Chapter 14

CHAPTER14

“Home at last. Aren’t you going home?” We’d driven back to the house from the airport in his car and brought the bags in now, all I wanted was a long hot shower and my bed alone. I’d screwed him enough on vacation to last at least a month, but he was still on my ass.

I’m not sure what his deal is, but I’ve told him more than once that he can’t change the baby’s parentage by fucking me each time he blinked. My tits were already filling in nicely, and he was even more fascinated. Of course, I used that to my advantage.

My tops keep getting lower and lower, and I slap his hand away each time he tries to cop a feel unless I’m in the mood, that is, then I let him have free rein.

“I’m staying, and before you argue, it’s too late, and I’m tired.”

“Suit yourself; I’m going to take a shower; you can sleep in one of the guestrooms.” I knew damn good, and well, he was going to whine his way into my snatch, which is exactly what I wanted.

Now, I used to be a compassionate person. I lived by the rules and did my best to be a decent human being after his affair and our divorce not so much. I had purposely let it be known when we were arriving back in town and had done everything but give them a gate number.

Anyone with half a brain only had to put the pieces together to figure it out. I got the idea when I watched her on the third day of our vacation going back and forth in her car in front of my house. She didn’t come onto the property, but she did that every day we were gone.

I decided to give her a little souvenir from our trip, that’s why I didn’t say anything when I saw her at the airport. Justin wasn’t even looking; he was too busy making sure we had all our bags and that I was comfortable after the long flight.

I played it up when he stood right there at arrivals and rubbed my lower back, which I claimed was aching. When he kissed my forehead, I thought she was going to break character and show herself, but I pulled him away before she could do that.

I stepped out of the shower and took my time with my bedtime routine before entering the master bedroom. I’d heard the shower in one of the guestrooms while I was taking care of my face, so I knew he, too, had taken a shower after our long plane ride.

I pretended disinterest when I walked back into the room and found him there lounging on my bed in his pajama pants. “It’s kinda stuffy in here.” It was not, but I needed an excuse to open the window and give myself a chance to see if she was still out there.

I asked Alexa, the nosy bitch to play a particular song and turned up the volume, then, as if I wasn’t just complaining about being tired, started to dance. Nice and slow, in front of the open window, with I’m Every Woman playing on full blast.

“Somebody’s in a mood.” He left the bed and came over to me, wrapping his arms around me, and I gave in and let him kiss me. Not that it was a hardship; his kisses are amazing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and turned so that there was no way he could see her out there, but all the while knowing she had a front-row seat.

I didn’t stop him when he lifted my nightgown over my head, didn’t stop him when he walked me backward to the bed, and I definitely didn’t stop him when he spread my legs and went down on me, though I knew she couldn’t see that part. I doubt she could hear my screams of pleasure over the music, but whatever, I’d forgotten her by my first orgasm.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, my plan is to annihilate this trick in every way possible. I don’t just want her to feel what I felt; I want her to have it worse because I never set out to destroy her the way she did with me.

I knew she was jobless, living with her parents, and broke, but that wasn’t enough. For the rest of her life I want her to remember everything I’m about to do to her. Why? Because for the rest of my life, she’s going to be the woman who came between my husband and me.

If I have to live the rest of my life with her in the shadows, always a specter in one of the worst experiences of my life, I’ll be damned if she gets to move on to the next one without repercussions.

I have no doubt that a wretch like her could get back on her feet with little effort, but I didn’t plan on giving her that chance. I want her scabies-ridden ass to know that some people shouldn’t be fucked with. I’m not sure where people got the idea that wealthy women are dumb, but I wasn’t born under a damn rock. Not only that, but I have kids to think about if not myself, and there was no way I was going to let Justin get away with taking anything away from them. As for him, his suffering has only just begun.

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THE BITCH

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That bitch!That filthy disgusting bitch! I got out of my car and started walking toward their house but remembered in the nick of time not to step onto her grass. I was confused for a minute and nothing came together in my head. No two thoughts would stick, and I felt panicked and out of my depth, something I never experienced before.

By the time I made it back to my car, the world was spinning, and I wanted to puke again. I sat there with my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out as I tried to catch my breath, but it didn’t help.

I grabbed my phone and tried calling his number, but it didn’t even go to voice mail. How could he do this to me? How could he make me suffer the humiliation of going back to her? I thought it was bad when she first announced that she was pregnant, but this feels like a different kind of hell.

I’d already seen them together, so I don’t know what made this different. But it felt different. It felt like a slap in the face, especially with that song playing in the background. It was as if she knew I was there, but I knew there was no way she could since I hadn’t been on their property, and I had made sure to stay out of sight while at the airport and had stayed two cars behind on the way back here.

I looked toward the open window again and could only imagine what they were doing in there. I’d seen him dance with her, seen him kiss her before they disappeared. The pain was unbearable, like hot coals in the pit of my stomach.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw the lights behind me and realized there were two cops coming up behind me. When they parked and got out, I almost shit myself. If I get another citation, it would be bad for me not only in this town but anywhere I go to get a job in the country.

How did they know I was here? I’ve been doing this for months, and no one ever did or said anything, so why now? I rolled down the window when the knock came. “Good evening, officer. What can I do for you?”

“We received a complaint about a strange car in the neighborhood. License and registration.”

“I was just about to leave, officer. I was just doing some work on my phone.” My heart was beating so loud that I heard it. He took my information and, thankfully, only let me off with a warning and sent me on my way.

Does this mean that I can’t hang out there any longer? Will my car be reported every time I show up from now on? But how was I supposed to get close to Justin now? I wasn’t allowed at my old job and he was never at his apartment. This is the only place where I stood a chance of getting to him. Now, it seemed like I was going to lose this as well. It’s not fair. None of this is fair.