Page 66 of Possession

Vaughn is excited about something. What it is, I don’t know, and I only halfway care. I’ve got a difficult business negotiation on my mind that I need to tie up, as well as a beautiful woman at home who is growing very impatient with her pregnancy. Her recent texts only confirm that.

Megan: How much longer are you going to be at the club?

Me: Maybe an hour or so.

Megan: What are you doing there that you can’t do here?

Me: The staff need to see me in the building, Megan.

Megan: That’s why you have a manager.

Me: I also run my other business from here.

Megan: At eight o’clock at night?

Me: Really, babe?

She knows all this already.

Megan: Fine, but don’t you dare think you can walk in here after midnight, and I’ll just spread my legs for you. I’m tired.

She’s the one wearing me out every night, but I play along.

Me: No expectations at all.

Megan: You suck.

I chuckle as I place my phone back on the table. Megan is so restless at times that it took me over thirty minutes tonight to convince her that stopping by the club was a bad idea at this point in her pregnancy. She took it way too personally and accused me of pregnancy bigotry (whatever the hell that is). All Itold her was that nobody wants to party at a nightclub next to a pregnant woman.

She was livid, although I understand her frustration. The weight of the pregnancy makes her feel uncomfortable at times, and she’s often bored at home. While she loves to paint, which keeps her busy up to a certain point, I think she misses human interaction with someone other than me and her security detail. Once I wrap up this negotiation I’m working on, I think I’ll take her to Paradise Cove for a week-long beach getaway. She’ll like that, and we both need the escape.

“What the hell are we celebrating anyway?” Christian asks Vaughn, breaking my train of thought.

“My divorce.”

“I didn’t get any finalized paperwork,” Christian replies in a confused tone.

“I handled it myself.”

“Get the fuck out of here!” Christian jests.

“Yep, sure did.”

“What did you do?” I ask, worried about how exactly Vaughn handled his scandalous ex.

“I told her I was sick of paying lawyers and that we were both grown people who could handle the end of our relationship in a civil manner.”

“Sick of paying lawyers? You haven’t paid me one red cent,” Christian scoffs.

I laugh because Christian’s just fucking with Vaughn. We’re friends, so it’s assumed that Christian is helping Vaughn with his divorce because of their longstanding friendship, not for money. Christian doesn’t need the money, and divorce law isn’t even his specialty.

“I still have to payherlegal fees.”

“You pay them only if she wins, idiot, and I’d never let that happen,” Christian blusters. “I hope you didn’t give her all your damn money because that’s all she wants.”

“I didn’t.”

“But you gave her more than what you should have, didn’t you?”

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