Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Look, I don’t start shit, never did, but I go for the jugular because I don’t like drawn-out war. Too costly and too time-consuming. Both of which I am very short on. I don’t know how the hell I keep racking up enemies left and right.
There was a new message from my new bestie, Jackie, informing me that Helen was going to be kept for observation overnight, which meant it was time to deal with her kid. My eight-year-old heart woke up, stretched, and yawned. As the Koreans say, ‘fighting.’
“Look, here comes the consequence- consequence- consequence- consequences of my actions chasing me right now.”
“What are you up to, Alyssa?”
“Why are you in my business?”
I sent off a text to Jackie. ‘Bail her out.’ “Look, here comes the consequence-lalala-lalala, hmmm hmmm hmmmm.” I sat back and rubbed my hands together, then got up to change out of the kickass Chanel suit my hubby had bought me.
I think this bastard had someone comb through my Pinterest boards because most of the things he’d bought and had packed for me to bring, I’m pretty sure could be found there. I’m not sure if to be impressed with his stalker ass or pull a Sleeping With the Enemy because, huh.
He hasn’t pulled any ‘no wire hangers’ yet, so I guess I’ll keep him. Now, I’m not poor by any means, but I could never shop like this. I had other things to do with my hard-earned cash, ergo the Pinterest wish boards.
“You know, I can get used to this money shit. And since certain people think I’m with you for the money, I say you should take me shopping. Gas up the jet, Fred, let’s go to Paris. I’m feeling Hermes.”
“Who the hell is Fred?”
“Flintstone, now move.”
He put the papers down and got to his feet to get his phone. I was only half joking, but this is the life. I sent off some pictures from the shoot we just did to the friend group where I had been exposing Denny and Lacey and called it a day.
Last I heard, Denny was losing his shit because I hadn’t said one word to him since the day before I left for my business trip months ago. Apparently, he’s telling everyone who would listen that I never loved him or I had been cheating on him with Garrett all along, among other things.
Speaking of which, Garrett finally got around to telling me how he got him fired, and apparently, there’s a morality clause in his contract which he broke, and I’m pretty sure Garrett used his money to grease those wheels of justice.
As for Lacey, apparently, her family has turned against her, and she’s got three months to get out of their house. I guess she didn’t see that coming, but I knew if I put pressure on Sherry by way of icing her out after years of true friendship, she’d go to bat with her highly conservative parents, who happen to love me, by the way.
Now, she has no way of reaching me because Garrett had made me scrub my social media completely and didn’t say why. All he’d say when I asked why I needed to get rid of all of them was, ‘trust me.’
I get the feeling he knows something I don’t. I’ve always known that it’s a cesspit of psychological warfare against humanity, but the way he acts, you’d think Beelzebub himself was running that shit.
Whatever, I haven’t been very prevalent on there since my teens, anyway, and tend to stick to group chats where I drop in once in a while. I haven’t spoken to my family in days either, which I know is eating them up, but that is the price I am making them pay for their sins.
I don’t plan on sending that letter to Corbin until the day before we’re due back because I want to be there to witness his suffering. My phone was going crazy after I posted the pictures, so I turned it off and went about my business while Garrett was talking to his people about this impromptu trip.
“You do know this is going to be another day-long flight, yes.”
“What’s your point? Are you about to deny me something? The honeymoon isn’t even over yet.”
“Of course not, my love; I’m just letting you know to bring everything you need to keep yourself happy.”
“All I need is my phone and your dick, I’m good.” His shadow didn’t move, so I turned to look at him. “Why are you standing there stuck?” He shook his head and went to get packed, which is what I was in the middle of doing.
“What are you and Jackie up to?”
“Why? What did you hear? Who have you been talking to?” I did my best Danny DeVito impression from the movie Matilda.