Greg pulled into his driveway and really did not want to get out of the truck. Amy had hardly stopped talking from the time she got into the truck back at Kalya's underground car park and he dreaded what the evening was going to turn into.
Amy had made it clear that she was looking forward to a night alone with Greg and she didn't seem to notice his reluctance to talk about anything... anything at all... and he had been like that since the phone call from Helen.
Greg had felt a wave of despair wash over him when Helen had ended the call... despair at what life would be like the future.
He knew that he had told Helen that he was comfortable with the arrangements that Helen had proposed and maybe he was comfortable with her being a pornstar or an escort but, when it came to her spending nights with another man that she said she loved... well that was different.
He had set about burying his feelings about that... and he thought that he had succeed. He had even been able to meet the guy, shake his hand, agree to do business with him... but the moment she had mentioned spending the night with Alex without giving him any real warning... those feelings had all come flooding back.
And on top of that, she had got angry with him. He couldn't remember the last time she had been angry with him and yet this time... when he was really trying to avoid any sort of confrontation... she had taken the tone of his voice and turned it into something major.
He had been disappointed that she wasn't coming home that night but that would have amounted to nothing... but then she got angry with him. He knew that she must be under some pressure at Kalya to hit the ground running and to start producing results and maybe the anger was as a result of that but...
Greg had made excuses about feeling ill and had gone to bed early in the hope that Amy would sleep in her own bed that night and that worked although Greg didn't get much sleep. He may not have tossed and turned but his mind was certainly busy running over the same things again and again and never reaching any sort of solution.
In the end he managed to convince himself that he had two alternatives and he didn't like either of them. He either talked to Helen and they reached some comprise that allowed them both something of what they wanted or their years together would slowly crumble and that alternative filled him with dread.
Helen had been part of his life for so long that he couldn't imagine life without her. They had worked together to build a family and a business and had succeeded but how could he achieve anything by himself if it all crumbled?
He knew that he could never have achieved the success that they had achieved if it had been up to him. Helen hadn't driven him so much as giving him a reason to drive himself.
The drive into the Kalya office had been difficult. Once again Amy wanted to talk the whole way while all Greg wanted to do was to travel in silence and he was glad when they separated and she headed for the office she shared with Shanti and Greg headed for his small area on the other side of the building.
"You look like shit." Greg knew that he could always rely on Carrie for an honest opinion.
"You don't look much better yourself. I didn't realise that stripping was so hard."
She laughed, "The public show was a breeze... it was the private show with two other girls and 15 guys that wore me out." He mentally shrugged, there was obviously nothing there for him either.
At 9am Shanti called and told him that Helen wanted him in her office immediately. She sounded very apologetic and he instantly knew that the she had been given the task of summoning Helen's husband... and that was not a good sign.
