Page 10 of Dirty Husband
Right now, I need his help.
And he is right. My pride isn't worth more than my father's life.
I unwrap the letter.
Seven-figures. The rest is negotiable.
- Shep
Chapter Five
Shepard
Jasmine: I have terms.
My body gets light. My head fills with the image of her fingers sliding over her cell. Her red lips parting with a sigh. Her dark hair falling at her shoulders.
She wants the money.
No, it's worse for her. She needs the money. If it was only a want, a desire for a better place or nicer things, she wouldn't give me the time of day.
She's fucked without my money.
I have plenty of it.
But other men have money. A lot of other men. And who wouldn't want her? Who wouldn't offer her the entire world?
I have to ask fast. Before someone else sees this opportunity.
Before I lose any chance at winning this fucking game.
Shep: Come to my office.
Jasmine: It's the middle of the night.
Shep: It's eleven fifteen.
Jasmine: I have to be at work at eight.
Shep: You know that isn't true.
Jasmine: What's the address?
Shep: I'll send a car.
Jasmine: And you already know where I live.
Is she smiling or rolling her eyes? I don't know anymore. I can't read her the way I once did.
She hates that she needs me. I understand that much.
Once upon a time, I hated the way I needed her. Even when I loved her. It made me too vulnerable.
Weaknesses are exploitable.
I can't afford any more.
Only this—
