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of.
    “Why the fuck did you leave me this shit?” he said to the painting.
There was no answer, and he grunted in exasperation while walking out of his
office. He usually hired several cleaners and cooks, but since meeting Ursula,
he liked only having the one woman inside his house. Stephen lost count of the
number of women he’d found inside his bed wanting to be seduced. He picked his
own women and his own playthings. Every part of his life, he found a reason to
moan. Life never used to be like that. He loved being part of the whole world
where he could walk into a room and command attention instantly. There was a
time where he used to sleep with other men’s wives and mistresses just because
he could. When he looked back on those times, he felt himself sneering at his
own attitude. He never cared if anyone liked him. The only thing he cared about
was getting his own way.
    There was some orange juice with the label “drink me” on it. He noticed
Ursula’s handwriting immediately. Turning the label over he saw the added
message, “You need to stop drinking whiskey. Otherwise you’ll end up like
this”. There was a picture of a stick man with a large belly on his back
looking sick.
    Stephen burst out laughing. She really did have a sense of humour. He
checked the time and saw there were a few hours until she arrived for the
afternoon.
    He decided to go and pay Cadeon a visit.
Stephen rarely visited members of the club at their home, but he’d made friends
with a few members.
    After a quick shower and changing into another white shirt and pants, he
grabbed his car keys and drove. The shirt from the night before had been put in
the bin. There was no way he’d be able to clean tomato juice from the fabric.
They were expensive shirts. He would never dock her pay. One of the few
pleasures in his life was Ursula. She would probably laugh at him.
    He pulled up outside Cadeon’s house and saw
his friend’s car in the driveway. The gate was open. He put the car into park.
Stephen was getting out of the car as the front door opened. Violet stood
looking at him. Seconds later, Cadeon walked up
behind her, circling his arms around his woman’s waist. Stephen watched him
speak to her, and then she left with a blush on her face.
    “She still doesn’t like me?” he asked.
    “Violet doesn’t understand you.” Cadeon came
down the few steps to greet him.
    “What’s not to understand?” He shook his friend’s hand, looking over his
shoulder to see if Violet was there.
    “She’s gone to put the kettle on for you.”
    “I’m surprised you haven’t got her tied up or something.”
    “Violet is not ready for that,” Cadeon said.
    “And you’re fine with waiting?”
    “I love her, Stephen. If she’s never ready, then I’m fine with that.”
They walked into the house together. “She doesn’t know why, for someone with as
much wealth as you, you’re so miserable. There is a woman out there for you.
She doesn’t know why you are not looking. She came from nothing but fear. You
came from nothing but love, and yet you’re both the complete opposite about
life.”
    Cadeon stopped talking when they entered
the kitchen. Stephen took a seat at the counter as his friend went to his
woman. His arms went around her waist once again, and he fell to kissing her
neck. The love between the two could not be ignored. Stephen felt like he’d
been punched in the gut. He would never feel that with anyone. Violet closed
her eyes and leaned back into Cadeon’s touch. The trust
on her face was something Stephen had never seen with her. She and Cadeon had fought for everything they had together.
    Cadeon pulled away. “We can sit at the
table.”
    Stephen followed him into the other room. Violet came through with the
drinks. She placed one in front of Stephen then two in front of Cadeon . Before she moved away, his friend caught her round
the waist, sitting her on his lap. He seemed to be fascinated by her waist.
    Stephen thought