CHAPTER 3
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"You did not give me an answer, Samantha." he said, as I took the papers standing in front of his desk.
He sat down there in all his magnificence. He was such a handsome man, although not handsome enough to beat Emilio's undisputable looks. These men were gorgeous in all ramifications but slight opposites to each other. I looked through the papers and then returned them to the envelope.
"Thanks Dominic. I shall keep in touch." I said to him as I turned away.
"Dominic? It's been ages since you called me that way Sam. Would you answer my question now?" he asked behind me.
"What question?" I asked as I turned to look at him again. He was standing now with both hands in his pockets.
"Would you be divorcing him this time?" he asked me again.
"I am a married woman, Dominic," I said with emphasis on his name.
"Yes, married but transitioning through divorce. I just need to know Sam. Give me anything, a sign. Just anything at all to know that I still have a chance with you." he said, gesturing with his hands which he had taken from his pocket.
I had to beg the heavens in my head not to let him come around from that desk or I was doomed. Luckily, he understood and respected my personal space and remained on his spot. I looked at him and then smiled in my head at myself and my behavior. It was really a case to be studied as I had no idea why on earth I could not move on with this man already. However, the truth remained that I loved my husband still and anything I would be doing now was only so I could win him back and exert a little bit of revenge on him.
"Have a nice day Dom. I shall be in touch." I said, whirling myself away from the office. As I left, I heard him chuckle sadly because I knew he probably was in pain or still shocked by my attitude.
I was just getting into my car when my phone chimed as a message entered. I took it out and it was a text from Emilio.
'WHERE ARE YOU WOMAN?'
He was asked and there also were two missed calls which I had not noticed, probably because I had left the phone in the car. I smiled and replaced the phone when I saw the notification. Quickly, I slid down and I saw the message.
'Hello Kitty,
You have been selected for the first screening, which will be conducted at the address below. Do well also to upload photos of you to the website and fill in the attached form.'
Your guess is as good as mine. It was from the club and I had been selected to partake in the screening. I smiled as I started thinking of what to do because certainly I could not go there looking like me. I needed to work on myself.
Alright, let me clarify your questions now. Yes, for some time in my life, I worked as a stripper just to keep up with my tuition, but that was a long time ago before I even met Emilio. I eventually had to quit after I graduated and found something much better and worthwhile, but now, I am back at it. And yes, I do have a job. A hobby you might call it, but it does everything to keep me company. I am a writer, although since the baby, I have not written a single line or piece. Now enough about me and let us continue with the plans for vengeance. I needed to do a little shopping.
I made my way to the boutique which I had never visited as I certainly could not go to one my husband and I frequented as I could make no mistakes. I needed a good mask and some outfits that would pass for everything I needed to get down. Did I mention I got heels too, really high ones and even more? A couple additions of a new makeup kit and I was ready to rumble. I paid with my personal card as it was all about being careful and then went away to my car. My phone was ringing again and I would have cursed if that was him had I not seen Zara.
"Hey girl?" I said on the phone.
"Samantha, where are you? Emilio called to ask if I knew where you were," she said.
"What did you tell him then?" I asked.
"What else? Had to tell him we were out getting stuff and you went to get your phone from the car. He said you should call him soon." she said.
Zara was such a darling.
"Thanks Zee, " I said." but seriously, where are you Samantha?
"Zara, there will be no need to lie again, okay? I am leaving him." I said.
"What happened? You know what, where are you? I will come." she said.
I thought for a while but I knew my best friend. She would never sell me out and right now a bright idea crossed my mind. She could even assist me and it would be fun this time just like in the old days, only that this one would be against my husband.
"I'm going to eat at Julie's at thirty. Meet me there." I said.
"See you at thirty then and, whatever it is, keep it cool until I'm there." she said.
I certainly was beginning to sink into the path of darkness. I had been thinking worriedly about getting assistance with the interview at the club which was due in two days at night. I needed backup to help with making my plans come through and I know now that it would be much better when two good heads, or in this case, bad heads, come together. I received another text from Emilio and this time it was more commanding than the first.
'SAMANTHA, YOU HAD SURE GET YOUR ASS HOME THIS INSTANT. WE NEED TO TALK.' it read.
Talk, he said, as though there was ever a never talked. It had always been him talking while I listened to him. It had always been him making the rules while I played with them and right now, I was fed up and in no mood.
I dropped the phone as I patted the divorce papers and started playing Revenge by xxxTentacion in my car.
I sang along with the lyrics.
'....I've dug two graves for us, my dear
Can't pretend that I was perfect, leavin' you in fear
Oh man, what a world, the things I hear
If I could act on my revenge, then, oh, would I?
Some kill, some steal, some break your heart....'
- Writer
