They Vowed: 'Til Death Do Us Part?

Chapter 7: Stalking

Jaxon

A whole month has gone by since I found Mel cheating on me. I have several connections and I got the best lawyer in the state of Indiana. I didn't want to have to go to court for the divorce but there was no way around it, seeing as I own two prestigious businesses. If I tried to get Mel to just sign the papers and get it over with she would have never agreed to doing it. I got all her phone records since the phone bill was in my name and that proved that she was in fact unfaithful. The sorry motherfucker she cheated with didn't have enough balls to press charges against me so I didn't have to worry about that. In the end, I won in court. Mel didn't get a dime of my money or the house. She was entitled to her car because it's in her name. I decided to let her keep the house. I didn't want it anyways. I'm moving to Charlotte, so I don't need it and I have plenty of money. I'm not completely heartless. After we both signed the papers it was officially done. I'm happy and hope I never see her face ever again. I left the court house feeling relieved. I decided to leave all my stuff at the house. There wasn't much there that was important to me and I can just buy new if I need it. I arrived back home about 2 weeks ago and I feel so much weight lifted off my shoulders now.

I stare at my laptop trying to focus on todays work but I just can't. I need to buy someplace to live. I'm still staying at the hotel and it's kind of inconvenient. At the same time I don't wanna buy a huge ass place if I'm seriously just gonna sleep in it. It would be nice to live in the country though. Its so peaceful and it reminds me of growing up here as a child. We lived on a huge plantation in a white mansion. It had a wrap around porch with colossal white pillars. There were weeping willow trees leading up to the mansion on either side of the dirt driveway and a pond my brother and I use to swim in wasn't far away. The house was sold once my dad passed away. It was run down and I didn't think I was going to be moving here when I sold it. I regret it now. I could have restored it and kept it in the family. Its probably already inhabited by another family now.

There is a knock at my door. I look up and tell them to enter.

"Mr. Sylvester, if you don't mind me interrupting it's 1pm. I'm reminding you about lunch, Sir." My secretary tells me once she opens the door.

"Thank you, Rebecca. You are dismissed for lunch also. See you at 2." I tell her.

"Thank you, Sir." She just says as she closes the door behind her.

I just realize how hungry I really am since I skipped breakfast. I close my laptop and grab my jacket putting it on as I grab my keys. I put my phone in my pocket and leave my office. Once I get downstairs I tell security I'm leaving for lunch, then I walk outside. Its warm out but not too warm where it's unbearable. I get into my car and I'm about to leave when I decide to make a rash decision. I shouldn't be so reckless but I just can't seem to get her out of my head. I turn on my car and head to Roman's.

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I pull into the parking lot across from the bar and I regret it. She might not even be here or they might not be open yet. Or her husband could be in there and that would be awkward as fuck. I just have to see her one more time. I know I shouldn't be pawning after a married woman, but she is so damn beautiful. She is also so stubborn which I like and she doesn't fall all over me. I love that about her. She doesn't seem affected by me and that drives me crazy because I'm so use to women wanting me even if they are married. I admire her loyalty too. She would never do anything because she is married. So maybe we could just be friends? I feel like that wouldn't work out. I suddenly remember when she was washing my hair and how amazing it felt. I know she was doing her job but it felt different. I know she had to feel it too. It was so hard to ignore the chemistry between us. I'm not sure if I should go in. I want to but I don't wanna cross a line. Fuck it. It's a bar, right? And they never turn down customers.