stack of papers. “Single men don’t pay fifteen hundred dollars a night for a woman’s company.” I glared at him. I was holding his bank statement in my hand.
“I pay a hell of lot more than that,” he remarked under his breath.
I gaped at him. “What does that mean?”
David sighed as he looked at me scornfully. “Three thousand a week to keep her off the menu. And I still have to prefund an account to cover her costs when I do see her, which is once every week or two at most.” He propped his hands behind his head, lounging back in his chair smugly. The fact that he could discuss such things without batting an eye was disconcerting.
“Let me get this straight. You’re paying in excess of fifteen thousand dollars a month, the majority of which is paid simply to make sure she’s not fucking other men, and she’s getting paid…” I bobbled my head as I did the math. “What? Five thousand a month? I’m guessing she gets no share of that three-thousand-dollar retainer fee, right?”
He snorted. “She gets paid less than that. I pay fifteen hundred every night I spend with her. That doesn’t mean she gets that much. Her cut is two-thirds of that if I’m not mistaken.”
I nodded, clenching my jaw tight. “So she’s getting three thousand a month at the most, and you’re also costing her lost business by paying them to keep her unavailable, of which she gets no financial benefit. What part of this is fair to her?”
“Fair?” He actually laughed when he said it. “It’s really not my job to worry about her finances. She’s a big girl.” He glared at me for a moment. “You know I spend more on new suits in a month than I spend on her. And, by the way, this company is untraceable. I fund an account with them in cash, they debit the account as needed, and they send me an indecipherable text when my account runs low. I email them when I want to see her from a free email account under a false name. They pay her share to her…well, I don’t know how they pay her; it’s really not my problem at that point. They’re very discreet.”
I shook my head, staring up at the ceiling far above me. His office was in downtown, and like everything else in his life, it was opulent, extravagant, overdone. “ Everything is traceable, David.” I stared back down, scanning the last couple months. “There are two twenty-thousand -dollar withdrawals in the last couple months. Is that what prefunding an account with them amounts to?”
David smirked. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have a rather large surplus of funds in the account at the moment.”
I propped my hands on the back of my head as I glared at him. “What are you going to do when a picture of the two of you hits the society pages of the Chicago Sun Times ? You think I don’t check every day to make sure your face doesn’t pop up alongside hers…or some other inappropriate woman, for that matter?”
David harrumphed smugly. “Gee, maybe I’ll tell them I have a lovely girlfriend, whom I’ll conveniently break up with in a few months when I’m tired of her. Is that justification enough for you?”
“And how exactly do you justify her age?”
“I don’t know. How about, ‘she looks older than she is’? Is that good enough for you? Better yet, how about, ‘I value the caliber of people I spend time with not based on their age alone but who they are as a person,’” he said mockingly. “Listen, I’m usually too busy fucking her to show her off at fundraisers and events. It’s not like I’m seen with her that often, so how about you stop being so paranoid and obsessing about the millions of things that will likely never go wrong? Because, guess what, it annoys the hell out of me.”
I gritted my teeth as I stared back at him. I wanted to punch him at the moment and not likely for the right reasons. He was being an ass. That I was used to. Hell, I could even handle that. But he’d also just planted a rather ugly image
“I pay a hell of lot more than that,” he remarked under his breath.
I gaped at him. “What does that mean?”
David sighed as he looked at me scornfully. “Three thousand a week to keep her off the menu. And I still have to prefund an account to cover her costs when I do see her, which is once every week or two at most.” He propped his hands behind his head, lounging back in his chair smugly. The fact that he could discuss such things without batting an eye was disconcerting.
“Let me get this straight. You’re paying in excess of fifteen thousand dollars a month, the majority of which is paid simply to make sure she’s not fucking other men, and she’s getting paid…” I bobbled my head as I did the math. “What? Five thousand a month? I’m guessing she gets no share of that three-thousand-dollar retainer fee, right?”
He snorted. “She gets paid less than that. I pay fifteen hundred every night I spend with her. That doesn’t mean she gets that much. Her cut is two-thirds of that if I’m not mistaken.”
I nodded, clenching my jaw tight. “So she’s getting three thousand a month at the most, and you’re also costing her lost business by paying them to keep her unavailable, of which she gets no financial benefit. What part of this is fair to her?”
“Fair?” He actually laughed when he said it. “It’s really not my job to worry about her finances. She’s a big girl.” He glared at me for a moment. “You know I spend more on new suits in a month than I spend on her. And, by the way, this company is untraceable. I fund an account with them in cash, they debit the account as needed, and they send me an indecipherable text when my account runs low. I email them when I want to see her from a free email account under a false name. They pay her share to her…well, I don’t know how they pay her; it’s really not my problem at that point. They’re very discreet.”
I shook my head, staring up at the ceiling far above me. His office was in downtown, and like everything else in his life, it was opulent, extravagant, overdone. “ Everything is traceable, David.” I stared back down, scanning the last couple months. “There are two twenty-thousand -dollar withdrawals in the last couple months. Is that what prefunding an account with them amounts to?”
David smirked. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have a rather large surplus of funds in the account at the moment.”
I propped my hands on the back of my head as I glared at him. “What are you going to do when a picture of the two of you hits the society pages of the Chicago Sun Times ? You think I don’t check every day to make sure your face doesn’t pop up alongside hers…or some other inappropriate woman, for that matter?”
David harrumphed smugly. “Gee, maybe I’ll tell them I have a lovely girlfriend, whom I’ll conveniently break up with in a few months when I’m tired of her. Is that justification enough for you?”
“And how exactly do you justify her age?”
“I don’t know. How about, ‘she looks older than she is’? Is that good enough for you? Better yet, how about, ‘I value the caliber of people I spend time with not based on their age alone but who they are as a person,’” he said mockingly. “Listen, I’m usually too busy fucking her to show her off at fundraisers and events. It’s not like I’m seen with her that often, so how about you stop being so paranoid and obsessing about the millions of things that will likely never go wrong? Because, guess what, it annoys the hell out of me.”
I gritted my teeth as I stared back at him. I wanted to punch him at the moment and not likely for the right reasons. He was being an ass. That I was used to. Hell, I could even handle that. But he’d also just planted a rather ugly image
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