him.He'd better fix me.If he could do it without pills? Even better. Lara had watched pills destroy her mother’s personality untilshe was nothing but a vapid shell who nodded politely, then went back to her jigsaw puzzles while guzzling orange soda. I’d rather die than become her. Sister Inid was already on that path with her shitty husband and brood of kids.
The therapist cleared his throat before continuing.
“That doesn’t mean she’s cheating on you. All you’ve mentioned is a suspicious young maid mooning over your spouse’s stationery. Otherwise, isn’t everything as it should be? No other problems? Money? Business? Your own personal sex life?”
“Everything’s fine.” They were rich. Business was always good. And sex? When were they not going at it like rabbits?The other night notwithstanding.Unfortunately, Lara still had a chip on her shoulder after they got home from Midnight. Kennedy tried seducing her before they went to bed, but she shrugged her off. I wouldn’t even touch her. That was a big deal for them. “Perhaps that’s the problem. Everything is too fine.”
“You’re used to a certain level of chaos, aren’t you?”
