Page 7 of The Doctor's Twins

Coffee in hand, I went outside to the patio and called Mateo’s phone.

“Yeah,” he answered, rather harshly.

“Sorry, babe. Is this a bad time? Are you busy?”

“Can’t talk now,” he said and ended the call.

Wow! That was rude. I made a mental note to give him lip when he got home from work. That was no way to talk to me. I was already having words with him in my head when I heard the sound of something shattering inside the house.

I leaped up and charged to the living room. One of the maids was in a tizz, picking up pieces of a shattered vase and rambling on incessantly in Spanish.

“I so sorry,” she kept saying.

“It’s alright. I’m sure it was an accident,” I told her.

Hmm, not the best start to my day, but I was happily married. That was the most important thing. Everything else was gravy.

* * *

Fuck! I was right in the middle of screwing my secretary on the desk when Peyton called. The timing couldn’t have been worse. I got rid of my wife and finished the job at hand. I hoped Peyton wasn’t going to be one of those clingy wives who couldn’t entertain herself. I mean, what more did she need?

It had been the perfect courtship, a fantastic wedding, and a week of non-stop fucking on our honeymoon. Didn't I deserve a break?

I zipped up my pants and sent my secretary on her way. She was a sexy little thing with big tits and doe eyes who was willing to do anything I asked of her. I liked that in an assistant. I made sure she was always keen by buying her a few shiny trinkets here and there. As far as I was concerned, we had the perfect arrangement.

I called Peyton back an hour later. I wasn’t in the mood for drama when I got home, so I thought I’d schmooze her a little to save myself the headache later on.

“Hey, babe. I’m sorry I snapped at you. I don't know what I was thinking. Can you forgive me?” I said when she answered the call.

“Okay, I’ll forgive you. Just this once,” she said, and I could hear from her voice that she was smiling.

“How about I make it up to you tonight?”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Dinner out?”

“Fabulous.”

“I’ll see you later, darling. Love you.”

“Love you back.”

Okay, with that out of the way, I got on with my day. My job demanded a lot. I had mountains of pressure on me to keep my wits about me. Not that I couldn’t handle it, mind you. I enjoyed having a few balls in the air all at once. I loved the rush of adrenaline required to keep them all up there.

I left the office at 4 pm. If I was going to be the best husband I could be, I’d have to stop off for a quick pick-me-up before I went home. I drove to the old square downtown where I could scratch that old itch without any fear of judgment or retribution.

I parked and walked into Club Hermosas Damas.

Hmph! Beautiful ladies.

Most of them were, I guess. Some were just gals doing their best to nip and tuck enough to keep the fellas coming back for more pussy. Sure, I was there for that, but truth be told, I was after a bit extra. And it was that extra bit that cost me a small fortune.

“Ah, bienvenido, Señor Garcia! We haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Is Cindy available?” I asked, forgoing the irritating pleasantries.

“Si. Of course. Come in, please. I’ll get her ready for you,” the rotund man behind the desk said as he gestured for me to take a seat in the private lounge.

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