Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
The fear receded a bit but the calculation shone bright. “Forbes five hundred of course.”
“And where’s your little friend?”
“You mean my sister. She left on Monday after your remarried your wife.”
“So how did it work, you two took turns following her around before you came to work for me? And which one of you made the phone calls to my wife telling her that I was a cheating fuck?”
“That would be me.”
She didn’t seem especially afraid so I’m guessing she had no idea who the fuck she was dealing with. I looked at her for a few seconds giving serious thought to throwing her out the nearest fucking window.
“Have you any idea what I will do to you for what you did to my life, to my fucking wife?”
“What can you do? Nothing happened, no laws were broken. We just a made a few calls and drove down the street.”
The diabolical bitch smirked at me. “Yeah? What about these?” I threw the rest of the report I’d kept hidden until now across the desk at her.
Apparently she and her sister were in the habit of targeting rich men and moving in for the kill, destroying whomever they had to-to get their way.
They’d been very successful thus far. In fact in the last five years they’d blazed a path from one end of the country to the next, conning foolish men who really were either cheating or up to some other vice that was sure to land them in trouble.
“Where did you get those?”
“Never mind that, I hear the door, that would be the cops. Consider yourself lucky that I called them and didn’t take care of it myself.”
And the only reason I wasn’t burying her ass in the woods somewhere was because of the daughter I was expecting in a few months.
I ignored her pleas, which turned into swearing and threats that meant fuck all to me as they dragged her away.
Now that that was done I have to go home and tell my wife that she was right. That someone had deliberately set out to destroy our home.
28
I didn’t stay much longer at the office but went back home to her. I decided on the way there not to tell her now. Not on the day we found out she was pregnant. I didn’t want anything marring her joy.
So instead I went home and found her sitting on the bed looking at that stick with a mountain of magazines and papers spread out around her.
“Hey, you’re back did something happen?”
“Nothing happened baby everything’s fine. I just wanted to spend this day with you. Did you call the doctor and set up an appointment?”
“We have one tomorrow. I was going to call you later and tell you, but you’re here.”
“What’s all this?” I pointed to the mess on the bed.
‘These are all the magazines and stuff I collected when we were trying before.”
“Let me get changed and I’ll join you.” I walked into the closet and changed out of my suit for more suitable at home clothes before joining her on the bed.
We spent hours going through magazines where she complained that the shit she was into a year ago was no longer in fashion. I never knew there was a fashion for babies but what the fuck do I know.
Of course I fucked her again in the midst of all her magazines and then I made love to her nice and slow because I couldn’t get enough of her sweet pussy.
She was hungry for me too, clinging to me, wanting me close all day. I’m glad I’d made the choice to come back but was a little peeved at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me you wanted me here with you?”
“I didn’t want to be a bother, you’re busy.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t think for me.”
“I didn’t think…”
“Listen to me, look at me. You are the most important thing in my life, nothing else comes before you and this little one, nothing.” I placed my hand on her flat stomach and caressed her there.
“I don’t care how busy I am if there’s something you need I want you to tell me. Do you need to read your contract again?”
“No thanks.” She hates that thing. I don’t blame her. It pretty much says I own all of her for the rest of her life, but what she seemed to miss is that I’ve also bound myself to her as well.
I didn’t tell her about Dana until a few days later but once she was assured that the situation had been taken care of, she pretty much dropped it. She had baby fever and dragged me into it along with her.
We spent the next few months rebuilding our lives but the added bonus of the baby pretty much overshadowed everything else so there was no time to dwell on the past.