“What do you say, Jacob?” Victor said.Jacob swallowed. “It has never been about the money” he said, “If you’d excuse me, I have a wedding to finish,”He said and left.Victor watched him leave with a smirk on his face. “He thinks he is smart now, doesn’t he?” He said.Jacob walked to up to Christine and Mrs. Precott.“Where have you been?” Christine asked, “you were supposed to meet the Smiths and then the Edibiri. The Edibiri are africans and there are our business associate to…”“I think I have had enough of the party” Jacob said.“What
“You have got to be kidding me.” Alex said, “That doesn't make any sense.” Mrs. King looked at Alex and said, "We are leaving. You two get the fuck out of here.”“Lady King,” Mrs. Prescott, walked up to them. “I’d love you to meet Christine and his husband.” She looked at them, where a couple of people had swamped the new couple already. “Well, when they are a little less occupied.”“And we’d love to,” Mrs. King said, “but we have to be on our way already.”Madi couldn’t get her eyes off of Jacob; she had never seen him that happy, and even though she was happy for him, she hated it. She hated that she wasn’t the reason he was smiling; she hated that he moved on faster than she had hoped; and she hated that he had found the happiness he had.“Are you okay, Madison?” Mrs. Prescott asked.
Madi grabbed Bob by the elbow and led him to a corner of the room.“What are you doing here?” She asked him.“Umm, you don’t know?” He asked back, and his face frowned up.She furrowed her eyebrow. Jacob, she thought, Jacob? Could it be Jacob?“Madison King,” a voice called her name from behind her.Madi turned, and it was Mrs. Prescott. She whispered to Bobby to leave, and she turned with the biggest smile she could muster.“Mrs. Prescott,” she said as she approached her.Mrs. Prescott, holding a glass of red wine between her fingers, helped close up the gap between them. She also
“It’s your wedding,” Bob said, “not mine?”“Just answer me, goddamn it!” Jacob shouted. “Red or brown tie?” He went to the mirror and placed each on his neck to see which went the best.“That’s not even red, Jacob; that’s like oxblood or something,” Bob said, biting his hot dog.“Really, but Franklin said it's red.” Jacob said as he turned to him, “Are you serious? The best time to eat is now.”“What?” He said with a huge chunk in his mouth, “I am the best man , not the best woman.” The ketchup from the hotdog dropped on his white shirt. “Aagh, fuck.”Jacob turned back to the mirror and sai
Jacob sat with his hands clenched together in a corner of the giant sitting room. Different artworks probably from the eighteenth century hung on the wall: angry looking paintings and heavily bearded sculptors of philosophers.But of all the paintings and sculptors there was one that he couldn’t get his eyes off. It hung slightly with the height of roughly three feet. The painted man had a fierce look not so different from the rest of them in the room except this one isn’t from the eighteenth century. He looked different, except for the windpipe he held to his mouth.And the face, it looked like…“That’s my father,” Christine said.Jacob turned, she was standing by the door frame, “Oh…um I didn&rsq
Madi barged into the room, her hands balled up and her eyes blood red. “Mom…” “Do you know that Christine Prescott is getting married?” Mrs. King said this before she could finish. She raised her head from the computer screen and said, “Mrs. Prescott sent me an invitation for the wedding party in a week time.” “Mom…” Madi tried again. “A wedding in the middle of the week, and with an invitation for the one percent of the one percent? Now the President has uped their game; now doubt.” Mrs. King giggled. “Mom!” Madi exaclaimed. "What, my darling? “I heard about the five million dollars” "Oh, it was nothing. I couldn't watch him go with what belonged to you.” “I thought we agreed we were done with Jacob” “Agree? I didn’t agree with anything. Besides, we are done only when we are done.” “No. You are wrong. It is finished; we are done; divorced for fuck sake; what on earth do you still want from him?” “Come on, stop sounding like a fool. That money is yours, and that mon
He entered his office, shut the door, and pulled off his suit. He threw it on the office couch and sat down beside it. He looked into the mirror opposite the leather couch. His face was beginning to show more wrinkles, and his hair was mostly gray, yet he would make one of the fittest sixty-five-year-olds in the world. But beyond it, he could see his plan coming to failure. A knock hit his door. He looked at the door and asked who it was. It was Charlie. He opened the door for Charlie and went back to sitting. Charlie locked the door and stood opposite him. “Tell me what all that was,” he said. His naturally baritone voice came out husky.Charlie pushed his glasses closer to his face. He was already sweaty and shakingly. "Sir, my sources said it was the same guy that saved her from the accident ten years back” He raised his head to look at Charlie. “What the fuck is that?” “She had had a private detective looking for him for the past two years, sir,” Charlie said, his voice eve
"How do you know this?" Mrs. King asked."Well, a mail was sent to Madi this afternoon, and it was about this transaction. His email is still somehow logged into Madi's laptop." Alex explained.Mrs. King stared into the phone screen, trying to understand how Jacob could have such an amount of money in his account. It had to be a mistake; she just needed to find out the mistake. But it was his name, Jacob Reed, that was on the cheque. After a short while of staring into the phone, she returned the phone to Alex. "So she doesn’t know about this yet?" Mrs. King raised her eyebrow and crossed her legs. "Not yet," Alex answered, obviously not sure. "It doesn’t matter; they are divorced, and that’s it," she said, grabbing a cup of whiskey from the couch’s side table. "But it’s only a matter of time before Madi finds out. The mail is still logged into her laptop, and..." "And what if she finds out?" Mrs. King asked. "You know Madi...she...""My daughter is not a goal digger, Alex Gra
Jacob finally reached his studio apartment with a bandage around his chest and a small one above his eyebrow. He settled down, groaning on his couch. If asked, he wouldn't be able to tell what hurt him the most—the physical pain he endured or the emotional pain of watching his wife leave him for someone like Alex. He could use a little liquor, but it was a little far off, and he wouldn’t get off the chair.“You should really change your locks,” Christine said, walking out of the shadows.“For fuck sake!” He jerked, and the pain struck like an electric shock. He groaned as he held his rib as it curled a little. “Oh my god,” Christine rushed to him. “What happened to you?” she asked.“I am okay…” Jacob stopped her from touching him. “I just need to rest.”“Rest? What happened to you?”“It was an accident.”Christine stopped, her lips quivering a little. Jacob raised his head to look at why she suddenly went quiet. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” she said, shaking her head a little. “I just hav