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)
“Yes, I can, but we’ll get back to that later. I’m thinking I’ll do some digging to see if your ex-husband has any hidden investments or offshore accounts. We wanna make sure you and your girls get everything you’re due.”
“How did you know I had girls? Wait, did you use to be a lawyer or something?”
“I’m a little bit of everything, but listen. I’m thinking, while the divorce is going on, we’re gonna fuck with them.”
“How?”
That’s my girl. She sat forward in her seat, and her eyes were aglow. Vengeful little thing, and I do mean little. She’s all of five-three, five-four, curvy with a round ass and tits and a waist that dips in over her hips and makes a man think about holding onto them while fucking her from behind.
I can’t see why he’d leave her for my toothpick thin, whatever the hell she is, but to each his own. I keep losing my concentration which is a new thing for me. When you spend your life in the most dangerous jungles in the world, you learn to stay focused. I haven’t focused since her mic drop back at the hotel.
Well, you better start talking fast because you’ve been sitting here staring at her with your mouth hanging open like you’re about to feed. Well fuck! Don’t say feed and don’t say mouth; in fact, don’t say shit else.
“I’m going to open a daycare on-site for moms and dads who work at the company. You can bring your kids there while you work for me as my executive assistant secretary. That’s the first way we’re gonna fuck with them.”
“You’re going to open a daycare just so I can bring my kids to work?”
“Don’t worry about it; I’ve got the specs on everything; it will be done in a month. In the meantime, you look for staff. I want a doctor and a nurse on site. As well as the caretakers.”
“Hey, Bruce Wayne, what the hell are you talking about?”
“Haven’t you been listening, babe?”
“Do you know how crazy you sound right now? You don’t know me from Adam, yet here you are trying to convince me that you’re doing all this for me, a woman you just met. And I’m supposed to believe you when the man who I was married to for ten years….”
She broke down and just ugly cried, and I walked over and lifted her from the chair and sat with her in my lap. I didn’t say anything; I just let her cry it out. She sat up after a while and rubbed her eyes. “I’m sorry; I feel so stupid crying like this in front of you.”
“Don’t be. Crying is good, sweetheart. Do you know what tears are? They’re a cleansing, a purge. You’re releasing all that pain and sorrow. Tears are an expression of emotion. You cry when you’re happy; you cry when you’re sad. You cry at every pivotal moment in your life, and each of those tears serves a purpose.”
She nodded her head and then fell on my chest and cried some more. I folded the fist that wasn’t resting against her body and asked myself if maybe she was right after all and I had lost my mind. Maybe the long flight and the quick-change transition from one time zone to another had somehow thrown off my psyche.
Because how else would I explain the rage I felt because she was hurt? I’ve seen this pain before. Only she was handling it much better than my mother had. Mom had withdrawn, had disappeared into herself until one day, she just wasn’t there anymore.
They say it’s the pills that killed her, but I know my mother was dead long before that day. No, pull it back. It’s best you not go there, not now, not when she needs you. But soon, real soon.
“There’s something I have to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“The woman, your husband is having the affair with, she’s the daughter of the woman who’s married to my father.” She pulled back to look at me again, and I passed her a napkin to blow her nose.
“Your sister, stepsister?”
“No, she’s no relation to me. Her mother is just married to my father, that is all.”
“Isn’t this going to cause complications with your family?”
“I am the complications in my family. Not to worry. As heir apparent, I have lots of power.”
“We have to find you a good lawyer, but that’s almost too easy. Unless we find someone that does not mind playing our little game.”
“Little game?”
“Yes, the game of cat and mouse.”
“You have a real thing against cheating, huh.”
“Damn straight. Those two hurt my baby. Can’t have that. Finish your eggs, babe; they’re getting cold. I put her back in her seat, and we went back to eating.
Me plotting, and she looking at me side-eyed. I know she doesn’t believe a word I say, so I’ll have to prove it to her. I’ve got a few months of foreplay already planned out. “We need to talk custody.”