response, but he didn’t speak.
“You don’t remember? It went something like this, ‘All is game in business.’
He didn’t respond, stroking the five o’clock shadow he sported. A slight grin creaked through and I could see the smugness of his entitlement.
“My love for you wasn’t business, Brady.”
The similarities between us struck me. I’d said the same words to Matt. It was a horrible truth that the Pentagon men used us in the same fashion. However, Matt didn’t treat me the same as Brady treated Aida. Matt actually fell in love with me and offered me his world to keep me and make up for his transgressions. Brady offered Aida pittance to remove her from his life.
“Apparently you didn’t end up as badly as you made us think. You’re looking good,” he informed, looking her up and down.
“Do I?” She asked coquettishly, smiling at him.
I grimaced at her gullibility. A simple compliment had her gushing like a school girl. I peered over at Eric. There was still no emotion, and I knew then he had no true interest in her either. He looked at me and I saw softness veil the menacing appearance he had maintained since he abducted me. Looking away, I returned to look at Aida.
“Absolutely. You’ve always looked great. The red hair suits you,” he admired.
“Oh, better than the blonde you suggested?”
I bit my lip knowing she was seeing right through his pretense.
“Much. With your fair skin and freckles, it makes you look ravishing,” he responded. The cat and mouse game was grating on my nerves. Aida walked up to him, close to both of us. As she reached out to touch his jawline, Brady recoiled away from her caress. By recoiling, his true feelings were extracted, and she could not have interpreted otherwise.
“I guess you won’t do anything to ruin your chances with Perla, now would you?” An imperceptible quiver of her lower lip made me sad for her.
“Kind of hard to get it up with three people in the room trying to kill me,” he quipped. Aida laughed. She bent down and grabbed his face pulling him and leaning into a kiss. I grimaced knowing she’d just kissed Eric and he was standing right behind her. Brady didn’t respond. He kept his lips pursed, refusing her a taste of him.
“Just as I thought; not much difference in your kiss now as it was over a year ago,” she retorted.
“Perla, I can’t tell you if he’s a great kisser because there was never any passion in his affection. I know the difference now.” She turned to look at Eric, who stood stoically. I wondered if he was just being the professional hit-man she hired or the detached lover.
“No. Brady liked to fuck hard, preferably with my ass in the air or tied up in bed in pitch black,” she said. I looked over at Brady who was wiping away the red lipstick she left behind. His cheeks had turned crimson. Her vulgar words were appalling. I couldn’t believe how much she’d revealed about their sexual connection in front of a current lover.
“You didn’t seem to mind it, Aida. As I remember, you begged for it. The rougher the better, right?” Brady couldn’t hold back his animosity.
I put my hand on his knee to stop him from speaking, and the muscles relaxed under my soft touch. I hoped he understood the gesture meant he needed to curb his outbursts. When I returned my gaze to her, I saw her resentment in the narrowing of her eyes, and I removed my hand quickly.
“Aida, I know he hurt you, but this is not the way to get closure,” I explained. “The best revenge is living well. You’re looking great. You have money. We can both offer you more and you can live richly for the rest of your life. We’ll never tell anyone, if you let us go.” I said.
“You won’t get a chance to tell anyone because I won’t ever let you go,” she informed.
“So Brady, do you want to tell her how long you’ve been pining for her?”
“She learned it all already. She’s made her choice,” I could see the muscle of
“You don’t remember? It went something like this, ‘All is game in business.’
He didn’t respond, stroking the five o’clock shadow he sported. A slight grin creaked through and I could see the smugness of his entitlement.
“My love for you wasn’t business, Brady.”
The similarities between us struck me. I’d said the same words to Matt. It was a horrible truth that the Pentagon men used us in the same fashion. However, Matt didn’t treat me the same as Brady treated Aida. Matt actually fell in love with me and offered me his world to keep me and make up for his transgressions. Brady offered Aida pittance to remove her from his life.
“Apparently you didn’t end up as badly as you made us think. You’re looking good,” he informed, looking her up and down.
“Do I?” She asked coquettishly, smiling at him.
I grimaced at her gullibility. A simple compliment had her gushing like a school girl. I peered over at Eric. There was still no emotion, and I knew then he had no true interest in her either. He looked at me and I saw softness veil the menacing appearance he had maintained since he abducted me. Looking away, I returned to look at Aida.
“Absolutely. You’ve always looked great. The red hair suits you,” he admired.
“Oh, better than the blonde you suggested?”
I bit my lip knowing she was seeing right through his pretense.
“Much. With your fair skin and freckles, it makes you look ravishing,” he responded. The cat and mouse game was grating on my nerves. Aida walked up to him, close to both of us. As she reached out to touch his jawline, Brady recoiled away from her caress. By recoiling, his true feelings were extracted, and she could not have interpreted otherwise.
“I guess you won’t do anything to ruin your chances with Perla, now would you?” An imperceptible quiver of her lower lip made me sad for her.
“Kind of hard to get it up with three people in the room trying to kill me,” he quipped. Aida laughed. She bent down and grabbed his face pulling him and leaning into a kiss. I grimaced knowing she’d just kissed Eric and he was standing right behind her. Brady didn’t respond. He kept his lips pursed, refusing her a taste of him.
“Just as I thought; not much difference in your kiss now as it was over a year ago,” she retorted.
“Perla, I can’t tell you if he’s a great kisser because there was never any passion in his affection. I know the difference now.” She turned to look at Eric, who stood stoically. I wondered if he was just being the professional hit-man she hired or the detached lover.
“No. Brady liked to fuck hard, preferably with my ass in the air or tied up in bed in pitch black,” she said. I looked over at Brady who was wiping away the red lipstick she left behind. His cheeks had turned crimson. Her vulgar words were appalling. I couldn’t believe how much she’d revealed about their sexual connection in front of a current lover.
“You didn’t seem to mind it, Aida. As I remember, you begged for it. The rougher the better, right?” Brady couldn’t hold back his animosity.
I put my hand on his knee to stop him from speaking, and the muscles relaxed under my soft touch. I hoped he understood the gesture meant he needed to curb his outbursts. When I returned my gaze to her, I saw her resentment in the narrowing of her eyes, and I removed my hand quickly.
“Aida, I know he hurt you, but this is not the way to get closure,” I explained. “The best revenge is living well. You’re looking great. You have money. We can both offer you more and you can live richly for the rest of your life. We’ll never tell anyone, if you let us go.” I said.
“You won’t get a chance to tell anyone because I won’t ever let you go,” she informed.
“So Brady, do you want to tell her how long you’ve been pining for her?”
“She learned it all already. She’s made her choice,” I could see the muscle of
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