Chapter Nineteen.
Alicia
I hurried into the club. Being extraordinarily busy, I’d not attended meetings for around six weeks, and the girls had graciously understood.
It had been exactly a month since my divorce, and I’d signed the contract with Zade this morning.
My lawyer had thoroughly reviewed the terms and agreed that they were fair.
In fact, Zade was being more generous than Eliganz.
Ecstatic with how my life was shaping up, I flashed my membership pin, and the door guard waved me through.
A voice I recognised stopped me dead in my tracks.
“I demand to speak to someone in charge,” Eve nearly shrieked. Quickly, I moved to a shadowed spot to watch and pulled my phone from my purse. After texting Rebel, I began filming. The bitch had set me up multiple times; now it was payback time.
“Ma’am, I am the manager, and you can’t come in. Don’t you understand English?” Marnie demanded, crossing her arms. Marnie’s attitude made me snigger.
“I work for Oliver Kensington!” Eve exclaimed.
“Giving Mr Kensington blow jobs doesn’t qualify anyone for membership here,” Marnie retorted, and I nearly choked, swallowing my laughter.
Eve let out a wordless shriek as more members stopped and stared. “How dare you?”
“Quite easily,” Marnie responded calmly.
“What’s your name? I’ll have your job,” Eve threatened.
“No problem. It’s Marnie. Let me tell Aunt Winona you’d like to make a complaint. I’m sure she’ll treat it with the disdain it deserves. Now, for the last time, get lost. This is a member-only club, and cheap sluts are most certainly not members.”
Eve’s hand rose to slap Marnie, and I gasped.
Marnie leaned forward. “I. Dare. You,” she ground out.
Eve lowered her hand as she realised how many people were watching. “You’ll pay for this,” Eve snarled. “I’m Oliver’s girlfriend. Winona won’t want to upset him.”
“Sure, go ahead. Aunt Winona won’t do anything. It’s not like you’re important. In the meantime, I hope you choke on a bag of dicks, and one of them is your father’s, you syphilitic whore. Women like you make me sick,” Marnie hissed.
Amused even further, I hid a smirk at Marnie’s tone. Clearly, Winona had kept her up to date on what was happening. Eve spluttered, turning red as she realised people were watching, highly entertained.
“About time a slut got called on her actions,” a well-known entertainment lawyer said.
Eve flushed.
“Yes, can you imagine husbands’ mistresses being allowed in here? Peace would be impossible,” her friend remarked.
“Thank Christ this club is so exclusive. This bitch can send a message to any other hoe-bags thinking they’re on our level,” a businessman’s wife stated.
“She may have caused a divorce, but that doesn’t change the fact she’s low class and a cunt,” another woman declared, her eyes on Eve. Hate radiated from her, and I recognised her, as her scandal had overtaken mine. Her husband had been caught red-handed with twins.
Eve tried standing tall, but the hateful comments were tearing her down. And then Winona appeared like an avenging angel and stared at Eve.
“I hear there’s a problem,” she stated.
“Your receptionist is rude, ignorant, and unprofessional,” Eve snarled, channelling her hate and anger at the slurs at Marnie.
“She is?” Winona turned to Marnie and held her gaze. “What did you say?”
“I informed her that giving Oliver Kensington blow jobs doesn’t give her the right to membership. And then, word for word, ‘I hope she chokes on a bag of dicks, and one of them is her father’s, you syphilitic whore’.”
Winona’s eyes opened wide, and she stared at Marnie. “How wonderful to see you inherited your mother’s potty mouth.”
“Great, isn’t it?” Marnie replied.
“Was there a problem with Marnie’s statement? She pretty much spoke the truth,” Winona drawled, staring at Eve. “We only accept certain classes of women here, and the unpaid hooker class isn’t one. Leave.”
Eve turned redder and hissed. “You’ll regret this.”
“Not today, I won’t. Once more, leave without another word before I have security detain you and then I’ll press charges,” Winona threatened.
Eve spun, and I moved forward. She saw me, and her gaze narrowed. I steeled myself. Eve was furious, and I was now in her direct crosshairs.
“Alicia!” she shrieked. “You total bitch. Every time something happens, you’re always present. God, you’re a spiteful, jealous, washed-up wife who—”
“Who is a member of this exclusive club!” I grinned. That would grate on Eve, my having a membership while she didn’t. Eve was all about status.
Eve made a wordless noise of anger. “This club is for businesspeople. That’s not you! You’re nothing but a used-up ex-housewife.”
“Who happens to have forty-nine million in the bank thanks to Oliver. That divorce was a blessing! But the settlement Oliver paid had to hurt, Eve. I wanted two million, my personal assets, and my freedom. How does it feel to know Oliver fucking about cost him an extra forty-seven million?”
“Oliver’s worth ten times that!” Eve hissed.
I smiled coldly. “Not for much longer, Eve. I’ve only just begun my revenge.” With that threat, I walked away.
Inside, I was shaking like a leaf, but outwardly I was composed and cool. Winona nodded approval. “You’re a goddess, don’t ever forget,” she murmured as I passed and then beckoned security forward.
Oliver
My door burst open, and Eve raced in. She was red-faced and had clearly been crying. I didn’t have the time to deal with theatrics right now, but her words stopped my reaction.
“That bitch of your ex-wife threatened me!” Eve cried and threw herself into my lap. I barely held a sigh in as Eve wrapped her arms around my neck and began sobbing. Taking a few moments to ensure I didn’t snap, I wanted a blow job later. I rubbed Eve’s back in a parody of comfort.
“Alicia? What did she do?” I murmured.
“I went to join the Ivory Lounge, you know, because it’s where the top businesswomen meet. The receptionist there was awful.” Eve wailed.
I gritted my teeth, but before I could bellow, Eve explained everything that had happened.
This was something I’d not foreseen. The Founding Five were siding with Alicia?
Why? No fool puts friends before business, especially a wife’s friendship.
What the hell was going on? Alicia had no talents, skills, or special abilities.
I’d have known. Was Alicia having an affair with one of the husbands?
That wouldn’t surprise me. Men like them had mistresses; they just kept them quiet, and the women knew to be discreet.
Something I should have ensured Eve understood. Sadly, discretion wasn’t a word in her vocabulary. But I noticed the jealous looks from other men when I had Eve on my arm, and that made me feel good. My inner voice murmured that I received the same glances with Alicia—and more so than with Eve.
I wanted to expand Eliganz again, and investors never hurt. And while I couldn’t stand those women, and I thought the men were stuck-up assholes, their money was a beautiful thing.
“Okay, let’s invite the Founding Five over for dinner so they can get to know you without Alicia poisoning their minds. Once they spend some time with you, how can they fail to love you?”
Eve looked up and sniffed. Jesus, even when she cried, Eve was stunning. Inappropriate as it might be, because of her tears, my cock still reacted.
Eve smiled uncertainly. “Do you think so?”
“Baby, I fell the moment I saw you.” That was true.
I’d been attracted to Eve’s tight ass, perky tits, and gorgeous face.
Who wouldn’t want to bang that? Eve’s only issue was her lack of education and class.
But she was so determined to please me, it wouldn’t take long to train her.
And a huge benefit was Eve didn’t want kids.
Who wanted snotty-nosed brats taking attention away from them?
Not me. I deserved to be the centre of a woman’s world, and I wasn’t sharing with any needy, little horror.
Sure, when I was older, I’d have an heir, but nannies would take care of it.
I was building a legacy and would need someone to carry on my name and work.
Until then, out of mind and out of sight was a better solution for me.
“Okay, I’ll look into caterers,” Eve said, looking excited.
“In the kitchen, in a drawer, is a list of the caterers I prefer. Book a date and let me know. I’ll send the invites out,” I stated.
Eve wriggled on my lap. “And the club?”
“Once they’ve had a meal with us, I’m sure you’ll be admitted. After all, it would be rude to deny you otherwise.”
Eve beamed as her wriggling provoked a different reaction. I pressed the office intercom. “I don’t want to be disturbed for half an hour.”
Eve’s eyes went wide, and I unbuttoned her shirt and nuzzled her breasts. God, I loved these tits.
Winona
“Forgive me, darling. I thought you just stated we’re going to dinner with Kensington and his mistress,” I said, pausing in my nightly routine.
Aaron lounged on the bed, dressed in only pyjama bottoms. His muscled chest was on full display, something I usually relished, but not tonight. Aaron glanced over and smirked. “You heard right. Oliver invited us, I accepted.”
“Fuck that! I’m not going.”
“Oh, you are, my sexy minx, because we’re going to inform Kensington what a fool he was, and that whore will never be admitted to our circle.”
I chewed that over. “Not attending would do that as well.”
“Yes, but then we couldn’t tell Kensington face-to-face that we’re also cutting ties.
There’re rumours Kensington’s looking to expand.
No funding will come from us, nor will we recommend him.
Our investment with Kensington paid off, but now we’re clear.
However, his morals and ethics don’t align with ours.