Chapter 2
Colt
The sun was coming in through the window and it was blinding me. I don't know why the hell the curtains were open, but I didn't have the strength to get up and close them. I looked over and saw the blonde in the bed with me. I didn’t remember her name so I called her babe and asked if she would shut it. It was easier that way then to play the name guessing game. I wasn’t very good at it. I should have a system in place.
The blonde didn't look so happy to be woken up and she cut her eyes at me, telling me to get up and do it my damn self. She turned back over and practically growled at me.
Me, I was trying to always keep it light, but it appeared that the mystery woman didn’t like my sense of humor.
“Well I can see that we're not going to be soul mates.”
From the look on her face, I would imagine that she agreed as well. It was strange to have a woman mad at me before I kicked her out, but I figured it was just as well because that's where was going to go anyways.
“Well, since you’re up, I need to get to work soon so...”
She made a face and started to get up.
“And let me guess, you need me to get out of here so that you can leave right?”
I had a feeling that she had heard it before, but I had to think that it had something to do with her attitude. She wasn't very friendly, though I do remember her being rather friendly the night before. When she had a few drinks in her, the blonde had been delightful.
Since she wasn't going to close the curtain and I wasn't going to get any more sleep because I had a feeling she was about to start bitching, I turned to the night stand and grabbed a cigarette out of the pack next to me.
I needed a rush of nicotine, as bad as I need some caffeine. I was going to make my way to the kitchen to make coffee soon. I knew now that the last thing I should do was ask her to make it for me. If she did, I had a feeling that there was going to have a little extra spit in it.
I started to get up and I was hard, but I wasn't even going to attempt it with the blonde. In the morning light she wasn't at all what I was looking for and instead of trying to pretend that this was going to go anywhere, I didn't say a word. I just let her huff and puff and get dressed, cussing me under her breath. She did say it loud enough for me to hear her, so I figured she wanted me to. It wouldn’t be the first time that I was called a dick and it wouldn‘t be the last.
Part of me wanted to remind her that she wasn't bitching about its last night when she was screaming out my name from so many orgasms. I had her begging for it. I would never get why women changed so drastically in the morning light, but they all seemed to.
Last night, I was looking like a conquest to her, but now that I didn't want her, it was time for her to go. I knew that it was because she was upset, her attitude, but it still wasn’t something that I wanted this early in the morning. The cigarette was helping with my sanity at the moment, though not as much as I would have liked.
It wasn't long before the woman was leaving, and she still didn't have anything nice to say. I got no thank you for giving her a ride with one of my drivers. I don't know what she expected, but she obviously did not get it from me. It wouldn't be the first time that I had let a woman down, but for some reason I was a little irked about it today. I thought last night had went well. And sometimes I didn't understand why women couldn't just accept that a great night, could just be a great night. Who said that it had to be anything more than that?
“I see that another one has left you and it doesn't look like she has a smile on her face. You really should work on that Colt. I have a feeling that you would do better in the day, if you weren't cursed out every morning by some random woman. There has to be a better way.”
Ralph thought it was funny, but he was lucky that he was the best butler that I'd ever had. He had been around, working for my parents when I was younger, and he was one of many things that I took from the house when I left. His witty humor was a little harder to deal with in the morning sans strong coffee.
He left and came back a moment later with a cup of coffee in his hand and I was ready to take on the day, as well as Ralph’s sharp tongue. I answered his smart-ass comment, now that I had a little caffeine in my system.
“They are pleased in the night, and that is all that I worry about. I can't help it if they want more and expect more the next morning. You would think that women would know by now. I thought that they all gossiped, so I would think that someone would have said something by now.”
The butler found me funny and just shook his head like I was hopeless. Maybe I was, but I didn't see anything changing. This was just the way life was now and I didn't have much of a problem with it. I didn't like the first ten or fifteen minutes in the morning that it took a woman to get out, but it wasn’t going to change me going to a bar and doing the exact same thing again tonight. If not for one-night stands, what in the hell was the use of living in Las Vegas?
Ralph said something about the phone ringing, but I didn't even hear it. I never answered it and when I did it was never good news, so I decided that I just wasn't going to anymore. He was really good at getting rid of most people and he only made me care when it mattered. I really don't know what I would do without Ralph, I would most likely be lost. He was the buffer that I needed between me and the rest of the world.
So, when he went off to get the phone, I didn't think anything of it. It was only when he came back, holding the phone, telling me that I need to take it, that I cared.
“Who is it?”
Ralph had been with me and my family for a long time, but I had never seen him look at me quite the same way before, as he was now. It was as if he had heard something or finally knew something that he didn't know about me. The man had known me since I was a baby, so it was hard to think of anything that he didn't know. Who can make him look that way?
“Well Sir, the woman says that she is your wife. I told her that you don't have a wife, but she insists that you talk to her. Her name is Candy.”
I was about as stunned as my butler was. I hadn't heard that name in a very long time, but I knew immediately who it was. Candy was a one-night stand that turned into something else and she was one of the only women that I was with, that I actually remembered her name the next morning. But instead of showing her off, she had been gone when I woke up.
Moving to take the phone, he pulled it back and covered the speaker.
“Explain.”
I chuckled at him and told him that I wasn't telling him shit.
“Just give me the phone and there won't be any trouble.”
The man had me by one hundred pounds and about six inches, even though I was over six foot tall myself. He just shook his head and held the phone up a little higher, but I refused to jump for it.
“I married her. It was a very long time ago and I haven't talked to her since. Now give me the damn phone Ralph!”
He lowered the phone and gave it to me, but it became clear that he wasn't going to leave the room. It didn't matter if I wanted privacy or not, he was there to hear it and there was nothing I could do about it. Ralph was more than a butler, or I would have fired him a long time ago.
I took the phone and said hello, not realizing how badly I wanted to hear her voice until then.
“Hi, is this Colt Marks?”
“Yeah baby, it's been a long time since I heard from you. I was wondering when I was going to hear from you again.”
“So, you remember me?”
I agreed that I did, and I have to say that I was a little peeved that she didn't remember me as well. It was not so fun when I was the one that was forgotten.
“So, what can I do for you wifey?”
“If you could kindly divorce me and sign these papers I need to send you, that would be great.”
It wasn't like I was surprised by what she wanted. I knew that a lot was different than when we said, ‘I do’ and we got married. Our minds were in a different place, but at the end of the day, I still thought about her and I had to wonder if she thought about me as well. I didn't want to get divorced. I wanted to see her again and figure out why in the hell I still thought about her. Why out of all the people I had dated, why her?