The Curve

Fifteen

Shawn

The place hasn't changed since the last time I saw it.
A brunette walks over to me and waits for me to hand her my keys.

She had on a red and black corset on that exposed her breast.
A black thong and red heels.
Her sex dolls.
But that was just a cover.
My wife ran the Cat House. Not for the sex. For the information.
Sneaky bitch.
Pussy ran the world, and she knew how to do it in the most covert way possible.
Men will let just about anything slip if you fucked him right, especially if he thinks your nothing but a piece of ass.

"If you so much as touch my car, Natalie won't be able to stop me from ripping you apart." I warned her over my shoulder as I walk into the mansion.
Women everywhere. Showcasing their worth.
I bypass them all.

I didn't bother knocking.
I kick her office door open, nearly knocking it to the ground.
My heart is beating ten times as fast as it should.
The sight of her infuriates me.

Natalie.

She's sitting in a plush chair sipping on red wine, while some hairdresser fusses over her hair.
She looks different, but still the same.
I see that she has gone back to her natural red hair.
Her blue eyes look up at me and she smiles,
as if I'm coming home from work to greet my lovely wife.

"Shawn!!" her voice laced with love and excitement.
What the fuck.

She waves her finger signaling for the women to stop doing her hair, and leave.

"The only reason you're still alive is because your father is an associate of the Don." I don't have time for games. I throw the envelope at her. She looks down at it with confusion.

"What are you talking about?" she says.

Is she really serious?!

"Sign the papers. Now!"

Natalie looks back up at me, tears rimming her blue eyes.
This would have had me cave years ago. Now I feel nothing.

She sees this and I see the old Natalie come back.
Her face goes red, her lip twisted up into a snarl.

"Over that... Bitch!!!" she screams.
I'm in her face in seconds.
Her eyes pop with surprise.

"You go near her again, you will regret it."
Now that I'm up close, I see the difference.
Her right eye is puffy and I see the cut on her lip. She tried to cover it with makeup. You couldn't tell unless you were as close to her as I was.
Destiny did a number on her. That's my girl.

"Now sign." I stand back up straight, and look down at her waiting.
She closes her eyes. And when she opens them, her blue eyes alone could kill me.

"No."
"Excuse me?!"
She crosses her legs and sits back in her chair.

"I won't sign."
Why did marry her in the first place?
It's coming back to haunt me.

"I want us back together." She looks up at me, her eyes pleading with me.
"No."
"Why not. It can't be because of that women," She rolls her eyes.

"Natalie. The games you're trying to play are not gonna work. Now sign the damn papers."

She stands up and walks to me.

"Shawn. I love you." Even that sounds like a lie.
She snakes her cold fingers up my chest, but I push her away like her touch burns me.

"Cut the shit." I bite out through clenched teeth.
"Why did you really come back!?"

Her fake façade drops.
She goes from loving to indifferent.
Cocking one perfect brow she looks at me with purpose.

"Fine!" she snaps.
"Daddy is getting worse and I want his spot at the table.