Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Since returning home though I’ve come to learn so much more about him. Things that couldn’t be found in the gossip rags. I knew who he was that night of course, every female under eighty did. And I knew what being married to him could mean for a girl like me, but I had no idea, not really.
Money, power, respect, those things put you in a whole other category. Superficial yes, but it’s real. When we go out anywhere it’s amazing to see how everyone caters to him, and by extension, me.
I remember the day that first week back when I walked into a high end handbag store. I wasn’t looking like a bum, I never do, but I hadn’t been shopping yet and I guess my old wardrobe wasn’t up to par for Buckhead.
Chance had gone into some specialty shop for hundred dollar shaving cream and I’d made a beeline for the store which was right next door.
I was in the middle of explaining to the sales lady that I wanted to see a particular bag, while she was busy being a twat fungus and telling me how much it cost, meaning I couldn’t afford it. She refused to even take it off the shelf.
He’d come in unannounced and wrapped his arm around me, greeted her by name because I found out after the fact that he’d bought bags there for his mom, and given her hell. “My wife asked to see that one.” She fell all over her feet then after shooting me a look of disbelief.
We walked out of there with four bags, all bought from a different sales assistant of course. One who was now my personal assistant whenever I wanted something from the store.
He’d been so forceful, so protective, that my girly bits laid down at his feet. I’d sat on his dick in the back of the limo, which he said was more suitable for shopping. I always did like a man who could take control, or so I always thought. But this one likes to take me over completely and he does it with such ease. Damn!
Shit, this crypt keeper bitch was going on and on about the saintly ex and I just came on myself. One quick look showed the smirk on his face; he knew, he always knows. Damn.
I had twitchy parts and this bitch’s drone was making my teeth itch. I looked at Chance again to see if he was going to step in but he was doing that thing where he meticulously cuts his steak.
I know he does that shit when he’s concentrating on something, or studiously ignoring it. I just wasn’t sure which we were dealing with tonight. I’d come to know him very well in our little time together, and though he pretends to be all laid back and cool, he doesn’t miss shit. So I know he can see what troggy was doing.
Now this man has grown to me too over the past few weeks, and he knows I can only take but so much bullshit. He also knows my mouth hasn’t had a cover since the fifth grade because my mom had told him during one of their nightly phone calls where he pumped her for information.
When we got back home, and I’d freaked at the size of the house and the ritzy neighborhood he expected me to live in with the snooty ass women that looked at me like I was the help when I was out for my morning jog, he’d assured me that all will be well and that I’d get my bearings soon. He didn’t tell me that his mother was bat shit crazy though, because that shit might’ve tipped the scales.
“So you’re not gonna do anything?”
“Eat Alana.”
“…And Brittany was always well dressed for dinner, she was always very well put together, very much the lady.” She sniffed after this little recitation, which I supposed was for me.
I looked at him to give him one more chance. Now he was watching me like a cat with a mouse, as if he was waiting to see how I would handle her. Big mistake.
“And one thing about my daughter in law, she knew which silverware went with what dish.” Alright that’s it. I’ve had enough of her shit, she got one more chance to say some off colored shit to me and she was gonna get it.
“I ran into Brittany and her mother today. She’s still very upset over this whole business son. I don’t…”
“She was a skanky ho-bag who fucked everything on two legs and the jury is still out on the ones on four. And she was never your daughter in law, your son’s only had one wife…me. Now get the fuck out of my face with this shit.”
I didn’t turn around at the choking sounds coming from my husband. I was too busy watching his mother swallow her tongue as her eyes all but popped out of her head. These rich people really need to get a grip.