he rinsed the conditioner from my hair. They sandwiched me and just held me as the water pelted all of us,
and they rocked me side to side. Savage kissed one shoulder and sucked on my skin while Rage kissed the other and sucked on his side. I sighed, feeling completely relaxed.
When we got out, one dried my body off and the other squeezed the water from my hair and then brushed and braided it. He found a hair tie and secured it.
Rage then picked me up and took me over to the bed. He tucked me in. I watched as they both got dressed. They kissed each other and I couldn’t help smiling. They both came over and kissed me.
“Sweet dreams, pretty girl. We’ll lock the bottom lock of your door,” Savage said.
“Thank you for such a satisfying night,” I said, closing my eyes.
“Anytime Sweetheart,” he said.
Rage bent and kissed me and whispered in my ear that I was incredible.
I listened as they left, sighing, I cuddled into my bed and fell fast asleep.
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Isha
My eyes popped open, and I stretched, then froze. Why in the f*ck was I so sore? And why was my head banging again? I looked around my room, I saw my packed bags on the floor and then the bottle of tequila. on my dresser. Feeling the comforter on my bare skin had my eyebrows furrowing, why am I naked?
I sat up and groaned, I was sore in my throat, a*s and p*ssy, I felt like I’d been stretched to within an inch of my life. Then the memory of last night slammed into me. I gasped. I did not do what my body was telling me I did. More memories of last night flashed through my mind. F*ck yes I did. The smile that crossed my face almost hurt with how big it was. I got out of bed slowly and did a little wiggle. I was deliciously sore, now that I remembered everything. Never in my life have I been so thoroughly f*cked. Jason wasn’t small and to give him credit he did make sure I had at least one orgasm, but he wasn’t adventurous in the bedroom. A flash of me riding Savage’s face while Rage sucked his fat c*ck, made me moan. F*ck, I need to see something like that again.
I walked to the bathroom and did my business. I washed my hands, brushed my teeth and unbraided my hair. I ran my fingers through it and was pleased with the wavy locks.
I walked to the closet. I was feeling extremely s*xy. I pulled out a flirty above-the-knee lilac skirt and a white tank top that I knew showed the girls off well. I went to the dresser and grabbed a purple thong with white daisies on it and the matching bra.
I dressed quickly, picked up a pair of light beige wedges and put them on. I then grabbed my laptop and made my way downstairs. I put my laptop on the table by the computer bag I use. I made some coffee and put a bagel in the toaster. I felt so wonderful this morning. The pain I experienced yesterday was non-existent. What does this mean? Does this mean I never truly loved Jason? That maybe because he was my first that there was just some puppy love? Gratitude that he noticed me? He’s good-looking, and I was flattered when, after our initial business date, he kept asking me to others. I don’t know, all I know is right now, I feel great. So on this lovely Sunday morning, I was going to take my coffee and bagel and go to the park to write. Last night’s experience opened up a whole new repertoire of ideas for s*x scenes.
Keys jingling in the front door lock made me lose my smile. I swear if he brought Madilyn here right now, I would pull all her hair out, after I kneed him in the balls.
Jason walked in, I watched him look in the living room and then in the kitchen. When he saw me, his eyes showed guilt. I turned my back on him. I filled my thermos full of coffee. My bagel popped up and I buttered it. It was cinnamon and raisin. My mouth was watering.
“Can we talk, Isha?”
“No,” I said.
“Isha, come on,” he whined. I clenched my jaw and then relaxed.
“There’s nothing to talk about. You lied to me, you betrayed me, gaslighted me, and cheated on me. Our vows meant nothing to you. I did everything you asked, and you threw me away like I was nothing. You saying that I did nothing for your career is a bunch of bullsh*t because I guarantee it would have taken you a lot longer to get the clients you have now without my charming self. So, you can f*ck right off.”
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“You just don’t understand. When I have everything, I’ll come back to you. I swear it. I just need to be with
her for a little while.”
I stared at him. What a d*ck. As much as I hate Madilyn right now, she didn’t deserve to be used. If he
wasn’t lying, that is.
I got a sandwich bag and put my bagel in it. Then I capped my thermos and walked over to my laptop to put
it in my bag.
“Where are you going?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“You’re still my wife, Isha.”
“Not anymore, I signed the papers. Just so you know, I don’t want to wait for my two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars, so, tomorrow I will go to the bank and take it out of our joint bank account. I won’t take a penny more. And don’t even think about blocking me, or I will get a lawyer and fight you for every penny. And don’t think I can’t. You know who my mother is and what she’s accomplished with my Uncle Mark. He’s ruthless and so are the lawyers in their law firm.”
“This isn’t the end of us Isha, I just need to build my career a little more. I can make you my mistress. You can still live a lavish lifestyle.”
“Lavish lifestyle? Is staying home a lavish lifestyle? Cooking, doing laundry, cleaning house, being ignored and neglected, that’s a lavish lifestyle. You think going shopping for myself once every couple of months is a lavish lifestyle? You may have been the breadwinner in this marriage, Jason, but let me tell you something. We have half a million dollars. Once I take that two hundred and fifty thousand which I am entitled to, you’ll have the same liquid cash. You may have made out in this divorce, but I’ll be just fine with what you gave me. I don’t want the car, or the gifts you’ve given me. This house is now yours. After tomorrow, we’ll have nothing to do with each other ever again. I don’t even know why you’re here now. And let me make myself clear, I will never be anyone’s mistress. I have more respect for myself than to be the other woman.”
He scoffed, “Isha, do you really think you can make enough money by yourself to live off of? You have no skills. What are you going to do, be a maid or cook for someone? And what man is going to want a woman that can’t help him in life?”
“I did help you, Jason, you just didn’t appreciate it.”
“Whatever, I am going to go change. You can stay tonight, but I’m going to need you to find a place to stay. Madilyn wants to move in right away.”
“Don’t worry, Jason, I’ll be gone by eight a.m. tomorrow.”
He rolled his eyes and made his way upstairs, I packed up my laptop, and had just picked up my bag when I heard Jason roar my name.
His thundering footsteps came running out of our room. I looked up and saw his face at the top of the stairs. He was in his boxers. He was beet red with anger.
“Why are there used condoms in the bathroom trash, and why did I find two wrappers on our bedroom floor?” he yelled.
“Oh, I had some friends over that I met Friday night at a biker bar. I figured since you handed me the divorce papers, and I signed them, we were now done, not to mention the affair you were having for the last six
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months. I figured I was due for some fun of my own, and boy did they have fun with me. I can still fill them,
my throat is even sore.”
“Isha! You’re still my wife!”
“That didn’t stop you from sticking your d*ck into someone else now, did it?”
“It’s different for men. It’s socially acceptable!”
I scoffed, “You’re f*cking delusional. Goodbye, Jason, and I hope you f*ck all the way off and if you see me
out in public, act like you don’t know me, because that’s what I’ll be doing.” I didn’t wait for his reply, I just left after grabbing my keys off of the table by the door.
That felt really good. I’m not a pushover, I’m not going to wallow in misery because the man I thought I loved decided I wasn’t good enough. I let myself cry it all out after he gave me the papers. That’s all I was giving
him. I am not going to fall apart because my marriage is over.
My phone rang as I drove to the park. I looked at the screen and saw it was Jason. What the f*ck did he
want?
“Yes?” I asked, answering the phone.
“Your words just registered. You had s*x with two men? At the same time?” he yelled.
“Yep,” I said, popping the P.
“So you’re a f*cking wh*re now?”
I scoffed, “Well, if that’s how you see it, sure. How I see it, I was just getting some after not having any for six
months. And I am thoroughly satisfied. Have a nice day.” I hung up on him. My phone rang again and again
after I refused to answer. I pulled into the parking lot of the park, declined the fourth call from Jason, and
turned off my phone. I didn’t need to speak to anyone at the moment.
I took the blanket that I always had in my car, my laptop bag, and my refreshments and found a nice area
where enough of the sun hit me to keep me warm, and enough shade, so I wouldn’t get too much sun. For
the next three hours I wrote. It was probably some of my best work. My imagination was flowing.
“Isha?”
I looked towards the person that called my name.
I smiled. “Ava? Oh my God, it’s been forever. What are you doing here in Colorado?”
“I moved here a year ago. I live in Denver, but I’m here in Yearling to meet someone for an interview. I’m
writing for the magazine Homesteads.”
“You must be meeting Savanna Davis-Stanley?”
“Yes, you know her?”
“I do, she’s one of my really good friends.”
“Are you writing? I remember in high school you always had a notebook you were writing little stories in.”
“I am. It took me a while to do it, because I lost myself for a minute, but I finally bit the bullet and tried it out.”
“That’s fantastic, anything I’ve read before?”
“Well, I write under the pen name Isla Gold,” I said.
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Her eyes widened, “You’re Isla Gold! I love your books.”
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I blushed. This was the first time I’ve met someone that’s read my books that wasn’t already a really good friend. I knew Ava in high school. We were friendly but not friends per se. She was part of the cheerleading squad. She has always been nice, and we had English together all four years.
“Well, I’d like to catch up sometime. Here’s my card, maybe we can have lunch one day?” she asked.
“I’d like that. I’m going back to Vegas to visit my mom and Nana. I’ll get in touch when I get back.”
“Great, I’d love that.”
We said our goodbyes and I couldn’t stop smiling. Today was definitely a good day.
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Jason
I can’t believe she slept with other men. I was her first, her only and she had the audacity to sleep with two men in our bed! I’m livid. I can’t stop looking at the c*ndoms in the trash. I feel so hurt. So, I had a f*cking affair. Big f*cking deal, I’m a man. Sometimes we stray. And there was a reason I strayed this time. I didn’t do it because I fell out of love with Isha. I never cheated on her because I didn’t love her. I love her very much. But this time, I did it for our future. The amount of money and power I can get out of Madilyn will set us for life. All Isha had to do was sit quietly and wait. She’s always done what I suggested she should do. Why couldn’t she this time? I should have explained everything to her first before handing her the papers, but Madilyn had been hounding me to get a divorce so we could get married, and she threatened to talk to her father to not be my client anymore. I knew her father would buy more land. We had talked about it and I couldn’t lose him as a client.
I finally looked away from the trash. Okay, this is just a hiccup, this is her payback for having an affair. We’re even. I can forgive her for this. We’ll get back to each other when I get to the highest point possible in my career. When my business gets to the top and I am a multimillionaire, she’ll come back to me. She had no skills. The only family she has is her mother and grandmother, and it’s not like they can help her.
After my shower, I got dressed in a pair of khakis and a lilac polo. Isha’s favorite color. I feel closer to her just being in it. And when she comes home and sees me she’ll see how much I love her, and she won’t be able to resist me. I’ll give her some sweet words. Make her dinner and she’ll be putty in my hands. Then, when she calms down, I’ll make love to her, and I won’t use a c*ndom. If she gets pregnant, she’ll never truly leave me. In fact, I’ll see what apartments or maybe even a small house I can buy her, so that she can stay in and wait for me. I’ll marry Madilyn and spend the week with her and then, on the weekends, I’ll go to Isha’s and spend time with her. I find it kind of funny that I’m turning my wife into my mistress and my mistress into my wife. Madilyn is so naive, she’ll believe anything I tell her. Just like Isha believed me when I told her I’d never touched another woman during our marriage. When I went on real business trips to conventions, I slept with
other women. Other agents in different cities. Other agents’ wives, who were bored with their husbands. Even a rich old broad who wasn’t that bad looking who paid me for a night that I met at a bar. It was exciting acting like a gigolo. What Isha didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. I just needed a little variety. She is my wife, but inexperienced, and sometimes it got old trying to teach her new things. I had wanted someone who could
f*ck me without me having to direct them to what I liked.
My phone chirped. Hoping it was Isha, I looked at it eagerly.
My CC Madilyn: JJ, where are you? Why didn’t you come get me from the farmhouse last night? I waited all night. My father is furious, but he’ll calm down eventually once he realizes how in love we both are. He won’t deny me anything once you get me an engagement ring.
Me: My precious girl. I needed some time to myself. You have to understand, Isha and I have been married for a year and a half and I felt really guilty last night. I just got a room at the hotel and crashed there. I’m at home right now, I am going to go over the divorce papers with Isha and make sure she signs them. I’ll see you tomorrow morning when I pick you up for breakfast before I go to work, okay?
My CC Madilyn: You aren’t going to sleep with her are you?
Me: Honey, you know I don’t find her attractive. Not since you’ve come into my life. She’s so fat. I only
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stayed married to her because it was good for my business to look like a family man. I told you she drugged me and forced me to elope with her. I couldn’t just look like the town joke.
My CC Madilyn: Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I’ll see you on Monday. I love you.
Me: You are my caring cutie. See you Monday.
I scoffed, Caring Cutie. It’s so stupid. But she once went through my phone unbeknownst to me while I was sleeping. She saw her name and the next thing I knew she was shaking me awake and asking me what it meant. I said caring cutie. It was a stroke of genius on my part, especially on the spot like that. She was so happy, and then I let her ride me until she came twice and I came once. I had forgotten a c*ndom, and I secretly freaked out until her period came. I made sure not to have in the middle of the night s*x after that. My brain obviously didn’t function after coming up with such a brilliant nickname. Caring Cutie, more like
Cash Cow.
I went shopping for groceries to make Isha’s favorite meal, chicken alfredo. When I got home, I was a little miffed she wasn’t home by then. Where did she go? She had better not be with those two men. I decided to call her, and it went straight to voicemail. She was still ignoring me. Fine, let her sulk for a little while.
Three hours later I was fuming. I left the house and drove around town looking for her. I found her at the park. Why was she at the park? I watched her as she typed away on her laptop. What could she possibly be writing? I saw a woman approach her, they talked for a few minutes and then the woman left and Isha went back to typing. I watched her for a few more minutes before I stepped out of my vehicle and approached her.
“Isha,” I called out. She slammed her laptop closed and looked towards me.
“What do you want, Jason?” she said in exasperation.
“I want to talk to you.”
She sighed a heavy sigh.
“Talk, it’s a free country.”
“Can I sit?”
“No.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re being childish,” I said.
“I don’t care. Talk, or leave.”
“Like you said, it’s a free country, I can stand here as long as I want.”
“Fine then I’ll leave. My day is starting to not be so good anymore.”
“Isha. You need to get over this. I told you, I love you. This is just temporary. Once I’m on top, I’ll divorce Madilyn, and we can get married again. You’ve had your little tantrum, you got back at me, we’re even now.”
“Are you f*cking serious?” She asked, shoving her laptop back in her bag, and zipping it up. “I’m not throwing a tantrum, Jason. You cheated on me, lied to me about it and then handed me divorce papers. I have signed them and as far as I am concerned, we are through. And I didn’t f*ck Rage and Savage to get even with you. I f*cked them because 1, I was drunk and 2, I knew they wanted me, just as much as I wanted them when I met them. But because I honored our marriage vows, I didn’t act on it then, so I rectified the situation, and it was
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glorious.”
I don’t know why I did it. It just happened. My hand flew and I slapped her.
She gasped and put her hand to her face.
“Isha, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why that just happened.”
If looks could kill I’d be ten feet under. She bent and picked up all her stuff. She folded the blanket she had
been sitting on and then looked at me.
“I f*cking hate you, Jason Baxter. Stay the f*ck away from me. I am going home to get my bags, and then I am going to find some other place to sleep. Don’t follow me, or I am going to call the cops.”
“Isha. Isha, I’m sorry. Please, baby, I didn’t mean it.”
She stepped away from me quickly.
“Stay away from me,” she screamed.
“Hey buddy, what are you doing?” a guy asked, who was running with a friend.
“None of your business, this is between me and my wife,” I snapped.
“He’s not my husband anymore. We’re getting a divorce, can you please stop him from following me?” She
begged the two big guys now, giving me a menacing look.
“Sure sweetheart, go. We got this,” the guy said.
I watched as she turned and walked away, and the two men stood in my way of following her and wouldn’t let me around them. Fine. She’ll calm down, and I’ll talk to her later.
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