Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“You can always divorce me. I can spend your five million in about a week since your bitch seems to think I’m in it for the money.” The more I talked about this shit, the more pissed off I got. Sure, his end of things was innocent enough, but she’d spent the whole conversation trying to convince him that I was a gold-digging skank.
“Divorce is not an option.” He sounded pissed.
“Death is!” He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face like he was the one with the issue. I went back to packing because it was either that or smack him one.
He took his phone and wrote something before passing it back to me. “My wife is not happy with this conversation, so this is goodbye.”
“That’s it?”
“If I tell her anything else, she’d have everyone thinking that you’re an insecure little girl.”
“Yeah, she seems like the type, but do I seem like the type to care?”
“Please be understanding; try putting yourself in her shoes. All of our friends knew she wanted to get married, some people even accused me back then of stringing her along. Now I met you and married you in a matter of weeks, did an interview admitting that it was love at first sight. How do you think that makes her feel?”
Why is this my life? “Listen, let me make this easy for you since you seem to care more about her feelings than mine. Fuck off!” I walked around him and went to find my purse with my wallet and ID. Even if I have to hitchhike back to the States, I’m out of here.
“Completely irrational!” He said those words two seconds before I felt myself being lifted off my feet. “Okay, I won’t speak to her again, look.” He held his phone with one hand and me in the other. He blocked her number, and then, as we stood there with him holding me like a bag of potatoes, proceeded to block her on everything.
I was still pissed that he even talked to that bitch, so I was not about to let him off the hook that easily. I’ve been dealing with bitches all my life; I know how to play this game to win. “What kind of car does she drive?”
“I don’t know, I know she likes Range Rovers, it’s her dream car. Why?”
“Color?”
“If I remember correctly, white with black interior. Why are you asking me this?”
“That’s too cheap, G-Wagon, white with black interior and vanity plates. That’s the price you pay for offending me on my honeymoon.” His lips twitched and I was beginning to think that I had been too easy on him. “What’re you smiling about?”
He scrolled through his phone, “I’ve already ordered you one. The only thing is the interior is midnight blue, not black. Should I have them change it?”
“How did you know…? Never mind, you piece of shit.”
He had a picture of my dream car on the screen and there was some back and forth with the dealer that I didn’t bother to read because why would I? I wasn’t paying for it. “What should your vanity plates say?”
“What do you think it should say?”
“Hmm, let me think. Wifey? #1Girl? MINE?”
“You pick!” If he thinks his car is going to save her ass, he’s got another thing coming. How are men this damn blind?
Her whole conversation is all about me not being one of them. Is he sure I’ll fit in with their crowd? Why the hell would I want to do that stupid? If he wanted one of your crowd, he wouldn’t be here slumming with me.
I don’t mind her being a pick me, but when she starts making assumptions about me and implying that I am the very thing I hate, that’s where I draw the line. Now I have to decide if I want to destroy her kid’s whole life by telling her husband. Then again, she’s the one doing that shit, not me.
“How often do you see this Natalie person?”
“Often enough, I guess. Like I said, we’re part of the same circles, only I don’t do much socializing these days so it’s not as often as it used to be. Her husband is always with her, by the way.”
“I’m sure he was somewhere in the vicinity when she was texting you that shit, just as I was. You know what? This shit is pissing me off all over again. The disrespect. On second thought, I’ll deal with her myself.”
“Oh, for… what now?”
“I know her type. I’ll just steal all her friends and make her look stupid. Wait, you’re richer than her husband, right?”
“By a lot, yes. I don’t like that look.” I just snorted and went to finish getting ready for bed.
“I take it you’re not leaving.”
“Don’t push it, buddy. I’ll take your plane and leave you stranded here for who knows how long. Then you’ll have to wonder what surprises will be awaiting you when you get back home. Don’t roll your eyes at me. I have access to lots of money and your team. You’ll be wise to ask yourself if the brakes on your car are going to work.”