Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
And to this day, she still didn’t know just what my father made me do.
I understood it now, though.
Understood that my father was trying to prepare me for life.
I took no satisfaction in the way I effortlessly took Cornell down until he was panting and barely able to lift his head.
“The kid’s mine. My wife, however, you can have if she wants you,” I said, moving away from him. “Get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.”
I had to admit, I wasn’t happy with the way I’d reacted to him.
And by the smile he gave me as he shuffled out the door with his clothes in his arms, I knew that wouldn’t be the last time I saw him.
I just hoped that he didn’t do anything to Jennifer.
However, never once did it occur to me that it shouldn’t have been Jennifer I should worry about.
***
“You want me to leave?” Jennifer asked with fat tears running down her face.
I shook my head.
“No, you don’t have to leave. But I want you actively trying to look for a place of your own,” I answered. “Close by so we don’t have to fight over our kid.”
She closed her eyes and looked down.
“Why?” She asked.
I narrowed my eyes.
“How could you even ask that? After everything you’ve done, you have the nerve to ask me why?” I asked with disbelief.
She seemed to slump in on herself further.
“I’m not sleeping with him,” she said stubbornly.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Then please, enlighten me,” I growled.
She looked away, clutching her hands to her stomach in a protective gesture.
I looked up.
“The annulment will be filed at the court house by the end of the business day tomorrow. I’m giving you ten grand to get you on your feet. There’s also going to be more papers coming for you, telling you the visitation schedule as well as the custody arrangements for the baby. We share custody, fifty-fifty. I get all major holidays except for Thanksgiving and New Years,” I informed her.
She looked up at me, tears glimmering in her eyes and down her cheeks.
And I wasn’t affected in the least.
“Where are you going?” She asked as I turned to leave.
I swiveled back to her.
“You’ve got no right to know that anymore. Move your shit to the second bedroom.”
With that, I left.
And didn’t look back.
Chapter 7
Bearded men make better lovers. They also make prettier babies. It’s a proven fact that was established at the beginning of time.
-Mig to Annie
Annie
Two weeks later
I was almost giddy as I hurried out of the backdoor of my store.
It was three o’clock, and I had Mig coming over later so I could cook him some homemade enchiladas—my mother’s secret recipe.
His annulment was final yesterday - yes, he apparently knew some people - and he hadn’t made it a secret that he was going to pursue a relationship with me.
And I made it known that I would reciprocate.
I’d wanted him for a long, long time.
There was no way I was going to pass up this opportunity.
And I didn’t care that his ex was still living with him.
In fact, I thought it was actually nice on his part.
If I’d found out that my ex had been cheating on me, he would’ve been gone before he could finish saying, ‘I’m sorry.’
Hell, my ex had been cheating on me, but it hadn’t been a secret.
I’d let it happen time after time, not caring in the least.
The only thing my ex offered me was stability, and after I was able to save up enough cash, I’d filed for divorce.
But never once, in all my years, had I felt so many butterflies in my belly at the idea of seeing Ross.
But with Mig, I felt like those butterflies could burst right out of my belly and take flight.
Even the idea of only spending some time with him had me bouncing on the balls of my feet.
The door to the office slammed shut behind me, and I turned to lock the door.
I never even saw the blow coming.
One second I was fitting the key into the hole of the lock, and the next my brain was exploding in agony.
***
Mig
“So,” Griffin called from his half of the office. “Have you fucked her yet?”
I held up the phone from underneath my ear and pointed it at him.
He started to laugh.
I was dawdling.
I’d completed the final papers for the annulment two weeks ago.
It was official yesterday.
I was now a free man, but I hadn’t made Jennifer leave.
We were living exactly as we had been…but I couldn’t find the nerve to tell her it was time to go.
I’d told her all about finding out about her affair.
She wasn’t even sorry.
Hell, I wasn’t sorry.
That didn’t make it any easier to kick a pregnant woman carrying my child out of the house she’d been living in.
I felt nothing for Jennifer. Absolutely nothing.