Chapter 3

CHAPTER3

Ilet him do me in the shower from behind and left his knees weak with my Kegel antics before it was time to see about my kids. “I’ll make breakfast.”

“That’s nice.” This fucker never boiled an egg in all the years we were married; now he’s Emeril Lagasse.

I stayed back to clean myself up while he left to get dressed. I wonder if that fool he was messing around with realized that half of his shit had made its way back into my closet. He’s been leaving his shit here like I wouldn’t notice, but I’ve got something for his ass.

I took my time getting dressed and was almost done when he came back into the bedroom.

“You look nice. Going somewhere?” I wonder where he got the nerve.

“Where are the kids?”

“The kids are up, fed, and dressed, ready to leave for the weekend. So, you going somewhere?”

“As a matter of fact.” I put on the last pair of diamond earrings he’d bought me as a push present when my youngest daughter was born and slipped my feet into the fuck me heels I was planning to wear.

I wasn’t dressed too sexy or anything, seeing as it was nine in the morning. But the almost hot pink outfit did wonders for my complexion. The silk blouse fit just right around my breasts and hugged my middle, while the underwire in my bra was working overtime.

I’d paired the top with silk palazzo pants that hugged my hips and flared off my ass down to my ankles. I finished myself off with a spritz of fuck me juice, aka perfume, and walked past him, leaving him in my bedroom looking like looptey- doo.

“Where are you going?”

“Why does it matter? Don’t you have to get back home?” I hadn’t told him that his bitch had called my phone looking for him after he turned his off. But I was sure she was going to have his ass as soon as he walked through the door. As long as my kids don’t come home with stories, we’re good.

Now, I know this clown very well, so I was very sure after kicking him out of my house that he was going to spy on me. That’s why I’d made the appointment with the contractor for five minutes after he left.

The doorbell rang right on time, and I wish I was the kind of woman to just drop her panties for anything with a dick because this man is fine as all get out. But too sad, I was in the middle of letting my ex breed me to put a monkey wrench in his shit, and I don’t want to muddy the waters. I’m no skank, after all.

“Oh, hi, right on time. Would you like a cup of coffee before we start?” Now, I’m not leading this poor man on; he just happened to get caught in the crossfire. Besides, I happened to know he was in love with his fiancée, who introduced us, so it was safe.

“That sounds great. Your home is gorgeous.”

“Thank you. Come right through to the kitchen we can set up in there. How’s Cindy?”

“She’s great. She went wedding dress shopping with her mom and mine this morning.”

“How fun.” I put on the coffee while counting down in my head. I didn’t make it to ten when my front door came busting open, and a storm blew in.

“What’s the matter? Did you forget something? Are the kids okay?” Butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.

It’s like I wasn’t even there. His whole focus was on this man who came here to work on my basement. “Justin Campbell, and you are?” He held out his hand to Jonathan, who took it with a pleasant smile. Poor thing, he doesn’t know our story and is completely unaware that he was caught in the middle of my drama.

“Campbell? Oh, I didn’t know you were married.” Jon turned a perplexed look my way.

“I’m not.”

“She’s….” I gave Justin a questioning look at his response. What the hell was he about to say?

“Shouldn’t you get back out there with the kids? I’ll walk you out. The coffee should be ready, Jon; help yourself.”

“Who is he? What’s he doing here?”

“He’s my new contractor. I’m thinking of doing something with the basement.”

It took him a minute to make up his mind about whether he should go or stay, I guess because he kept looking back at my kitchen.

“The basement? What’s wrong with the basement?” He was questioning me, but his eyes were still fixed on the doorway to the kitchen.

Now you know how it feels when someone else is sniffing after what’s yours. If I had been thinking, I would’ve hired an escort. Next time. As if I hadn’t fucked with his head enough for the day I went in for the kill.

“I realized that when Tim comes over, we disrupt the kids a lot. I figure I’ll turn down there into our little love den, a place for us to play when the kids go down for the night.” My ass, that’s going to be my craft room and a bigger play area for the kids, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“He’s still coming over here? I thought…”

“You thought what? Doesn’t what’s her face come to your place every day? She practically lives with you last I heard.” His mother stays telling me their business which is funny as hell. Last I heard, the two of them don’t get along, and if I know my mother-in-law, she lets her dislike be known at every turn.

He looked like he wanted to strangle me. This ass used to leave my bed in the morning and go Tomcatting around with that hag, but now he’s looking at me like I betrayed him. “You should leave. Haven’t you been gone too long already?”

I pushed him out my house and went back to my business.