Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I’d learned all of his likes and dislikes, but apparently, he’d done them all with her, and it made him feel a certain way to do them with anyone else. I should’ve known then that his weak ass was still in love with her, but that wouldn’t be the first time now, would it?
All the others proclaimed love for their girlfriends or fiancées, but that didn’t stop them from fucking me. But with him, it seemed different, it seemed…real. Like he really did love her at some point. So what the hell was he doing fucking me?
It wasn’t long after that he told me that I was just a release he needed, that to him, I wasn’t really a whole person; I was nothing more than a hand he would’ve used to jerk off. He didn’t say it in so many words, but that is what it boiled down to.
I couldn’t believe this fucker looked me in the eye and told me this shit. He had the nerve to thank me for showing him what he was missing and went so far as to wish me luck with the rest of my life. Who the fuck does he think he is?
It was all of that and more that had sent me to the back of her property that night. I’m not sure what I was going to do that night. I’d been sitting down the street from her house with an eye on the place when I saw the kids being picked up by their grandparents.
I expected him to leave then, but he didn’t; he stayed in there with her and that made me sick to my stomach. So sick I had to open the car door and throw up. I was mad and had lost my mind for a minute, which is what I tried telling the stupid lawyer and judge later.
It had to be that because why else would I have gone onto her property knowing that I’d be in trouble if caught? Because I didn’t think I would get caught. I had never been before. She would’ve said something if she knew I was driving by her place and Justin never mentioned it.
I think the shock of seeing them together, the way he was so different with her. He touched her like she was the most precious thing in his world, whispered in her ear the way he never did with me. Her cries of pleasure, why did they sound so intimate? Like to long-lost lovers who knew everything about each other and just where and how to touch, they moved together right in front of me, and it was too much.
Maybe that’s when I gave myself away, I must’ve made some sound or the other. But I was almost certain that she’d looked right at me as if she knew I was there, even though the Tiki lights she’d lit didn’t reach the far corner of the fence where I stood on the stone I’d dragged there.
I still thought all was well, that there was no way she had seen me, but that was until the next day when I was arrested at work, no less, and taken to the precinct for breaching the terms of the trespass.
Everything went to hell after that. I lost my job because of the arrest and the impending case. News spread like wildfire and I still don’t know how that happened. But even after the case where I only got community service and a fine, I didn’t give up on the two of us getting back together.
I’d put too much work into the relationship and stood to lose too much if I gave up now. So I amped up the phone calls and texts, only for him to give me the brush-off. I staked out his apartment only to learn that he was hardly ever there because he had practically moved back in with her.
I couldn’t go to the job either. The last time I tried, the security guard who used to flirt with me looked at me like I was a stranger and threatened to have me arrested if I didn’t leave. I couldn’t fight for my job on the grounds that there was a clause in my contract that stated arrest with reason enough for immediate termination.
I was going to be out of money soon. I could no longer afford the high-rise apartment I had to rent to keep up appearances. I’d stopped saving once I trapped Justin in my web and was only waiting days to move into his place where I wouldn’t have even the burden of rent on my shoulders.
All of my money went to buying new clothes and all those things that make a girl pretty and desirable. I figured since he’d spent so much money on her in the divorce, he would be doing the same for me. I was sure that he was so hooked on my pussy that he would do anything to keep coming back for more, so I didn’t take the usual precautions.