The CEO's Wife

Chapter 5

Kirsnick 'takeoff' Ball

Revelations

At the end of the four weeks, I had to make a choice and even though I didn't want to pick any of them girls I just went ahead and chose Hannah. She had an attitude out of this world and in addition to an attitude she walked around with this sorry excuse for a dog wrapped up in a blanket. She claimed that the thing was expensive, but if you ask me somebody sold her a bald rat and told her it was a designer dog.

Hannah let out a loud sigh and threw her legs over the arm of the chair she was sitting in. She's also over dramatic to say the least. She'd been huffing and puffing for the last 30 minutes because she's ready to go.

"When are we leaving." she asked.

"When I'm done with this." I replied.

"When are you going to be done,"

"In a minute Hannah," I said to her.

She made a face and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm ready to go."

"And we will as soon as I'm finished with the things I have to do." I replied.

She just kept complaining until I stopped what I was doing and gave in. I can't wait until this shit is over and I can get rid of her ass. I knew that I was going to have to start spending more time with her to make the shit believable but at this point I'd rather watch a group of ants carry a potato chip.

"After lunch can we go shopping?" she asked as soon as we got in the car.

"I don't think so." I said. "I have a business meeting after lunch and I don't think that I will be able to take you."

She snorted. "Yeah right, you're just being cheap. Probably lying about having money."

"What I gotta lie for?" I asked.

I felt like punching myself in the face because I knew exactly what was coming next. I gave her exactly what she needed to start a damn argument, and that's what she did. I spent my entire lunch hour going back and forth with her about me being too cheap. "So, because I don't wanna give you all the money in my account to go shopping I'm cheap?"

"You could at least do something to entertain me. I don't do nothing but sit here and watch you work." she replied. "We don't do shit; you don't take me nowhere or nothin. I might as well be engaged to a loaf of wheat bread."

"Wheat bread?"

"Cause it's brown," she rolled her eyed and got out of the car before she slammed me door and went into the house. I sucked in a deep breath and watched her disappear into the house. She slammed the front door too and after I saw that I just put the car in drive and drove off.

It's kind of sad that I'm running away from my own house because all we do is argue.

Larry's gentleman's club became something of a place of refuge after Hannah and I officially got together. I was able to avoid both my normal responsibilities and the ones not chosen by myself in that dark dank club. I came here and spent a few hours here just to prepare myself before I had to go home and deal with Hannah and her horrible attitude.

The girl behind the bar popped the cap off of a bottle of beer and set it down on a napkin in front of me. "Thanks," I said to her.

An older man stumbled over to the bar letting his full weight fall against it. I'm sure there will be a bruise on his stomach tomorrow from where his body hit the bar. He was sweating, unsteady on his feet, and his drinks had been cut off ten minutes ago, but he was still circling the bar trying to get alcohol all while refusing to leave.