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Yet, Lindsey never told Jessie about that.
“Elliot is overseeing the final construction phase of his newest resort in Honolulu. They’ve been having a ton of unexpected problems. He will be gone at least a month, maybe longer. So… that made it the perfect time for me to come. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”
“You do have your own life after all; it’s okay.”
“You've managed to visit me three times in the years since you guys moved back here, and I haven’t even come once.”
“Elliot is an important, busy man. It’s okay; don’t be so hard on yourself. Just… is everything okay? Are you doing well? You seem awfully skinny to me.”
“I’m great. I’m so excited for Elliot to start his campaign, but until then, I get to hang out with you! I hoped you wouldn’t mind.”
“Mind? Lindsey Johanson, I was about to hog-tie you and physically carry you here. Besides, I didn’t want to worry Will, but the doctor hinted that I have to start taking it easier. I wasn’t lying about that. So it was more than just my selfish desire to see you, or that I wanted you here. I hoped you wouldn’t mind if you had to help me out a bit.”
Lindsey nearly wilted in disbelief. Mind helping out a bit? She never did anything. She lived her entire life with not one goal or duty of importance. She didn’t even cook and clean her own house, so she wasn’t like the typical housewife. The only chores she did were the ones that Elliot didn’t trust the staff to do, like dusting his collectables. He was meticulous about his stuff, as he expected her to be.
She spent her days overseeing others doing the chores that should have kept her busy. She went to vacuous, insipid lunches at the country club, and socialized with the wives of politicians, defense workers, and CEOs who were as bored and useless as she. They were all, the entire lot of them (she included) as interesting as rocks. Quite simply, they did nothing . How could they have anything to interesting to say? Some of the women called her “friends” really were no more than part of the protocol designed to advance Elliot’s goals. Some had kids to care for. They had real things to do that culminated in real results. Lindsey had nothing to do, or affect, or influence that mattered in the least.
She once believed she could do great things in her youth with her life. For one, she fully intended to make a career in the Army. Of course, that was before she met Elliot. The first six months they dated, they were both in the Army. It never occurred to her that he might want her to quit. Or that he’d later demand she do absolutely nothing every single day of her life, unless it was to serve him. Or that he faithfully intended to beat her on a fairly regular basis.
She fought Elliot at first when they discussed her Army contract, which was coming up. She could have continued on active duty or switched to the Reserves, or Inactive Reserves. He convinced her, in just one night, and fairly thoroughly, just why she had to switch to inactive status. She obeyed him just so he’d keep his fists to himself. She wasn’t equipped to fight him. He was twice her size, both in muscle and weight. It was awful for the first two years. To go from always being busy, and needed, and knowing how to do things and get things done, to a life of absolutely nothing. She often paced the house to avoid going stark, raving, crazy from lack of anything to do.
But Elliot quickly solved her problem. He demonstrated the consequences and dictated how she should behave. Any lesson Elliot bothered to teach her always left her very convinced that he was right. The pain of resisting him wasn’t worth it.
Elliot’s uncanny ability to keep it all such a secret was how he chose to discipline her. He had a gift for putting just the exact amount of pressure on her limbs to really hurt her, without breaking any bones. He usually left his marks on her back, torso and upper legs, which sported an
“Elliot is overseeing the final construction phase of his newest resort in Honolulu. They’ve been having a ton of unexpected problems. He will be gone at least a month, maybe longer. So… that made it the perfect time for me to come. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”
“You do have your own life after all; it’s okay.”
“You've managed to visit me three times in the years since you guys moved back here, and I haven’t even come once.”
“Elliot is an important, busy man. It’s okay; don’t be so hard on yourself. Just… is everything okay? Are you doing well? You seem awfully skinny to me.”
“I’m great. I’m so excited for Elliot to start his campaign, but until then, I get to hang out with you! I hoped you wouldn’t mind.”
“Mind? Lindsey Johanson, I was about to hog-tie you and physically carry you here. Besides, I didn’t want to worry Will, but the doctor hinted that I have to start taking it easier. I wasn’t lying about that. So it was more than just my selfish desire to see you, or that I wanted you here. I hoped you wouldn’t mind if you had to help me out a bit.”
Lindsey nearly wilted in disbelief. Mind helping out a bit? She never did anything. She lived her entire life with not one goal or duty of importance. She didn’t even cook and clean her own house, so she wasn’t like the typical housewife. The only chores she did were the ones that Elliot didn’t trust the staff to do, like dusting his collectables. He was meticulous about his stuff, as he expected her to be.
She spent her days overseeing others doing the chores that should have kept her busy. She went to vacuous, insipid lunches at the country club, and socialized with the wives of politicians, defense workers, and CEOs who were as bored and useless as she. They were all, the entire lot of them (she included) as interesting as rocks. Quite simply, they did nothing . How could they have anything to interesting to say? Some of the women called her “friends” really were no more than part of the protocol designed to advance Elliot’s goals. Some had kids to care for. They had real things to do that culminated in real results. Lindsey had nothing to do, or affect, or influence that mattered in the least.
She once believed she could do great things in her youth with her life. For one, she fully intended to make a career in the Army. Of course, that was before she met Elliot. The first six months they dated, they were both in the Army. It never occurred to her that he might want her to quit. Or that he’d later demand she do absolutely nothing every single day of her life, unless it was to serve him. Or that he faithfully intended to beat her on a fairly regular basis.
She fought Elliot at first when they discussed her Army contract, which was coming up. She could have continued on active duty or switched to the Reserves, or Inactive Reserves. He convinced her, in just one night, and fairly thoroughly, just why she had to switch to inactive status. She obeyed him just so he’d keep his fists to himself. She wasn’t equipped to fight him. He was twice her size, both in muscle and weight. It was awful for the first two years. To go from always being busy, and needed, and knowing how to do things and get things done, to a life of absolutely nothing. She often paced the house to avoid going stark, raving, crazy from lack of anything to do.
But Elliot quickly solved her problem. He demonstrated the consequences and dictated how she should behave. Any lesson Elliot bothered to teach her always left her very convinced that he was right. The pain of resisting him wasn’t worth it.
Elliot’s uncanny ability to keep it all such a secret was how he chose to discipline her. He had a gift for putting just the exact amount of pressure on her limbs to really hurt her, without breaking any bones. He usually left his marks on her back, torso and upper legs, which sported an
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