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during breaks, but that’s it. She’s a big time entertainment lawyer in L.A., single and no kids.”
“ Why didn’t you ask her?”
J.T. chuckled. “Naw,” he drawled. “Felicia would’ve wanted to run the show.”
“ Oh.” As soon as she understood what he meant her eyes widened. “And I’m a pushover, a big time pussy, someone that you can tell what to do?” she raged, her face reddening.
“ No, calm down,” he said slowly grasping for his words, all the alcohol he had drunk was beginning to affect him, it loosened his tongue. “You’re easy to get along with and I sensed that after talking with you at the diner. And the more I get to know you the more confident I am that I made the right decision. We make a great team. Don’t you think?” He gave her a lopsided grin.
“ We do,” she agreed. “So where did you go to college?”
“ Duke. I got a football scholarship and the rest was history,” he replied sleepily.
She grabbed a handful of trail mix, then nonchalantly asked, “So that’s where you met Kirk?” She averted her gaze and tossed the nuts in her mouth.
“ Yeah we were frat brothers, then he went on to Harvard.”
She dug a little deeper. “I bet you two have stories to tell.”
The wine had lowered J.T.’s defenses, he burrowed deeper into the pillows. “Believe it or not Kirk, was a geek, women were chasing him down, but he had blinders on, he was focused on getting his degree then going on for his master’s, but it paid off, my man is worth millions,” J.T. said proudly and Simone smiled. “ But as soon as he got his first million, the dog was let loose and he had a lady in every city, I think he still does,” J.T. slurred, his eyes were closing.
“ Good night big boy.” She walked around the master suite and blew out all the candles then turned out the lights. She debated whether to wake J.T. up so that he could get under the covers, she decided against it. He’ll wake up if he gets too cold.
Simone pulled back the covers on her side of the bed and slid in. “Ah, this is heaven,” she whispered before drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 9
Simone jogged down the stairs, she was on her way to the indoor pool, but wanted to stop by the kitchen to get a quick snack. During her free time she had wandered around the mansion, familiarizing herself with it. All the staff was wonderful, she had met Mrs. Robinson, the housekeeper and Ernesto the chef, they all welcomed her with open arms. If they suspected that hers and J.T.’s marriage was a fraud, they didn’t let on.
She skidded to a stop when she saw Kirk sitting at the island with a plate in front of him, he had a sandwich, a pasta salad with chips on the side. He was thumbing through a magazine. She was in the middle of debating whether to just leave and come back later after exercising or to join him for a bite to eat, when he looked up.
“ Hey, come join me.”
She remembered J.T.’s threat. “Um no. I thought I was hungry but now I’m not,” she said then turned to go.
“ Come on Simone, come eat with me. I hate sitting here by myself.”
Simone went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a banana and a packet of trail mix. Kirk watched as she pulled a dish from the cabinet, peeled the banana then placed the banana in the microwave.
His blue eyes widened with amusement. “What are you doing?”
The microwave dinged, she pulled open the door and got her warmed fruit. “I hate cold fruit,” she replied nonchalantly before picking up fork and butter knife.
“ That’s weird,” he teased.
Simone sat across from him. “Not really have you seen that TV show where people eat all that strange stuff like, toilet tissue, dirt, nails, detergent. Now that shit is weird.”
“ It is. I guess you’re normal then,” he joked.
“ Well thanks for your stamp of approval, I’ll notify the AJC,” she quipped, then sliced her banana into little pieces and stabbed a circle with her fork and stuck it
“ Why didn’t you ask her?”
J.T. chuckled. “Naw,” he drawled. “Felicia would’ve wanted to run the show.”
“ Oh.” As soon as she understood what he meant her eyes widened. “And I’m a pushover, a big time pussy, someone that you can tell what to do?” she raged, her face reddening.
“ No, calm down,” he said slowly grasping for his words, all the alcohol he had drunk was beginning to affect him, it loosened his tongue. “You’re easy to get along with and I sensed that after talking with you at the diner. And the more I get to know you the more confident I am that I made the right decision. We make a great team. Don’t you think?” He gave her a lopsided grin.
“ We do,” she agreed. “So where did you go to college?”
“ Duke. I got a football scholarship and the rest was history,” he replied sleepily.
She grabbed a handful of trail mix, then nonchalantly asked, “So that’s where you met Kirk?” She averted her gaze and tossed the nuts in her mouth.
“ Yeah we were frat brothers, then he went on to Harvard.”
She dug a little deeper. “I bet you two have stories to tell.”
The wine had lowered J.T.’s defenses, he burrowed deeper into the pillows. “Believe it or not Kirk, was a geek, women were chasing him down, but he had blinders on, he was focused on getting his degree then going on for his master’s, but it paid off, my man is worth millions,” J.T. said proudly and Simone smiled. “ But as soon as he got his first million, the dog was let loose and he had a lady in every city, I think he still does,” J.T. slurred, his eyes were closing.
“ Good night big boy.” She walked around the master suite and blew out all the candles then turned out the lights. She debated whether to wake J.T. up so that he could get under the covers, she decided against it. He’ll wake up if he gets too cold.
Simone pulled back the covers on her side of the bed and slid in. “Ah, this is heaven,” she whispered before drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 9
Simone jogged down the stairs, she was on her way to the indoor pool, but wanted to stop by the kitchen to get a quick snack. During her free time she had wandered around the mansion, familiarizing herself with it. All the staff was wonderful, she had met Mrs. Robinson, the housekeeper and Ernesto the chef, they all welcomed her with open arms. If they suspected that hers and J.T.’s marriage was a fraud, they didn’t let on.
She skidded to a stop when she saw Kirk sitting at the island with a plate in front of him, he had a sandwich, a pasta salad with chips on the side. He was thumbing through a magazine. She was in the middle of debating whether to just leave and come back later after exercising or to join him for a bite to eat, when he looked up.
“ Hey, come join me.”
She remembered J.T.’s threat. “Um no. I thought I was hungry but now I’m not,” she said then turned to go.
“ Come on Simone, come eat with me. I hate sitting here by myself.”
Simone went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a banana and a packet of trail mix. Kirk watched as she pulled a dish from the cabinet, peeled the banana then placed the banana in the microwave.
His blue eyes widened with amusement. “What are you doing?”
The microwave dinged, she pulled open the door and got her warmed fruit. “I hate cold fruit,” she replied nonchalantly before picking up fork and butter knife.
“ That’s weird,” he teased.
Simone sat across from him. “Not really have you seen that TV show where people eat all that strange stuff like, toilet tissue, dirt, nails, detergent. Now that shit is weird.”
“ It is. I guess you’re normal then,” he joked.
“ Well thanks for your stamp of approval, I’ll notify the AJC,” she quipped, then sliced her banana into little pieces and stabbed a circle with her fork and stuck it
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