They all stopped dining and seemed awe struck by her husband and his aura of power. He could do no wrong in their eyes. Some were here to suckle at the power teet, she knew. Bradley never really let her engage with these people, or any of the people he knew for that matter. Sometimes it felt like they lived totally different lives.
He rounded the corner and entered the dining area. As he walked through people stood up and shook his hand. Some wanted pictures from him or to discuss a new business deal. She enjoyed watching him with people. He was so charming and aloof.
Giving them just enough to come off as jovial and kind. She had fallen for that. Now she was behind the curtain, and her life was almost close to becoming unbearable. The closer he got the more nervous she became. She stood up when he got to their center table.
Nick’s breath had been taken away by Elayna when he had saw her come out of her bedroom in that sheer dress she wore tonight. Not because the dress fit her like a second skin, or because it showed off her ample breasts, small waist and beautiful butt. His breath had been taken away by her because she wore it with so much confidence. As if to say there was nothing wrong with her outfit. That it was perfectly fine. Though, he thought he had detected a bit of shame in her eyes on the ride over, but only briefly, when she had stepped out of the car it was gone. She had embraced it and her confidence in the expensive cocktail dress made her look gorgeous. Her raven black hair had been free flowing and had framed her face beautifully, making her hazel eyes look big. She had wore a fresh, dewy makeup look that gave her skin a natural glowing appearance. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about her, but she was so
Once he saw how well business went when she was up for grabs he always wanted her to go on business trips with him. Tonight, it was some columbian millionaire seeking her husband’s financial assistance and expertise. Bradley and this man had been drinking scotch since noon. It was currently seven p.m. How they were still standing and coherent was beyond Elayna. After spending hours at a resort and spa she had finally convinced her husband that it would be best if they all went back to the villa they were staying at. He agreed, but only if his business friend could come along. She stupidly said ‘yes’. Now they were sitting in a semi dark living room. The columbian had been eyeing her since they met him at the resort earlier that day. She was in a tight, bright white, cotton halter tank and khaki short shorts
The next morning in the limo Nick hadn’t meant to overhear his employers conversation, but he had, and it was one that shocked and angered him. The partition had been rolled down and Mr. King didn’t seem to care who heard him belittling and verbally assaulting his gorgeous wife. Nick was quite frankly shocked and appalled at the things he heard Mr. King say. “You’re a little country whore. That’s all you know how to do is fuck, eat, and spend my money!” “You know that’s not true!” “Shut your trap, or I’ll shut it for you!” He heard her grow quiet. “On your knees!” He thought he had misheard him, but when he insisted a seco
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she commented. Her tone was sharp and she made sure she looked the part of an angry insulted wife. “And I suggest you never mention this to anyone if you want to keep your job. Is that understood, Nick?” He saw and heard it then, her fear, and he knew then that she had to come off as complicit and submissive in order to survive her husband. He was not normally moved, or even cared, but her silent sadness hidden behind her shiny facade and tailored, expensive clothing called to him like a siren’s song. He knew no one outside of their home knew about the abuse and if they did, they would surely blame her. From what he had observed Mr.King was very wealthy and powerful. He wanted to be there for her not just as paid help, but someone who was beginning to care. He thought he understood why Pete had wanted him to pr
He was her biggest critic. She secretly hated it, the glamour, the fame that came with her husband’s status and wealth, the attention, and how everyone made a fuss over her latest hairstyle or what she wore last. They wanted to know every aspect of her very private life. Where she went, and what she did in her spare time, which was very little. She just wanted to be done with it all and go back to the villa . She could slip into a bathing suit, get into the hot tub to relax, and soak this trip away. She still couldn't get last night out of her head. He had betrayed her once again for his financial success. His family had thrived from owning several banks across the US. Bradley had made his name by helping the middle class acquire wealth and status they needed to grow their community. Many people thought he was wonderful and charming. He had
The paparazzi still took as many pictures as they could. He got inside, shut the door, and the vehicle drove off. She was surprised to see they were no longer staying at the hotel. They drove through the city. They were to stay in new quarters. She was a little annoyed she hadn’t been informed about it, but she shrugged it off. The suv pulled into a driveway that had a large wooden gate. She watched as the driver rolled his window down and a security guard walked up to the window. The driver handed him the proper documentation. The security handed it back, went back into the small white booth it was sitting in. There was a loud beep and the large wooden doors slowly moved open. The drove inside and Elayna’s breath was taken away at the lush green beauty hidden inside. The vehicle came to a halt. Nic
“How have you been since I saw you last, Mrs. King?” She smiled, not wanting to make waves or cause unnecessary problems for herself,her husband and his business. “Quite alright..er… I do apologize… but your name seems to have slipped my mind. I sound batty I'm sure.It’s all the traveling.” She smiled as she told the lie. He smiled his oily smile back and spoke again. “My name is Juan Alvarez. I own Alvarez brothers salsa. As well as Alvarez avocado farm. The biggest in Columbia actually. Well anyway, I wanted to stop by. Mr. Shargese, the owner of this place is a friend of mine and I told him that you would love this cottage.” “Thank you so much for that ! You really didn’t have to. How thoughtful of you,” s
Nick checked all the exits and blind spots of the perimeter once he was outside of the cottage. He saw the other security guard Mr. King had hired for this trip. He was already becoming a pain in Nick’s ass. When he was within earshot he barked at him. “Why did you let that son of a bitch in here?” The young man looked confused. “Mr. Alvarez?” Nick didn't say anything. He kept talking. “Because Mr. Alvarez’s friend owns this place. Mr. King and him planned this. They have been sharing Mrs. King this entire trip.” He lunged at him then and grabbed him up by the lapels of his black designer suit. “Shut your mouth.” Nick demanded.