Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
And I’d seen him with her in the past before all this happened and he’d always been what I thought was a dreamy husband.
Maybe that’s why I’d started fantasizing about him. I used to feel such guilt. Especially alone in my bed at night with the covers drawn as I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy.
I never had a stronger climax than when I imagined it was him fucking me. None of the boys at school had ever been able to get a rise out of me, and since taking the job to work for them two years earlier, I’d pretty much been off dating.
He was all I could think about, even with the heavy pressure of guilt I felt for wanting her man. It’s not like I could help it, but I never even thought of trying to steal him away from his family.
Now he’s free, free of her anyway. And after today I no longer fear him taking her back. It was more than obvious, to everyone but her anyway, that he was well and truly done.
So I shored myself up and found my courage. I decided that the next time he looks at me like that, I’ll just go on ahead and give him a look to let him know the door was open.
And what if he laughs in your face? Well then I’ll just have to leave town, change my name, and never return again.
I took one last look at him as I placed his plate in front of him on the table. He made sure to look me in the face with that smile of his that made my heart skip a beat. “Thanks sweetheart, this looks great.”
Gage
I didn’t miss the blush this time, or the way the pulse raced in her throat. So I was right, she was interested. I’d kind of suspected for a while, even before the divorce, but she’s so good at hiding it I was never too sure.
Of course back then I never dwelt on such things. I was a married man, happily so I thought, and she was a kid besides. I’ve never been one to be swayed by a young tight body.
I know most people think that because I’m a professional athlete who spends a lot of time away from home, that I must be a player, but nothing could be farther from the truth. We’re not all made that way.
I’d fallen in love with Tanya when we were both kids, and had kept my promise to come back for her if I made it big some day.
After I was drafted my first year in college, I’d kept my word and came back home to play for my home team and marry the girl I loved.
Most people don’t know, but the life of an NFL player is boring as hell. Outside of marriage and a steady stable lifestyle, most of your time is spent studying the game when you’re not on the field.
I’d thought I had it made. A beautiful wife, two amazing kids and a steady paycheck with a portfolio that said I was set for life due to some timely investments.
But it all went to hell when I caught my wife cheating. I’d suspected something for the last two years of our marriage, that’s about the time I stopped climbing into her bed.
I’d tried to ignore the rumors in the beginning, but there were too many signs that I just couldn’t ignore. I’d been more hurt for my kids than anything else.
Like I said, once I suspected something was going on, I’d taken myself out of the marriage so to speak. But from the outside looking in, everything stayed the same.
I didn’t want my kids to suffer the loss of their mother, so I kept my mouth shut and did what I had to do. That was before she brought that shit to my home where my children sleep.
That was the last fucking straw and I didn’t think twice before finding a lawyer and getting her ass out of my house.
I’d been willing to give her half of what I owned in the beginning. But the more shit came to light, the nastier I became and I’m not ashamed to say it.
Lucky for me my manager had made her sign a prenuptial agreement before we got hitched. At the time I was pissed at him for that, my stupid ass was in love. Now I’m eternally grateful for his foresight.
After the shit that she’d been up to was brought up in court by my lawyer who’d hired a private investigator, she was left with nothing. Not even visitation rights.
The judge had deemed her behavior a danger to the kids and that was that. We all knew it was up to me to allow her to see them if I chose to, and I had no intentions on being petty.