Chapter 4

Victor POV

I sat in my office all day thinking of tomorrow night, when I get to pick up Daya from the airport, when Liam knocked on my office door. He sat in the chair across from my desk and asked, “A few of us are going to the bar tonight. Are you coming?” I sighed as I sat back in my chair, “No. Harley is expecting me for dinner tonight for some reason. I need to give her some papers anyway.”

Liam’s eyebrows raised as he asked, “Are you seriously thinking about divorcing her?” I nodded, “I’m not thinking about it. I’m doing it.” Liam asked, “Man, I need to know why.” I shrugged, “She’s okay, as far as housewives go, but not stunning enough to take to events.” Liam shook his head at me, “Are you crazy? Dude, I would kill for a wife like her. She’s beautiful, smart, and her life revolves around you. Sorry, but I think you’re going blind.”

I shook my head in disagreement, “Daya will be coming back tomorrow night. She’s the one I want. If my dad hadn’t insisted, I would’ve never married Harley.” Liam countered, “Everything you love about Daya is fake. Your wife is all natural and beautiful. You are making the biggest mistake of your life. Just let me know when you do it. I want to be there to help her heal.”

 I don’t know why, but I growled, “Stay away from her.” Liam growled back at me, “Try me. You may be stupid, but I’m not. I’m going to the bar. If you want to join us, I’ll see you there. If not, I’m still going.” Then the fucker stood up and left. I didn’t need his approval, but I never expected to be told my best friend wanted her, if I didn’t. I have no idea why I suddenly got possessive. Didn’t I just tell him I don’t want her?

Harley has nothing on Daya. Dayanara Lachland, is a prominent socialite who I have known since grade school. She was my first crush, the subject of my first wet dream and my first girlfriend. She became a model right out of high school, then crossed over into acting only a couple years later.

Harley is beautiful with long black hair and striking green eyes. They look like they can see right through you. That’s exactly the reason I stayed away from her as much as possible. I didn’t want her to see that I could care less about her as a wife. I don’t love her and she knows it.

Daya is a blonde bombshell with bright blue eyes. Her body is perfection; perfect tits, ass and her legs go on for days. Her skin is like silk and her performances in bed have always been the stuff of my fantasies. She is all around perfection in every way for me. She split up with me a few years ago. She said she didn’t want to be married when she started acting. She wanted to be seen as the pure, innocent type of woman.

It killed me to let her go, but I wanted her to live out her dream. I was beyond heartbroken for months. She was my forever and I lost her.

When she called me last week saying she was coming home and she wanted us to pick up where we left off, I didn’t hesitate to see my attorney. I wanted a divorce agreement written. I told him what I wanted to give Harley and he had them done today. I picked them up this morning before I got to work.

After talking with Liam, I wondered what he saw in Harley. To me, she was just a plain girl that I just knew would do nothing in bed. Although, there was that one night… the night I got shitfaced drunk and thought I was fucking Daya. I had convinced myself that it was Daya because Harley would not be this wild.

We fucked in three different positions that night and she enjoyed every one of them… until I came and said Daya’s name. That was when she went stiff as a board and turned over as soon as I was out of her. I pulled her close and spooned her for the rest of the night. When I got up the next morning and noticed I was holding Harley and she was naked. I couldn’t get out of bed fast enough.

I went to the bathroom and started the shower while I took my morning piss. I was trying to remember what happened the night before when I stepped into the shower. When I noticed the blood washing off of my dick onto the shower floor I gasped and whispered, “Fuck.” How did I not know Harley had been a virgin? I guessed I never cared enough to ask. I got dressed as quietly as I could and snuck out of the house without waking her. I was a fucking coward.

I sighed as I realized I was daydreaming and decided I would head home, not knowing why Harley insisted I come home tonight. When I parked my car in the driveway, I got out and went inside. As always, she met me at the foyer and helped me out of my jacket. She was asking questions and I was answering in short answers.

She led me to the table where she had cooked a lot of my favorite dishes. I had never told her, but she was an amazing cook. The food smelled heavenly, but she had candles lit and she was wearing a dress that I had seen before but never paid attention to how it showed her cleavage. That was when I realized today was our anniversary.  She looked beautiful, but not better than Daya. I finally had to stop her constant questions and told her I want a divorce.

I thought Harley would crumble to the floor in tears and beg me not to do it. Instead, she was pissed. I had never seen her even the least bit angry before. She was always a happy woman… annoyingly so. She was certainly not happy. I handed the papers to her and she insisted on taking a few days to have her attorney look at them. I knew anyone who looked at them, without researching how much I am now worth, would think I was being more than fair.

I went upstairs to my room and packed a bag for the next couple of days. When I went back to the living room she was standing there with her arms crossed. She was so angry, I was almost afraid of her. When I told her I knew my timing sucked, she had such a brazen comeback, I was left speechless for a second. I just told her I would be back in a couple of days to pick them up and we would talk about where to go from here. When she threatened to start throwing shit, I left.

I got in my car and reflected on something she said. I had told her that I had never seen this side of her and she told me there are a lot of sides to her that I’ve never seen and will never see now. She told me that I never even gave the marriage a chance.

After dropping off my stuff at the villa, I decided I would join the guys at the bar. When I got there, I guess I must have had a guilty expression on my face. Liam just shook his head at me, “You actually did it.” I huffed, “And on our second anniversary, at that. I’m a douchebag.”

Liam stood up, “I got nothing, man. I gotta go.” Then he left.