It's been over a week since her divorce was final. She could still remember Bill's expression when he left the court room. Broken, lost, remorseful. He told her he was sorry. His apology came too late. If she hadn't done what she did, it wouldn't have come at all. He agreed on the alimony, and the financial support for their two daughters. They agreed that Bill should keep the house, Catherine had no intention to go back to Bluebridge. It was a long couple of months of divorce court.
He poured the Hennessy into the sifter, just enough. Slipped the glass between his fingers and swirled to inhale the evaporating aroma from the swish. He sipped on his favorite cognac, let it stay in his mouth for a fraction of a second before swallowing it. He loved the after taste.
Neon City, where people are always busy. Working in the day, having fun at night. Goldstone is where business mixed with pleasure. The tall buildings in the city center were something Charlie has never seen before, not in Bluebridge. Everyone traveled by motor vehicles, wide roads, street lights on every junction and corners.
It was Friday night, she was going to have her first fake ID in Goldstone, and she was planning to use it to its full potential. She saw how people dressed up in front of The Silver Tongue. She was glad she brought almost half of her night outfit that she can mix and match throughout the summer. Although she's never been to a nightclub before, she never fails to buy the outfit whenever she finds one that she absolutely couldn't resist. She put on a simple black tube top with a black miniskirt showing her legs, shoulders, half of her stomach and a peek of her bottom when she bends.
Charlie begged him to take her to see the Chippendale performance. He finally caved in after a few glasses of vodka on the rocks, and a promise of hot and dirty sex afterward. So they went to the first floor, all tipsy and happy.It was a sight like nothin
"Good morning!" Jeremy greeted from his pantry.Charlie was a bit hungover from last night, she was still grasping at the reality of where she was when she woke up. "Good morning," she said with a faint smile, covering up her kimono top as she walked out o
"Before we meet her ... I think there are a few things I need to tell you about Maxine," Tommy needed to clean his conscience before the introduction.Charlie was smelling like a designer's perfume which she probably sprayed all over her body, she sat nice
"Charlie ... have you really thought it through? I mean ... are you seriously considering going to school here?" Tommy had to ask."I think I'd like to explore the idea ... we'll see ... wouldn't it be great if we can stay in the same city together?" she t
He must've fallen asleep eventually, he couldn't have dozed off for more than an hour when he was awoken by a warm fuzzy feeling between his legs. He opened his eyes to find his pants were pulled down, and all of him was inside Charlie's mouth. He groaned in surprise, and then in pleasure.
He poured the Hennessy into the sifter, just enough. Slipped the glass between his fingers and swirled to inhale the evaporating aroma from the swish. He sipped on his favorite cognac, let it stay in his mouth for a fraction of a second before swallowing it. He loved the after taste.
It's been over a week since her divorce was final. She could still remember Bill's expression when he left the court room. Broken, lost, remorseful. He told her he was sorry. His apology came too late. If she hadn't done what she did, it wouldn't have come at all. He agreed on the alimony, and the financial support for their two daughters. They agreed that Bill should keep the house, Catherine had no intention to go back to Bluebridge. It was a long couple of months of divorce court.
They were playing the premiere of The Night Film project in campus. First year of college was almost over. It was a success among the students, they loved it. Brad's project became an instant hit, many of the students inquired to be part of their next project. The team was growing.
It was 10 o'clock in the morning the next day. Charlie was having breakfast with Tommy and Jeremy at The Deuce. They haven't done that in awhile. Amber's funeral was still a hot topic on the news. It made the front page of The Goldstone Daily newspaper. Maxine's grieving face when she delivered her eulogy was plastered all over the news instead of Amber's.
Dinner at Maxine was quiet. He wouldn't have been there if Maxine didn't insist that he came back with her and Deeta after the funeral. Her eulogy about how wonderful her relationship was with Amber, both personally and professionally, had diminished any appetite he had left for food.
One week. Who the hell is this Malcolm Blackwell?That was the first thing she tried to find out as soon as he left her office. She couldn't find anything other than the fact he was a well known, credible, highest paid lawyer in Goldstone. He's clean. If h
"I'm here to see Maxine Roberts," Malcolm said to the receptionist."Do you have an appointment, Sir?"
She couldn't stop thinking about what he said. She literally freaked out after he told her about the tape and excused herself in a haste before he could say anything else. She went straight to work and had a hard time concentrating on anything.Maxine's of
"Miss Ludlow ... can I see you in my office?"It was the first time she had seen Brad after the incident. He never asked to go to his office before. She looked at him in silence, her heart was beating faster but she kept her composure. She nodded. After ev