Pete was beginning to fear for Mrs. King's safety each day he stayed on. She tried hard to hide and cover the bruises that ass of a man left, but he knew. She was alone in the world and Mr. King was using it to her advantage.
“Your boss's wife is smokin’,” Nick commented after both of them had watched her leave the room.
Peter smiled at nick's observation.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
“I’m not. I’m being factual.”
“Well you may want to keep those facts to yourself. Anyone catch you talking like that you’ll be out on your ass,for sure.”
“Easy, Pete.” His friend seemed uptight. He didn’t know what the hell was going on, and for his first day this wasn’t going to cut it. He had known Pete since his military days. He was like a brother to him. He could tell something was wrong. “Is there something I’m missing, or something you didn’t tell me about this particular job?” He asked his friend.
Pete smirked.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough. You will want to get with Mrs.Garrison. That’s Mrs. King’s personal Assistant, so you know what you’ll be doing the next couple of days with Mrs.King. She can be a busy lady with fundraisers and errands. I will be in the main meeting room. I have to speak with a few places about security provisions for next week. I’m sorry if I seem short, old friend. I’ve got a lot on my plate now that I’m in this new position. Just promise me you will protect Mrs. King at all costs.”
“That’s what I signed up for, right?”
“Even from Mr. King.”
There was a silence then. He knew what he meant, but not exactly.
He looked at his friend, having a better understanding of what he had just walked into. Pete wore a mask of unfeeling, but Nick knew this bothered him. He recalled him telling him stories about how his step dad had beat his mom and him when he was a child.
He nodded then.
“Alright then.” He agreed.
He nodded at Nick before turning and exiting the house.
Nick didn't like admitting that he had needed this job, or any for that matter. He had bounced around, from Las Vegas to Dallas to California doing odd jobs and working security at cheap strip clubs for the last five years or so. This was the first time he had been in a mansion in years. He had been surprised at Mrs.King’s beauty, and her kindness. When Pete had told him he would be introducing him to her he thought he would be meeting someone much older,stuck up, and full of themselves, but she hadn’t been.
She’d been kind and genuine with them. Looking back on it, he had to admit although she did cover up the abuse well there were still signs. Her shirt collar had been stretched. She had been missing her shoes and her smile, it seemed porcelain thin. Her husband was a lucky man, he thought.
It had been years since Nick had let himself feel love for anyone. He saw this as his chance to start over and leave everything in the past. He just wondered what he had gotten himself into. Just then, he noticed several maids enter the room with various colors of roses in crystal vases. He watched some climb the stairs and go to Mrs. King’s bedroom suite.
He followed them up and heard her tell the maids to enter....
He watched some climb the stairs and go to Mrs. King’s bedroom suite. He followed them up and heard her tell the maids to enter. They obeyed. Seconds later, They came out of the room and exited the suite. Until finally the last one shut the bedroom doors and then more maids with flowers entered and began filling her suite up with more flower arrangements. Mr. King was proving to be over the top. All Nick could think of was what Pete had said to him when he had asked him if there was something he was missing. He could see now with the position he had just been hired for. He wouldn’t miss a thing, especially when it involved his employer’s wife... Waking up from her nap Elayna noticed her suite was filled with flowers. They sat on every surface welcoming her. The aroma sweetening the air. She use to think that this gesture made by her husband was romantic, but now she found it redundant and mech
“Thank you, Laura.” “Have a good night, ma’am.” She said as she opened the doors into her suite. Elayna saw him again then. Her new bodyguard. He was standing looking as if he was ready. He was still rugged and handsome to her. She was surprised by her attraction to him. He was not her usual type. He acknowledged her presence as soon as she came in the room. Ready to lead her out of her large home. He did just that and within minutes he was assisting her into a limo. Once Mrs. King was situated and the driver began heading to their destination. Nick thought back to when she had just walked down the stairs and out of her home with confidence, but now her face read something else to him. Was it sadness? He could not say. He didn't dare openly stare at her.
They all stopped dining and seemed awe struck by her husband and his aura of power. He could do no wrong in their eyes. Some were here to suckle at the power teet, she knew. Bradley never really let her engage with these people, or any of the people he knew for that matter. Sometimes it felt like they lived totally different lives. He rounded the corner and entered the dining area. As he walked through people stood up and shook his hand. Some wanted pictures from him or to discuss a new business deal. She enjoyed watching him with people. He was so charming and aloof. Giving them just enough to come off as jovial and kind. She had fallen for that. Now she was behind the curtain, and her life was almost close to becoming unbearable. The closer he got the more nervous she became. She stood up when he got to their center table.
Nick’s breath had been taken away by Elayna when he had saw her come out of her bedroom in that sheer dress she wore tonight. Not because the dress fit her like a second skin, or because it showed off her ample breasts, small waist and beautiful butt. His breath had been taken away by her because she wore it with so much confidence. As if to say there was nothing wrong with her outfit. That it was perfectly fine. Though, he thought he had detected a bit of shame in her eyes on the ride over, but only briefly, when she had stepped out of the car it was gone. She had embraced it and her confidence in the expensive cocktail dress made her look gorgeous. Her raven black hair had been free flowing and had framed her face beautifully, making her hazel eyes look big. She had wore a fresh, dewy makeup look that gave her skin a natural glowing appearance. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about her, but she was so
Once he saw how well business went when she was up for grabs he always wanted her to go on business trips with him. Tonight, it was some columbian millionaire seeking her husband’s financial assistance and expertise. Bradley and this man had been drinking scotch since noon. It was currently seven p.m. How they were still standing and coherent was beyond Elayna. After spending hours at a resort and spa she had finally convinced her husband that it would be best if they all went back to the villa they were staying at. He agreed, but only if his business friend could come along. She stupidly said ‘yes’. Now they were sitting in a semi dark living room. The columbian had been eyeing her since they met him at the resort earlier that day. She was in a tight, bright white, cotton halter tank and khaki short shorts
The next morning in the limo Nick hadn’t meant to overhear his employers conversation, but he had, and it was one that shocked and angered him. The partition had been rolled down and Mr. King didn’t seem to care who heard him belittling and verbally assaulting his gorgeous wife. Nick was quite frankly shocked and appalled at the things he heard Mr. King say. “You’re a little country whore. That’s all you know how to do is fuck, eat, and spend my money!” “You know that’s not true!” “Shut your trap, or I’ll shut it for you!” He heard her grow quiet. “On your knees!” He thought he had misheard him, but when he insisted a seco
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she commented. Her tone was sharp and she made sure she looked the part of an angry insulted wife. “And I suggest you never mention this to anyone if you want to keep your job. Is that understood, Nick?” He saw and heard it then, her fear, and he knew then that she had to come off as complicit and submissive in order to survive her husband. He was not normally moved, or even cared, but her silent sadness hidden behind her shiny facade and tailored, expensive clothing called to him like a siren’s song. He knew no one outside of their home knew about the abuse and if they did, they would surely blame her. From what he had observed Mr.King was very wealthy and powerful. He wanted to be there for her not just as paid help, but someone who was beginning to care. He thought he understood why Pete had wanted him to pr
He was her biggest critic. She secretly hated it, the glamour, the fame that came with her husband’s status and wealth, the attention, and how everyone made a fuss over her latest hairstyle or what she wore last. They wanted to know every aspect of her very private life. Where she went, and what she did in her spare time, which was very little. She just wanted to be done with it all and go back to the villa . She could slip into a bathing suit, get into the hot tub to relax, and soak this trip away. She still couldn't get last night out of her head. He had betrayed her once again for his financial success. His family had thrived from owning several banks across the US. Bradley had made his name by helping the middle class acquire wealth and status they needed to grow their community. Many people thought he was wonderful and charming. He had