The Other Woman Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?”

“Just stay out of her way.” I turned to go into the nursery to make sure the kids were tucked in alright, and a blaring noise like a foghorn blared in the air.

“What the hell is that?” I jumped back away from the door. Just then, Susy came running and did something on her phone to turn it off before going inside to settle the baby, who had been disturbed.

“Susy, what the hell is that?” Her brother asked.

“It’s an alarm; I told you, she’s not getting near them.”

“Well, what’s the point of them being here then?” I finally snapped.

“They’re here to see their piece of shit, dad, not the homewrecker who destroyed their safety net. You’d do well to stay out of my way. My dad is just itching to call that lawyer and have your rights revoked. You know who’s stopping him? Take a wild guess. Rachel. She’s a saint. I’d have poisoned your ass already. You and this bitch. If you were gonna cheat, shouldn’t you have done better? Damn, all that college money is just wasted on you.”

She walked by us again. “Doug, do something. I won’t spend the whole weekend like this.”

“Bitch bye! Doug, I’m hungry. Order me something to eat and tell that to stay the hell out of my way.” I’ve never met a more disgusting person in my life.

“You don’t expect me to reward your bad behavior do you?”

“Why not? Didn’t you reward hers?”

“Why are you so bent out of shape about your brother’s and my relationship? Even Rachel didn’t act like this.”

“That’s because Rachel, my dear, is too much of a lady. I’m not. I have not reached that setting in my programming yet. But I don’t think I’ll ever be lady enough to accept trifling man poaching troglodytes like you. Bitch, be gone and stop yapping at me.”

“I already told you these are the languages I do not speak. Slut, bitch, twat waffle, and homewrecking hag. You’re not playing happy family with the kids Rachel labored to bring into this world. I’m here all summer. Doug, I’m hungry, or I can call dad to bring me something. He’d really like that.”

She’s freaking mental, and he’s a coward who left to get his phone to order her something to be delivered when I’d made us a perfectly good dinner. Tonight was supposed to be our night. We were supposed to sit down and plan after we’d put the kids to bed together. She’d just ruined all of my well-laid plans.

RACHEL

If I smoked, I’d reach for a cigarette, but I couldn’t feel my lips or anything else on my body anyway, so it was a moot point. I’ve heard the term well-fucked before but never imagined it relating to me.

I couldn’t move for the first few seconds after the third round of sex and seriously thought he had put me out of commission. I didn’t complain when he lifted me from the bed and started walking toward the bathroom; I just sort of curled into his chest and let him do as he pleased.

He washed me in the shower, like leaned me against the wall and washed me from head to toe. All of this was done without a word. I’d realized when we were in bed that he touched me with a sort of reverence that made me feel more special than I had since my first year of dating my ex-husband, even more so.

When we left the shower after he got cleaned up, he sat me in front of the vanity and brush-dried my hair with the blow dryer. I was in awe. Jacob is a big guy. Six-four, perfectly built with muscles in the right places and he looks like a wet dream.

I’m not going to lie; he’s the hottest of all of Doug’s friends, something I didn’t let myself notice or ponder in a disrespectful way because, well, I was married. Now, I was scarily hopeful as I watched him in the mirror as he tended to my hair.

His own black tresses were wet, his chiseled cheekbones pronounced, and those startling ice-blue eyes with specks of diamonds in the irises were intent on his hand as it moved the brush through my hair.

“So, does this mean….” My voice didn’t sound like my own, but I needed to ask.

“What do you think it means, sweetheart?” I shrugged my shoulders because I was too afraid to guess.

“I told you; I wanted you the first time I laid eyes on you. I’m taking it slow, moving at whatever pace you set for now because I know you’re still raw. If sex was all I wanted from you, no scratch that. I want all of you. I want you, your kids with him, our kids, and the rest of your life.”



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