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)
“What the fuck?” I got myself bent over the end of the bed this time.
I’ve had more sex with my ex in the last three months than I did in the last two years when he was my husband. I had to muffle my screams in the bed because he was doing his best to outdo ‘Tim,’ and my poor cooter was paying the price.
I guess he had a lot of pent-up energy because when he was done, he dragged me off to bed and started in on me all over again. I hope that lonely bitch was home losing her damn mind.
“I’m staying the night.”
“The hell you are. Don’t you have a woman to get home to?”
“She doesn’t live with me. And can you stop throwing her in my face every second?”
Well, what do you know? He’s tired of hearing her mentioned. I had to live with that shit for the past three years. Buckle up, fruitcake; I’ve only just gotten started. “Take your dirty dick and get the hell on. I like sleeping by myself.”
“What about your precious Tim?”
“He doesn’t sleep here. I’m waiting to get the kids used to him first. Don’t want to rush things, you know.” Well, that did it. Now, my legs are bent all the way back to my ears, and the coot is getting the pounding of her life.
CHAPTER 5
Welp, I knew this day had to come sooner or later. “Callie!” I turned at the sound of my name. I’d know that fishmonger voice of hers anywhere. Why is it that when men cheat, they go low? Is it because no self-respecting woman with class would sleep with another woman’s husband? Or because these bottom-feeding skanks are all that are on offer?
I should make his ass pay for cheating on me with this thing with teeth and not finding someone up to my standards. I’m not sure if that makes it worse. Our mutual friends had dragged her for filth in the beginning and still do on occasion unless I shut them down, and he’s become kind of a joke for throwing me over for her.
Now, I don’t think looks are all that matter, which I guess was her point the one time she got through to me on social media to brag about how my upper-class upbringing and having the best of everything hadn’t saved me from her and she’d been able to steal my husband away. At least she knew she was not my equal and not because of her subpar looks or the fact that she comes from a lower socioeconomic background. But for the mere fact that she would stoop so low as to sleep with a married father of three.
Now, I never said a cross word to this woman for screwing up my life. Why? Because she didn’t take vows with me. I didn’t even give Justin a hard time; I grieved in silence until the day I gave him the divorce papers. By then, I had come to terms with the demise of my marriage and was already working on plan B.
No one knows how much I suffered in silence, but I knew that going off on a tangent wasn’t going to un-fuck her, and nothing was going to change the fact that my husband, the man I trusted my heart to, had betrayed me.
I could’ve stayed for the kids, but what good would that have been with me being unhappy and him running the streets because I was dumb enough to give him an easy pass?
The only time I ever spoke to this thing was the day she tried disciplining my son because he refused to acknowledge her presence, which led to her being trespassed from my property.
“What do you want? Are you stalking me again?” She would have to be. How else would she know that I was out running errands? I fixed my shirt so the hickey I’d been hiding in polite society was on full display and what do you know, that’s exactly where her gaze fell.
She puffed up like a blowfish and stomped her ass over to me. “Step back.”
“This isn’t your place; it’s public property, and I can go where I want.”
“Suit yourself, but a TRO is as easy for me to get in this town as a trespass.”
“Where’s Justin? He didn’t come home last night.” You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Where did this inbred ingrate get the audacity?
“He’s with his kids last I checked.”
“You think I don’t know you’re using your kids to get him back? You probably turned his phone off when he got there, too, didn’t you?” I smirked at her because she had yet to look away from my hickey. I wish she would twist her mouth to ask me where I got it, but on the other hand, now was not the time.