Song: 7 Rings by Ariana Grande

Weeks have passed and no new evidence has come to play. So I assume we are out of the blue. Today I get home a little later than usual from my workout I figured Mekhi would be somewhere in the house waiting for me but to my surprise he was already gone for the day. I shred off my sweaty clothes and jump in the shower. When I get out, I get dressed and go to the garage to decide on what car that I want to drive for the day. It should not be a difficult decision but I trying to decide on what mood I am in. I decide on the Ashton Martin. Why, because do you really have to ask...this baby makes me feel sexy.

I open the garage and take off down the driveway, pushing the button for the main gate and head out. Not sure what I am doing today. I just might go do a little shopping since it has been awhile since I have actually spent money on myself.

When I pull up to the mall several heads turn and I know that are admiring the car, hell who wouldn't blame them. Not many people can afford this car and some would die to have a car like this. I step out and I get double takes my men and even women...seeing this car with a girl like me wearing ripped jeans and a tight blue shirt, those two things just don't even go together. I know I should dress the part but really why should I.

I splurge today, making several purchases. I buy more jeans by Rag and Bone and even a pair of ASICS running shoes. As I am walking by the one section I notice a pair of Jimmy Choo...I got to have them. I slid them on not even caring about the price. The sales clerk walks over and starts laughing.

"What?" I snap at her and try not to laugh at her attire...dear lord I'm sure she got them at the local thrift store but I don't say anything. After all I am wearing ripped jeans and tee.

"Honey...we all can wish right...but seriously you should check out a different store?" She speaks more with her hands, turning them this way and that, then pointing out the door.

"Yeah...well I want these." I don't even bother looking at the price.

She busts out laughing again. "Seriously do you want to be in debt for the rest of your life; honey you can't afford these?"

"You know, are you the only one here...may I please talk to the manager or someone that has a little more respect for their customers."

"Sure...but he is going to tell you the same thing...honey look at you...we all know that you can't afford these...much less anything else in this store." She does a half turn, looking around at all the other shoes in the store.

I bite my bottom lip...believe me this cunt has no idea how much money I have. She walks away stomping her Wal-mart heels and twisting her ass like she owns the damn place. Seconds later the manager comes back over with her.He is wearing a three piece suit and in the process of straightening out his tie. "Yes...I hear there is a problem....how can I be of assistance?"

"First...you need to fire her for being so disrespectful towards me." He gives me this look like I have got to be kidding and she gasp...like really. "Believe me I can fucking buy this whole store if I really wanted to, she should not be judging anyone by the way they dress...now I would like to buy these right here so I can where them tonight while I am fucking my husband's brains out now is that going to be a problem."

His face turns all shades of red. "Uhm....no not at all right this way." I follow him to the counter and he rings them up. "That will be nine hundred and seventy-two dollars." He gulps. I know he is waiting on me to turn a few shades myself from embarrisment not being about to afford them. Little does he know I have the money.

I flash my shiny black card but then put it away...instead I take out ten one hundred dollar bills and lay them out in front of him. Of course he has to mark them to make sure they are real. When he is done he politely smiles back at me. "Sorry for that Mrs..."I know he is trying to figure out who I am...if somehow I am famous and undercover...but really I'm just undercover. Not many people actually know who I am and really not many people want to know who I am.

"Mrs. Scarlett Adler."

"Yes...Mrs. Adler...I am so sorry for the way we treated you." He turns to look at the lady by his side and shakes his head. "You're fired...take your things and you will get a check mailed to you at the end of the week."

The lady gives him a dumbfounded look and believe me I think her face turned more than a few shades of red. "What the fuck...are you serious...look at the way she is dressed...who would have thought..."

He interrupts her. "Sally...we should not assume things...I'm sorry you can go now."

She turns and glares at me... "Bitch."

I don't say anything...instead I smirk, grab my bag and walk out of the store. Hell I am in such a good mood that when I throw my things in the trunk of the car I decided to go to this adult store and purchase the perfect submissive leather outfit to go with my fuck-me shoes. At least the ladies in the store are nice to me and make sure I have the right fitting to get the perfect feel and appearance in it.

Mekhi is going to fall out when he gets home and sees me in this. I get home late in the afternoon. I start to cook and get everything ready for tonight. I haven't done this in a while and for some reason I feel that it is just what the both of us need. Lucky for us Meagan and Sam are gone for the night. I believe they are visiting with his parents so we have the whole house to ourselves. I light the candles and knowing he should be home in any moment.

Unfortunately I wait for over an hour and he is still not home and has not called. I pick up my phone and text. He never replies back. I pace the floor...getting a little pissed...here I am wearing this amazing lingerie and heels and he is not here. I pick up the phone and call him only going to voice mail.

I wait another hour and just look at the wasted steak and veggies with a baked potatoes. I stand up and grab the plates and toss them in the fridge...what I want to do is toss them in the sink and let the garbage disposal have the meal. He usually calls by now to at least tell me that he is going to be late...and every time I look down at the phone I just get pissed off even more.

 It's been weeks since we have got to spend time with each other...I mean yeah...we throw in sex here and there when we are together but I had hoped tonight was going to be special. I walk to the garage and grab the keys to the Ashton Martin and speed out of the drive way. I head to Fire and Ice and don't see his car but I park it right out front telling the valet to not touch it. He nods and I run in to ask if Mekhi is there. When I find out that he is not I jump back in the car and speed off into traffic towards The Master's Den.

His car is in his parking spot. I pull up right in front of his and get out. I walk in the front door and the bouncier gives me a shit eating grin. "Mrs. Adler...it's nice to see you tonight."

I glare at him. "It's Scarlett...remember...is Mekhi still here?" I sound like a bitch at the moment but I really don't give a shit.

"I believe so...some important business men are here tonight...he might still be up in his office."

"Thanks." I walk in and the music is blaring...not to mention the lights flickering. Whoever the girl is up on stage is apparently awesome as the guys throw bills at here...and not just dollar bills. She is completely naked and has a body to die for. Of course all the women here have the perfect model body...and each have to go through him to even get a position here.

I glance up at the office and wonder if he up there...is he watching the girl as well. And then I get an idea...a stupid idea...but an idea to get his fucking attention.