Mr. Imperfectionist 2

16 - A Plan

Three months passed by. Mr. Perez hadn't discussed his plans with me yet. My men denied telling me about the plan without Mr. Perez's permission. I was confused as to who was paying them. Their devotion seemed to Javier rather than to me. I let it go since I had a lot on my plate. Luis kept on sending us consignments, and I kept following his orders like a loyal dog.

We continued having private meetings far from my office and our homes, where Luis couldn't trace us. We had installed anti-spy detectors everywhere possible so that we could easily speak at office and home when going far for a meeting wasn't possible. We would keep the detectors deactivated most of the times, so that Luis can't suspect anything. We spoke most of the time and cursed him so that he could hear us and be sure that his installed cameras and mics were working. We also wrote letters to each other for important matters and made calls from non traceable phones when needed.

We had called the security back from India and London. I knew Mama was safe, but I had no idea how Saanj was doing. Maybe it was for the best. This way, I was able to leave her behind and concentrate more on work, while also subconsciously planning Luis's murder.

Forgetting Saanj wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. The pictures that Julio had sent me were the only pictures I had of her. I hadn't seen her recent pictures, but I thought it would be better to leave her behind and move on. I went back to being who I was before meeting Saanj. Women started coming to my place every day. I had moved to a new place. This house was twice as big as my old one. I could see submerged mountains at a far distance, and the sea was just three kilometres away from my house, and I had the sea view from all the rooms.

My huge balcony has an attached swimming pool, and I have two fireplaces in the house. One in the living room and another in my room on the first floor. I was very lonely in this big house. I asked Julio, Guzman, and Emilio to take the rooms that they liked and move in. That way, I had my people around me. Every time I walked into the house with a girl, they would roll their eyes and walk by. Seeing me with other women after Saanj was hard for them.

Initially, I wasn't able to do much with those women. Every time Saanj's face kept flashing in front of my eyes while we were making out, it felt like cheating on her. So I would push them away and go to another room to sleep. It took almost a month for me to accept the fact that I wasn't cheating on Saanj. She was gone for good, and it was fine to let other women enter my life now. Although they will never be able to fill Saanj's place, but I can at least have a one-night stand with them. I never had a girlfriend. I simply had far too many sex partners.

I had no news on Maya as well. It was like she had disappeared somewhere. I wasn't even sure if she was dead or alive. Not that I cared. I never kept a tap on our joint account, but when I checked the account, I found multiple transactions made recently from Paris. I asked Emilio to find out if she really was in Paris. Emilio found out that she had been vacationing there for a week. This woman was still spending my money. I shook my head in disbelief and froze our joint account.

The very next day, I received a call from an unknown number.

"How dare you freeze our joint account?" Maya shouted.

"How dare you splurge my hard-earned money?" I retorted.

"I am your fucking wife. I have full legal authority to use your money."

"Maya, let's get this straight. You don't love me, and I don't love you. We might as well divorce and reach an agreement. I will pay you a large alimony in exchange for my freedom."

I heard her scoff. "Dream on, husband. I am never going to divorce you. I love you." Maya's sarcasm made me laugh.

"Sure," I said, still laughing. "You don't love me, wife. You love my money. You don't want to divorce me because you want to make my life hell and keep using my money. The way you splurge money, alimony will be over within a few years. But I am your long-term debit card. Guess what? You will need money to hire a lawyer to sue me. But first, you will need money to come back to Barcelona. And since I have frozen the account, you are broke. So I hope you enjoy Paris despite the fact that you have no money and no way to return."