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Helping Him Out
Helping Him Out
Madilyn
I hope Jason likes this tie I got him. I think blue looks wonderful on him.
“Miss Montgomery, Mr. Baxter isn’t in his office right now.”
Looking at Jason’s secretary, I rolled my eyes. The old bat hates me, all because she thinks I stole Jason from Isha. I
didn’t. He told me he wasn’t in love with her, that she begged him to marry her because she was lonely, and he felt bad for
her. I mean really, no man wants to be with a short, fat girl. Especially one that looks like Jason.
I remember when I saw him for the first time. Daddy brought me to the first meeting with Jason. I wanted to go
shopping, but he told me he needed my help looking at houses. I was prepared to be bored out of my mind. Until we
walked into Jason’s office and there he was. Standing powerfully by his desk, a dazzling smile on his face. His brown hair styled perfectly. He had a blue suit on with a white shirt underneath. I noticed he didn’t have a tie, and the first two
buttons on his shirt were undone. He was so handsome.
I saw the wedding ring on his finger and I was so disappointed. When my father introduced us, his eyes looked me up and down, and I saw the interest. I mean, I’m gorgeous, so it was no surprise.
My father and he talked a lot. He even brought me into the conversation, and I put my two cents in about how the
bathrooms should be.
When my father asked for directions to the bathroom, that left Jason and me alone.
I boldly asked him about his marriage. And that’s when he told me everything. He asked for my number and I gave it to him. We texted a couple of times, then I saw him during a meeting with my father at a lunch. I played footsie with him
under the table. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and after a few minutes I did too. That was the first time we
were intimate. He took me up against the wall in the women’s bathroom. It was hot and exciting. Going back to the table
was a little tricky as I knew I must look wrinkled, but daddy didn’t pay any attention to me. Jason had gone back first and he looked impeccable.
So began our affair. I’d meet him at the office, we would go to lunch and then a quickie in his car. Or he would bring me to
his office, and we would have s*x on his desk, or chair.
I sighed heavily at the memories. Jason’s secretary eyed me. I just rolled my eyes at her. She clicked some buttons on her computer, then got up to do whatever it was she needed to do. I watched her walk away and then went to Jason’s
office and snuck in. I’ll just wait here for him.
I put the box that had Jason’s tie on his desk, then sat in his chair and looked around. My eyes froze on a picture frame of him and Isha. It was a picture of them outside a courthouse. Their cheeks pressed together, smiling as they held the marriage certificate in their hands. I scoffed and slapped the picture frame onto the floor.
I turned in his chair and faced the desk that I was just bent over last week. Curious, I started going through his desk drawers. In the second one, I found a yellow folder, so I opened it. These were his divorce papers. Why were they still in his desk? He should have filed these yesterday. He promised. I narrowed my eyes. I looked.through his desk drawers again until I found a manilla envelope. I stuffed the papers inside. I obviously had to take charge. Jason was probably too busy.
I left his office, his secretary gasping as I opened the door and walked by her.
“I put Jason’s gift on his desk. You better learn to treat me right. When I become Mrs. Baxter, I will not tolerate your disrespect. I will make Jason fire you.”
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“Good luck with that sweetheart, I’m about to retire. You’ll be dealing with someone new next week.”
“Good,” I said.
I quickly left. I hopped into my car and drove to the lawyer’s office that was on the papers. I parked my car in front of Myers and Associates, and walked in confidently. I came to a receptionist’s desk and smiled at the older lady behind it. Reading her nameplate, I greeted her.
“Hello Margaret. I’m Madilyn Montgomery, Jason Baxter’s PA. He asked me to drop these papers off with his lawyer, Mr. Howard Myers. He asked that they be processed immediately.”
“Alright, I will give them to Mr. Myers right away. Thank you.”
I smiled brightly at her. I took my phone out of my bag and dialed my father as I walked to my car.
“Madilyn,” he said, tersely.
“Daddy, stop being mad at me. Jason has filed for divorce. I personally gave the paper to the law office myself. He’ll be officially divorced in one month’s time. Isha didn’t contest, so there’s no need to go to court. He told me he never loved her daddy. You can’t punish us for falling in love.”
“You went about it the wrong way, Madilyn. You became the other woman. You should have waited until he was divorced.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” I said, with a whine. I knew if I apologized enough, he’d give in. He can’t resist me. I am his only child.
“I am throwing a dinner party tonight, and I am inviting some old friends. I need you here to host.”
“Can I bring Jason?”
He signed heavily. “Yes, that’s fine. Do you remember Dawson Becks?”
“Yes, he’s the son of your old Army buddy Patrick Becks.”
“Yes, well, Patrick and his wife Aria have arrived in town, and they will be there, with Dawson and some of his friends. Do
you have any girlfriends you can invite tonight?”
“Well, I’ve only made two since moving here. Starla and Cheyenne.”
“Oh, those two, well, ask them to come. We need some more females.”
“Okay daddy. Isn’t Dawson a former military man too?”
“Yes, he’s a former Navy SEAL and so are his buddies. I need you on your best behavior tonight. And tell your friends to dress conservatively. This will be a dinner, not a night out at a club.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Seven o’clock Madilyn, I’ll need you here at six-thirty.”
“I’m going to need a new dress, daddy, can you turn my card back on?”
“Fine. Behave Madilyn, I mean it. No more surprises.”
“I hear you. Thank you, daddy, I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Give me ten minutes, and your card will be turned back on.”
I made kissy sounds and hung up. I squealed, wiggling my butt in my car seat.
I dialed Cheyenne and then did a three-way call with Starla.
“Ladies, I am coming to pick you up. Daddy, turned my card back on, and we are going to Denver to get some
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sophisticated dresses. He’s throwing a dinner party tonight, and you are invited. And the bes part, some hot as f*ck former Navy SEALS are going to be there. You will not want to miss tonight.”
“How hot are we talking?” Cheyenne asked.
“Well, I only know one of them, and he is smoking hot. Like drop your panties hot. So, I can only imagine his friends are
the same.”
“I’m down, I need a man right now. I haven’t had a good d*ckin in a while,” Starla said.
“I’ll be at your place in five. Chey, can you meet me there? We’ll take my car.”
Five minutes later on the dot, and I was pulling up to Starla’s house, and Chey was right behind me. She got out of her vehicle and came to mine.
“So, your dad finally forgave you for being a homewrecking wh*re?”
“F*ck you Chey. I am not a homewrecker. You can’t wreck a home that is already falling apart. Jason never loved her.”
“I think you’re being a little delusional Mads,” she said as we watched Starla run in her black heels waving manically. I smiled, she was a nut.
“I’m not, you’re just jealous. I landed myself a rich real estate man. And with my connections and daddy’s, he’ll be even richer by the time we marry.”
“Who are you guys talking about? Starla asked.
“Jason,” Chey said.
“Oh, hottie realtor. Has he popped the question yet?”
“No, but he wasn’t in his office today, so I bet he was out buying me a ring.”
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