The Women In My Life
The Women In My Life
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Jason
I groaned as I rolled off of Ginny. She was the twenty-year-old daughter of my lawyer. I snickered to myself at that. She was interning at his office when I first met her. We hit it off great. This was our first time meeting up. I texted her to see if she wanted to get lunch and she immediately accepted. She knew about me and Madilyn, but she didn’t care. After lunch, she took me back to her place. We had been flirting hard at the restaurant.
“So, was this a one-off or can we make this a twice-a-week thing?” she asked.
“You’re a naughty girl, Ginny.”
“Oh, Jason, you have no idea. Did you like that thing I did with my tongue earlier?”
“I sure as f*ck did,” I said smiling.
“Well, do I get a present for pleasing you?”
I looked at her with a raised brow, “Come again?”
“Listen, I don’t want a relationship. I want a sugar daddy. I have one that pays my rent and one that pays my car payment. Today was just a taste of the fun we can have, and I know how to be discreet. I like sparkly things, Jason.”
I looked at her contemplating. She was a good f*ck, I would mind fooling around with her some more. I did have a bracelet in my suit jacket for Isha to give to her when I saw her next.
“What are your terms?” I asked Ginny.
Her blue eyes sparkled. She was a beautiful girl. Petite, long black hair, pale flawless skin that I liked to mark up with hickey’s it seems, as I saw three on her little t*ts. I wish they were bigger, like Isha’s.
“I just want baubles. Diamons, Rubies, Sapphires. Necklaces, bracelets, rings. You get me those, and you can use me anyway you want. I also require three thousand a month.”
“I can do that. We’ll start out for three months. If you still please me after that, we’ll extend it, but Madilyn, nor my wife can find out. If they do, I’ll ruin you.”
“Oh, Jason, don’t worry. You keep me happy, and I will keep you happy.”
I smirked and rolled over to grab my suit jacket off of the floor where it landed when we tore our clothes off of each other.
I fished around in the inner pocket and came out with a slim box.
“Here.”
“Oooh, already?” She opened the box and there was a diamond tennis bracelet.
“It’s beautiful, thank you,” she said, leaning over and kissing me. The sheet slipped, and her dusty pink n*pple peeked out.
“Time for round two,” I said, ripping off the condom I had on and grabbing another off of her bedside table.
An hour later, I was whistling as I walked back into my office.
“Long lunch, Mr. Baxter?” My secretary Opal asked.
“Yep, did anything happen while I was gone?”
“Well, you had a call from Archibald Fraser. Apparently you were supposed to meet him for a showing today?”
“Was it on my schedule?”
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“No, but I remember booking an appointment for him, but it’s not there. And Madilyn stopped by. She left something on your desk.”
“You let her in my office while I wasn’t here?”
That was not like Opal.
“No, when I went to get the contract papers you needed printed out, she was gone. I thought she had gotten tired of waiting for you. To my surprise, not five minutes after I got back to my desk, she came waltzing out saying she left your present on your desk.”
“Okay, thank you, Opal. Call Mr. Fraser back please and reschedule. Tell him there was a computer glitch. Weird how it just disappeared. Update our software.”
“Yes, Mr. Baxter. Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes please. Thank you Opal. I’m really going to miss you. I have a candidate coming in tomorrow to interview for your replacement. Her name is Ginny Myers. She’ll be here at ten. Oh, and here is a present for you.” I pulled out an envelope with season tickets to the Colorado Rockies. Opal was a big fan.
“Wow, thank you, Mr. Baxter.”
“You’re welcome. Can you also bring me a snack, I’m a little hungry.”
“Sure will.”
By the end of the day, I was exhausted. Opal had left an hour ago. Madilyn texted me that there was a dinner at her father’s house at seven. She said she would meet me there. I saw that it was six, so I had time to run home and change my outfit. When I got home, the silence of the house was depressing. I missed Isha. I missed her chatter. I also missed when I came through the door, and she would smile and throw her arms around my neck. She would give me a great big kiss and ask me how my day was. Madilyn never asked me how my day was. She just demanded attention. But that was okay, I can deal with that.
I went to my bedroom, which felt empty, and sighed. I opened my briefcase and took out the burner phone that I bought today. Dialing Isha’s number, I waited for her to answer.
The background noise of laughter and the jiggling of slot machines assaulted my ears. So she went home. Figured.
“Hello?”
“Isha, I miss you,” I said. I didn’t mean to say those words, but it was true.
“Eat sh*t, Jason. And stop calling me.”
She hung up. I knew she would block this number too. I threw the phone across the room, and it shattered when it hit the wall. I took deep breaths to calm my anger. When she got back home, I was going to punish her by tying her to the
bed, and f*cking the b*tchiness out of her. She needed to realize that she was mine, and this was temporary. She can have her tantrum. Now that I knew she was at her mom’s, I took my actual cell phone out of my pocket and ordered three
dozen red roses to be sent to her mothers house. I even sent a dozen daisies and a dozen Irises to her mother and
grandmother. I knew those two hated me and were probably praising Isha for signing the divorce papers. I’m so glad I haven’t filed them. I know when I leave Madilyn and go back to Isha, she’ll throw that we’re divorced in my face, but once she sees I never filed, she’ll be happy. It’ll show her that I truly do love her, that I couldn’t live without her. She’ll appreciate it all in the long run. I’ll be powerful and insanely rich, she’ll forget all about my infidelity and be happy with me forever.
I arrived right at seven at Paul’s house. I hoped he would welcome me. I didn’t like the look he gave me at the awards ceremony, like I was sh*t on the bottom of his shoe. He of all people should know what it takes to become insanely successful. But I guess using his daughter to get there was too much for him. That’s okay, I’ll win him over, just like I did
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when I schmoozed him. Madilyn will also make sure to smooth things over with him.
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She answered the door when I rang the doorbell. She was in a long silver, slinky satin dress. Her blonde hair was down
her back in waves.
“Wow, you look beautiful,” I said.
“Thank you, JJ. You’re the last to arrive.”
“I thought you said seven?” I asked.
“I did, but for a dinner party you should be here at least ten minutes early.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said. That was news to me.
“It’s okay, you’ll learn.” I rolled my eyes, she acted like I’m some country bumpkin.
We walked into the dining room. There were two hot chicks, some men, one that looked familiar and an older couple.
“Okay everyone, Jason is here, we can sit and be served,” Madilyn said:
“Hello Mr. Montgomery,” I said, cheerfully.
He just grunted at me and turned to the man next to him. O-kay.
I saw the man that looked familiar to me. God, he was huge, whispering to three other guys who were all staring at me
with straight faces, but their eyes looked menacing. What the f*ck?
I was seated in between Madilyn and one of the men I didn’t know. Across from me was Starla and her big a*s t*ts that were on display. She smiled at me and I winked at her. At least I had a good view. Next to her was Cheyenne. I hated that b*tch, she didn’t like me much either. Pretty sure she was jealous of Madilyn and mine’s relationship.
Madilyn rang a little bell, and the maids started bringing out food. Well, this was different. This must be how the rich
dine. I smiled, one day that was going to be me.
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