Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
We’d pooled our resources and came up with a plan. Nobody thought it would work since the economy was for shit, but we stuck it out nonetheless. Now things were going pretty much the way we imagined, even better.
We’d bought up houses and land when everything went bust, now we were selling or renting those shits for a premium in three states. Our big payday came when a plot of land we bought was in a hotspot. Some hotshot outfit wanted it to put up shopping malls or some shit and Craig, one of my guys had the great idea to sell it at a lower price and get a cut of the deal.
Now we own twenty percent of that shit and when we crunch the numbers, we’ll be in the black for a good long while. It hadn’t been easy getting the deal, but they caved when we stood firm and told them to get fucked if they didn’t give us what we wanted. I guess they wanted it bad enough.
That’s how I met Casey. She was the daughter of the head guy in charge, a trust fund baby of all things. Never in my fucking life would I have thought I’d ever go there. Too fucking high maintenance. Add the fact that she was a fucking knockout and I had a good ten years on her, I wasn’t even remotely interested in going there. But damn, she wore me down and as they say the rest is history.
The reason I can’t be with her twenty-four seven is because of my kids. Kids don’t understand divorce and shit, and the fact that me, and their mother still live under the same roof is a whole lot confusing. They’re both old enough to know that mommy and daddy don’t sleep in the same bed anymore, and since I don’t lie to them, they know the fuck why.
Her ass is on a cot in our daughter’s room, fuck if I was gonna give up the bed I worked so hard for to her cheating ass, fuck that. But here lately she’s been heating up her campaign to win me back.
The holidays are around the corner and she’s feeling family again. I can’t have the one I want in my house putting up the tree and doing all the shit the kids like to do around this time, and I can’t see fucking up their lives any more than it already is, so I’m toeing the line for now.
Her time is almost up anyway and I hope to fuck she’s spending it looking for a place to live and not wasting all her energy trying to win me back. I don’t see how she could’ve known me all these years and not know that she was dead to me; that I would never ever forgive what the fuck she did. Scratch that, I could forgive but no way in hell was I ever going to forget. She could get fucked.
Chapter 3
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My ex, Christine, doesn’t know about Casey yet. I’m waiting to introduce her to the kids. But I think my ex suspect there’s something going on. She didn’t hear it from me because I don’t grunt more than two words to her a day.
I could’ve shot the asshole judge for letting her stay in my house this long. This is how people end up buried in the fucking backyard, because every time I see her, I want to shoot the fuck.
Not that I’m still hurt over what she did, I got over that shit over a year ago. It don’t take much for me to move the fuck on. You screw me over we’re done, plain and simple, I don’t do do-overs. I won the kids in the battle because I had a kick-ass lawyer who threw the book at her, and a judge who was once in service himself. All he needed to hear was about her carrying on in front of my kids while I was putting everything on the line and that was enough.
Christine wasn’t too happy with the way things turned out obviously, but she had no one to blame for her lot but herself. I know she’s using the judge’s orders to fuck with me, but I’m watching every move she makes just waiting for her to slip the fuck up. That shit came with stipulations, one wrong move and she’s out on her ass I don’t give a fuck.
I’d already spent days and nights making sure my kids understood that daddy and mommy were through, but they will always be my first priority. I believe in showing more than saying, so that’s where we’re at.
I feel bad about stringing Casey along but she said she understood. I don’t know how long that shit’s gonna last because that girl can be a bit volatile. If her ass ain’t bipolar I don’t know what is.