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 found a job many miles away and started over. At twenty-nine, I was still not too old to start over and I still looked good once I got cleaned up, but even I could see the dullness in my eyes. Justin had been my one true love.
I wish I had known that from the beginning; maybe I would’ve done things differently. Last I heard, he’d bought her a new house. An even bigger one with a gate and acreage. No way for me to get in there now since the walls were too high. That was one of the last things I learned about them from her socials before I was shut out.
My new thing was hanging out near gold courses at country clubs. I knew that a lot of wealthy elderly men hung around those places, so each weekend, I’d drive around to the few within a couple of hours from my new town.
It only took six months for me to find the right one. I’d spent those months listening in on conversations after singling out a few. There was one in particular that I was very interested in. He was old, older than the others, well into his seventies.
I accidentally bumped into him one day and made him spill his drink all over me. He was sweet enough to offer to pay the cleaner’s bill, and we had to exchange numbers, of course. I played it easy, just like last time, not rushing, taking it slow, but not too slow now, because he was old as dirt.
He must’ve been an okay-looking guy in his heyday, but these days, the years were starting to show. I didn’t care, though; I was more interested in his deep pockets, and from the Forbes list, he had some very deep ones, indeed, even more than Justin.
After our first conversation, he invited me out for drinks. I went but didn’t let things go too far that first night. It was on the fourth night that I pretended to let him talk me into letting him take me home. His home was massive, gorgeous, and even better than the one I had picked out for Justin and me to live in.
The first time I gave him some, he babbled on about some bullshit, and I knew I had him. What was it he said again? “I feel like David in his last days when they brought in that young virgin to warm his bed, only unlike him, I can still use my dick.”
And use it he did. For an old man, he liked to fuck. I’d hit the jackpot and was giddy with excitement. Greg, that’s his name, spoiled me rotten and I loved every minute of it. I remembered some of the bags Callie used to carry, some of the designers she was fond of, and started buying the same, with his money, of course.
I almost shit myself the day he proposed and didn’t even ask for a prenup. Life had finally been fair to me, and I couldn’t be happier. Sure, I had to take a lover as the years went on. By then, he was only good for a fuck at least twice a month, and a girl has needs.
He shouldn’t mind since he got to have me as his wife, a beautiful young thing on his arm to show off to his old buddies. Their wives hated me because they were all old and outdated, scared shitless that more like me would turn up and steal their husbands.
I fucked them too, just for kicks, because I knew their wives hated me, and it gave me such a thrill to screw their men behind their backs. It also got me more gifts, and what more can a girl ask for. There was no wife or girlfriend to steal him away from, but he had one bitch of a daughter whom he hated because she was fat and ugly, and Greg liked beautiful things.
The two of them fought almost every day until I banned her from the house because she was screwing with my time with the gardener. Each time her name was mentioned, Greg would have a fit and forbade me to even mention her in his presence again, which was fine by me.
I made sure she knew each time her Daddy bought me something new and extravagant, and I knew it was eating her up with envy, the fat cow.
Since she was his only child, I knew that with her out of the picture, I stood to inherit it all and was counting down the days to his demise the first time he caught a cold. But that fucker held on.
Now, it’s been eighteen years, and my time has come finally. The funeral was just today, and now it’s time for the reading of the will. I already had plans for the money I was about to make and could feel my juices bubbling at the thought of the hot young man I was going to buy myself to make up for the years of letting that old bastard drool all over me.