Page 27 of His Weekend Girl
As Charlotte stared at the report emailed to her by Mercedes, she felt vindicated. Mercedes remembered her because she dropped Grant off at a gala the other day. The next thing everyone knew, they were magically engaged and had been dating for over a year.
Got you, bitch.
Charlotte sipped her mimosa and smiled. She was going to tell everyone what a fraudTraciwas. How fake that relationship with Grant was. And just like with Grant’s other girlfriends, she would leave the estate and his life and never be heard from ever again.
Charlotte smiled. She felt like she was a detective who solved a big case.
She’d been studying Grant for years from afar, watching his every move. He often ended up in the society pages as whispers of who he was dating traveled in many circles. A ballerina from Ukraine. A small-business owner from Harlem. A yogi from Atlanta.
They all made appearances but they never stayed.
She suspected the women knew what the deal was. Grant would entertain them, fuck them, and then they’ll be on their merry way. She never heard them badmouth him in the pressor even in the online gossip circles. He seemed to be on friendly terms with all of them.
Except her.
The affair with Nathan…well,it just happened. She honestly thought Grant was about to die, and so did everyone else! Nathan comforted her. He brought her soup. Made sure she showered and slept. Kept her entertained.
One thing led to another and they had a whirlwind affair.
Once Grant was out of his coma, he discovered his fiancée was about to marry his brother. And they were married within a year. He was relieved of his CEO position and he officially left the company to start his own.
Meanwhile, Charlotte became the woman to be around in all the society circles. She was at the high-priced country club lunches. She had Pilates dates with a few moms from PTA. She did spa retreats every six months with another circle.
And Nathan was never home.
He’d hired a staff to make sure Charlotte would have free time to do…to do whatever the hell she did, he didn’t care. A nanny watched the children. A chef prepared meals. A maid cleaned the home.
Anything to distract Charlotte from Nathan’s affairs.
She wasn’t stupid; she knew about the cocktail waitress during poker night. She knew about the temporary secretary from a few years ago. She knew about the Domme in Mississippi, out of all places.
Instead of complaining, Charlotte took everything on the chin. That was how women in high society acted. They never made a fuss. They never acted like how the others did on reality shows. They never did any of that.
It was bad enough she made headlines when she left Grant for Nathan. It was bad enough that there were still whispers whenever she walked into a room. It was bad enough wheneversomeone asked her about Grant, she had to pretend they had a great relationship when he wanted nothing to do with her.
It was devastating that despite getting everything she wanted, Charlotte still regretted leaving Grant.
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“So, what exactly happened with you and your brother?”
Grant blew out a harsh breath as he interlocked fingers with Trixie in bed. They were still naked and eating from a small charcuterie board Terrell made for them and left by the bedroom door.
She sipped on champagne, and he nursed a whiskey. He stared down at his whiskey, contemplating if he should sip it. On second thought, it was better for him to be sober to reshare the story; there was plenty of time for him to get comatose drunk later.
“Years ago, I got sick. As I was fighting for my life, Nathan decided he was acting in my best interest and took over the company,” Grant stated as Trixie’s mouth gaped open. “He then also decided to comfort my fiancée, Charlotte, as she kept vigil and between appointments where she transported me.” He decided to take a small sip after all. “They saidit just happenedbut lowkey, I think something was going on before I got sick; my illness was just convenient for them.”
“Wow!” Trixie almost shouted and quickly quieted herself. “And everyone is okay with that? Parents included?”
“No,” he shook his head, “nobody was. But with wealthy families, it’s different. If we were a regular family, I’m sure I wouldn’t even be here right now. I would have absolutely nothing to do with any of them.”
“But you’re not a regular family?” She chimed in and he nodded.
“Wealthy families will also put image and money before anything. It doesn’t matter if I’m dying or my heart is broken.But you’re fine now, right?” Grant remembered his cousin starting over a round of golf. He took great pleasure in pissing in his cousin’s garden every chance he got. “But that’s the way it is.”
“But you alluded Charlotte isn’t happy with him now?” Trixie prided. “What’s going on there?”
“Trixie, you need to understand that just because the grass is greener doesn’t mean it’s real grass,” Grant added. “Sometimes, people don’t appreciate what they have until it’s too late. I let Charlotte do whatever she wanted and gave her everything she needed; she didn’t think it was enough. My brother offered her more and she blindly took it, not realizing he also expected more from her.”
