Warren Worthington III set down his glass. The clock on the wall said midnight, but he was wide awake. The fresh air smelled of sweet perfume as it wafted into his study. Marie was late, but that came as no surprise to him. She had used and abused his love for her throughout their entire relationship, but he could not bring himself to cut off all ties with someone so beautiful. Let's face it, she made him look good.
"Where have you been?" he inquired, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.
"You know where," she replied nonchalantly.
"Well, the next time you're planning a late evening with Robert, how about a phone call? I hate guessing games."
She could sense his frustration, but she didn't care, all she could think about was getting into the shower and having a glass of wine. She needed the shower, to erase the scent of him. She needed the wine to forget him. She couldn't feel guilt, she was used to getting what she wanted, and what she wanted wasn't always moral.
"Do you think he suspected you?" he asked.
"Of course not, he had a one track mind tonight…"
His face went sour, "Tell me you didn't go through with it."
She smiled with all innocence, "Of course I did, I did exactly what I knew would throw him off, he never suspected it!"
His brow furrowed, "Over confidence will be your downfall if you keep it up…did you find the safe?"
She sauntered towards the big old-timey leather armchair and fell gracefully into it. "I put the money in the trunk and tossed the gun into the river on my way home."