Just A Little Setback
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Jason
I picked up the new phone I got to get a hold of Isha. I didn’t think she would block me from her life. She loved me so much, I really thought she’d wait this out with me. I’ll admit I made the mistake of not telling her my plan, and I may have jumped the gun by handing her the divorce papers at the ceremony. I should have waited until the next day, but I was riding the high of the win and I did it without properly thinking it through.
But even after I explained it to her, she still blocked me from everything. Thinking about that dinner party the other night still pisses me off. Who did Dawson Becks and those other guys think they were? I won’t sit back and watch my wife debase herself for a fling with a bunch of men all at once. Bad enough, she had already f*cked two men since I gave her
the divorce papers.
Putting her number into the phone, I pressed the call button.
“Hello?”
“Hey baby, I miss you,” I said, in a low voice. I didn’t mean to, but the moment I heard her voice, the words came out.
“Jason?”
“Yeah, who else would call you baby, and tell you they miss you,” I snapped.
“Well, you’d be surprised lately,” she said.
“What the f*ck Isha?”
“What? Did you think I’d sit back and pine away for you, Jason? Having regrets now? You may not think so, but there are
men that actually find me desirable. They don’t think I’m fat and pathetic.”
“I’ve never said you were fat and pathetic,” I growled.
“Oh, so your girlfriend lied to me? She said her boyfriend didn’t like her fat, and then looked me up and down. She obviously knew who I was when I first met her at the gym.”
“Yes, she lied. I never said that. I think you’re beautiful and s*xy. You know you’ve always driven me wild with your
curves.”
“Funny they haven’t driven you wild for months now, but that’s okay you don’t have to worry about boring, pathetic, fat Isha. I’ve found a new adventure in life and I just got the best news. Oh, and thank you for filing the divorce papers. I thought you had forgotten. Three more weeks and we will be done with each other. Now if that’s all?”
“No, that’s not all. What do you mean? I haven’t filed those papers yet.”
“So then why did my lawyer email me and tell me the papers have been filed?”
“Your lawyer is wrong, the papers are still at my office.”
“You sure about that? Because I’m looking at the email right now, and it says they’re filed. But whatever, I don’t care how
it was done, I’m just glad that it is. Gotta go, one of my friends is calling me.”
“It better not be Dawson Becks or any of his friends,” I snarled.
“How do you know about Dawson and the guys?”
“Oh, I met them, and they informed me what kind of new friends they’ll be to you.”
“They did? What did they say?” Why did she sound curious and eager? Does she not know they want her?
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“Nothing, forget I said anything,” I said quickly.
“No, I want to know what kind of friends did they inform you of?”
“Forget about it, Isha, I misspoke.”
“Fine, then there’s nothing left for us to say. Again, stop calling me.”
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She then hung up. I threw the phone against my bedroom wall and it shattered. I didn’t need it anymore anyway, she
would have blocked the number.
What did she mean the papers were filed? I got up from my bed and went to get my laptop. I sat at the dining table with it
and opened it. I turned it on and then went to my email. I haven’t checked it in a few days, and yep, it’s full.
I went through my email flagging things that were important and deleting others. I found an email from my lawyer dated
days ago. Opening it, I started reading it and then cursed. It stated he filed the papers that my assistant dropped off. I
don’t have a f*cking assistant. I needed to get to the office and make sure those papers were still in my desk drawer.
I didn’t bother getting dressed. I was still in my pajama bottoms, a white t-shirt and my slides. I drove as fast as I dared
to the office. When I got there, I didn’t even turn off my vehicle. I quickly unlocked my office doors and ran to my office. I slammed into it and went straight to my desk. I opened my drawer and let out a breath of relief when I saw the folder. I took it out and then screamed when I opened it. It was f*cking empty. Where in the f*ck were my divorce papers, and how in the f*ck did they get to my lawyer’s office? I slumped into my seat and closed my eyes. How did this happen? I
knew d*mn well Opal wouldn’t have come into my office and gone through my drawers. I was still pissed she was retiring on me. That only left one person. Madilyn. But how? I thought back to this last week and that’s when it hit me. It was when she came to the office, and I was out. I was f*cking Ginny that day. I remember Opal telling me Madilyn came out of my office when she was away from the desk. Son of a b*tch! She acted like my PA and dropped off the f*cking papers.
I groaned and put my head in my hands. That f*cking meddling b*tch. Why couldn’t the women in my life stay in their
lanes? Now what was I supposed to do? We will be really divorced. You know what? That’s okay. I’ll still fake marry Madilyn as planned, and then I’ll woo Isha and have her fall back in love with me. F*ck Dawson and his band of brothers. I’ll make sure they don’t have a chance. I knew she didn’t have a place to stay. I made sure to tell the other realtors in
town not to talk to her. No one wanted me on their bad side. I was realtor of the year. I could bad-mouth their companies and make sure they didn’t get new clients. I doubt she’d move too far. I wrote emails to all the realtors in Dallas. I made up a story about my wife cheating on me and moving her new boy toy into a new place. I asked them to please not work with her. A lot of them I was friendly with, some I’ve f*cked, so I knew they would help me out. I even sent one to Aaron Grayson. He didn’t know Isha that well, so I’m sure he’d be on my side.
Taking a deep breath and doing everything I could for tonight, I drove back home. I was still seething, and I needed to see Madilyn and straighten her out. If she wanted to marry me, then she had better stop f*cking with my life. I haven’t contacted her for a few days as punishment for that disastrous meal. I was surprised she hadn’t called me though. I pressed on her contact and was shocked when the call didn’t go through. I texted her asking her why my call wasn’t going through, and I saw she blocked me. What the f*ck was going on?
F*ck it, I needed to calm the f*ck down. I needed a f*cking release. I called Ginny.
“Hey handsome. How are you tonight?”
“I need you Ginny. You have any special toys we can play with. I want to f*ck you and have something up your ass too.”
“You got it, baby, I’ll be there in twenty. By the way, there’s a new bag I want from Jimmy Choo. It’s a Sunrise Satin Crystal BonBon Bag.”
“You got it baby.”
“See you soon, Jason.”
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