Paul knew what everyone thought about his new wife. They all thought that Trisha had married him for his money. What they couldn't understand or figure out is why he had married her? Paul's private life was exactly that...private. Duke was the only person who really knew everything there was to know about him. Duke had been best friends with Paul since high school and through their college years, he was Paul's right hand man in his business.
Paul was forty nine when he married Trisha. He had those rugged good looks that most women fell for. He had played football in high school and college and still had the build of someone who was active in sports or spent a lot of time in the gym. He stayed fit because of his busy and hectic life, not because of hours spent in a gym.
Paul spent his time acquiring companies that were on the verge of bankruptcy. He and his staff would research the company fully before he would snatch the failing company out from under the current owners. He only bought out companies that he knew could make a come back with some skillful planning and hard work.
He very seldom fired any of the previous management, opting to retrain them in how he wanted the company to be ran now that he owned it. He would refit the company with the latest technology and equipment as his staff trained the old management members in how to run the company efficiently and profitably. Once he was satisfied that the company was heading in the right direction and making money he would turn the running of it over to Duke and his top management team. Duke would stay with the new company for at least another year before turning the running of it over to the top executives on his team.
Sometimes, as with this latest company he had acquired ten months ago he would buy it, get it back on it's feet making a profit then sell it for a huge profit rather than keep it. Both he and Duke were anxious to finalize this sell then move on to other things.
Paul stood silently in the shadows watching his wife as she talked with the wife of one his executive managers whom he had just promoted to being president of one his advertising firms. He loved watching Trisha when she didn't know he was around. She was the perfect woman for him and it had only taken him two ex wives to find her. He spied Duke talking to one of his engineers, then he saw him glance towards Trisha and knew exactly what he was thinking.
He had divorced his first wife after thirteen years of marriage. The only good things to come from that marriage were his son and daughter, both now in college. Carla had enjoyed living the lifestyle his money afforded them but as a wife she was a cold hearted bitch.
His second wife Shelly was a beautiful model he had met when she was hired by one of his modeling agencies. She had the most beautiful head of raven black hair he had ever seen on a woman and with her deep emerald eyes she was striking to look at. Just before their divorce he had been asking himself what had ever possessed him to marry her in the first place. Granted she was a beautiful woman, but women like that had never really appealed to him.
When they had first began dating he was sure she was going to be the woman he had been looking for all his life. It was her age that made him believe that. What he wanted and needed in a woman, he was sure, could be, and would be, at the right time found within Shelly.
The first year of their marriage had been hectic for the both of them. He had just acquired a failing plastics company and she was busy with her contract with Victoria's Secret Magazine. She was traveling all over the world on long shoots with the magazine the first year of their marriage. Her beautiful face and body could be seen on billboards around the world.
As soon as they were able to spend more time together Paul realized he had made a horrible mistake in marrying Shelly. Before he had married her she had been more open and free about their lovemaking. She never said no to him when he made a sexual advance but she wouldn't allow him to touch her other than to enter her and get his rocks off.
There was no foreplay between them. She was afraid he might leave a mark on her flawless skin in some way that would affect her modeling. If she had an assignment during the week he was never allowed to touch her until after the shoot. He filed for divorce in their third year of marriage.
He had asked her just out of curiosity why she had married him in the first place if she didn't want a sexual relationship with him. Her reply hadn't really surprised him when she told him that she felt it was a good career move. A model only had a good five years on the runway if she were lucky, after that she had better have the skills for some other kind of work or marry someone with money.
After their divorce Paul was very careful about the relationships he entered into. He was a very sexual man, he needed a very sexual woman in his life. One who could match his hungers as well as her own.
Two years ago he had purchased a small wire cable company in Michigan that was about to shut down. He and his team had worked hard to bring that company back to being productive and profitable. They expanded the plant, updated all the machinery and his team of engineers designed an efficient and well run manufacturing plant.
Trisha was one of the employees who worked there. He was working with Duke on a new line next to the one she was working on when he had first noticed her. Actually he only noticed her when he couldn't keep his mind on what he and Duke were doing listening to the conversation going on between her and the other workers on her line.
They were having fun discussing another coworkers T-Shirt. The shirt was one of those macho types guys were always so fond of wearing. It was a Harley Davidson T-Shirt with big bold letters on the front of the shirt that read " I work hard, ride hard, play hard and I stay.......", the last word had been omitted but the meaning was clear as to what that final saying was.
It was Trisha who made the comment to the other women on the line that the last statement was false. " Well girls we all know that's a lie, there isn't a man walking who can stay hard or keep it hard for as long as we girls would like them to." The women on the line broke up into hysterical laughter giving her a thumbs up.
"Your right about that Trisha, they all think they are fantastic lovers, but in the back of our minds were are screaming is that all you got! Your done? I want more asshole, I'm not finished yet!" Which brought on another fit of hysterical laughter from the women on the line.
Paul had to see who the woman was that had made the comment that had the entire line laughing hysterically. Which one was she? There were six women on the line and he didn't have a clue as to which one was Trisha.
No one on the production floor knew who he was, that was the way he wanted it. He didn't want his employees to feel uncomfortable around him and to feel that they had to be on their best behavior when he was around. He had learned early on in his career that happy and content employees made the best employees. He always gave them a nice a raise when he got the company making a profit and their gratitude showed in their production. They always worked hard, carefully and he had never had an employee absenteeism problem that was as high as most factories.
There were two middle aged women on the line and Paul determined that it was one of the two who had made the comment. It sounded like it was made from someone who was older, wiser and had personal experience in that department. He decided he would invite himself into the conversation to see if he could figure out which one of the women it was.
" Oh come on ladies, not all men fit into that category. Some of us are a little more adept in that department."
Trisha had seen him walking around the plant since the new owner had taken over the plant. He was a very striking looking man, loaded with sex appeal. She would bet a weeks pay that any woman he came in contact with fell for him. He was tall, with the build of a football player. His complexion was tanned showing he spent a lot of time outdoors. He had a head full of black hair that was spattered with bits of gray throughout and the bluest eyes she had ever seen on a man.
"Just ask most single or divorced women if they agree with you? If they are still single odds are they haven't met mister right yet. If they are divorced it usually means the ex left them for someone younger, trying to regain his lost youth and make him feel like he is still a stud in the bedroom.. Or maybe the woman got tired of never feeling sated with their lovemaking and she left him. Then you always have the ones who most men feel have no sex appeal because of their size. The hubby leaving them looking for smaller, greener pastures."
So this was Trisha he thought to himself. She wasn't a raving beauty but she was nice looking and she had a wonderful smile that lit up her eyes. He guessed her to be in her middle or late forties. Her hair was the color of chestnuts and probably came from a bottle, but the color suited her wonderfully. He would bet that she classified herself to be in the class of the wandering ex husbands looking for smaller, greener pastures as she had put it.
Paul's first wife had been overweight as well when he married her. Her weight was never an issue with him. He was never comfortable with small women, he always felt like he was going to break them in some way because of his size and that had surprised him when he had married Shelly. Besides he liked women who had some meat on their bones and didn't look like a good gust of wind could carry them away.
"Ok, I'll agree with you to some extent, but what about all the couples who are married and stay married? Are you saying that it is because all of the husbands are supermen in the bedroom," he asked her?
