Hunting my ex

Chapter Three

CH3

KALE

The hummer sounds of metallic rock banged against the walls and winds, a little bit of the song slightly seeping into the room. I drummed my fingers to the beat, my legs crossed and a glass full of vodka seductively placed in between my fingers.

The high-end red carpet complimented my beautifully filed red nails and contrasted with my back silhouettes in the most exotic was. My fur coat hung lazily on my shoulders, doing nothing to hide the body-tight purple leather mini gown I wore under it. I sat across three middle aged men, poker lain before us. I licked my lips and played with my cards while I pretended they were not making love to me with their eyes; defiling me with their thoughts. Dusting up their best act to know who would harm the daring Dominatrix who was about to clear the table.

“Let’s see your hand, Delilah.” One of the men said.

I flashed him an evidently fake smile, “Not yet darling. I want to save my ass for last.” They all chuckled , mischief in the tone of their voice.

“Well then, I will go first,” said the most handsome of the three. He winked at me and then placed his cards on the table.

The other three cried out in defeat, slapping theirs on the table. Then all eyes came on me. I smirked, staring past them, at the lady sitting by the bar. Her snow white skin and striking red lips gave her away faster than those glances she stole at me. She held my gaze, knowing that the smug look on my face was for her. She was, after all, the reason I was here.

I rose from my seat. “Boys, it was nice playing with y’all.” I placed my hand nicely on the table. The smile on the handsome one’s face disappeared immediately. I counted my bills while listening to their groans of defeat. I blew them a kiss when I was done and swayed towards my guest. She had saved me a seat and a fresh glass of wine.

“Did I make you wait?” I asked coquettishly, the tip of the wine glass playing on my lips.

“No, I didn’t mind at all.”

I grinned. It amused me how obedient she could be to me after I put new glasses and a wig.

“Well, nonetheless, I will not waste your time, Joana.”

She made an uneasy smile. “Please, I prefer to go by Dexter in business gatherings like this.”

“Well then, Dexter-“ I leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Where are my bad boys?”

“Please follow me.” She stood up and made her way towards the elevator. I stated a safe distance behind her even on the elevator but not enough for her to notice. She led me to a suite at the penthouse floor. The room was packed with drugs. I beamed from ear to ear. Oh, the police are going to love this.

“It’s beautiful.” I said, placing a fat cheque in her open greedy palms. She was a bit surprised. “Off shore. No questions will be asked.”

“Neat.”

"I know. My little helpers will be here to pick up them up.” I glided through the room, making for the exit. I stopped by the door. “Do you have a cigar?”

She waved her head.

“I guess I will get one downstairs.’ I muttered to myself.

“Where are you going?” she asked, lying down on the couch in the room.

“To get laid. What else do you think?” I laughed a little while I exited the room. It was dramatic and I loved it because it was also a delightful signal to all the cops hiding on that floor. Now what was left was for her men, whom I hired, to enter so they would all be arrested.

I took the elevator ride down and I stepped out of the hotel. I sat on a bench on the sidewalk and waited. The grand finale of my show wasn’t yet acted. I took another look at my watch. It was midnight. I grinned. It's time for Cinderella’s magic to fade.

Someone on the road screamed. Almost immediately, a loud crash was heard. People ran, shrieking. I turned around, waving my head. Joana was too predictable. All she needed was an arrest for drug dealing and to have a phony cheque with a threat to frame her for murder and she was suicidal immediately. That’s why I set up the tippy top floor as our rendezvous. No one can survive jumping from there. Now she knows what Tommy and I felt when we died.

I leaned back on the wooden bench and closed my eyes. I drew in a breath and let out a deep exhale. I felt like my heavy heart finally found some relief. The third wheel is finally gone. Gary is finally free from her clutches. It was time to go home and make my marriage work.

A WEEK LATER

STEPHEN CROW HOSPITAL

I glanced at the clock placed nicely on the small desk. It was almost noon. I paced away again, biting my nails; unconscious of the fact that it was bleeding.

‘Oh god.’ I ran a hand through my hair, scattering it. I called Gary like 10 times today. The hospital called him three times yesterday, why isn’t he here yet. I know I was faking it but he didn’t. His wife is in the hospital bedridden because she was mugged and he is not here.

I sat on the bed, cupping my face with both hands; my breathing shaky. I didn’t want to believe it. I won’t believe it. Gary loves me. I know we were forced to marry because I got pregnant for him by accident but… it doesn’t mean he hates me.

Someone knocked, breaking into my dark reverie. I sprang from the bed, scurrying into the sheets immediately. I snuggled in like a wounded patient and twisted my face.

The door opened slowly and a nurse came in.

She gave me a weary smile. The expression was like a knife to my heart. My chest contacted, I ripped my blue shirt. Tears rolled down my cheeks and onto the sheets. The nurse bit her lip, her eyes filled up. My pain moved her. I could see her second guessing giving me the envelope in her hands.

“Wha… what’s in it?”

“It's… it's divorce papers, Ma'am.”

“Oh my god. It can’t be” I jerked myself out of bed and rushed to her, grabbing the brown envelope. I tore it apart, the contents scattered on the floor. The little nurse stared pitifully as I rummaged through the paper still unable to believe it was real. In my hysteria, I picked up something out of place; a folded letter. I turned it up immediately, scanning the wordings with my eyes.

*Just sign those documents, will you. I’m tired. I really am. Don’t bother coming back to my house; your things are with your parents now. As for your hospital bills, I will foot them just like you want. Please don’t come back to my life.*

I tried to hold back a wail but I failed. The paper trembled in my hands as I wept. It was over; I had lost everything. I must be cursed because I can’t even change my fate even when I have a second chance.