His bloodshot steel-blue eyes pleaded with her. “Giselle, can you give me like ten minutes? I’m looking for your advice on something.”
She frowned. “What the hell, Foxx?”
He sighed and held up the large brown envelope. “My wife… and our impending separation.”
Giselle surveyed him closely as she slowly put the receiver back to her ear keeping her eyes trained on Sully. “I gotta call you back… No, that’s not an approved statement…I’ll call you back with one later. Let them know that if they leak anything, we’ll sue for libel.” She slammed down the phone and nodded for Sully to enter.
She watched him closely as he took a seat at the table in her hotel room. She put down the phone on the desk and stared at him, folding her arms across her chest. “I don’t know if I should help you, Foxx. You’ve been pretty shitty to me since we went back out.”
He met her eyes and nodded. “I’m sorry, G. You’re right. I’ve been stuck in my own little world. I’m here right now because I don’t know where else to turn. I’m trying to get some clarity around this and some honesty too. G, you’ve been honest from day one. That’s one of the reasons we’ve always loved working with you. And you’ve been a great friend to us. You’ve…”
She held her hand up to stop him. “Apology accepted. I don’t have much time to sit and chat with you, so let me tell you how this is going to go.”
She met his eyes with an intense stare as she continued. “This is not going to be a fuzzy come to Jesus conversation. This is not going to be a ‘new besties we’re figuring shit out conversation.’ And this is most definitely not going to be a therapy session for you. Got it, amigo?” He nodded in agreement.
She let out a frustrated sigh. She wanted nothing more than to kick him out, but she could tell he truly needed guidance. She pulled out a chair and sat at the table across from him. “What’s up?”
He was about to start when the phone rang. She got up and headed to the desk, answering it. She told the caller that she could return the call later. She then called Shannon and asked for calls to be forwarded for the next thirty minutes.
She resumed her seat and stared at him. “Talk, Foxx.”
He held up the envelope. “These are the separation papers. It’s a summons. They want my financials so we can start the process of dividing the assets. I keep destroying them and Kit keeps sending them. I haven’t talked to her. I’ve tried to call, she’s not responding.”
He met Giselle’s eyes. “Do you think I’ve gone too far, G? Have I destroyed my marriage? Is agreeing to this legal separation the best thing to do?”
She let out a long sigh. She felt awkward being in this position with him. This was not a conversation she wanted to be having. She couldn’t deny her loyalty to Kit, yet she also could see the heart-breaking defeat and fear in Sully’s eyes at the thought of things being over with someone he still clearly loved.
She swallowed hard and leaned forward. “Sull, you’re asking me a loaded question here. I know you came here for my honesty, so I’m going to be straight with you. Yes, as heart breaking as this is for you, if you love Kit as much as you say you do, let her go.”
She nodded. “You’re right. You haven’t been on your best behavior this tour. You can’t keep playing both sides of the fence and expect to win. You haven’t been loyal to her. That whole groupie make-out sesh was fucked up. You’ve been acting like a spoiled, entitled teenager over the last year or two. If she wants a separation, give it to her. And I can’t comment on your question about the state of your marriage. Only you two can figure that out.”
She folded her arms in front of her and sat back as Sully shifted his gaze down, unable to face her. She continued to stare at him in hopes that he would once again engage in eye contact. “Sully, it’s a legal separation, not a divorce. That’s an important distinction. You and I both know Kit doesn’t overlook details like that.”
Sully suddenly looked up and met her eyes, feeling a jolt of hope rush through his body. “You think maybe she just wants some cooling off time? That maybe our marriage is salvageable?”
Giselle held up her hands in defense. “Sully, that’s not what I’m saying here. Do not twist my words. I don’t know what Kit’s intentions are for you and the future. All I’m saying is there is a definite distinction. You get to work that out with her.”
He sighed and nodded. “You think by cooperating with the legal separation it’s the right thing to do?”
Giselle nodded. “Yes.” She folded her arms across her chest again and stared deeply in to his eyes to make her point. “Sully, do you want her to be happy?”
He stared at Giselle in disbelief. Her question stunned him. He bobbed his head in agreement. “Of course I do!”
Giselle forced a smirk. “Then you know what to do, Foxx.”
He glanced down at the documents, scanning them one more time. He didn’t feel like fighting anymore. Maybe Giselle was right, maybe it was best to focus on making Kit happy and see where things went from there.
He looked up at Giselle. “Know any good attorneys that can handle this for me?”
* * *
Kit eyes fluttered open around nine. She lay in the middle of the plush king sized bed staring at the ceiling realizing that this wasn’t much different than her life a few weeks ago, except
