Page 2 of Wild Ever After
But she’d figure it out. She had several months before she had to be back for fall classes. She could take multiple mini-vacations if she wanted. And come to think of it, that didn’t sound like a half bad idea.
Her cell phone jolted her out of her thoughts of the beach and fruity drinks and the brightly colored Mumu she’d be decked out in. She dug through the pile of papers to her left. She didn’t need to look at the screen to know who was calling. But out of habit, she did it anyway.
Harry Walker.
Her husband.
Her finger hesitated over the Answer button just long enough for the call to go to voicemail. “Oh, damn,” she said, not the least bit bothered that she’d missed her chance to talk to him instead of deleting his voicemail without listening to it.
Truth was, she missed him. He was the love of her life and he’d been the man of her dreams when they met in the quad on their college campus.Thiscollege campus twenty-five years ago.. He still was the man of her dreams.
“Stupid scandals,” she muttered, setting the phone down, but not before taking care of that voicemail.
Will had the right idea. It was her birthday. She needed to get out and a drink at Pat’s would be nice.
A lot of drinks would be even better.
* * * * *
Harry Walked tossed the smartphone across his desk. “Damn woman. Too stubborn for her own good.”
She was still avoiding him.
For twelve months she’d been avoiding him. Even their daughter wouldn’t take his calls half the time. It had passed the point of ridiculous and he was tired of it. He was tired of being ignored.
Tired of eating out alone. He could cook, but didn’t like doing so for just himself.
Tired of sleeping alone. The bed was large and cold, meant for two, not just him.
And… He was really tired of getting off alone. Masturbation was a means to an end for him. Other than the momentary release it provided, it was a chore.
No. From the moment he saw her all those years ago, he’d wanted her in his life and in his bed. Belinda Billings.
His Bella. His wife. His fantasy. His submissive.
He wanted her back. He’d given her space and time after what their family had been through, after their lives had been upended. But a year was long enough.
He sat up, determination in his every move and pressed the intercom button on his desk phone. “Marie?”
“Yes, Mr. Walker?”
“Can you call the airfield and have the plane fueled and tell Marco to file a flight plan for Baltimore?”
“Yes, Mr. Walker. Anything else?”
“No, thanks.”
“Very good.”
Harry sat back in his chair and turned to look out over the Charleston Battery. It was his favorite view. The water calmed his mind.
Born and raised in Charleston, the first time Harry left home was when he chose a small college in Baltimore where his mother’s family was from. But that wasn’t good enough for her and she didn’t speak to him for weeks after he told her he wouldn’t be attending Harvard, where his father and all his uncles had gone.
His father had simply told him to have a good time and not to do anything he himself wouldn’t do.
That promise wasn’t hard to keep considering there wasn’t much Henry Walker wouldn’t and didn’t do in his lifetime.
Freshman year in college, Harry met Belinda.
