Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
It was time for dinner but I had no taste for it. I wanted gone from here as soon as possible so I could find her. She would be from one of the fashion houses of course so that is how I would find her. Or so I thought until I heard a soft voice address the table before the seat next to me was pulled back and the vision sat next to me.
“Sorry I’m late everyone it was a madhouse back there.”
“No apologies needed Nadia you were magnificent as usual.” The lady two seats down and across from me smiled at her. Nadia.
Chapter 5
I climbed out of bed and headed for the shower, my trip down memory lane over. I wondered how my dutiful wife had spent her first night back home in her empty bed. I got dressed in my favorite work attire a bespoke suit from Gieves and Hawkes. For work all my clothing came from the fashionable Savile Row of London. For playtime I went for the more relaxed casualness of a Prada or a Gucci. Downstairs Elsa the housekeeper was already busy in the kitchen with my usual morning fare of freshly squeezed juice and fresh fruit. There was no sign of my runaway wife at the table. I guess she’s decided to hide out.
“Good morning sir, your breakfast is ready will the mistress be joining us this morning?”
“I’m not sure why don’t you go up and find out.”
“As you wish.”
She was smiling again this morning. The two women had grown close, and for the last two weeks the housekeeper had been a bit less lively because of the absence of her mistress as she calls her. I of course had not divulged any information one way or the other. I wasn’t going to lie, and besides the newspapers had been rife with speculation about a split between us when it was discovered that she was flying solo. We’d never been apart in the time we’d been married, not even when I travelled for business. She’d given up her career as a model the day we got married at my request. I didn’t want my wife showing herself to other men. Travelling around the world for shows and all the other stuff that came with a highly demanding modeling career. Old fashioned I know but that’s the way I wanted it; her charms and her beauty were all mine. She hadn’t been too torn up about it. Nadia had been only too happy at the prospect of settling down and starting a family. She was twenty-three when we met and had been modeling since the age of fourteen. The daughter of an Egyptian nurse and a Greek shop owner, she’d been discovered while vacationing in her father’s home of Corfu. Her family hadn’t been wealthy by any means but the success of the young girl had propelled them into a new world.
We visit them at least once a year and they spend the holidays with us every year because that’s what she wanted. We were never one of those jet-setting couples; there was no partying all night into the wee hours of the morning. We spent most of our free time at home together with the occasional night out. Weekends were spent away somewhere usually of her choosing. I think it was her difficulty in falling pregnant that had first started her discontent. No matter how I told her that these things happen when they’re supposed to, she worried and worried about it until she made herself miserable. I on the other hand was quite happy with things the way they were. I was more than happy to let things happen in their own time. Enjoying the pleasure of having my young beautiful wife all to myself. Not that I didn’t want kids, I do, but I was in no hurry. Nadia on the other hand seemed to think that it was an affront to her as a woman. That somehow I was going to leave her if she couldn’t give me a son. No doubt something else she’d learned from her mother. Don’t get me wrong I adore my mother in law Bettina but the lady has some very antiquated ideas. Most of which she’d passed on to her daughter. For all her high-flying life as a model, she was still a very sheltered girl when I met her. Which is one of the reasons I fell so hard for her that and the fact that she was the most beautiful creature in the world.
Elsa came back down the stairs five minutes later with a slight frown on her face.
“She’ll be right down sir.”
“You two enjoy your morning I’m off.”
I stood up from the table and headed for the hall entrance where I’d left my keys the night before. I met up with her coming down the stairs. She was dressed casually in jeans and another one of those silk blouses she prefers. It didn’t matter, casual or refined elegance she was still the most beautiful flower in the garden. And you’re such sap Stryker. I had all intentions of bypassing her and going about my business; after all she hadn’t been here to say goodbye to for the past fourteen days had she?