He stared up at the other man. Cameron stood in an all over black suit as he waited to be let through to Tristan’s office space. Tristan recognised the man, and his hackles rose at the sight of him.
“Let him in, Marla, and close the door behind you,” Tristan said.
Cameron took the seat opposite his desk, smiling.
When the door closed Tristan sat down. He glared at the man opposite him.
“This is a quaint little town you’ve got yourself embroiled in. Law Castle. It has a nice ring to it,” Cameron said.
“Why are you here?” Tristan asked. He didn’t want to talk to this man any more than he needed to.
“I thought you’d need my help.”
He burst out laughing. “The last time I saw you, you were about to fuck my wife.” Cameron Jones was the man Tristan had walked in on giving Kate the release she needed. The other man was one of the few men Tristan knew who enjoyed inflicting pain.
“Kate was experiencing a pain high. I was riding the wave with her.” Cameron gave a little smile. The bastard was clearly remembering the experience. “I’m here because I heard about the divorce threat, and I’m here to offer you support.”
Leaning back in his seat Tristan watched the man before him. Cameron was into some seriously kinky shit, but he was also a businessman. The man had funding in some technology or something.
“Why would you help me?” Tristan asked, intrigued by the idea of Cameron helping him.
“Kate’s a gold-digging whore.” Cameron’s blunt words shocked him.
“What?”
“It didn’t take me long to realise, and I’m sure when I tell you everything you’ll be thinking the same stuff as I am. You haven’t spent much time with her. Even when you were together you didn’t spend more than an hour or so a day. I spent a lot of time with Kate. I saw through her lies.”
“Kate’s a lawyer. There’s no need for her to be concerned with money.”
“She’s also a woman who came from very humble beginnings. Her dad owned a small business, which he ran into the ground. Little Kate has been looking for the right man to give her the lifestyle she wanted.”
Tristan frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense. Don’t most gold-diggers have children to get what they want?”
“Kate’s vanity exceeds her need for children. She figured with you both sharing in the lifestyle she’d be able to keep you in place. Her thoughts not mine.” Cameron stood and walked around the small office. “I like this place. It’s nice. Kate knows about your wealth, Tristan.”
“If you hate Kate so much why are you with her?” Tristan asked.
“I’m not with Kate. The moment I knew the real type of woman she was I got rid of her. I don’t like my women greedy, and knowing that about her turned me off. She’s a bitch. Kate wants your money. That joint account you have will be taken away from her. Use your eyes, Tristan and see the real woman you’ve been dating. I bet Kate knew who you were by the second date. She’s a lawyer, smart, cunning and gets what she wants.”
Tristan knew about the joint account. They were married, and he didn’t see a problem with her using his money. She was out of his life and no longer begging for him to cause her pain, so Tristan didn’t see an issue with the funds going down. He had more than enough money to replace it. In the last few years it was clear Cameron certainly knew way more about Kate than Tristan ever did. When Tristan looked back over their life together, he’d abided Kate’s company for the easy relief it provided. There was nothing else appealing about her.
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation.
“Come in,” Tristan said. He was distracted by his own stupidity.
Vicki opened the door. She was carrying their lunch in her hands.
“I thought I ordered that.”
“You did. I thought I’d surprise you. Stefan’s on his way over to try to convince Marla to have lunch with him. I got off early.” Her gaze went from him to Cameron. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said, nibbling her lip.
He walked toward her, took her face in his hands and kissed her lips. “You’re never an interruption.”
Cameron cleared his throat. Tristan ignored him.
He didn’t like the sudden attention coming from the other man. There was no chance Cameron was getting his hands on Vicki.
“If you wait with Marla while I finish this,” he said.
“Sure.” She closed the door without questioning.
Cameron whistled. “You sure know how to pick them, Tristan. I don’t suppose she’d be interested in me?”