“Due to my… lack of desire…”
“You mean your limp dick, don’t you? How can you not get hard for this?” She moved her arms up as if her body were on display for me. I had to admit that she had the perfect body: tall, lean, statuesque. Only her breasts were bigger than the average skinny model you might see on Vogue, but they hadn’t ever kept her from getting work.
I had to admit, that was the first thing that attracted me. Her amazing cleavage.
She moved closer. Her eyes challenged mine with a look of fury and something else. She smelled of jasmine and spices. It had to be the Tom Ford Jasmine Rouge, her favorite. It used to drive me wild with lust. Now…
“How many sessions have you been to?”
“Six. I have four more to go.”
“Four more to go before you’recured?” The emphasis on cured pierced like a dagger. “Or four more before you can walk away from me and keep your fifty million?”
“That’s not it. Money’s not the issue. Nor is sex. We have other issues.”
“Other issues? Like what, Dirk? Tell me.”
“Your friends for one, Scarlet. They all use you.”
“Leave my friends out of this. They at least support me in my career.”
“Which career is that? Your acting career? The next indie film you want to make? Your next beauty line?”
“That’s not fair. Is that why you have been so cold? So distant? So resentful lately?”
“I’ve wasted plenty of money on your pipe dreams.”
“Pipe dreams. Fuck, Dirk. I thought you were as excited as I was about those ideas.” She poked me in the chest again. I took it. I’d never raise a hand to a woman. Besides, her words sliced deeper.
“I’ve spent well over thirty million on those ventures of yours. Not one of them has panned out. It felt like you blamed me for the lack of success. You got more and more resentful. Hateful.”
“That’s fucking Hollywood. For such a smart-ass billionaire business executive, you don’t seem to know shit about how things work.”
“I don’t want to know how Hollywood works. I know security. That’s what I and my company are good at. Excellent at.”
“We had been just fine though until that night you couldn’t…”
“Make love to you?” I wasn’t proud of that night.
“I was going to say fuck me, but sure. I don’t feel you’ve loved me for a couple of years. But you know what?” In her heels, she matched my six foot two-inch height and met my steely gaze with her fiery green eyes.
“What, Scarlet?” I asked, my voice low.
“I never thought we’d reached the point that you would want a divorce. You had your limp dick moment, disappeared for a day and come back on Sunday asking for a divorce. That didn’t make any sense to me.”
“I realized something.”
“Oh, really. Did you have a soul-searching moment, Dirk?”
“Yeah. I did. I realized you weren’t the one for me. That our marriage was a sham. That you just wanted me…”
“For your money?” Her eyes flashed a challenge. She was always quick to temper, but she seemed a fiery tempest right now.
“Yeah. For my money.”
“Fuck you, Dirk. Why the fuck should I go with you to your sex therapist if you don’t want me? If you’re just going through the motions, then what’s the point?”
“Reggie wants to meet with us together.”
