2~Life Doesn't Get any Better than This!

"Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings."

~Carl Sandburg

Warning: This chapter will have a couple swear words, sexual suggestion, and drug use.

Chapter 2

Duncan stood in the darkness of the penthouse bedroom, feeling the chill on his bare skin, and relished in the pleasures of his life. He tipped the crystal glass filled with expensive Japanese whisky and glanced at the city skyline. A smirk formed on his lips before taking a drag of his cigarette, thinking of how he told that do-gooder missionary off that evening. Duncan could never understand why people believe in such fairytales? There was only one truth, you only live once, and then you die. For that, he was going to make sure he was living the hell out of this life! He thought back to the plump, red-faced missionary, Robert, tromping through mud, brush, bugs when the man could hardly walk around the damn table without stumbling! "What an idiot," he chuckled, " And what a waste of a life! Why would anyone in their right mind go shack to shack talking about something that is a make-believe person? Stupid fool should let the poor get sick and die and live it up with his dad's money. That sure in hell is what I would have done if I was in his place." Duncan murmured, "There will always be the poor, the sick, and the destitute people of the world; what good is it to give up your life to help them? What a waste!"

Then Duncan thought back to the missionary and how he beamed happiness and pride when his homely wife spoke and the look of love on the man's face. "That kind of guy makes me sick. Any man that looks at his wife like that needs a good beating!"

As Duncan stood in the window, his bare ass for all to see, a shiver went down his spine. It wasn't the first time that night that it had happened. Duncan swung around, glancing through the dim light to see if anyone was there beside him. The feeling of being watched was overwhelming. "Hello, is anyone there?" He asked in hushed tones, but the silence was all that came back. "If you don't leave this room right now, I will come over and kick your ass, and I'm the kind of man that could take your life and get away with it!" He hissed, but the shiver returned, and he could have sworn he heard a low chuckle. Duncan snuffed out his smoke and ran to the other rooms looking for the person laughing, but no one was there.

When he walked back into the bedroom, he was shaking as he reached down for his glass of whiskey, swallowed the rest in one gulp, and then poured himself another full glass. "Damn Bible thumper has me thinking I'm going nuts or something." He growled, taking another big swig.

Why was that missionary idiot and his homely wife affecting him so badly? What was it about this guy and his wife that bugged him so much that he couldn't stop thinking about them? It wasn't as if it was the first time someone had wanted to 'Bring him to God and repent of his sins,' so what was the big deal now?

Duncan was going to snatch that CEO position right from under that drunk bastard, Bob Cromwell. The only reason Duncan was friendly to Bob's brat was because he had to play nice until he ran the company.

Tonight's comebacks to the missionary do-gooder were epic, and the blows struck in all the right places; yet something felt, off. These thoughts wouldn't have ever bubbled back up any other night, but now he can't shake them. Then there was the feeling of being watched, and not in a good way either. "Damn it, man, pull yourself together. Go smoke a joint and relax.

Tomorrow you start the process of taking down a giant company, the biggest of your career. Bob's job is as good as yours. But you need to sleep and be on your best game!"

Jewels loved her pot, and Duncan bought her the best. He walked over to the side table, pulled out a joint, and lit it. After a minute, his shoulders dropped, and he took his first breath since the ride home from the dinner that night.

Just as he was settling down, his phone vibrated on the nightstand. When he saw who was calling, he grumbled under his breath before getting up and making his way from the room to answer it.

Jewels was a wild woman in every way imaginable. However, Jewels was still a woman and a jealous woman at that. Only one person in the world could make Jewels act like a crazed lunatic, and that was Duncan's wife. "Lydia, I told you that if I didn't come home, I would be staying in the city."

"Yes, I, well, I know. But I thought you would at least call me to say good night."

"What are you, two?" He growled. "It's after one in the morning, and I've had a hectic day,"

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I was working." He lied with ease.

"I, just, well, I haven't heard from you in days, and tomorrow I'm going to be ovulating,"

Duncan rolled his eyes. The whole baby thing was getting too obnoxious. Lydia was a clingy woman, to begin with; who knows how she'd be if she had his child. "I'll see what I can do."

"Do you promise? Daddy was going to come by tomorrow night to say hi. He wanted to talk to you."

"About what, Lydia?"

"I don't know, he didn't say,"

There was a tone in her voice; Duncan could only imagine what that bastard had to say or what she had told him. "Fine, I'll be home tomorrow night for dinner."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then." She whispered the words he hated. "I Love you, Duncan,"

"Yeah," was all he said before he hung up. Then, with a deep inhale of the joint in his fingers, he held it for a minute before blowing it out and shook his head. "Why did I ever think getting married was a good idea?" He sighed, but a grin played at the corner of his lip. "It was because Lydia's family has a shit load of money. Too bad I signed that prenup, or I could have gotten my hands on her daddy's fortune, but at this point, it doesn't matter. I got what I needed out of her. I think it's time to let her go." He pulled up the calendar on his phone. That's when he saw he had already made plans for tomorrow night. "Damn it, Lydia's father coming over is putting a kink in my style. I'll have to have Syble tell Angelica that dinner will have to be later than usual." He growled, walking back into the bedroom. He put out the joint and climbed back into bed.

Jewels moaned when he got in, turned over, draped her arm over his chest, and sighed. Lydia thought he would settle down and start a family, but why would he ever want to give up the life he was living for her to have a brat? That was never going to happen. And the one night he had with Angelica, the woman who wanted nothing from him but a good time, he had to go home and talk to his father-in-law and have sex with his wife. "The sacrifices a man has to make for the likes of a woman."

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