Capital Wives by Rochelle Alers

Author:Rochelle Alers [Alers, Rochelle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kimani Press
Published: 2011-12-09T05:00:00+00:00

“Deanna, I want you to listen very closely to what I’m going to tell you. Marisol told me about this pestilence that’s attempting to blackmail you. I want you to tell me everything you know about this man.”

“There’s not much to tell.”

“How did he introduce himself? How tall is he? What does he look like? How old do you think he is?”

Deanna hesitated, trying to remember if he’d towered over her once he stood up. “He told me his name is Richard Douglas and he’s at least six-one or two. He has cropped salt-and-pepper hair, but his face is unlined. I estimate he’s between forty and fifty.”

“What type of hair texture does he have?”

“Even though it’s straight, it’s also coarse.”

“What about his features?”

Deanna chewed her lip. “They weren’t European. He’s a man of color, but I couldn’t determine from where because of his accent.”

“Can you identify the accent?”

She shook her head, then realized the man on the other end of the line couldn’t see her. “No. One thing I know is it isn’t Spanish.”

“Did it sound Caribbean?”

“It wasn’t any Caribbean accent I’ve ever heard.” She paused. “Now that I think back I believe it could’ve been German or Russian.” A soft chuckle came through the earpiece.

“He doesn’t look European, but his accent may be European.”

“Look…”

“You can call me John.”

“Okay, John. When Richard Douglas asked to meet with me I was under the impression he wanted to contract my services to host an event. At least that’s what he told me. I had no idea I would be blindsided by a cretin who wanted me to sleep with him or he would tell my husband about an incident that happened years ago. If he hadn’t taken me off guard I would’ve told him that my husband knew all about my indiscretion. That would’ve shut him down completely and I wouldn’t be here talking to you.”

“It didn’t happen, Deanna, so we’re going to have to deal with the fallout. What color are his eyes?”

“They are dark, probably black. He was well-dressed. In other words, his suit did not come off a department store rack.”

“What about jewelry, Deanna? Was he wearing a ring or rings, watch or earring?”

A beat passed. “He wasn’t wearing an earring, and I don’t remember any rings. He may have been wearing a watch, but I couldn’t see it because his shirt had French cuffs. Wait a minute.”

“What is it?” John asked.

“He wore cuff links. They weren’t yellow gold, so they had to be either silver, white gold or platinum.” Deanna smiled despite her dilemma. “And before you ask, they weren’t monogrammed. They were oval with a diamond chip in the center.”

“That information is very helpful. Is there anything else you remember about him?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Was his shirt cuff monogrammed?”

Deanna exhaled a breath. “If it was, then I don’t remember. I don’t know if this will help, but he wore wingtips and I recognized the designer because my husband has several pair in his closet.” She gave John the name of the shoe designer.

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