Page 103 of Prince of Darkness

“We still can’t reach Mr. Wolf.”

“Maybe he’s out of town still.” I fish, hoping they have something to give me.

“No, he’s in the city. I had it confirmed because we’re going to have to have him served if he decides that he’s not going to cooperate.” I clench my jaw. What is he doing? If he’s not coming to see me then why not sign the damn papers already? “We tried to call him several times with the number you gave us but he hangs up on us when he does answer.”

“Bring me the papers. I’ll get him to sign them.” My hand tightens around the phone.

“I’ll send them over. You can print them.”

“Thanks.” I hang up the phone. Why is he doing this? I grab my cell phone, trying to find his number. I pause when I see the name husband listed in my contacts. I click it, causing it to open up to a picture of us in bed. I’m asleep on his chest. I fight the tears that prick my eyes, wondering what would have happened if I stayed.

I hit the call button. It barely rings once before Victor's deep voice fills the line.

“Wife.”

“I need to see you. Where are you?” I stand, grabbing my purse.

“Where would you like me to be?”

My hand pauses over the button to the elevator. His words imply he’ll be anywhere I like. If that was true then he would have already been in bed with me each night. I wouldn't have had my hand between my thighs trying to find the same pleasure he’d given me.

“I’ll be at your office shortly.” I end the call as I hit the button on the elevator. The door opens. I step on, putting my phone back into my bag. It isn't until I’m on the ground floor and walking out of the building that I realize I don’t know where Victor’s office actually is. Crap.

“Mrs. Wolf.” My head jerks around to see Jackson standing by a black SUV holding the door open for me. He is never too far from Victor. “I’ll take you to him.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask, walking toward him.

“My job ma’am.”

“Thanks,” I say, getting in. I’m not sure I should be thanking him just yet. We’ll see how this goes.

“Anytime.” He shuts the door behind me, hopping into the driver's seat and taking off. I sit in the back wondering if this is such a good idea.

“Ma’am.” I’m broken from my thoughts when Jackson opens my car door. “We’re here. He’s on the top floor.”

“Thanks again.” I step out of the car, my head falling back as I look up at his massive building. Of course he owns a giant building. The man owns half the city. His hands are always in anything that has to do with real estate.

I continue walking, heading to the security desk. When I reach it, I lift my bag onto the counter to get my identification out. The security officer looks up from what he’s doing to make eye contact with me.

“Something you need, Mrs. Wolf?” His use of my married name leaves me speechless for a second. I would correct him but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like the sound of it. I stand there staring at him, not knowing how to respond.

“No. I was just going up to see Mr. Wolf.” I’m not ready to refer to him as my husband, not until I see why the hell he hasn’t been looking for me.

“The elevator bank is over there.” The officer breaks the silence, causing me to get moving. I grab my bag and make my way to the elevators. “Mrs. Wolf,” he shouts across the lobby to me, causing me to turn around. He points to a different set of doors. “That is the elevator you take. It will bring you directly to Mr. Wolf.” Of course he has his own elevator. I almost roll my eyes but head over to where the officer pointed. The doors open, I step in and press the button to the top floor.

In seconds, the doors open. I step off the elevator to see a wall of glass. A woman pops up from a desk, hitting a button to make the glass doors slide open.

“Mrs. Wolf. Right this way.” She beams at me with a giant smile. Again, everyone knows who I am. What is more shocking is that everyone here knows who I am but the news of Victor and my marriage hasn't gotten out yet. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“No thank you.”

“Are you sure? I know you like Snapple iced tea. We’ve had it stocked here so that it’s available when you visit. Actually, we’ve had all your favorites brought in.” I stop walking to look at her. She’s still smiling, looking bright eyed at me.

“I’m sorry. You know me but I don’t have your name.” I hold my hand out.

“June.” She takes my hand. “I’m the secretary here.”

“I’m going to be honest with you. You seem really happy to work with Victor.” She throws back her head and laughs.

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