Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Maybe this affair will end.” The solicitor kindly smiles.
“We can only hope. He has been in love with her for seven years and they have recently reconnected. He is not letting her go this time. That I am positive of.”
The solicitor writes the necessary instructions and walks Mrs. Stanton out of his office. “My discretion is assured. Thank you for your trust.”
She smiles and wipes the tears from her eyes. She hopes to god her son never has to see that letter. It will break his heart as he idolizes his father. Pain lances through her as she realizes Joshua is going to lose either way. The love of his life or his father. Either way it’s a loss she doesn’t know if he will be able to bear and definitely not one that he deserves.
You know what the problem with dating a very intelligent man is? Just that. He’s a smart son of a bitch. When he agreed that I didn’t have to go to his stupid fight I did have an inkling that it was all a bit too easy—he was too agreeable. So why was I surprised when Abbie, Bridget, Cam and Adrian came around to my house tonight to pick me up to go to the fight? And when I refused, drank wine with me until I was tipsy enough to be talked into anything? Diabolical. So here I am, three hours later, at the bar in Luna Park Convention Centre wincing as I watch the big screen. Thankfully, Adrian and I are staying at the bar boycotting the activities. It seems Joshua made Adrian come too because he knew I would come if he did. Thankfully, we are having a really good time and we are very tipsy.
“So, tell me, Adrian. What goes on with you? Do you have a boyfriend?” I point my wineglass at him.
He smiles and rolls his eyes dramatically. “No, sort of, yes.”
I raise my eyebrows. “What does that mean?”
He shrugs. “To be honest I don’t even know. My stupid boyfriend’s phone calls are getting fewer and fewer. When I first got here, he rang me twice a day and now it’s down to once every three days.” He shrugs and talks into his wineglass. “He couldn’t even wait three months.”
I give him a sympathetic smile and he smiles and shrugs. “Josh hates my boyfriend.”
My eyes widen. “How come?”
“Josh knew him a long time before I met him; he’s on his polo team.”
I nod and raise my eyebrows and take another way too large gulp of my wine. “And,” I prompt.
“Josh thinks he is after my money.”
I choke on my wine. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking rich too.” I giggle as I wipe the wine from my chin.
He laughs and shakes his head. “I’m only rich because of your overgenerous boyfriend.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Josh bought me a condo and a Corvette and pays me three million dollars a year.”
I choke again. “Fuck off.”
He nods and smiles as he drains his glass. “Don’t you talk. I think he paid off your mortgage yesterday.”
“What?” I snap. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“You know how overgenerous he is.”
I frown. Weirdly enough I don’t. I point my wineglass at him again. “So why does he hate him?”
He rolls his eyes. “Josh is just overprotective because I don’t sleep around.”
I frown, not understanding. “What do you mean?”
“Shit, you really do psychoanalyze, don’t you?” I raise my glass and clink it with his, raising my eyebrows as I smile. I really should stop drinking; I am feeling very inebriated. “Because I am looking for monogamy and haven’t found it yet.”
I give him a sad smile. “That must suck.”
He nods. “Totally.”
“So how did you meet Josh?”
He smiles a broad warm smile and I know how much he cares for him. “I had just finished college.”
“What did you study?”
“Politics and Economics.” I nod, impressed. “Anyway, I got my dream job as an intern at his company. But I was only there for three weeks and both of my parents were killed in a plane crash, my mother immediately and then my father four weeks later from his injuries.”
I grab his leg. “Oh Adrian, I’m so sorry.”
“Me too, they were…are really missed. Anyway, I had six months off to get my shit together and when I finally came back Josh kept me in the office next to him to keep an eye on me.” I smile as I imagine the scenario he is setting for me. “Anyway, I started doing more and more for him and then he offered me the position of his personal secretary and then two years later he promoted me to his communications manager.”
I nod and raise my hand to signify more drinks and the bartender smiles and nods.
“What does a communications manager do exactly? I mean how do you earn so much frigging money?” I laugh and cover my mouth for being so intrusive.