This new man shows up at the club wanting a piece of her, and suddenly things are changing. She needs a vacation all of a sudden. And she’s being a bit aloof, something she’s never been with me before now.
“So, this new guy. What’s his story?” I ask, digging for information.
“I don’t have a lot of info on him yet. His bank accounts are foreign.” She wipes her mouth and places her napkin on her plate, signaling that she’s done eating.
“Foreign?”
“Romania.” She laughs lightly. “Transylvania to be exact. Funny, he has no accent. He just sounds kind of regal is all. And he introduces himself as Bartholomew Mason the third. Kind of pompous, but not in any way a foreign name. Maybe he just found a tax-free place to bank with. Who knows? You rich people and your constant avoidance of taxes is a mystery to me.”
Me, I’m not mysterious. I’m just broken beyond repair. But this Mason guy is on my radar now, and I’ll find out everything I can about the man who wants my Isabel as his sub.
He will go down. It might take a little fight to get him there, but he will go down.