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Amanda watched her husband's Land Rover wend its way down the steep driveway. She continued to watch his SUV meandered through serpentine streets of the country club below as he headed toward his offices in town. The second floor balcony that surrounded their large A-Frame chalet provided her with a panoramic view of the valley below and the mountains beyond.
Cole passed one expensive house after another. These homes were the weekend getaways for LA and Orange County's elite who enjoyed the mountain solitude and the rugged alpine terrain. Many were skiers, while some just wanted to enjoy the clean mountain air.
The one thing they had in common was their love of golf. All of the homes that Cole passed, as he meandered through the streets, backed up to the eighteen hole private golf course that surrounded them. These were all expensive custom built homes for the crème de la crème of LA and Orange County society.
Amanda knew this for a fact because her husband had told her so. He had developed the golf course and personally signed off on each of the people who were allowed to build their homes at the club. His company had also built most of the homes.
As she continued to follow her husband's car, it was at the entrance gate and the security man stepped out from the guard house to wave to her husband. He was also their boss. She watched him stop and talk to the guard.
That was her husband's style. He treated his employees with respect. But in return, he expected unflagging loyalty, and they all knew it. They also knew not to cross him. He was not the forgiving type.
Looking away from her husband's car as it disappeared into the pine trees, Amanda took in the panoramic view. Amanda never tired of the view from their second floor balcony. Their large home sat atop the only hill within the sprawling golf course development. The balcony completely encircled the large chalet and from it you had sweeping views of the entire valley below and the rugged glacial peaks that surrounded the valley.
A late spring storm had left the jagged peaks with a fresh dusting of snow the day before. It had snowed in the valley too, but it quickly burned off by late that afternoon. The view was breathtaking, Amanda thought to herself for what must have been the millionth time. It looked like a postcard from Switzerland.
As hard as Amanda tried to focus on her beautiful surroundings, the troubling conversation she had just had with her husband right before he left kept intruding back into her thoughts. His surprise announcement had left her speechless. And now as she stood there alone on the balcony in her flimsy lingerie, she tried to come to grips with what her husband expected of her that evening.
The cold morning breeze chilled her to the bone as goosebumps rose on her nearly naked flesh. Her body began to tremble. She decided to retreat indoors. But when she did, the trembling continued. The warm air from the blazing fireplace did nothing to reduce her anxiety about the evening ahead.
It wasn't as though she could negotiate the matter with him. The word compromise didn't exist in Cole's vocabulary. Once he gave her marching orders, he expected her to comply, just as he had with his soldiers back in his Army days. It had always been that way, dating back to even before they were married. He had always held all the cards in their relationship.
He could be sweet and loving and considerate, but he could also be overbearing and demanding. She had learned that even before they started dating when she worked briefly as his personal assistant at his land development company. That was before they began dating and she became his live in girlfriend.
By far, he was the biggest developer on the east side of the Sierra with several developments in Minaret, including a large ski resort and condo complexes for skiers scattered around the area, with more up in Tahoe.
So long as she did exactly as Cole told her, their marriage was idyllic. If she strayed from his wishes, life became difficult. Cole subscribed to the Army maxim, "I can't make you do it, but I can make you wish you had!"
Amanda had given the matter a lot of thought over the last few years, and from what she had read, her husband was definitely what psychologists called a high functioning sociopath. He was smart and manipulative and capable of psychological cruelty, even if he never resorted to physical violence.
She had worked for him and been his live-in girlfriend long enough to know what she was getting into when she married him. By that time, he was already controlling almost every aspect of her life.
And if his domineering Type-A personality wasn't enough to keep her in line, their ironclad prenup provided the final incentive. If they divorced, she would be left with little more what she had before they married, which was nearly nothing. Cole had learned his lesson with his first wife.
Amanda had walked back inside from the balcony when the breeze kicked as the bracing winds swept down from the snowcapped peaks. She had moved to the settee in front of the floor to ceiling windows that filled the west side of the great room. The massive windowpanes afforded her the best view of the jagged Sierra peaks. She had stopped off at the bar along the way to pour herself a couple of fingers of vodka from the small freezer.
The more she thought about the night ahead, the more she needed to steady herself down. Cole's announcement didn't come as a complete surprise. She knew things had been building toward this day for a long time.
But still, what her husband expected her to do tonight filled her with trepidation. She vainly tried to rationalize her husband's demands away as she thought about what her life before she met Cole had been like and how much better it was now.
After all, her life had been a nightmare before she caught Cole's eye. Her former husband had been an abusive drunk. He hadn't always been that way. He had been the star quarterback at the local high school, and she had been the head cheerleader. They were the perfect couple. Their future had looked so bright.
But his quarterbacking skills had not been good enough to get him a college scholarship, so he went to work in construction, one of the only good paying jobs in the area. At first they were doing well after their marriage, but then the bottom fell out of construction market at the time. Only the big developers like Cole were able to weather the downturn.
When her first husband found himself out of work, Amanda quickly discovered that he was a mean drunk. At first the abuse was verbal, but it quickly escalated to beatings and Amanda fled to her parent's home. It was then that she got her own job and started working at Cole's development company as a receptionist.
During her first year as a receptionist she successfully divorced her husband and then spent the next six months getting restraining orders to keep Joey away.
