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"Are you sure?" Davis asked. "If you do this, and Susanne is not cheating on you, you will ruin your marriage. Possibly your chance for children, as well."
Greg nodded and sipped his gin and tonic. He was sure. Why else would he be here, huddled in the back of some low rate chain restaurant, he thought, and across from this man most of all.
Davis McCarl, perhaps the sleaziest divorce lawyer in town so he's been told. Just his name grossed Greg out but he needed him. Young and disreputable, Davis was considered the best. Not in the 'best of the best' way, rather in the 'does what needs to be done' kind of way.
"I would hope it could go without saying but I need to be sure I will have your full confidence in this." After Davis uttered an agreement Greg continued, "I was very generous to Suzy in our prenuptials, this is the only way out for me."
"You have my assurance, Mr. Watkins. I would normally have the paperwork drawn up at this point to protect us both, but we cannot leave a paper trail if the plan is to work. Everything will need to be done unofficially until the right time," Davis replied.
"Of course," Greg said. "She must not have any means to prove anything."
Davis leaned over the table, "There is a young man I know. Good looking, doesn't ask many questions. And I trust him. He will come to you looking to work for your estate. You put him to work; he and I will handle the rest."
"Very well. But I must have proof, Davis. Suzy will take everything, even though she has given me nothing. She knew what was expected of her, that I need children. Two years with excuse after excuse - the bitch hasn't even put out in the last year! I need an heir, Davis, and I need her gone so I can get one."
Greg got up, threw money down for the drinks and slipped an envelope to Davis. After he peeked at the pile of cash inside, Davis shook Greg's hand and flashed a sly smile. "I guarantee you, Mr. Watkins, I will get Susanne out of the way."
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Dinner had always been a formal affair, unless Greg Watkins was out of town. Unfortunately for Susanne he had just returned home after a two week business trip and had a larger than usual number of dinner guests.
She selected a long red dress with a slit running high up the back. Matching red heels and a diamond necklace Greg had gifted her on their first date completed her ensemble. She looked stunning, but then that was her role: arm candy for the old oil tycoon.
After an evening of playing a perfect hostess, Susanne said goodbye to the last business associate of Greg's and headed outside toward the pool. Swimming was her respite, especially after dark and in the nude.
Greg watched his wife from an upstairs bathroom window. She slipped off her shoes and carried them to a chair, where she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. He was not shocked to see she had worn no undergarments.
Even though he had grown to hate her, he still admired her body. He grew hard as he watched her tie her long hair on top of her head. He stroked himself as she walked over and dove into the water. She was as graceful as she was beautiful, he thought, as she swam lap after lap under the faint lights with the water rippling over her body.
Greg longed for those nights he used to fuck her out there. In the water, on the tiled deck, across the chaise chairs; wherever she wanted it. He had been hesitant at first, and forbade her from swimming unclothed. "What if the staff photograph you, sell it to the press?"
"Then the world will see what a beautiful wife Mr. Watkins has," Suzy answered with a laugh. So Greg allowed it. Then she began to encourage him, resorted to bribery even. "What good is all your money if you can't be free under the moonlight," she told him one night before lowering his swim trunks and taking him in her mouth. After that he was hooked.
Susanne was still swimming, and Greg rubbing himself, when Carl carried a towel to the chair where her things were at. He lingered, pretending to be busy but glancing in her direction. She continued on unfazed, just as Greg knew she had been doing in the weeks prior. He kept a watchful eye on the security cameras from his laptop while he was out of town. Carl seemed to be trying, but Suzy wasn't interested.
Greg knew he would have to talk to Davis but he didn't want to bother thinking about that then. He wanted to release himself. It had been too long and he was getting desperate. He thought about meeting up with another woman during his trip, though he couldn't risk it. It would give Susanne grounds for divorce and to half or more of his estate.
So he resigned to taking care of himself best he could, even if it meant hiding in a dark bathroom spying on his own wife. But that night he wouldn't have the chance; Carl returned to the pool house and Susanne exited the pool. She wrapped herself in the towel and retreated to her room for the evening. He muttered some curse words and went to bed.
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The next morning at breakfast Susanne had questioned Greg about the new guy. "Carl, his name is I think," Greg answered.
"He seems a bit strange," she said, "and works odd hours."
"Yes, dear," was his response before he returned to the newspaper he had been pretending to read. In actuality he was trying to formulate a plan to get in touch with Davis. Calling from his cell or work phone would be too easy to trace, he thought, and he couldn't remember the last time he saw a pay phone anywhere.
Greg first heard about Davis through Suzy's mother. She told him the details of her divorce, how Davis destroyed her ex-husband in court and how he did similar work for other people she knew. Greg, paranoid as he was, sent him a letter in the mail hoping he could help with Suzy. Davis called him from a burner phone after receiving it and set up the first meeting. But it wouldn't do to send a letter again, Greg thought.
Then he remembered Carl. Just as Davis said, Carl showed up the day after their meeting, down on his luck and looking for work. Greg brought him on the maintenance team knowing he would work the pool in the evening hours. Just when Suzy loved to take her topless or fully nude swims. But over three months had passed since then and Greg grew more impatient by the day.