Married to a stripper [Black Book1]✔

Chapter two.

"No way!!"

He said, for the millionth time in two hours comfortably seated on his black high back PU leather office chair rotating in semi circles.
His right hand decorated the chair's arm as he pinched his nose bridge in annoyance.

"Dude, listen,you need to chill a little...I mean look at you, working your ass out twenty-four, seven and almost three hundred and sixty-five, twelve Sundays exclusive. You are no different from a slave you know."

Josh, his childhood best friend recited in one breathe, seated on the other side of the large perfectly polished U-shaped mahogany office desk. He was in a grey suit and his jet black hair in a little mess which kept Marley wondering what he had been up to lately with the receptionist.

"I totally concur with Josh. You haven't been hanging out with us like before. It's closed to a year. We miss you, man."

Kennedy--Ken preferably butted in. Just like Marley he had coffee brown hair and unlike Marley he had a pretty broad chest. Ken had both hands of his shirt folded to the elbows on black pants. He was the most composed and Josh the craziest.

"No way for the millionth and one time." he deadpanned as he sighted his desk for distraction.

He totally appreciated their tricky efforts in getting his old life back for the past ten months one week to be precise; drinking to stupor, buzzing around any girl who told him 'hi' until he obtained what he wanted and much more. He had forgotten about such reckless way of existence since Amanda came into his life.
They were so much in love...or rather, he was so much in love. Now what didn't he give her?
A trip around the world? Eyeballing celebrities of her choice? jewellery, designers and car bargain had become his hubby.

Not just that, he gave her all the care and attention that a lady ever dreamt of for a year and eight months yet, she wasn't gratified!

That day finally showed up, the day she almost killed him, the day she deserted him. He was thankful to his family and friends for keeping him alive though for some reasons, he really did want to die.
She had wormed herself so deep that he couldn't see himself living a day without her.

"Look at you dude, killing and starving yourself from life's marvels just because of a girl who is probably in Peru right now with her one-year-old son and fucking her 'oh so perfect' husband every single time of the day."
Josh's voice rose making Marley flinch at his choice of words. He was right though. He created an embargo between sociality and himself since he lost Amanda.

He spent less time with friends and more time at work, the only thing he believed could divert his thoughts from Amanda.
Young, rich and handsome was a brief description of Marley Woods before he decided to become old, miserable and ugly.

He sighed and shut his laptop, kept his pen in its case and stood up, he straightened his coal black suit, glanced at his conspicuous Rolex watch on his cuffs until his brows creased.

Twenty minutes to six.

Time really waited for no one. If not of those crazy fellas of he's, he would've been home probably doing some work in his office. He walked to the door, before his right hand reached the knob he heard ken mumble,

"Man, you are lifeless."

He scoffed. "Now, hurry up you idiots, before I change my mind."

**

A club? Well, he hadn't seen that coming. He Thought they'll just walk to a local bar grab some two or three bottles of beer before heading back home--He had planned on drinking less in order to reach home in one piece--but how wrong...how very wrong.
He detested clubs, he hadn't truly been to one before but what he saw and heard about it was satisfying. He left his coat and tie in his car and decided to follow Ken's dressing code; rolled up shirt sleeves to elbow level. Josh did same and together they walked into the club.