Missing by L C Lang

here. They rarely have overnight company. A dinner party once in a while, with a few people who might stay over if they are too drunk to leave, but that was about it.
    He also had a very spacious office, which he keeps locked. There is also den, a formal sitting room and a couple of rooms upstairs he had no idea what Kim was using them for, nor did he care to know. Lately, Fitzpatrick found himself hiding from her in his locked office. He didn’t bring a lot of work home, but just wanted the privacy.
    Fitzpatrick walked into the kitchen and put his car keys on the counter. The kitchen consisted of chrome appliances, expensive marble countertops, and cherry cabinets. To him, the cabinets made the kitchen look too dark. But, the kitchen was Kim’s doing. When they were married, she wanted the kitchen remodeled, so he paid to remodel it.
    The house was quiet, although he wasn’t surprised. It was midnight. He was sure Kim had finally given up and gone to bed. At least he hoped so. With so much on his mind, he didn’t want to deal with her. Not tonight anyway. He walked through the kitchen into the great room. A single lamp gave a soft amber glow to the room. As he looked around the well-appointed room, he had to admit, overall, Kim had done a good job decorating. It had cost him a lot of money. Because of his money, she had made the house better, more luxurious. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could afford her in the lifestyle he had originally bragged to her about. He was sure that was the only reason she was attracted to him. Since then, she was having too much fun spending what he was making.
    “ You’re late,” Kim said from the top of the stairs.
    Fitzpatrick didn’t look at her. “I had a lot to take care of,” he lied, placing his briefcase down next to the couch. He sat down on the couch and stretched his legs out.
    She walked down the stairs. Kim was only five foot five, but she was sleek and slender. Her straight silky blonde hair hung down past her shoulders. She was ten years younger than he was, but looked even younger than that. Kim was beautiful and didn’t wear much make-up. She just didn’t need it. Her bare looks turned the heads of any man she walked passed. Sometimes he wondered why she had ever picked him. Had he struck her as more than he was? She had to have been impressed with the job he had and the hope of how high he would go in the future. Kim liked the Washington society and hit on him the moment she found out where he worked. His ex-wife had ragged on him for years to be more assertive in getting what she wanted him to accomplish. Then, when he went after what he wanted, she divorced him. Amy wanted him to run for Governor, he didn’t. Kim, on the other hand, also wanted him to assert himself, but for a different reason. The higher a position he held, the higher the society she could circulate in, and, of course, the more money he would make that she could spend.
    “ I’m sure you did. Have a bad day?” she asked when she had gotten to the bottom of the stairs.
    “ Lately, everyday is a bad day.” Especially when he had to deal with Harper. He took off his suit coat, and laid it across the back of the couch. He looked over at her. She was wearing a pale pink sheer short nightgown. He sucked his breath in as he looked at her. The nightgown didn’t hide much. Her body was as perfect as her face.
    “ Hungry? I think Hannah fixed you a plate. It’s in the microwave.”
    “ Sounds good.” He had mostly drunk his dinner tonight and he was a bit hungry. At least food would help burn off the alcohol. With Kim, he had to be alert.
    Fitzpatrick got up and walked back into the kitchen. He opened the microwave and found a plate sitting inside. He took off the cover, closed the door, and then pressed the reheat button. Then he walked over an upper cabinet and got out a glass. A wine cooler was located in one of the lower cabinets. He opened the door and pulled out a bottle of pinot noir