Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
But as an outsider looking in, I was still hard pressed to find where the problem was. If I didn’t know a little bit about their history, I would think this was the happiest house in town. That the people living here must have only days of sunshine and laughter, surrounded by all this beauty and luxury.
Downstairs in the garage were four luxury vehicles all less than a year old because as Cindy who’d been working for them almost every weekend for the past two years had said, they change their cars once every two or three years. And they were not on lease. Damn!
The house was state of the art everything from top to bottom. And unlike the new cardboard buildings that were going up everywhere. The ones that look big until you get inside and the rooms were matchbox size, the rooms here were very well situated.
There were six bedrooms five and a half bathrooms and a kitchen the size of a restaurant’s. As far as I’ve seen since coming here, there was nothing lacking.
Even the ex’s jewelry was top notch but according to Cindy she wouldn’t be getting anymore since his lawyers had taken very good care of him in the divorce.
This only added to the speculation that it was her who’d messed up. Even with the prenup there would’ve been no reason for her not to retain custody of the child. But he’d won there too.
My curiosity was killing me though. They made the ideal couple. She was fair and light with a statuesque physique, and he was darkly handsome and built all over. And after seeing him in his gym shorts, I mean all over. Yum.
They were both beautiful to look at, and except for the head banging thing and her bouts of screaming fits, all aimed at him I couldn’t say that she was a bad person. She hadn’t done or said anything untoward to me anyway.
Maybe because she didn’t see me as a threat. Why would she? She was gorgeous, had a knockout body for someone who’d given birth and seemed not to be a complete monster, like some women with wealth are prone to be.
We didn’t have much dealings with each other her and I. But from what I’d seen of her interactions with the child she seemed like a decent mother to me. Of course he was also a very good father, so there was nothing there to tell me what the heck had happened between those two.
As my mind was once again digging into these people’s business I got distracted by something. The walls in this house are so thick you can hardly hear a thing from one room to the next.
But because I’d left my door slightly open in case Lily who hasn’t been feeling well after dinner woke up, something was intruding.
I heard the raised voices again and got up from the bed to listen. I still couldn’t hear crap it wasn’t clear enough, just muffled and garbled sounds so my nosy ass got an idea and I eased the door shut.
I grabbed the empty water glass the maid had left on my nightstand with the pitcher of water next to it and put it between my ear and the wall.
Oh shit, this actually works. I listened in with heart racing thinking that I was finally going to get to the bottom of the drama. His low deep voice was smooth and unaffected, but his words weren’t.
“You’re not welcome. I allowed you to stay here until you get back on your feet, but there’s no reason for you to follow me to the beach house. That’s where I go to relax with my kid and having you around is far from relaxing.”
“You’re not being fair.”
“Your point? Who says I have to be? You’re the one who made this bed. Now you can lie in it, alone. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got a long day tomorrow. See yourself out.”
The next sound was the closing of a door and her retreating footsteps going down the hall. I returned to bed thinking over what I’d just heard. So, he was blaming her it sounds like, but for what, what was she guilty of?
At least it took a partial load off my chest. I’d hate to be attracted to a man who wasn’t deserving of it. Like if he’d cheated on her or done some other assholish thing that would automatically make him lose points with me.
Brandon
I picked back up the book I’d been reading before the ex came in here to bother me. She thinks I don’t know what’s behind this new idea of hers. She’d taken one look at Brielle and me in the pool together earlier and saw the signs.
She’d probably spied on us in the kitchen as well and drawn the same conclusion. I bet she’s surprised; I am too. Very surprised and yet pleased at the same time. It was the first sign of life my body had shown in a while.