married for a year

chapter 4

JONES'S POV

As soon as I get inside the club, loud music begins to overpower my ears.

Long before Grace moved away, I had last been here. Typically, I simply come here for a nice time with my friends and to network with new customers and business partners.

To unwind after a long day's work, we come here.

However, after Grace died away, I stopped going as well as engaged in everything else that intrigued me.

Almost all of the men in the Private Member's Club and Billionaire's Club were among the folks I stopped hanging out with. Each of them I shoved aside, but Hoffer remained unmoving.

When I come back to this spot after a long absence, I experience a tremendous surge of nostalgia as I recollect all the things we accomplished together in this same club with other business-minded folks who have come from all various backgrounds with the same goal: success.

I appreciate being a member of the club as it aims for more riches, power, and success. We all wanted to maintain leading the list of New York's rich inhabitants.

I groan and glance down for a moment before wondering why Grace is on my mind once again.

As I enter the club, I take a big breath and search around for Hoffer.

We were going to meet her so he could aid me pick a lady to speak to regarding the stipulations of the arrangement.

All I want is for things to go smoothly and for there to be no bitches involved.

Being very honest, when Anita was rejected, I was a little upset. Despite my wish to terminate her, I am unable to seek a replacement owing to the number of work I currently have. Anita is a diligent worker and knowledgeable in her domain.

She was the ideal applicant for the position. I don't want to have paranoia, however.

I'll hunt for another female to fulfill the task for me after a year.

I recognized Hoffer in the VIP section where we used to rest and discuss before heading upstairs, where the Private Members assemble, chat, have fun, play games, and go home with girls to warm their mattresses.

I wasn't the sort to go home with a girl; Grace was normally waiting for me when I came back. She dislikes it when I show up to the meeting every Saturday as she is a socially timid person.

Given that the bulk of the club members support the Mafia, she detested the thought of attending with me or even getting to know any of them.

As I reach Hoffer's desk, I sigh. I observed two ladies laughing and drinking alongside him.

The first lady I know is his wife Sarah, but I am not familiar with the second.

Hoffer glances up with a joyful grin. The females turn to glance at me when he makes a move in my way.

I go quicker, briskly, oblivious to the terrible sensation in my stomach brought on by the throng and the loud music.

I'm prepared to do everything now and depart.

Hoffer jumps up to shake my hand and we briefly embrace after that.

I nod to his wife and the other woman before sinking into a chair opposite from them.

Hoffer yells "You came late" over the loud music.

I nod and grin an apology at him.

He points to the young girl who is inspecting every part of my body, judging how I appear, and grins seductively at me as she is standing next to Sarah. Sarah's pal Hamlin is here. Is it true that she is pondering your offer? She receives a raised eyebrow from me as I ponder how quickly Hoffer went to work.

I never expected he would locate someone for me before I got here; I figured we would sit together and check out probable possibilities among the female clients.

Have you given her an explanation of the rules? I use a voice that he can hear when I speak.

As the music is changed to a softer one, I sigh with relief. I don't have to yell any longer.

I'm sort of weary already, so I want to go home, take a bath, and then go to bed.

Hoffer warns. You may carry it out right now.

I glance at the woman who is moving slightly to the music. "Do you realize that the marriage will only last a year?"

She nodded, but she still looked astonished.

I lean forward and bow down so she may hear the details with attention. There won't be any s*x, either.

"What?" She shouts loudly before laughing. "No s*x? How is it even imaginable when we are married?

This is the issue. Instead of someone who would reject my demands or question my motivations, I want someone who would understand.

Is this not clear enough as to what I want?

She throws me a wide-eyed expression as I clench my teeth and add, "That is what I want."

No limitations are enforced.

She turns to her companion for an explanation, but I'm fascinated by what they told her.

Hoffer keeps mute.

Hoffer, you didn't tell me I came here for this. Being married to a person who is as attractive and handsome, how am I expected to have s*x? Does he lack ability? She points at me and shouts loudly while looking in wonder.

I firmly shut my eyes.

I am enraged when Sarah and Hoffer begin to giggle like two intoxicated teens.

What the heck is this? How did he come across this foolish woman?

"Just because I don't want us to have s*x doesn't mean I don't have manhood," I tell her furiously.

Even today, I'm confused about the objective of my defense.

Now I look foolish.Really? So let's get started on the s*x right now. She expands.

"What?!"

Is this woman crazy? Who is this affluent w***e, exactly? I don't want a lady who would go around f***ing every single guy that comes her way because we are married and not having s*x. Unquestionably not the sort of lady I'm seeking for.

Sarah is still laughing, and Hoffer is trying his best to conceal his own.

This is crap!

I immediately rise up and give the pair one last glance before approaching the woman whose revealed cleavage is trying to lure me.

She will exert pressure on me to do things I don't want to do, even if all I really need from her is for me to get through the day.

Never again do I want to have s*x with a lady.

Grace is my lady, and she has my deepest allegiance.

This occurred from my cheating on her while she was still living. Although I didn't plan to, I did.

She figured it out, and when she demanded that I abandon my Mafia company, we got into a fierce struggle.

When I answered, "No," she slapped me before sprinting away.

When I discovered that both my wife and kid had died away, I worried I would never see her again.

How can we have s*x again when I know that my adultery caused her death?

Hoffer begs at me to turn around and go back, but I turn around and begin to walk away from them.

I don't need his aid anymore.

I'll handle things my way moving ahead. Only a year will pass while I hunt for the perfect lady on my own.

Asking for aid from him and his insane wife was a mistake.

I have to stop what I'm doing when someone smashes into me abruptly so I can grab them before they hit the ground.

I confidently reach my hand to hold her to stop her from falling as a consequence of me, but when I see the look on her face, I hastily release her in horror.

"Anita?" As I place the call, I sigh. Why are you even in this place?