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leg and indicated we should go.
“Thank you for your time,” I said and James and I left after Mr. Thompson told us he regretted we made the trip for nothing. James and I left the office and once inside the car, James voiced his displeasure.
“I’m going to throttle that bitch! Who the fuck does she think she is?” James seethed.
“I’m not hungry. Let’s get back to Los Angeles and go pay the Fraulein a visit,” I said and James agreed. He was quiet the entire ride to the airport and then on the flight back to Los Angeles. I could tell he was angry. I’d only seen him like this once, the day he fired Vicky. He was quiet then too. After we landed and were in his truck on the way to Roland, I asked him what was the matter.
“I’m thinking. I’ve got an idea but I need to work it out,” he said.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” I asked.
“No, not yet,” James told me but then seeing the look I wore, he added, “Yes, my flair for the dramatic.” I smiled as James pulled off the freeway but then turned the wrong way and hoped right back on the freeway going the opposite direction.
“What are you doing?” I asked confused.
“Seeing the Fraulein isn’t going to accomplish anything. She’ll deny it all and we have no proof. Even if we did, right now she has us by the balls,” James explained. He was right.
“And you’ve got an idea to change that, don’t you?” I asked.
“And if it works, Vicky will be out of our hair forever,” James told me and that sexy, devilish grin crept onto his face. James and I grabbed dinner on the way home at his steakhouse. We didn’t discuss the issues with my license or Vicky. We kept it light, mostly talking about the upcoming tour and the possible pre-tour show, but again James was evasive about that. It wasn’t set in stone and he didn’t want to get my hopes up, or his. We left stuffed and satisfied as usual and headed to James house.
James was busy over the next few days and I had no desire to stick around with Sylvia. I told James I should spend some time at home catching up on things and hanging with Josie, not wanting to bring up my dislike for his ex-wife. I was walking a fine line where Sylvia was concerned. I wanted to let James know what she was up to but I didn’t want to alienate him either. James would be gone much of the time practicing and getting ready for the tour so I wasn’t too concerned Sylvia would have much time with him. Besides, with all the drama going on neither James or I were in the mood to mess around right now. How the heck did life become so complicated?
“Simone,” Sylvia called out to me after I said goodbye to James and I was nearly out the front door.
“What is it?” I asked impatiently.
“My, aren’t you grouchy? Trouble in paradise?” Sylvia asked, never missing an opportunity to twist the knife.
“What do you want, Sylvia?” I asked again with even less patience.
“Can’t you feel it? James is growing tired of you. You’re far too much trouble. Yes, I know what’s going on. He was happy before you came along. It won’t be long and he’ll find a woman that can make him truly happy,” she said. I felt my blood boil and I had to take a breath before answering her.
“Would that be you? I know you’re trying to break us up, but it won’t work. You’re a sad, aging ex-wife of a rock star. You should move on and stop clinging to your past. It’s unbecoming for a woman of your age to act the way you do,” I said and for the first time, I could see Sylvia was off-balance.
“Well, see. You have no idea who you’re dealing with. You’d be smart to just give up and go back to Iowa or wherever it is you’re from. You’re going to lose and lose bad,” Sylvia told me and I should have acted on the threat but I didn’t. I took her desperation to hurt me as just anger and frustration. I wasn’t the shrinking flower she hoped I’d be and that bothered her. However, there was so much
“Thank you for your time,” I said and James and I left after Mr. Thompson told us he regretted we made the trip for nothing. James and I left the office and once inside the car, James voiced his displeasure.
“I’m going to throttle that bitch! Who the fuck does she think she is?” James seethed.
“I’m not hungry. Let’s get back to Los Angeles and go pay the Fraulein a visit,” I said and James agreed. He was quiet the entire ride to the airport and then on the flight back to Los Angeles. I could tell he was angry. I’d only seen him like this once, the day he fired Vicky. He was quiet then too. After we landed and were in his truck on the way to Roland, I asked him what was the matter.
“I’m thinking. I’ve got an idea but I need to work it out,” he said.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” I asked.
“No, not yet,” James told me but then seeing the look I wore, he added, “Yes, my flair for the dramatic.” I smiled as James pulled off the freeway but then turned the wrong way and hoped right back on the freeway going the opposite direction.
“What are you doing?” I asked confused.
“Seeing the Fraulein isn’t going to accomplish anything. She’ll deny it all and we have no proof. Even if we did, right now she has us by the balls,” James explained. He was right.
“And you’ve got an idea to change that, don’t you?” I asked.
“And if it works, Vicky will be out of our hair forever,” James told me and that sexy, devilish grin crept onto his face. James and I grabbed dinner on the way home at his steakhouse. We didn’t discuss the issues with my license or Vicky. We kept it light, mostly talking about the upcoming tour and the possible pre-tour show, but again James was evasive about that. It wasn’t set in stone and he didn’t want to get my hopes up, or his. We left stuffed and satisfied as usual and headed to James house.
James was busy over the next few days and I had no desire to stick around with Sylvia. I told James I should spend some time at home catching up on things and hanging with Josie, not wanting to bring up my dislike for his ex-wife. I was walking a fine line where Sylvia was concerned. I wanted to let James know what she was up to but I didn’t want to alienate him either. James would be gone much of the time practicing and getting ready for the tour so I wasn’t too concerned Sylvia would have much time with him. Besides, with all the drama going on neither James or I were in the mood to mess around right now. How the heck did life become so complicated?
“Simone,” Sylvia called out to me after I said goodbye to James and I was nearly out the front door.
“What is it?” I asked impatiently.
“My, aren’t you grouchy? Trouble in paradise?” Sylvia asked, never missing an opportunity to twist the knife.
“What do you want, Sylvia?” I asked again with even less patience.
“Can’t you feel it? James is growing tired of you. You’re far too much trouble. Yes, I know what’s going on. He was happy before you came along. It won’t be long and he’ll find a woman that can make him truly happy,” she said. I felt my blood boil and I had to take a breath before answering her.
“Would that be you? I know you’re trying to break us up, but it won’t work. You’re a sad, aging ex-wife of a rock star. You should move on and stop clinging to your past. It’s unbecoming for a woman of your age to act the way you do,” I said and for the first time, I could see Sylvia was off-balance.
“Well, see. You have no idea who you’re dealing with. You’d be smart to just give up and go back to Iowa or wherever it is you’re from. You’re going to lose and lose bad,” Sylvia told me and I should have acted on the threat but I didn’t. I took her desperation to hurt me as just anger and frustration. I wasn’t the shrinking flower she hoped I’d be and that bothered her. However, there was so much
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