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it’s best to wait until it’s a done deal. I don’t necessarily feel like airing the circumstances of our marriage.”
She sighed, shaking her head.
“You are a strange man, husband.”
“As strange as you are beautiful, wife,” he said, giving her a kiss on the head. “I have some things to attend to. I’ll see you tonight?”
“Sure,” Behati’s eyes darted towards her desk drawer, where her needles were. She had been better, at least she had been trying to, but she needed courage to get through the night, to deal with his mother, with the level of etiquette the party required. Adam’s eyes followed hers, and he took a step forward.
“Behati…”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tonight,” she said, not looking at him. She didn’t want to tell him that this particular shipment that she had was one directly from Maurice’s line, it had his symbol on the baggie and everything. It was probably thanks to his delivery that she was able to buy it. Life would have been easier if she could have cut out the dealer, the middle man, all together, but she had a feeling he would lose it if she asked directly.
She really had been doing better, and she almost fought the temptation to use it as he exited the room. If she hadn’t practically shoved him out the door, perhaps he could have stayed longer, they could have chatted, or kissed with knee weakening passion. Perhaps he could have taken her out for lunch or to a movie before the big night.
But it was the drugs she had a date with, not her soon to be ex- husband.
Outside the door, leaning against it, Adam heard the sounds of the bag opening, of her sigh as the drugs entered her veins. He knew exactly what she was going to do, and he couldn’t come up with a reason to stop her. He had no control, no hold over her, no reason to tell her what to do. After all, hadn’t he spent his whole marriage making it clear that he didn’t care about her?
But as he heard her lie on the bed, the creak of the bed springs as the chemicals in her veins sent her into a false high, he wondered why he didn’t break down the door, tell her to stop.
And somewhere, all around the country, girls just like her were doing the same thing while people that they loved stood by, helpless, thanks to his shipments.
Their deals with Maurice were growing, and their bank accounts had never been so fat. The money that they made was invested and put into other projects, legal projects, projects to try and clear his soul. They made headlines twice for large donations to charity, and once for making a million over night in a smart investment. They had never flown higher, or been more successful.
But with the fame, came downfalls, of course. There were rumors of their work with Maurice, and other black market deals, some of them true and some of them not. There were, for the first time, photographs of Keith coming to and from school, which made Adam see red. He had tried his hardest, especially after his father died, to keep Keith out of the media’s wrath as long as possible. But with these recent developments it was hard to.
He had been away on business four days out of six so far this week, leaving Behati alone to deal with the divorce paperwork, or worse, his mother. It bothered him, that all he could do was make a long distance phone call once in awhile to try and assist her.
And of course, there was the pure fact that the stress of keeping such a deal under wraps was weighing on him. The money was great, but perhaps not so great that it was worth it.
Going down the stairs, to head out for his meeting, he called for Rick, who was supposed to join him. To his surprise he found his brother sitting in a living room chair, grinning at his phone. It was not that he was looking at his phone or in the living room that was shocking, but the fact that he was smiling, especially of his own accord.
“What’s so funny?” Adam asked, as he slipped on his coat, and handed his
She sighed, shaking her head.
“You are a strange man, husband.”
“As strange as you are beautiful, wife,” he said, giving her a kiss on the head. “I have some things to attend to. I’ll see you tonight?”
“Sure,” Behati’s eyes darted towards her desk drawer, where her needles were. She had been better, at least she had been trying to, but she needed courage to get through the night, to deal with his mother, with the level of etiquette the party required. Adam’s eyes followed hers, and he took a step forward.
“Behati…”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tonight,” she said, not looking at him. She didn’t want to tell him that this particular shipment that she had was one directly from Maurice’s line, it had his symbol on the baggie and everything. It was probably thanks to his delivery that she was able to buy it. Life would have been easier if she could have cut out the dealer, the middle man, all together, but she had a feeling he would lose it if she asked directly.
She really had been doing better, and she almost fought the temptation to use it as he exited the room. If she hadn’t practically shoved him out the door, perhaps he could have stayed longer, they could have chatted, or kissed with knee weakening passion. Perhaps he could have taken her out for lunch or to a movie before the big night.
But it was the drugs she had a date with, not her soon to be ex- husband.
Outside the door, leaning against it, Adam heard the sounds of the bag opening, of her sigh as the drugs entered her veins. He knew exactly what she was going to do, and he couldn’t come up with a reason to stop her. He had no control, no hold over her, no reason to tell her what to do. After all, hadn’t he spent his whole marriage making it clear that he didn’t care about her?
But as he heard her lie on the bed, the creak of the bed springs as the chemicals in her veins sent her into a false high, he wondered why he didn’t break down the door, tell her to stop.
And somewhere, all around the country, girls just like her were doing the same thing while people that they loved stood by, helpless, thanks to his shipments.
Their deals with Maurice were growing, and their bank accounts had never been so fat. The money that they made was invested and put into other projects, legal projects, projects to try and clear his soul. They made headlines twice for large donations to charity, and once for making a million over night in a smart investment. They had never flown higher, or been more successful.
But with the fame, came downfalls, of course. There were rumors of their work with Maurice, and other black market deals, some of them true and some of them not. There were, for the first time, photographs of Keith coming to and from school, which made Adam see red. He had tried his hardest, especially after his father died, to keep Keith out of the media’s wrath as long as possible. But with these recent developments it was hard to.
He had been away on business four days out of six so far this week, leaving Behati alone to deal with the divorce paperwork, or worse, his mother. It bothered him, that all he could do was make a long distance phone call once in awhile to try and assist her.
And of course, there was the pure fact that the stress of keeping such a deal under wraps was weighing on him. The money was great, but perhaps not so great that it was worth it.
Going down the stairs, to head out for his meeting, he called for Rick, who was supposed to join him. To his surprise he found his brother sitting in a living room chair, grinning at his phone. It was not that he was looking at his phone or in the living room that was shocking, but the fact that he was smiling, especially of his own accord.
“What’s so funny?” Adam asked, as he slipped on his coat, and handed his
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