Legally Cynical

Vague

Beatrice's POV

I'm walking out of the bank after finalising various paperwork with Sam. By me doing it I really mean that Sam just told me where to sign. Not a single thought from me.

Afterwards I grab a coffee from the cafe down the street that is run by a sweet old lady. I leave a tip and walk back to the car. Once I get to it I unlock the door, sit down and scream. I have no idea why but I scream my heart out. I hate my life. I wouldn't be able to tell you why. I have everything I've ever wanted; money, a huge home and amazing friends whom I trust with my life. I despise that I have no one to grow old with. Romance books fill up my entire book shelf and I absolutely love the classic romance movies but they have left and empty hole in my love life that'll never be filled. Call me a sucker for a good book worthy romance but I suppose that is all it is. Stuff for books. I collect myself and straighten out my clothes. I put the key in the ignition and drive home to get ready for my date. It was set up by one of the ladies at the club called Barb. She has 4 children and a husband who is never home. She hates her life also. She has the best personality and fully supports my mission in life. However, she came from nothing and fell in love with a man she has spent 15 years with. She is now one of the treasured members at the club and has a  nanny who takes care of the children. She lounges and gossips for most of the day and we have a lot of conversation. Especially when I have a new endeavour for a husband. Although she's 35 and I'm 23 we have a lot in common.

I pull up to my home and buzz in to unlock the gate. I park the car in the garage and go inside. I decorated my home to be a home. One day I want to feel like this is where I happily live. One day I want this to be a home, instead of somewhere I secretly own and have to keep hidden because that's what good wives do. Fuck that. I get in and chuck my keys on the chest of draws I keep near the door. I get up to my room and put on this dress I have had since my first marriage. It was the first nice thing I had ever bought. I matched it with these gorgeous pearl earrings and a pearl bracelet. I leave my neck bare so the cleavage is definitely on show and would be of the upmost attention. I match it with the most expensive black heels I own and take a breath. My makeup is done just in case I accidentally catch the eye of a high earning lawyer. You know just in case... 

"Alexa play fuck you by Lily Allen." If this doesn't snap me out of this mood then I don't know what will. 

I spray a bunch of perfume I bought from this drug store that I've been using for years. Some things never change. I sit on my phone scrolling until I receive a phone call from Sam.

"Hello my beautiful business woman. What is todays target audience? Or who is shall I say." Sam says.

"Very funny my love. And for your information it is a man who goes by the name George Parker. He is a successful man who dabbles in men's clothing production." I say in a sarcastic tone reading from the notes from Barb.

"Someone's done their research."  I can tell he's rolling his eyes. " I have one up on you though. He's incredibly family oriented. He is usually spotted with his family for brunch or whatever. That might pose a problem however you are experienced so I have no doubt that you will be perfectly fine. Just watch out for his lawyer brother."

"Firstly ouch. I may be experienced but you didn't have to say it like that. Secondly, a lawyer may throw a spanner in the works but if it does I'll run for the hills, I'm yet to even meet the guy." I say.

"Good luck! Don't forget to send that boyfriend of mine an invite if you do marry him. He felt rather left out the last time." He said laughing.

"Of course I will. I completely spaced last time and gave you the plus one. It wouldn't happen again. That's if the opportunity presents itself. Have to run, talk later?"