She shifted uncomfortably on her seat. “Are you free from STDs?” she asked awkwardly.
“I can get a doctor’s clearance if you require it,” I said calmly.
She nodded “I will do the same” she whispered uncomfortably.
I waited. “Where would I live?” she finally ventured in a low voice.
“At my home. It makes more sense considering you live in an apartment with your friend Rachel” I said nonchalantly.
She didn’t bother to ask me how I knew that. After all, I had picked her up from her place earlier tonight.
I reached over and touched her lightly on the cheek, mesmerized at how beautiful she looked in the dim lighting. “Think of this as a new beginning Miss Flair,” I said quietly as she observed me “a new chapter in each of our lives. You will still be free to pursue your work and interests and I will continue with my career, one which has been built with hard work and determination.”
“Why me? Why choose me though and not some other, more pretty woman?” she asked weakly.
She was losing her resistance.
“Because you have something that fuels your anger and gives you a reason to marry me. You want Johnathon to pay for what he’s done to you. But there’s more than that. You are kind, loving, compassionate, and warm. I want a mother who will raise our child, not insist on a nanny doing it for her. Believe me, nannies are not a good replacement for a mother’s love.”
“Of course not,” Flair said indignantly “I would never let anyone else take care of my child.”
I looked at her smugly. “That’s the fire I like to see. Shall we do this then Miss Flair? I know you’ve signed the divorce papers. All you have to do is file them and you’re a free woman again. What do you say to killing two birds with one stone?” I asked deliberately.
She blinked at me. “Sorry, what?” she asked bewildered.
“Meet me at the courthouse tomorrow morning,” I said with patience “We can file your divorce papers and then get married. It will save time, something that I have a lack of with my job. We can do it in one visit.”
She blinked “I thought” she stammered in surprise “that you would want a big wedding or something.”
I shook my head decisively “I find that eloping rather ensures that nobody unwelcome is attending and prevents anybody from objecting” I added solemnly “A big wedding would take months to prepare and I find that I am rather impatient when it comes to marrying you” I told her, watching her flush.
“But, ah, damn,” she said cursing slightly as I smirked at her “Can I at least bring Rachel?” she asked in desperation.
“By all means, bring your friend for support. She can be a witness for the wedding ceremony” I told her pleased.
I would also bring along my assistant Timothy. That would fix the problem of needing two witnesses. Flair bit her lip. “What time do you want us there?” she asked.
I leaned forward and rapped on the privacy divisor, alerting the limo driver to start driving to Flair’s apartment. “I believe that 9 am, nice and early would be a good way to start the day,” I said pleasantly “before the courthouse gets busy and crowded.”
Not that a large sum of money wouldn’t speed things up, but Flair didn’t need to know that. She looked slightly frazzled as she nodded, glancing out the window. We stopped in front of her building and I got out, opening the door before my driver could. I took her to the front door.
“I can walk you up” I offered.
She shook her head “if it’s all the same to you, I need to think” she said quietly.
I cupped her cheek, and lightly pressed my lips to hers as she stood there shocked. I felt her body tremble and her lips pressed back against mine. She gave a low throaty moan and then pulled back, her eyes dazed and sparkling.
“To remind you” I said firmly, watching her turn and stumble through the door “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning Miss Flair” I called out, as she walked away, chuckling to myself.
Johnathon POV
Charlotte was furious when she came back from the bathroom. She stormed into the room, slamming her handbag down and casting me a frosty gaze as I shifted in my seat.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, wondering what the answer would be.
Would it be the food? Were the bathrooms dirty? The paparazzi? The service? It was hard to tell what it would be when it came to Charlotte. I was not prepared for the answer that came out of her lips as she slumped in her chair and curled her lip at me.
“Your slut of an ex-wife” she snapped “was in the bathroom and she just insulted me.”
What exactly was I supposed to do with that?
“This place is expensive, the only way she could get in here, is if somebody wealthy was her date” Charlotte continued to vent, nodding slowly “so she’s already gotten over you Johnathon” she gave me a smirk “and has started seeing other men. Who would be foolish enough to date somebody like her?” she asked incredulously “I mean, she doesn’t even compare to somebody like me.”
I took my cue “Of course not sweetheart. Why, you’re a heiress, a wealthy socialite with good standing and powerful connections. Not only that but you’re beautiful and stunning” I said, reaching over and taking her hand as she continued to fume “And she is plain and boring.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.