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Name: Melissa West
Name: Melissa West
I suppose that when I met my husband, Jack Stone, that I wasn’t much for charity. We married pretty young, or perhaps I did (considering that we were wed when I was nineteen and he was thirty) so I, like much of my generation, was pretty indifferent to noble causes and whatnot. But over time, I guess that Jack, being a devout philanthropist and all, rubbed off a little on me, and I wanted to become more and more engaged into his works.
That’s how I ended up in one so-called charity, in which people would go up on stage and people watching would bid on the participants, as to win a date with them. All the money went to charity, so it wasn’t sleazy or anything. Besides, Jack was supposed to win the auction by the time that it was my turn.
But the darnest thing happened; when it was my turn, and the announcer presented me to the audience, my husband darted out of the room with his phone in hand. I guess it was a business call or something…but it couldn’t have possibly happened at a worse moment! People were bidding left and right, given how I was by far the most attractive out of the women (as full of it as that might sound).
It was a long time rival of my husband, the CEO of a competitor. You should have seen the grin on his face when he was announced the winner, and the look that he gave Jack once he returned.
It couldn’t be helped however. I needed to go on that date with him, which was supposed to be in his yacht or something. He won me for the weekend, unfortunately, and I couldn’t weasel my way out of this without making my husband look bad.
The next day, I prepared my things and I kissed my husband goodbye. He looked incredibly worried, and anxiously told me:
“Be careful. That man has only one thing in his mind.”
“Oh please honey, you’re worrying over nothing.” I replied with a chuckle “It was for charity. We’re probably just going to have a few drinks and part ways. He’s a busy man like you, I doubt that he’ll have time for anything but work.”
And that said, I left in my swimsuit, sports bag in hand as I went out to meet him by the port.