paper
that she wanted.
He wasn’t a total moron, though. He’d gotten a standard
prenuptial agreement which his lawyer had insisted on. Better safe than sorry,
he’d said, and Mykael couldn’t really argue with that. In his early days Mykael
had nothing so he knew what broke felt like. The money hadn’t made him a greedy
man, he was more than happy to share his money and his life with this woman in
exchange for companionship if that was all he could have. But she wasn’t going
to leave him and take his money, too. Not that he thought she would. Even
Summer didn’t seem that cold hearted, but people could change, he knew,
especially when things went bad as they sometimes seem to do, especially with
love.
But, Mykael wasn’t going to let anything go bad or go wrong
in his live and with his marriage. He was determined to win his wife over in
spite of her initial coolness. He bought her flowers, candy, jewelry, theatre
tickets, romantic beach vacations, you name it. Anything her heart desired was
hers.
After they’d been married about six months, in a fit of
anger, Summer had smacked him the first time. He was sure she’d been drunk. She
would have never done such a thing otherwise, Mykael told himself. She’d
walloped him a good, clean one, right across his cheek. It had actually
surprised him more than it hurt, but it had hurt, too. Though his face hurt,
his heart hurt worse.
She’d left an angry red hand imprint which he noticed when he
checked his face in the mirror after she’d spun on her heel and walked out the
front door in a big huff, slamming the door loudly behind her. Seconds later he
heard her peel out of the driveway in her Ferrari.
At first, he didn’t understand how she could act this way, it
was uncharacteristic even for her, it was absurd. Even if she was drunk. Adults
did not act this way. People didn’t treat people they loved, or liked this way,
did they? Of course not.
Later, though, when she still had not returned, Mykael was
torn between worrying about her and worrying about what he would do when she
came back, or worse, what he would do if she didn’t come back. He sat down on
the bed, tired after the long day it had been, but not wanting to go to bed
without her. He’d never gone to bed without her, not in all the time they’d
been married. That was something, wasn’t it? Even if they just lay down, side
by side and slept, at least they were together.
Mykael noticed Summer’s purse on the nightstand and became
even more worried that she hadn’t even thought to take that. What if she got
pulled over? He pushed that thought out of his mind. She wouldn’t get pulled
over. Besides, Summer could certainly handle herself if she did. Heck, all
she’d have to do is bat those pretty long lashes at the cop and he’d surely let
her off, wouldn’t he? Mykael would. He figured that was probably why he wasn’t
a cop. He was too soft hearted. He wondered if she’d taken a different purse.
She had quite a few, the best his money could buy. Maybe she’d switched them.
He wasn’t normally one to snoop, but he figured that the situation warranted at
least checking, so he opened the purse wanting to make sure she at least had
her billfold, her id and atm card, in case she needed those things. He could
worry less knowing she was covered in case of an emergency. But instead of
easing his fears, what he found in her purse made him worry even more.
Chapter 2
What he found in her purse was a small packet of pills which
he did not recognize. Not that he would. Mykael was healthy as a horse and
didn’t need to take any medications. But he figured these weren’t medications.
Medications came in bottles with labels. Were these some kind of illegal drug? If
so, he thought that might explain her sudden anger fit, and her recent
moodiness, even more so than her recent increase in cognac consumption. He knew
drugs, any kind, and alcohol were an even worse combination.
His mind reeled at the
that she wanted.
He wasn’t a total moron, though. He’d gotten a standard
prenuptial agreement which his lawyer had insisted on. Better safe than sorry,
he’d said, and Mykael couldn’t really argue with that. In his early days Mykael
had nothing so he knew what broke felt like. The money hadn’t made him a greedy
man, he was more than happy to share his money and his life with this woman in
exchange for companionship if that was all he could have. But she wasn’t going
to leave him and take his money, too. Not that he thought she would. Even
Summer didn’t seem that cold hearted, but people could change, he knew,
especially when things went bad as they sometimes seem to do, especially with
love.
But, Mykael wasn’t going to let anything go bad or go wrong
in his live and with his marriage. He was determined to win his wife over in
spite of her initial coolness. He bought her flowers, candy, jewelry, theatre
tickets, romantic beach vacations, you name it. Anything her heart desired was
hers.
After they’d been married about six months, in a fit of
anger, Summer had smacked him the first time. He was sure she’d been drunk. She
would have never done such a thing otherwise, Mykael told himself. She’d
walloped him a good, clean one, right across his cheek. It had actually
surprised him more than it hurt, but it had hurt, too. Though his face hurt,
his heart hurt worse.
She’d left an angry red hand imprint which he noticed when he
checked his face in the mirror after she’d spun on her heel and walked out the
front door in a big huff, slamming the door loudly behind her. Seconds later he
heard her peel out of the driveway in her Ferrari.
At first, he didn’t understand how she could act this way, it
was uncharacteristic even for her, it was absurd. Even if she was drunk. Adults
did not act this way. People didn’t treat people they loved, or liked this way,
did they? Of course not.
Later, though, when she still had not returned, Mykael was
torn between worrying about her and worrying about what he would do when she
came back, or worse, what he would do if she didn’t come back. He sat down on
the bed, tired after the long day it had been, but not wanting to go to bed
without her. He’d never gone to bed without her, not in all the time they’d
been married. That was something, wasn’t it? Even if they just lay down, side
by side and slept, at least they were together.
Mykael noticed Summer’s purse on the nightstand and became
even more worried that she hadn’t even thought to take that. What if she got
pulled over? He pushed that thought out of his mind. She wouldn’t get pulled
over. Besides, Summer could certainly handle herself if she did. Heck, all
she’d have to do is bat those pretty long lashes at the cop and he’d surely let
her off, wouldn’t he? Mykael would. He figured that was probably why he wasn’t
a cop. He was too soft hearted. He wondered if she’d taken a different purse.
She had quite a few, the best his money could buy. Maybe she’d switched them.
He wasn’t normally one to snoop, but he figured that the situation warranted at
least checking, so he opened the purse wanting to make sure she at least had
her billfold, her id and atm card, in case she needed those things. He could
worry less knowing she was covered in case of an emergency. But instead of
easing his fears, what he found in her purse made him worry even more.
Chapter 2
What he found in her purse was a small packet of pills which
he did not recognize. Not that he would. Mykael was healthy as a horse and
didn’t need to take any medications. But he figured these weren’t medications.
Medications came in bottles with labels. Were these some kind of illegal drug? If
so, he thought that might explain her sudden anger fit, and her recent
moodiness, even more so than her recent increase in cognac consumption. He knew
drugs, any kind, and alcohol were an even worse combination.
His mind reeled at the
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