Chapter 13

Patrice prepared to go away with Nickolas. As she got dressed, he walked into the room with a bouquet of red and purple roses. “Those are beautiful,” she said as he walked over to him.

“Beautiful roses for my beautiful darling. You know what the colors represent?”

“The red ones mean love.”

“Yes. And these purple ones represent passion, which I have a great deal for you Patrice.”

She leaned in and kissed his mouth, “This is very sweet. I love it.”

“I’ll meet you outside in a few minutes. A driver will take us to the runway.”

“The runway?”

“Yes. I have an airplane.” He kissed her forehead and left. Patrice admired the roses. Love and passion, are two important concepts that help drive a relationship. Lately, she had a love for her husband, but their relationship lacked passion. She had a passion for Nickolas and she certainly had grown fond of his gentle demeanor, but could she fall in love with him?

She placed the flowers near the window and smiled. She wore a pretty halter-tie black dress that reached her mid-thigh. She never wore dresses that short, but Nickolas convinced her that she was beautiful and shouldn’t be afraid to wear clothes that showed off her amazing body.

She grabbed her purse and left the room. She saw Kimmie in the hallway. Kimmie hugged her, “Have fun.”

“Thank you, Kimmie.”

“Nickolas must like you. I can see why.”

Curiously she asked, “Why is that?”

“Because you’re very sweet. You have this innocence about you, yet you’re incredibly sexual.”

Patrice smiled. She never thought about herself that way. She said goodbye to Kimmie and later Julie in the living room. As she went to speak to Inessa, she opened the door, walked out, and slammed it shut.

Patrice jumped. She looked at Julie. “Inessa always throws tantrums when she doesn’t get her way. Nickolas has never taken her anywhere.”

“What about you and Kimmie?”

“Not really. We see him here. You better get going and have fun.”

Patrice nodded and left.

When she walked outside, she witnessed Inessa pointing her finger at Nickolas, “Why are you treating that bitch like she’s special?!”

“poniz’ svoy grebanyy golos.” He uttered through his teeth, which meant, lower your fucking voice. Immediately she shut up and stood before him like a scolded child. “As I’ve said before, you are free to leave this whenever you want if you’re not happy with how I do things.”

She nodded.

“Let’s go zoloste.”

Inessa’s jaw nearly hit the floor. How dare he call that woman his darling in front of her. She contained herself, but as she watched him open the door for Patrice, her neck was hot and fumes radiated from her. “eta suka,” she mumbled to herself, which meant, that bitch.