Kept
By Camille Lindstrom
Genre: Erotica/ Women’s contemporary
fiction
From the
surface, Jack’s got it all. A six-figure a year corporate dignitary, he lives
comfortably with his family. But beneath the surface, this workaholic financier
is trapped in a mediocre marriage, pining for release and zest. He diverts
these misgivings to an underbelly world of vice in which he escapes his daily
demons, paying for the affections of beautiful women.
Enter Lara,
articulate and cultured, but struggling to find her path. The two begin a
sordid affair that takes them across state lines and through countless
airports, under the cloak of a tight-knit clandestine world fueled by wealth
and control.
The wine helped
my candor. Jack flashes me a sardonic smile.
“You ask a lot
of questions. Oh, about seventeen years. We met in college. I was a Finance
major and she, a Political Science major. She’d always possessed strong
opinions, never failing to voice them. Back then I didn’t think about what
effect that would have nearly twenty years later. Young and dumb.”
“Wow. Did you
want kids or was that kind of something she was adamant about?”
“Well what’s the
point in getting married? Most people want kids right?”
“Some marriages
are childless. They’ve got less headaches too.”
“True, true.”
Jack smirks.
“Five years
passed before the kids came. I would have been happy with one, but we ended up
having two. Debra was elated. The day they were born, my life as I knew it was
gone, never to return.”
Debra. That must
had been her name. First time I had heard him mention it.
“I don’t really
think about the state of my marriage. Like I said in Dallas, she just kind of
does her thing and I do mine. Most important thing is that the kids are taken
care of.”
“But don’t you
think they pick up on that tension?”
“There’s no
tension when you don’t communicate except for the necessities.”
“Those few times
you called me on evening walks, was that following some kind of squabble?”
Jack chuckles.
“Perhaps it was.
Debra dove headfirst into those maternal inclinations, everything suddenly
became about the kids. She didn’t make herself up anymore. She’d just throw her
hair under a ball cap. And sex became only with the lights off, and the way she
wanted it. To be honest the lights off was better. It made it that much easier
to imagine a more taut, polished version of a female.”
Camille Lindstrom
was born and raised in northeast Ohio. Tired of the ubiquitous drab Ohio
weather, she relocated to Florida where she attended the University of North
Florida, earning a BA English/Creative Writing.
She enjoys
eccentric, unconventional plot themes that question convictions of what we deem
normative. When she's not writing, Camille enjoys being active, donning cat eye
glasses and traveling.
Areas of
interest: Women's contemporary fiction, Erotica
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