Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... was going to give you $3 million?"

"I guess," Karina said. "I didn't really think it all the way through. I just trusted what mom was telling me."

We sat there on the bed for a while, not saying anything. Incredibly, I wasn't angry. I was overcome with the deepest sense of relief.

"Can I ask you something sweetie?"

"Sure. What?"

"Can I have a hug? It's been a really crazy six weeks."

She smiled. "Of course. You're still my dad. I still love you."

We hugged.

Some of the pain subsided.

***

I knocked on Natalia's door, the door of the house I paid for, the door of the house where I lived for 13 years. I knew she was home. I followed her in my Escalade from the Four Aces when she got off work. If she didn't answer, I'd wait it out. I had all the time in the world to kill.

To my surprise she opened the door and let me in. She kept a poker face, like the whole kidnapping episode never happened. She had balls of steel, I had to give her credit.

"You shouldn't be here," she said. "I can have you arrested. I have a restraining order."

"I need to talk to you. In private."

She was standing in the doorway. "Talk to me here. You're not coming inside."

"Natalia," I said. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Fine. I'll move you then."

I heaved her over my shoulder, carrying her inside and pushing shut the door behind me. She started kicking and screaming, punching me in the back.

"Get off me you crazy fuck! Help! My ex-husband in going to kill ...

... me!"

"Shut up," I said, putting her down in the living room.

She grabbed a scented candle off the coffee table and threw it at me. It sailed over my head and smashed against the dining room wall.

"Get out! I'm calling 911!"

"You never gave me the number to the account," I said to her.

"Help! Somebody! He's going to kill me!"

"Stop the theatrics for a fucking second, and listen to me. What account should I put the money in?"

I had her attention. She looked at me, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"The ransom money you demanded. You never gave me an account number. You said you wanted $3 million dollars wired to an account, but never gave me the information."

She just stood there, trying to figure out what my angle was. She heard the words, but couldn't grasp their meaning.

"Ransom money?" she said, playing dumb.

I stepped closer to her. She backed up, bumping into the living room wall. I could smell the coffee on her breath.

"Natalia, please. Save it. I'm here to make amends. I can't give you $3 million, that's out of the question. How does a million dollars sound? That's about half of what I saved when we were still married. You should have gotten that in the divorce, but obviously, I had it hidden. I admit, that was a dick move. You earned that money, putting up with my shit all those years. You were my wife, after all."

"What's the catch?" she asked. "You're just going to give me a million dollars? I don't believe it."

"You don't have ...