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once more to take his leave but stops abruptly.
    ‘ Oh, and Kate?’
    ‘ Yes?’ My voice squeaks weakly in response.
    He reaches in his pocket and comes out with his car keys which he throws in my direction as he winks at me.
    ‘Don’t wait up.’

Book Two
No More Tiers
Katherine

One
     
    I’m going to knock each and every one of those smug bastards off their high and mighty pedestal if it is the last thing I do. I think it’s natural for me to be feeling a little sorry for myself today, but that by no means has left me without a brain that is capable of plotting payback.
     
    Okay, I will admit to the fact that I am outrageously jealous that Harold has taken another woman home with him, but that is purely because some other bitch is pissing on my turf. I am the woman scorned and this is about keeping score. Six months of fucking any willing male that happened to look my way at his work functions means I’m no better than he. But the fact he’s had me hoodwinked is a little like a cold bucket of ice chucked down my drawers when I’m not looking.              
     
    The late nights on his part should have told me something, but what I have come to realize lately is that I am a little self-absorbed. No wonder our marriage isn’t working. I am so busy relying on others to make me happy that it has completely escaped my attention that I’m not meeting the needs of my husband.
     
    Not that he seems to give two shits about it. He is obviously happy with his little arrangement. I would perhaps have started to feel completely responsible for the whole thing, had he not started with the snarky comments this morning. He’s finally emerged from the guest bedroom and sits down at the kitchen table with a glass of orange juice and toast. Not a word about last night, just a smirk on his perfectly chiseled face. I feel like smacking it. Hard. But even though things are not right between us, I do know Harold, and violence will not achieve anything. I start with the whole, ‘How dare you’ business, but that isn’t going to get us anywhere either.
     
    He tells me to ‘suck it up, darling’. That just gets my ass hairs up. When he reveals that he only married me so he has someone to pimp out around the office I completely lose it. In the beginning I thought he’d love me just as much as I him. Apparently not. I was intended as a booty call for his top tier colleagues and nothing more. No wonder the pre-nuptials. The prick had been playing the game long before we even met! Well I was damn well going to make the most of it.
     
    Something tells me I’m not going to be able to do it on my own though. If I’m going to succeed with the plans that are formulating in my mind, I’m going to need a little help.
    By the time I finish my breakfast, Harold is in his suit and tie and heading for the door. He leaves behind a trail of his scent that is hard to ignore. Funny, but it kind of makes me want him.
     
    He hasn’t changed his aftershave in the time we have been married and it reminds me of our first date. I felt so much younger and carefree then. We had taken a picnic out to the country and settled on the bank of the river. I was seduced. He was a good lover. Back then I would have said capable and experienced. Now I would say downright arrogant. But that attitude is not without its draw card. For some reason I have always secretly liked the bad boy and, now that I have realized he does not just belong to me exclusively, I want to possess him. Not for love, but rather so I can say that I am able in some way still manipulate him to get what I want.
     
    He left knowing that I am still royally ticked off with him, but I have to wonder, where to from here?
     
    I file that thought away for the minute and take myself upstairs to the shower. Our bathroom is lavish and stately – just the way Harold wanted it. Two of everything of course. His and her sinks, towel racks and showers. I could get lost in this bathroom