The Second Marriage Chance

Philip

“Philip, did you know Sarah is Miss Benner? She’s a liar! How can she pretend to be someone else? Do you believe her words?” Megan said in an accusatory tone, waiting for me outside Azure’s boutique. “It’s impossible for Sarah to live away from the Benners. She probably just said that to embarrass Rebecca and get your attention!”

I forcefully pulled Megan away from the staring onlookers, dragging her so quickly toward her car that her heels clacked on the pavement. I ignored her comments about Sarah because I already knew the truth.

“Megan, go home! Do you want me to remind you of the huge amount of money you lost in Luminary Productions?”

“So why are you spending on Sarah’s luxuries?” she said, her eyes full of barely hidden envy.

“I’m a car racer. My life doesn’t revolve solely around Luminary Productions. But that is not your concern! The police investigators are now looking for my mother. Do you have any idea where she might be?” My voice became accusing. After all, my mother and Megan used to be close.

Megan swallowed hard. “Philip, of course not! Do you think I would hide Madam Cornell? Besides, you can’t possibly believe that ridiculous accusation Dr. Smith made against your mother!”

She reached out and trailed a fingertip down my chest in a blatant attempt at seduction. “If I did know something about your mother’s location, would you agree to make me your wife?”

I grabbed her hands firmly, preventing her from continuing the unwanted caress, raising the corner of my lips. “Megan, I know what you’re doing. Listen closely; I know everything, including your involvement in Sarah’s abortion. Now, I’ll be the one proposing to you-I want your message soon, telling me my mother’s whereabouts!”

My eyes narrowed dangerously. “Please leave my Serenity Pines estate immediately, or I will have to call the police and report you for trespassing!”

I turned and walked away quickly, tugging at my expensive coat. Megan stayed still, looking shocked, as she watched me leave.

As I entered the stylish sedan waiting at the curb, my assistant Alex leaned over to pass me his iPad.

“Boss, we have already announced that we will remove Ms. Rebecca from Luminary Productions. The chairman also called multiple times, asking for your presence.”

“Tell him I’m far too occupied with the Sci-Fi production team to be disturbed,” I said, though we both knew it was a lie.

“Understood!” Alex replied.

My father hasn’t changed one bit over the years; he’ll blame me whenever something goes wrong in the company. Though his strategy now is different, he’ll say it’s my job as president to protect Luminary Productions. The company is still doing well, and my dad is doing everything he can to save it. But I no longer care. My stocks in different companies are doing well.

***

Bronn invited me to attend the LoveLogic presentation for investors. I discreetly followed Sarah to the hotel, arriving after her group. Trey and Josh were my companions for this trip.

“Find out where Sarah is,” I instructed Josh, knowing his connections with Sarah.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Shortly after, Trey delivered the update. “Boss, Josh just called in. He located Madam Sarah at the hotel bar. According to his report, she appears severely intoxicated,” Trey relayed with a concerned furrow in his brow.

“What?” My expression tightened. Wrapping up my tasks, I made my way to the bar where Sarah was.

“Where is she?” I demanded, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room.

They pointed to a barstool where Sarah was sitting, looking tired, and talking loudly with two showgirls wearing very revealing outfits that sparkled in the light.

“Damn it! Why are you allowing Sarah to converse with strippers?” I rebuked Josh and Sarah’s original bodyguard, who appeared concerned.

“President Cornell, initially, I was monitoring the situation from a distance. However, when those two women approached Ms. Sarah, I stepped in. But Ms. Sarah got upset and sprayed pepper spray right in my face when I tried to separate them and stop her from drinking more.”

He paused, wiping his still-watering eyes. “I had to stay calm to avoid making a big scene, even though it hurt like crazy. I wanted to take her away forcefully, but I was worried I might accidentally hurt her since she was so drunk. Luckily, Josh showed up and took over so I could wash out my eyes. I guess Ms. Sarah’s drunk because she didn’t even recognize me.”

“Take him to the hotel clinic,” I directed Josh with a sour expression.

As I approached Sarah, I heard her speaking loudly and unclearly to the showgirls, venting her frustrations.

“Do you know? Men are foolish! They’re so foolish, they forget they’ll inevitably hurt me!” Sarah exclaimed.

One of the women, speaking in a Spanish-English accent, said, “I agree. You’re beautiful; don’t let men fool you… in our line of work, you’ll rake in substantial earnings. Men will worship you like Aphrodite!”

“Really?” Sarah responded, evidently intrigued.

Frustration welled within me as Sarah seemed oblivious to the lure of the strippers.

Another woman with the same accent elaborated, “Indeed! My husband, bless his soul, is weirdo, and has a small dick! In our job, sex is different. You’ll feel different kinds of dick-small dick, big dick, ordinary dick, a dick that didn’t sleep, a macho dick-every kind!”

I was utterly dumbfounded. I never imagined women discussing such intimate matters so openly, and what on earth did she mean by “dick that didn’t sleep”?

With her unfocused gaze, Sarah pondered aloud, and it was amusing and perplexing how she managed to mimic the accent.

“But I don’t like dick! My husband-no dick!” she exclaimed, her words slurred.

“That will be a big problem!” one of the showgirls exclaimed dramatically.

“Exactly!” Sarah affirmed, downing her drink in one gulp.

While I stood nearby, I felt extremely uncomfortable being talked about. I couldn’t stay silent any longer, so I approached them.

“Babe, it’s time to stop drinking. Let’s go,” I urged, trying to intervene.

“Hold on! Are you her husband?” a woman interjected, blocking Sarah from me. Her ample boobs bounced as she did so, and I felt too embarrassed to approach.

“Yes, now get the fuck out of my way!” I snarled; my patience already thin due to Sarah’s drunken state.

But the women persisted, “No way! There are scary men lurking all over Vegas! Prove to us you’re her husband! We won’t just hand over this cute little lady to any random guy!”

The other chimed in, “Maybe you’re just using those handsome looks and charming ways to try and get this woman into your bed tonight!”

“Didn’t I tell you girls… he’s an idiot!”

“So is he really your husband with ‘no dick’?” The first asked with raised eyebrows.

Sarah squinted at me for a long moment, her mind clearly struggling to process, before giving an absentminded nod. “Yeah… That’s right!”

I gritted my teeth, struggling to keep my cool. It would take all my self-control to stay calm.

One daring showgirl leaned in to pat my arm with a sympathetic look. “Hey, it’s no biggie if your wife can’t feel you down there, bro. The performance is what matters. You just gotta put in the effort to make sure she’s still enjoying those special intimate moments…”

“That’s right,” the other lady agreed. “Don’t rely on that pretty face of yours-we ladies need a lot more than just looks to get there. Perform well on the bed; women will not cum just by looking at the face…”

Completely frustrated, I quickly took out my wallet and handed some money to the showgirl, hoping to stop the embarrassing conversation.

“Here, take this for watching out my wife.”

To my surprise, Sarah embraced the two women gratefully, declaring her love for them amidst tears.

“I love you girls!”

I was left utterly speechless and exasperated! It was painfully obvious just how severely intoxicated she had become.