Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
‘I know she’s gon fuck it up. I just know it.’
You hush; I’m not going to mess up anything.
After Marcus got between me and his father the other man tried talking to him. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t just cut me out of my family’s business. I’ve worked my ass off here for years…. When did you and the old man plan this, huh? Is this part of your revenge for what happened to your mother? It happened; get over it, grow up.”
Whoa! Marcus’ sinister smile was way scarier than his Dad’s. He leaned over and said something in his Dad’s ear that had him turning white, and before he could say or do anything more, a door that I hadn’t noticed opened, and Carl walked out.
“Mr. Devereaux.” He held out his hand, indicated the elevator doors, and stared at the older man until he turned and left.
“You, okay?” Marcus came to check me over. “Did he hit you?” Why would he ask that?
“No, no, he didn’t; he just got in my face a little.”
“You’re not shaken or anything? That’s my girl.” He kissed the top of my head and started to walk back into his office. Carl, the woman below this floor, fire her.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s going on?”
“He wasn’t supposed to get past the secretary beneath you. No one is without your authorization.” I can read between the lines. He was letting me know that there was no way for Paul or Melanie to get to me.
PAUL
“How do they know each other?”
“I don’t know. This doesn’t make any sense. Justine’s field is medicine; she isn’t a businesswoman. Why would she take the job? And where the hell are my kids?”
“Forget about your damn kids; this is serious. We could both lose our jobs.”
“What? Why? There’s no morality clause that keeps us from being together at the company. I checked.”
“No, but Marcus IV hates cheaters.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Isn’t he your brother? So what if we’re seeing each other? My divorce will be final soon anyway.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I told you, I was looking for a way, but since she pulled that stunt, I no longer have to. Everyone saw how she acted; no judge in the world would give her custody. My lawyer is just trying to figure out how to get out of alimony, and then it’s a go.”
“Great, that’s awesome. I was growing tired of sneaking around.”
“Yeah, me too.” This should be perfect. Justine had given me the perfect excuse to file for divorce, and yet, I find myself hesitating. Not because I don’t love Melanie and want to be with her, but because something feels a little off.
I’d spent the weekend celebrating the fact that my ex-wife had shot herself in the foot. I’d thought of her as my ex for a while now; I just never got around to telling her that. Why would I? She was still the hottest pussy I’ve ever had, and that was including Melanie’s.
I had a whole year of running between the two women. One thought I was in the middle of a divorce, and the other had no clue that I was seeing someone else behind her back. I had the best of both worlds there for a while, but it’s like they say: all good things must come to an end.
The strange thing, though, is that is the Justine I knew and loved, the Justine I married. I loved that fire of hers that would make her fly off the handle and square up with anyone.
Not the suburban housewife with the three brats that were always vying for her attention. That night was the first time in years that I had seen that fiery passion on full display, and it brought back so many memories.
I’d gone by the house with the kids after the babysitter left the hotel that night but she wasn’t back yet. I’d had no choice but to take them to my mom’s place. I kept calling and driving by, but there was no answer, and she hadn’t come home.
I ended up going back to Melanie’s place because she needed comforting after the embarrassment of that night, and besides, I was already caught, so what was the point of going home to an empty house?
I called every chance I got, but there was no answer, and her cards hadn’t been used anywhere. For a moment, I thought she had done the unthinkable, and that shook me up a little, but there were no reports on the news about any accidents or suicides, so I had no idea where she was.
After a bender on Saturday night, I spent the rest of the weekend high on booze and drugs. It felt so free, so liberating not to have to worry about a wife and kids when I could be free and unencumbered.