Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 10

Calvin

He stayed away from Rin after Wil’s engagement party. It seemed he couldn’t be trusted to not touch the woman. Knew he should not have that night, but she’d just voice she wasn’t his anymore, and he’d not liked hearing those words. This, being divorced from her, was way more difficult than he had thought it would be.

Twice in the last week, he’d found himself on the highway heading for her place, and had to turn himself around and go back to his apartment. He’d called Wil at one point to go out for a drink, needing the distraction from his own thoughts. Six weeks was going to be harder than he could possibly imagine.

She’d also been upset in that stairwell after Wil's party. She couldn’t even look at him. She’d often lain in their bed and watched him, and sometimes he pretended not to notice; Other times he'd just tell her to go to sleep. She liked looking at him when she thought he didn’t notice.

Wil had shaken his head. “I told you not to do it this way.”

“It has to be,” he muttered as he stared at his whiskey at the bar. “I need to go to the house, but I don’t think it’s wise to go alone. I’m likely to seduce her into our bed.” He sighed.

“So, if she’s willing,” Wil shrugged it off.

That was the problem. She likely would be, but then afterwards he would have to see that look on her face, that one he’d seen in the stairwell. The way she’d turned away from his touch, something she'd never done before, and told him to just go. He'd sprung that divorce on her, and then the day she’d signed it, he'd seduced her in a bloody stairwell for anyone to see.

“No, she was upset the other night afterwards.”

“Huh?” Wil sounded confused.

“I’m not proud of it, Wil. But at your engagement party,” he swirled that whiskey in the glass. “I had my wife in the emergency stairwell.” He sighed and downed the entire drink. “Twice.” He muttered. Looked at the bar tender and tapped his glass to indicate he wanted another.

It was an exclusive bar, and only the super wealthy came in here. It was his choice because it was always quiet and calm. The atmosphere was a little on the dark side, but it matched his mood. There was never any drunken rowdiness of an everyday bar. No loud annoying music, something gentle and classical playing in the background. And all he had to do was tap his glass to get a refill.

Wil sighed and shook his head. “I wondered where you got to?”

“Hm she opted to take the stairs. I used the elevator and then just sat in my car until she came out of the building." He looked at his new drink. “It took her over an hour to come outside, and she was carrying her heels. I think she walked the full 20 flights down.”

“That’s just crazy.” Wil frowned at him. “I could have Anabell call her, have lunch, though you’re aware she didn’t put your name on that gift, right?”

“Mm,” he nodded, “she likely wrote that card the day.”

“I told you she was ticked off. You didn’t listen to me,” Wil stated and motioned for another beer. It came in a fancy ass bottle, that in his current mood he couldn’t even appreciate.

“So, I need to go to the house, but I can't go on my own, so guess who’s coming with me?”

“Your lawyer.” Wil chuckled.

“Yes, and I want you to distract her.”

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