Corrine was fast asleep in her apartment when the phone rang. "Hello?" she said in a groggy voice.
"It's done," Winston said coldly.
"What's done?"
"I served the papers to Claudia this morning. We're getting a divorce."
"Oh." She couldn't believe that he went through with it. "Well, um..."
"I'm going to be at your apartment in twenty minutes. Don't change...and I'm not asking you, I'm telling you." He hung up his end.
Corrine ran to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair and freshened up a little. She didn't change. She went to bed wearing a short satin nightgown and that's what Winston would see her in.
There was a knock at the door and her heart raced. "And now it starts," she thought. She opened the door and there he stood, his face looking cold and chiseled.
"Have you changed your mind?" he asked.
"Come in," she said. She closed and locked the door. "I can't believe that you did it."
"It'll be on Entertainment Tonight by this evening, I'm sure. This changes things now, doesn't it?" His facial expression changed from stone to fire. He didn't wait for an answer before he grabbed her yet again and began kissing her feverishly. "Now," he said taking a breath, "I'm going to have you." He pushed her onto the couch and put himself on top of her. She pushed on him, keeping him at a distance.
"If I let you have me now, then you're mine whenever I want you." Her face was flush, her lips reddening by the minute.
"Excuse me?" he said, his hands on her breasts.
"I'll let you have me now, Winston, but then you're at my beckon call...I'm not at yours."
"You're very good at negotiations, but what if I say no?"
"You won't." She smiled. And she was right. He practically tore the nightgown off of her and ran his mouth over her body. He then literally tore off her underwear and tossed them to the floor.
There was nothing more than pure lust coursing through his body. Corrine knew it and she didn't mind. She tugged at his clothing and soon saw his slender figure naked on top of her. Winston wasted no time. He began pushing himself in and out of her, making her scream out his name. He grunted like an animal as he had his way with her.
This act alone was worth leaving Claudia. Corrine was young, gorgeous, talented, intelligent, and giving her body to Winston, something that shot his ego up higher than it already was. When he had finally finished, the two of them were on the floor entangled in a mess of bare flesh and sweat.
"I hope that was worth it," Corrine panted. "You're mine now, Winston Newquay."
Winston laughed an almost evil, yet very seductive laugh. "Damn, what torture." He licked some of the sweat off of her chest. "I've got a meeting in an hour. I'll see you in the studio at six." He got dressed and left her apartment.