Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
We’d been married for decades when Geneva finally confronted me and said that she and Timmy wanted to “get serious.” Are you fucking kidding me? Timmy Latimer is a twenty-five year old gardener who’s been mowing our lawn since he was fifteen. Had they been fucking for a decade under my nose? God knows I haven’t touched my wife in years. My skin crawls at the thought of coming into contact with her dry, papery skin, not to mention those sharp knees and elbows. Better Timmy than me. But how will the young man support her? My wife is accustomed to the finer things in life, and mowing peoples’ lawns isn’t exactly a high-paying job.
Suddenly the fruit bowl in the center of the kitchen island is all I can see, and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand anything right now.
“FUCK!” I bellow.
Grabbing the basket, I pitch it forward with violence. It crash lands on the kitchen floor, the fruit spilling out. One solitary apple tumbles all the way to the living room, hitting the back of the couch before rolling to a stop.
Exhaling harshly, I drop my head and grip the countertop, taking a moment to let my new reality settle in. Geneva is gone, thank fuck. We’re well and truly divorced and I don’t have to tiptoe around her in my own home anymore, afraid of catching her en flagrante with her younger lover.
But then a gasp rings out and I lift my head to meet the startled gaze of my daughter’s best friend, Dani Hartford. We’ve known Dani for ages, and she used to be a chubby kid with thick, Coke-bottle glasses. But something’s changed over the last couple years, and the pudgy teen has morphed into a gorgeous, full-figured woman. Right now, the curvy girl’s casually dressed in a tight t-shirt stretched across her big breasts, along with very short shorts showing off her thick thighs and the sexy curve of her ass. Fuck. I’m hard as a rock just looking at her.
Dani bites her lip and blinks rapidly, startled.
“Oh, I’m sorry Dr. Lindstrom. I had no idea you were here.” She glances at the fruit rolling around on the kitchen floor. “Um, is everything okay?”
I bust out into a harsh fit of laughter, and Dani’s eyes go wide with alarm.
“Yeah, things are fine as you can see,” I manage in a rueful voice.
Dani nods.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says quickly. “It’s just that Chrissy and I are supposed to be having a girls’ night tonight. Do you know where she is? She hasn’t responded to my texts.”
I bark out another harsh laugh.
“It’s because Chrissy’s on a date,” I say. “She’s with that new boy she’s dating, Mack something? They’re probably fucking like rabbits at this very moment. Sorry,” I grind out. “Forgive my language.”
Dani blushes hotly.
“No, it’s totally fine.” She nervously bites her bottom lip, and I have the urge to kiss right where she’s got her white teeth sunk into that delectable pinkness. “Okay then. Well, I’ll just get out of here. Sorry for just walking in on you like this. Have a good night, Dr. Lindstrom!”
She takes a step back, but before I realize it, I step forward and seize her upper arm in my huge hand. She stops as well, looking down to where my fist encircles her bicep.
“Dr. Lindstrom?” the curvy girl asks in a faint voice. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“Yes, this,” I growl and before I know it, my mouth swoops down to cover her own. She resists at first, but then melts into my arms as those big breasts smash into my chest. Just as quickly, Dani pulls back, two spots of color on her cheeks.
“Dr. Lindstrom,” she whispers while staring into my eyes. “We can’t. You’re married.”
I shake my head slowly, watching as her décolletage rises and falls, those big breasts tempting me.
“No, I’m not,” I say in a harsh tone, nodding at the papers scattered on the kitchen counter. “The divorce has been finalized.”
Dani looks mystified. “You and Geneva are getting a divorce?”
“Not getting a divorce. We are divorced. Those papers finalized it, and it was a long time coming. But I have to say that Geneva and I haven’t been together for years, not in any way that counts at least. Did you know that she’s been fucking our gardener?” I laugh harshly. “What a damn cliche. Spoiled housewife fucks the gardener while her husband works long hours to support her lavish lifestyle.”
Dani’s hand rises to cup her mouth, her big brown eyes wide.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Dr. Lindstrom. That’s terrible.”
I shrug. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. We weren’t happy for a long time, so the gardener can have her. In fact, I haven’t touched Geneva in ages. We kept different bedrooms, did you know that? Yeah, after Chrissy was born, Geneva moved into a suite for added privacy. She was too busy for the baby, and too busy for me as well.”