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Chapter 6

Womack did not expect that he will see Reina ever again but something in her eyes made it hard for him to forget their intercourse. Maybe it was not all an accident that he cheated with her on his wife and that led to their divorce. When she contacted him, he was shocked. Although, he agreed to schedule a dinner together. He was thinking that she was going to use him to have an expensive dish and honestly, he was also thinking she would pay him back and spend the night with him. Womack was even more puzzled when he saw Reina wearing very elegant dress and acting with class and courtesy. She was not like that waiter he met that night. They ordered pasta with vegetables and red wine. Reina told him about the studies she was forced to pay for and that was the reason behind her work in this obscure pub. “But that dress and style?” he asked her suspiciously. She smiled to him politely. “The dress is just thrift store piece. Style... well, I used to believe that this is something more than being wealthy. That you rather born with class or don’t have it at all. But you know, some places requires you to behave the certain way” explained Reina. “I’m sorry that I called you, it’s quite naive but I couldn’t stop thinking. I shouldn’t be so prude but... Womack took her hand. “I understand. For what it’s worth, I have to admit I feel similar. You know, I was married...” “Really? Oh, my god... I’m so sorry, I had no idea” she took her hand back. “I know you didn’t know. I don’t have any excuses but the truth was that I was so far away from my wife at that point and you had something. It was not the body. You had so sad eyes. I couldn't forget them even afterwards” Womack was very anxious because he wanted to be understood. He was not completely lying. Of course, he cheated on his wife, they were good together but the routine made him get used to Ellen. He was thinking he loved her but it was just a habit. Reina’s eyes were fascinating for him and it was really the first thing he saw when he ordered vodka that night. Later on, obviously he felt tempted by her body and the fact that she was listening when he was complaining about the boring evening on a job trip. “You are divorced?” she asked shyly. “You know, I told her the truth” Womack was playing with his signed on the right hand and switching his sight on and on to Reina” “I couldn't lie and act like nothing happened. I’m not that kind of man. I was sure it was just a one-night-stand but I couldn't. I told Ellen but...” He sighed because for a second he was not sure if he wanted to tell Reina the whole truth. “She didn't say a word for a few minutes. I was expecting an argue, shout, fight, cheek, anything. Some expression. You know what she told me?” he looked at Reina with a serious face. “My ex-wife told me she is gay and she couldn't live with my anymore anyway so it’s good for both of us”. Womack rubbed his forehead and smiled ironically. “I still don't know what to think about it. At first I was sure that she lied because she was frustrated but no. I started to reflect on that information and after a while it all made complete sense” he took a sip of wine. “Wow. Sounds really peculiar.” said Reina. “Indeed. Well, we have had some strange situations I totally buried in my mind til that disclosure. Few times I caught her looking intensively at some women when we were out. I even asked once if she knows that person and she said that obviously no. It was you know, not the look you share with a stranger of same sex. The other day we were on holiday and I was shaving in our room but she has already gone downstairs to the bar on the beach. I promised to join her. When I got back she was sitting there and talking to a short-haired woman, very masculine one, you know. She was looking at her similarly like my ex-wife at these women but she was leaning and staring at her swimsuit. I was puzzled. I bet she came with a drink to my wife but then, Ellen said that she is with husband and laughed making me go with her. This woman looked surprised. I think that Ellen agreed to have a drink with her but I came back too fast so she acted like she didn't know her. I was wondering if she ever cheated on me but she told me afterwards that no because she loved me” Womack laughed nervously. “How the heck?” “Maybe she loved you for a person you are, for you heart, character, mind. Not for your gender” replied Reina with a very polite tone. “I don’t know, I don't understand this entire queer-thing. I mean, I have nothing against it in general but why my wife? I am a bad person but I guess I would preferred to be shouted at for what I done than to know she’s gay” he revealed and saw Reina’s disapproval on her face. “You’re like all the men, I think” she said quite disappointed and drank some wine. They already finished their meals. “Maybe. I really loved her but also something changed when I met you. I can’t describe it properly and it feels embarrassing”. “Because you are fascinated with poor student girl?” she said ironically regretting a bit she called him. “No. Because we just met once and for all this time I was thinking that for you it was just a fling and I, the mature man, I am mixing things up, that my mind plays tricks on me and I am just stupid. I really wanted to see you again and when you called... It was like fighting with myself. I desired to have this dinner but also I was thinking that I should probably not agree. To just cut off. I don’t know.” he drunk a lot more feeling that this over-honesty can kill him once. Suddenly, Reina smiled. This man could be a ticket for her to the serious lawyers’ world. No more polishing the counters, no more stinking old drunken guys saying nasty things to her. That was why she called him in the first place. She was tidying up small room she rented in a four-room apartment with some strangers when she found his number on a tissue. She was not that kind of girl but she also knew that she is talented and intelligent but she was from a poor family, no position, no money. That was just the world worked. She could not expect much. Womack was a silly wife-cheater for her. Reina knew lots of stuff about him. Also that he was married but he paid no attention to some buffoon-looking sophisticated lady. She was sure Womack would not even tell her and they would go on as nothing happened. The whole story with the divorce and his wife being a lesbian made her plan quite shaky now. She was not into messing too much with other lives. She planned to get what she wanted, as quick and as unseen as it was possible and get back to being good. Now, she realised that Womack is not all the responsible type and she was unexpectedly open towards her. She did not want to be misled. “Joseph, I understand. But I share you fascination to be honest. I know it’s stupid but I can't help it”. “I can't remember when somebody called me my brith name” said Womack and smiled. “I like how your voice sound when you say it”. He took her hand and kissed it. “Maybe we can take a walk? I will just pay for the dinner” said Womack and in few minutes they were wandering into the night. He switched off his phone and put on black leather gloves. “It’s quite cold tonight” he said buttoning his coat. “I got totally out of being used to it while living in LA. “I can imagine. I like NYC but I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the snow” “You should visit me in Los Angeles next time. I would be honoured” he smiled and hold her by the shoulders. “I definitely will. But know, may I offer you to come over?” He looked at her, smiled and kissed her tenderly. “I thought you’ll never ask.”

~*~

Nevada was having a coffee at Starbucks nearby. The sun was very hot today and the weather was quite demanding even considering the fact it was Los Angeles and it is kind of a rule there. She picked an iced latte because she could not handle regular one in this temperature. She was floating in her thoughts. A lot has happened recently. Her PhD thesis was going forward somehow. She was thinking that there is finally a chance that she will be finishing it this year, in about two months if everything will go this way. She was almost forgetting how long it took her already. Four years. Frankie has had lots of luck the professors even agreed to postpone it. On her mind was also her relationship with Christina. It has gotten more complicated than ever now when Ellen came into her or their lives. Lots of things were happening. Threesome with Christina’s husband, threesome with Ellen. She was not happy with the first one but she really liked the second one. They have not talked with Christina about it but it was like the best Frankie has had for a long time. She was thinking if Christina would like this information from her or would she be jealous? Christina appeared finally with her cappuccino and sat near Nevada. “Hi, babe” she said and kissed her as a greeting. It was not a usual thing that she even paid attention to Frances when she came by but not completely an unusual too. “How are you?” asked Nevada still lost in thoughts. Christina mixed her cream into the cappuccino and took a sip. Then, she said with one leg put on the other.“I’m just... indifferent. I was thinking a lot.” she licked her spoon from the cream and put it on a little plate where the coffee stood. “I want to tell you something about Henry. You know I had five husbands before him, don’t you? But you don’t know how and when I met him.She drank few more sips and put the cappuccino back on the plate.“I was 19, having nothing, just partying, wearing distasteful clothes, fucking with guys and... girls” she smiled to Frankie “Once, I got very drunk. I went to the sophisticated bar where all the millionaires were partying. Obviously, nobody wanted to let me in. I looked like a prostitute. But some unknown man in suit started to talk with me and I went inside him. I saw this world for the first time. I was enchanted. This was like a dream for me. I was a contrast in my used panther dress and very kitschy high heels. This man ordered a drink for me. Then, I excused him to go to the toilet. He followed me. I don’t know why, he was probably drunk and high. Instead of asking me to go to his hotel or just any hotel he tried to rape me in the toilet. That’s how I met Henry. He saved me from it. He told this guy to stop and he did. Henry ordered him a taxi and led him to it. When he left, I tried to talk with Henry. He only told me what his name was and that I should not be there because it’s bad, dangerous and in reality, I don’t want to belong there. He was not into me. He told me he was married and not fancy to cheat on his wife. We talked a lot, he was almost 10 years older than me but so smart. I liked him. He told me something that stayed with me forever. I could take his advice then. He said that this world of wealth is rotten and poisoned within the core. It’s not possible to get out of it, even if you become bankrupt you will forever have the effects of it inside you. You will be doing drugs, you will be cheating, you will be an emotional invalid. I asked him why he was not like that and he replied that he is exactly like that. Then, he smiled and left me. Some other millionaire approached me and that night I fucked him. He gave me a necklace in the morning so I won’t tell his wife. I started to see him. Later on, he divorced his wife because as he said, she was cheating with his job partner and we married. It was my initiation into the wealthy world”. Christina sighed. It was all but a dream. “Obviously, it was a short one but I easily met my second and third husband because I already belonged to this world. Or I thought I did” Christina realised Nevada was looking at her and carefully listening to the story. It made her question herself and why has she never talked with her that deeply. “My fourth husband was different though. I got used by this fucked up rich world. I tried to escape it. I was trying to act like I never left the street, living some double life, having my panther styled dresses in one wardrobe and designer gowns in other. After I divorced with fourth husband I had enough money to have my own apartment but I was really thinking about selling it when I met Jack. He was a junkie, total wreck. We destroyed my flat completely. We made our drug cozy place there. I married this fucking junkie. One night, we fought a lot. Jack said he wants to go to this buffoon party now and kill them all or steal from them. I don’t remember. We were very high then. We went there. I overdosed, he was trying to kill me. It was all a mess. I was dying anyway. And I was only 35. I hated this all, I was a mess. Well, I was seeing Henry regularly somewhere at these parties. We weren't talking but he was frequent there. This time also, as you could have expected now, he saved me. If not for him I would be dead.” She stopped for a moment, look through the window and took a sip of her cappuccino holding the mug in both hands. “When I got better, he came by to see my at the rehab centre. We were talking. He was visiting regularly. I really fell in love with him. He is a great man.” at this point Nevada did not know where Christina’s story were about to be leading but she was happy for the time and openness she shared with her. “I want you to know that I love him”. Christina looked towards Nevada and held her hand for a while. “But... I will tell you that once because you know me well now. I also love you. You are both the most important people in my life.” Christina was quite shaken at this point, she kissed Frankie and let her hug her. “That’s one more thing. I saw your attitude with my husband and with this red-haired. I would suggest you to go for it. You really like her on and it’s mutual, I think. I just want you to know that I have no obligations with you having somebody same as I have Henry” Frances was surprisingly content about what Christina said. It was probably the most fair they both could do for themselves. “Christina, I love you too”. “I already know that, my love” she replied and kissed her again.

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