Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Some of you may know who I am; some of you don’t. That man over there, he’s my husband, at least until I divorce his ass in the not-too-distant future.” I pointed him out in the crowd, and what do you know? His side bitch was caught in the crosshairs and was trying to slide out of frame.
“Not so fast, Melanie; don’t leave his side now. You were there when he caught the STI he passed on to me, you grimy bitch; you can be there to see the end result.”
She looked like a deer caught on somebody’s windshield. “Now, good people, I’ve been married to that piece of shit for ten years, the best years of my prime. I’ve been at home raising our kids and keeping our home together because that’s what he wanted.”
“The degree I worked hard for is molting away on a wall in my house without use because he said he wanted to be the man who took care of his family. Now I know he was just threatened by me and isn’t man enough to have a wife who can make more than him, even in his corporate job. That’s on me.”
“I never cheated, never disrespected him, and even put up with his hag of a mother who should’ve swallowed before birthing that cunt she saddled me and the rest of the world with.”
More noise and more whispers, but I wasn’t about to stop now. Oh shit, who the hell told me to mix champagne with vodka? I know from my college days that drinking anything after hard liquor turns me into my bitchy twin.
I came here to expose their affair, not act the damn fool. Too late for that shit. My twin brother, who lives inside my head, was ready to rip and roar. Justice is a mean drunk. We decided, my family and I, that he was a boy because his ass was too much, even for women who had seen and done it all.
I know when Justice starts tickling at the edges of my mind that some off-colored shit is about to go down, but there’s nothing I can do about it because he does not take direction from me.
If there’s one thing Justice hates, it’s being told what the fuck he can and cannot do. So I held the mike and hoped for the best.
“As I was saying. My husband likes to fuck me up the ass with a pogo stick. Do you think that skinny bitch over there could take a pogo stick up the ass? No, she cannot, so tell me then why after ten years of letting him fuck me up the ass with a Pogo stick, he would cheat on me with that skank.” What the fuck, Justice?
People started laughing like my life was a joke, but at least they were looking at his freaky ass now. If there’s one thing Justice likes, it’s an audience. He loves nothing better than showing his ass and leaving me to pick up the pieces.
“Oh, and the best part is after he’s fucked me up the ass with the pogo stick, he likes me to sit on his face ass first, so that means, my dear, that you have been licking my ass juice off his face for a year.”
Now, the room was filled with laughter and people talking behind their hands. I got down off the podium and walked towards the lovely couple. “Jus…” That’s all my ex-Paul got out before I reached out and touched his bitch.
Open hand, right across the cheek. When he tried to help her up off the floor, I got him in the nuts with my knee. Now, they were both down. “Stay down there where you both belong.”
Just then, the final act of my show showed up. The babysitter with his three kids and their overnight bags. “Daddy!” They came running when they saw him.
“Pay the babysitter, and it’s your weekend. Not at my house, though; you can find somewhere else to go.” I walked out the door without a backward glance and headed for my car. I got a plane to catch.
MARCUS
“Who is she?”
“That’s the VP's wife. I think. What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but that woman is hot.” Who the fuck in their right mind would cheat on her?
Looks like I came home at the right time. Guess that means I can let Grandpa off the hook for disrupting my life. I watched the hot blonde slap the shit out of my stepsister and then deboned her husband before saying something to them.
“Are those her kids?”
“I think so.” Even the corporate lackey my grandfather, had saddled with me looked confounded. That’s what happens with these yuppy types; they get lost when they see a real woman in the wild.