The Contract

Chapter 49-The Charity Gala

I had spent about 10 minutes just staring at the ceiling, too numb to get out of bed. I kept thinking about the party last night.

Giving an excuse that I wasn't feeling well, I left early. But I still couldn't shake it off. Finally, I sat up, glanced around the large room, sighed, and got out of bed, heading downstairs.

I needed coffee.

As I went down the stairs, I heard Travis on a phone call. He got back? I walked into the kitchen and there he was, turning back to me.

I grabbed the coffee pot and filled up my mug, leaning against the counter as I took a sip. He ended the call after a few minutes. "How are you feeling now?" he asked.

"What?"

"You weren't feeling well last night."

"Oh," I took another sip of the coffee. "I'm good now."

"Okay, you'll be leaving tomorrow. There's an event today, we'll leave by 6," he informed me.

"I will be leaving tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes, I have to stay back. There's... lots of things to do," he kept it vague.

"Sure."

Harrison walked in and immediately whispered something in Travis' ear. So much for being his wife.

I ignored them and walked into the dining room where breakfast had already been served.

I placed my mug down and took a seat, lost in my thoughts again. Why was this Trent thing bothering me? Was it because he threatened me?

Jokes on him, I'll be leaving in a few months. That's Travis's problem to sort out; he brought this all upon himself.

But should I tell him?

Gosh, I need to get out of here. I pulled out my phone and called Hillary. "What's up?"

"Do you want to go shopping?"

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"The event tonight-any idea where it's gonna be?" she asked. I looked back at her.

"No, Travis didn't do much explaining," I replied.

"So, is he gonna be more in Washington or LA?" she asked.

"You know how they can be about their business, they don't tell anyone."

"But you aren't anyone, you're his wife."

"Honestly, I don't care that much to want to know," I added, and she chuckled. We arrived at the house.

"Wow, when did Travis buy this? It's so huge," she said.

"Yeah." I dropped my bag in the living room and headed to the kitchen. "You hungry? Lunch has been served," I informed her, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

"I guess." We both took seats across from each other. I grabbed my fork and dug into the salad.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"What?"

"Is anything wrong? You've been a bit... distant," she said. I looked down at the meal.

"I've been a little stressed out, nothing serious, just a lot of events," I explained.

"I understand. Being married to an annoying man like Travis can be stressful," she agreed, and I chuckled.

"When it gets hard, remember you have money."

I laughed out loud. "That's more like it. How are the girls?"

"They're good. They're holding down the fort at the office. We had a huge event last Friday."