"Henry is truly in love with you, Ma’am," Michael said. "You’re the only one who makes such drastic change in him."
Kate leaned on the backseat as she tried to let everything seep in.
The truth was truly a bitter pill that was difficult to swallow.
What Michael said was true. She didn’t integrate Henry into her life. They were dating, but most of the ti, Kate would do her own thing without Henry, even though that shouldn’t happen, especially when it was an activity that greatly concerned Henry.
Kate stared at Michael, who was still trying to drive in this bad weather. She could sense that Michael was upset with the fight, probably because he was Henry’s closest friend.
"I think it’s because of my habit with Matt," Kate confessed. "When iI was with him, I simply did my own thing. My ex-husband is the type who’d ignore completely unless he needs sothing. So I feel like we’re just roommates instead of a husband and wife."
"He never cares whenever I get sick or exhausted because of work. He also never tries to call —not even once—whenever I have to take an overti at work," Kate sighed. "All he asked was if I make enough money by working overti."
"So I always do my own thing without thinking twice or waiting for soone’s opinion," Kate said.
She forgot one thing about being in a real relationship;
She had her man’s heart to keep. She had to make sure that her decision wouldn’t hurt Henry, and if it did, then they should’ve discussed a way to solve the problem.
"Well, Matt is a leech, a deadbeat, obviously," Michael comnted. "But Henry is not like that, Ma’am. He has the whole life planned for his small family. He’s just struggling to find a way to put it in motion."
"He wants to give you a great life. Honestly, I even found his idea of being a family man to be naive, but it also shows his sincerity towards you, Ma’am," Michael said.
...
...
Michael stopped the car in front of a bar with a big sign on top.
The Bahamas.
The heavy thunderstorm hadn’t subsided yet, so Michael looked over his shoulder and said, "Stay in here, Ma’am. I will go out and ask them about Henry."
"Okay, thank you, Michael."
Michael rushed into the bar, but it only took him ten minutes to return to the car.
"I’m sorry, Ma’am, but he’s not in here," Michael said. "He should be in Spyre 80. It’s an exclusive bar on top of a hotel in downtown LA."
"Then let’s go," Kate said worriedly. "I can’t rest until I see him in person."
Michael gulped as he knew what kind of bar Spyre 80 was.
It was an exclusive bar only for the richest, and there were so many gorgeous ladies ready to accompany you for a drink or two in the bar. So of those ladies were also open for a sexual favor if they got paid high enough.
Michael knew that Henry didn’t like fucking a high-class prostitute because he already had a lot of girlfriends queueing, and he stopped visiting Spyre 80 entirely after eting with Kate.
But Michael wasn’t sure now, since Henry fought with Kate just now, so he might actually release his frustration by fucking a woman there.
’Oh boy, this will turn into a bigger ss if Kate caught him cheating....’
"Ma’am, how about I drive you back to the apartnt and I’ll go to Spyre 80 alone? It’s too dangerous with this thunderstorm, and you’re pregnant as well."
"Michael, I’m pregnant, not dying," Kate said. "Now let’s go to the next Bar."
...
’I’m sorry, Henry. I just hope that you’re not cheating on Kate right now,’ Michael said as he nodded and drove the car downtown to Spyre 80.
**
It took at least two hours to get there because of the thunderstorm. When they got there, it was already ten at night.
Michael guided Kate as they went up to the hotel’s top floor, where the bar was located, but they were stopped by the bodyguard, who was about the sa size as Michael.
"mbers only, Sir, Ma’am," the guard said.
Michael was relieved that Spyre 80 still used the mbership-only restriction. This should be enough to deter Kate from entering because he was afraid that Henry might fucked a woman in this place.
Of course, Michael would scold Henry as his best friend for cheating on Kate and should be given a punishnt for his infidelity, but Kate shouldn’t know about this too early since she was pregnant.
Michael looked at Kate, who stood beside him, and said, "I’m sorry, Ma’am. But we can’t go in without a mbership. Let’s go back. I will drive you to your apartnt, Ma’am."
Kate ignored Michael completely. She kept staring at the bodyguard in front of her and said, "I lost my mbership card. But I can give you the mbership number, you can check it on your computer."
"Sure, Ma’am," the bodyguard walked to the computer behind the desk and fiddled on it for a mont before glancing at Kate, waiting for her to ntion the mbership number.
Kate paused montarily, trying to rember the number, "A8735JG. Under the na of Katherine Woods."
The guard’s eyes were on the computer screen until he got the confirmation he needed, "You may co in, Ma’am. Please tell us if you want to get a new mbership card."
"Thank you," Kate nodded. She glanced at Michael and said, "I have a feeling that Henry is in here. Let’s go, Michael."
Kate walked into Spyre 80—a bar supposed to be a promiscuous entertainnt area for the super-rich.
After the initial shock, Michael had a lot of questions in mind, so he asked while following Kate from behind, "I didn’t know that you have a mbership here, Ma’am. Did you co here often?"
"No," Kate replied curtly while looking around, trying to find the sight of her man. "Mr. Jas Grant signed up for many clubs and bars in Los Angeles under the sa na and mbership ID number. He visited this kind of bar because the Grant family business is not only in Emperor publishing."
"Since he signed up to almost every elite place he visited, so I guessed this place is one of them," Kate glanced at Michael with a malicious smirk. "Why are you nervous, Michael? Are you afraid that I might catch your best friend doing sothing dirty?"
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