Chapter 0006
ALEXANDER
“I’m telling you, Alex, Mason said, slapping his hand on my shoulder as he shook me back and forth. “This is the best news we could have gotten in a long time. A wife? That’s gold! He must have been hiding her for a reason! She could be the key to
everything
I lifted the glass of scotch in my hand in acknowledgment, not taking my eyes away from the large flat screen over the bar
Every other television in here had one game or another on, but not this one.
At my insistence, this one had the evening news playing the recap of the day, and I sat up straighter when they showed the
front of the courthouse.
who had managed to get
It was said to keep your friend close but your enemies closer. I wanted to know who she was and w
that close to him.
I couldn’t tell if I’d like it if this Bailee was truly my Bailee. But I needed to find out.
“Turn it up.” I demanded
Even over the noise of the crowd cheering on their favorite teams, the snap of someone starting a pool game, and the music playing through the surround sound, the bartender jumped into action, nodded, and grabbed the remote.
“Yes, Mr. Kingston.”
“You think they are going to show her face this time?” Mason wondered, but I didn’t bother answering my best friend as we watched as the cameras panned from the reporter to the justice building behind her as the front doors opened
Cameras flashed from all angles as a group of people left the building.
An older woman stepped out first. She was dressed in office attire, maroon dress pants, and a white button–up shirt that gave away how stressed she had been today, with sweat that soaked down her sides from her armpits to her hips.
Her matching maroon jacket had been thrown over the head of the woman standing next to her, and I shook my head in disgust as I imagined how awful it must smell under it.
“Damn!” Mason muttered, disappointed that she was covered again. He had been complaining that she had been covered on
her way into the courthouse, too.
Everyone wanted to get a look at her.
Her. The mysterious wife.
Caleb Johnson’s soon–to–be ex–wife
I’m sure she’ll show her face eventually Women like that only want one thing. She’ll write a tell–all book to make some quick cash before her fifteen minutes of fame are up Bash said as he came up behind us.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him take off his suit jacket before joining me and Mason at the bar
Tve got cash for her if she wants it,” Mason said.
“You’ve got to stop trolling for your next hook–up from the divorcees and widows of successful men. You’re just going to keep making more enemies from chasing these gold diggers,” Bash said to Mason, who flipped him the bird and tapped the bartop for another round
“One day, I will, but you wouldn’t imagine how good it is to date a woman who only wants you for your money. There’s no bitching and moaning all the time. They do whatever you want and are more enthusiastic in bed. I’m telling you, gold diggers are sometimes the way to go. Besides, I think they’re called sugar babies now. If you’re going to insult me, at least be politically correct about it” Mason said before swallowing a large gulp of his vodka soda.
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“Yeah, but this one, Caleb Johnson’s girl?” Bash said, shaking his head. “You hear what they’ve been saying about her from the hearing today?”
Caleb Johnson. Just hearing his name made my anger spike. The man was a snake, born and bred from politicians. He played just as dirty as they did. His company had been trying and failing to take me down for years, but each attempt only grew my hatred for him
“No. I was locked in a fucking boardroom for six hours this afternoon after I had to deal with losing one of my most promising clients.” I snapped, my glass hitting the bar top loudly as I stared at the screen, their nonstop commentary on grated my nerve. “So, why don’t you both shut it and let me listen.”
her
“Ms. Johnson!” The reporter yelled as the woman descended the steps, emphasizing the ‘Ms., “What do you have to say about the allegations of abuse?”
1 sat forward, my elbows resting on the bartop as hot fury licked at my veins. He had been hitting her?
“Son of a bitch.” Mason mumbled, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off the screen as the woman shook her head, making the jacket sway around her. “Doesn’t surprise me. The man is scum with a temper. At least she walked out of it alive.”
“Is it true the judge has ordered you to attend anger management classes to be able to keep custody of your daughter?” Another reporter yelled out, and the woman seemed to grow smaller under the jacket.
Anger management? She had been the one hurting him, not the other way around.
“He lied.” Her voice barely carried over the sound of the shuttering of cameras and the reporters as they grew louder, yelling more questions her way now that she had given a response
“No comment!” The lawyer shouted over them, but the reporters didn’t slow.
“Damn. I take it back. She’s off the list. I like to pick the eager–to–please–when–I–flash–money kind of woman, not the greedy, poison my food if I don’t give her what she wants, kind,” Mason stood, looking around the room.
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