“While you do that, I’m going to take care of myself and finish, seeing as you didn’t see fit to do that yourself” Charlotte snapped, her fingers going towards her vagina and her clit.
So that was why she was angry, I thought rolling my eyes. “Charlotte, I’m capable of…” I trailed off.
“Just shower” she griped “Trust me, it’s more rewarding if I do it.”
Now I just felt insulted and humiliated. I stood up and stormed towards the bathroom, shutting the door loudly as I heard Charlotte begin to deliberately moan loudly. Great. Fucking great. This was some wedding night, I thought, getting into the shower and staring morosely at the tiles. My wife was drunk, unhappy, and about to climax with her own fingers. Could this possibly get any worse? I wanted to laugh till I cried. As wedding nights went, this one definitely rated as shitty and one of the most awful to go down in history. I closed my eyes. Maybe tomorrow we could start with a clean slate and start our lives anew as a blissfully married couple, but part of me suspected that this night was just a foretelling of what was to come.
Grayson POV
“Mr Stone, the divorce papers have been served to your wife and I suspect there won’t be any complications in regards to her signing it. Not with all the evidence you have of her affair with your best friend and the photos you possess. I do encourage you though, to think a little bit more specifically in regards to your assets. Are you certain that you don’t want to fight to keep more of your superannuation and savings?”
Mr. Stone nodded tiredly “I just want this to be over. This is my second marriage and you would have thought I would have learned my lesson by now” he sighed and stood up, looking weary “if she signs the papers everything can proceed, can it not?”
I nodded and he smiled, inclining his head “Then good day Mr Oakes. I will see you in the next few days with luck” he added, a hint of bitterness in his tone of voice.
I gathered up my papers and placed them aside, while Timothy walked in, handing me a new steaming cup of coffee.
“Is Mr Stone gone already?” he asked surprised.
“Mr Stone has gone through divorce proceedings before, he knows the drill,” I said drily “Today was merely a formality for him.”
I scowled, sipping at my coffee. Timothy sat down opposite me and fidgeted with his hands.
“With all due respect Mr. Grayson,” he said politely and I shot him a look, continuing to open my laptop and peruse my emails “But you don’t seem yourself today” he added slowly “You’re a bit out of sorts if you don’t mind me saying so.”
“I’m fine Timothy” I assured him, glancing back at the laptop.
“How are the papers going for the Grants and their respective new CEOs?” he asked.
I frowned some more “I have the majority of the paperwork taken care of. It’s all on schedule. It will be signed and ready for when Mr Grant decides to host his party or event” I muttered.
A tentative knock on the door had both of us turn, my eyes widened in surprise and Timothy looked delighted when we saw none other than Flair’s friend Rachel standing there.
“Rachel,” Timothy said warmly as she came in uncertainly “What brings you here?” he asked.
“I thought I might take you out to lunch this time,” Rachel said biting her lip and looking adorably shy as Timothy’s eyes widened “I remember you telling me roughly what time you have it and I happened to be in the area so…” she trailed off, looking at me uncertainly “but if Grayson can’t spare you then I can take a raincheck” she continued.
I smiled. Just because Flair and I were having our difficulties at the moment, it didn’t mean that Timothy had to suffer for it. “Nonsense,” I said briskly “By all means take Timothy out. He would be ecstatic to take you up on your invitation” I told Rachel firmly.
Timothy shot me a doubtful look “Are you sure Sir? I know that there’s a fair amount of paperwork to get through, not to mention all those emails still waiting for replies.”
I waved a dismissive hand “It will still be waiting for you when you get back. A gorgeous woman asks you to lunch, you go to lunch” I said indulgently.
Timothy brightened. Rachel cast me another glance. “Timothy could you give me a minute alone with Grayson” she murmured.
Timothy looked confused but nodded. “I’ll just get my stuff and then meet you in the foyer” he suggested.
“Perfect,” Rachel told him, kissing him on the cheek as I watched enviously.
How cute their relationship was, in this early stages. It was the first time I had seen my personal assistant so happy.
I straightened up and rolled my shoulders back “Rachel” I said gravely, “what can I do for you?”
She hesitated and then sat down, crossing her ankles and staring hard at me. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable. “Grayson, I don’t know if you realize this, but Flair has a lot of trouble just opening up to people. She takes time to let people in” she explained tightly “god knows Johnathon didn’t help when it came to her self-esteem. You know the entire time they were married, he didn’t ask her what she wanted? What she would like to do? Their relationship only ever revolved around his wants and his needs. She had to put everything to the side, including what made her so unique.”
“What does this have to do with me?” I asked her deliberately.
Did she think I was keeping Flair from doing something? I wasn’t preventing her from anything. At least I didn’t think I was. Rachel’s eyes met mine. “I know you’re trying to have a baby Grayson and I know the reason why you need one.”
I stiffened “That’s none of your business Rachel” I growled “and if you’ve come here to start something…”
She held up a hand “No, that’s not it. Flair would make an excellent mother, but Grayson, she was married to Johnathon for three years and they never got pregnant. Not once. Does that not strike you as odd?” she queried.
“Flair never mentioned they were trying,” I said surprised “I assumed that they didn’t want one.”
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.