Page 12 of Vengeful Seduction
In my experience, women weren’t the most faithful of creatures. I’d never let one of them get close to me, but even so, I’d been cheated on. And I knew that my mother had left me and my father for another man. So it didn’t seem strange to me that Brent could seduce my hypothetical wife.
Brent was handsome enough, though I was hardly the best judge of that. But I’d seen women throw themselves at him often enough to have some idea. More than that, he was smart, and I could see him having Kaye wrapped around his little finger soon enough.
So easy. Almost foolproof. I ‘catch’ them in the act, she cries, I leave, and I get the money. Simple.
“What do you get out of it?” I wondered, and he shrugged at me.
“What else? A cut of the money that I help you get.”
I struggled against the booze, trying hard to poke at this plan, to see if there were any holes in it. No matter how I looked at it, I didn’t find any. Kaye would give in to human nature, and because of that, she would lose everything.
Seemed like fitting revenge to me.
“Won’t it look suspicious?” I asked, poking at the only bit of the whole plan that still seemed a little dodgy to me. “If I marry her so quickly? Why would she go for that? She barely knows me.”
Brent got this strange little smile on his face and he raised his bottle of beer, using it to gesture to me.
“Is that a real question? You have women flinging themselves into bed with you all the damn time, David. I have faith that you will figure out how to seduce one little nurse with no problem at all.”
I knew I could be charming. I hadn’t shown a lot of that charm toward Kaye as of yet. But when I wanted to, I could make people like me.
Our start had been rocky, but wouldn’t that just make it all that much more of a challenge? And if there was a single thing on this earth that I couldn’t resist, it was a challenge.
“If you’re serious …” I took a deep breath, still struggling to think through the haze of the beers I’d consumed. Surely there had to be some reason this whole thing wouldn’t work, but I would be damned if I could think of one. “I’m in. What do you say about five million? I think that’s a pretty good deal for you for sleeping with my future wife.”
Not to mention that Kaye was utterly beautiful, in a quiet, graceful, and kind sort of way. Brent would be lucky to have her. Five million was a pretty decent paycheck for this sort of thing.
“But you only get it if she sleeps with you,” I added. I thought it was likely that she would, but I wasn’t going to take any chances and be out five million dollars. I’d been born and raised in a fairly high-income family, but even for me, that was hardly chump change.
“Deal,” Brent said, and then grinned. “But you’re going to have to do your part, man, and I expect to be best man at your wedding.”
My wedding. Oh my God. It seemed ridiculous that Brent would even be saying those words, much less that we had a whole plan to make that happen.
“You got it,” I promised, and that was that. The plan was made.
All I needed to do then was figure out how I was going to change Kaye’s undoubtedly negative opinion of me enough that she’d marry me.
I’d have to shape up, stop the moping, and somehow push the hatred I had for her down far enough that it wouldn’t show when I charmed the pants off her then slipped a wedding ring onto her slender finger.
Vengeance might be fun.
Who knew?
Chapter 4
Kaye
I meant to call the lawyer, I really did, but one of the worst things that could happen to a nurse happened to me.
I got sick.
Not super sick. It was just a cold, but a particularly nasty one. The sort that had me sniffling, blowing my nose, and hanging out in bed with a book, too miserable to do anything else.
I certainly couldn’t go to work, not with the job I had. It would be horribly irresponsible to give those germs to people who were already sick. So, right when I would have liked to be very busy, right when I wanted the distraction of work, I couldn’t have it.
After two days of feeling like crap, I finally saw some improvement. I was able to get up, have a shower, and dress myself in clean pajamas. That was about all I had the energy for though. So I collapsed onto my couch to watch some Netflix and begin my recuperation.
I never ever got sick. It had to be the stress that was getting to me. I’d only been rich for just over a week and I was already pretty sick of it. Literally. The only sensible thing there was to do was distract myself with television from the 90s. That wasn’t so bad—it was actually kind of awesome. I mean, what choice did I really have?
