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Out Of Control
Jason
I was sweating so f*cking much. My business was crumbling, my bank account was dwindling. I can’t get any new clients for the life of me. Every one of my employees has jumped ship. Even though I have plenty of money to keep paying them for months. But rumors scared them and they found other employment.
I might just have to dip into the business account and transfer those funds to my personal account since l have no one to pay anymore. I’ll just leave enough to keep the lights on for now. At least until I sell my
business.
I did just that and that padded my personal account. Ginny was bleeding me dry. I gave her three thousand for her first month’s allowance, but upon that she takes pictures of the bracelets and necklaces she wants. I’ve given her most of what she’s asked for, mostly because she sucks d*ck so f*cking well. She’s actually the best c*ck sucker I’ve ever had, with Isha a close second. F*ck I missed her. Hearing her voice, even in anger, soothed something in me. I don’t know what I was thinking not keeping her. She never demanded anything of me. She cooked for me, had my suits pressed and cleaned for me. She showered me with love, she was an exceptional lay even if she was inexperienced. Her p*ssy was the tightest I’ve ever had and knowing that I was her one and only at the time, was a f*cking ego boost.
Still thinking about the two condoms I found in the waist basket that burned my ass. And Dawson Becks with his merry band of men will not be around my wife if I have anything to say about it. I knew she would be home soon from Vegas if she isn’t already, but if she is, where is she staying? She only has two hundred and fifty thousand, and I’m sure she spent a lot of that in Vegas if she was going out with her mom and Nana. She’d never allow them to pay for anything.
I needed to find her before Dawson Becks or one of his a*sholes got their hooks into her.
I stepped out of my car. I was in Denver for the day. I needed to talk to Aaron Grayson. I was contemplating selling my company. If I can’t get clients, there’s no reason to keep my business a float. I don’t want to be hemorrhaging the money I have left. I could sell it myself, but I was afraid if people saw I was the selling agent they would think I was swindling them. So Aaron was the next best thing for me.
I walked into Walker and Associates Real Estate. The receptionist at the desk smiled at me. She was cute in that barely just turned legal way. But hey, she was sure to be eighteen and her lips would look nice wrapped around my c*ck.
“Hi there sweetheart, is Aaron Grayson in?”
“He is, one second.”
I watched her tap on her headset. I looked around, this is what I wanted my business to be, but I just hadn’t reached that potential yet, and now it might never be. I needed to do some PR damage control, Maybe hire someone to work on my image.
“Elaine, there’s a man here to see Mr. Grayson. Your name sir?” she asked.
“Jason Baxter,” I said with a charming smile. Something in her eyes flickered, and her smile dimmed a
It looks like my reputation précedes me.
Jason Baxter. Yes ma’am, yes I will.”
Out Of Control
Mr. Baxter, Mr. Grayson is busy at the moment. He’s with a client.
“I’ll wait, I have nothing better to do.”
“He’s with a very important client, you might be waiting a while.”
“That’s fine, I’ll sit right over there,” I said, pointing at the opulent waiting area.
I walked over and sat on a very nice plush chair. There was a pretty glass and marble coffee table with the current month’s magazines on it. There was even a mini–fridge with bottles of water and bottles of juice. I got up and grabbed some water and sat back down. Forty–five minutes went by when I heard an elevator ding and I looked up from the finance magazine I was reading. Paul Montgomery came out with Madilyn and Aaron. I stood and walked quickly over to them.
“Mr. Montgomery, what a surprise,” I said, holding my hand out to shake it.
He stared at my hand and then looked at me, his face a picture of disdain. He wrapped an arm around Madilyn, who looked at me with longing. Without a word, he turned and shook Aaron’s hand and told him he would be in touch. He walked away with Madilyn. I saw tears in her eyes. My jaw clenched, and I balled my hands into fists.
“Man, Jason, when you f*ck up, you do it royally. Thank you though. Paul and I just discussed him becoming my client. He wants me to find him a building to open a fashion store he’s setting up for Madilyn and her two friends. They’re going into business together to sell high–end clothing with personal styling. I personally think it’s a waste of money on his end. His daughter is a nitwit. She’s better off just spending daddy’s money than trying to make it as a business owner. Man to be that rich. Anyway, what do you want?”
“Is that any way to talk to a potential client?”
“You want to be my client?” he asked, with a booming laugh. “What are you trying to sell?”
I
“My business and possibly my house. I don’t seem to need it anymore with Madilyn ignoring me.”
“Oh, she doesn’t want to ignore you from the look on her face, but ever since Paul saw that video of you slapping Isha, he’s deemed you a pile of sh*t that will never lay a hand on his daughter.”
“How do you know about that?”
“Oh, I’ve seen the video. I’m friends with Dawson Becks and his guys. Also, my girlfriend was the one that took the video. She’s friends with Isha. Ahhh the delectable Isha:”
“What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?” I growled. “You better stay the f*ck away from my wife.”
“Ex–wife.”
“Not yet, I still have a few days to convince her to drop the case. Once she’s home, I know I can do it.” “Once she’s home? She’s been home for almost a week.”
“What? How do you know this?”
“Because I had her at my house last weekend. The day after, she got home.”
“So, she’s staying with you?”
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He paused, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“Yeah, Ava and her are best friends.”
My eyebrows furrowed, was he lying to me or was he trying to get into Isha’s pants too?
“Don’t even think about f*cking her, Grayson?”
“I don’t have a f*cking death wish,” he said, chuckling. Damn straight, I would kill him,
1 need to see her. Can you arrange that?”
“No. She definitely doesn’t want to see you.”
“Well, she needs to see me. I need to see her before others do.”
He snorted but then coughed
“Anyway, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten–foot pole, so no way can you be my client, you’re going to have to find someone else to help you.”
“Do you think your bosses would appreciate you walking away from a potential client?”
“If they knew it was you, they’d pat me on the back. You’re black–listed Jason. You are royally f*cked in the real estate market, especially here in Colorado. If I were you, I’d sell fast and get the f*ck out of this state and try somewhere else, because you are persona–non–grata.
He then gave me his real estate agent smile and walked away, f*cking d*ck. But he wasn’t wrong. My business was worth almost three million dollars and my house another million. But I think I’d have to list them for three quarters to half the amounts they are worth to get rid of them. God, how did my life become so f*cked up in less than a month?
Just as I turned to leave, the clicking of heels had me looking up. My breath hitched. Isha was walking into the building with some young guy I’d never seen before. Who in the f*ck was this? God, she looked so f*cking beautiful. She was laughing and looking at him when she turned her head. Her smile instantly died, and she came to a stop. The young man gripped her arm, he almost ran into her.
“Isha, are you okay, darlin?”
“Seriously Isha? Dating younger men now?”
She narrowed her eyes and looked at the man next to her, and then she beamed and wrapped her arms
around his.
“Yes, this is James. James, this is my ex–husband.”
I saw the man, James straightened, and his eyes widened, then he melted and took his arm from hers and wrapped it around her. He leaned in and kissed her temple, which had me growling.
“I’m still your husband. Do you think it’s right to flaunt your boy–toy here while you’re still married?”
“First, no one knows me here in Denver, Jason. Second, weren’t you flaunting your slet in Yearling where everyone knew who we were? And lastly, James isn’t my boy–toy. He’s my special friend.”
“That’s right. She’s my m
James said.
“I don’t give a f*ck if she’s your muse, get your f*cking hands off of her, before I rip them off.”
Quick as a flash, James took out his phone, took a picture of me and then sent it to someone.
“What the f*ck?” I asked.
“Oh, I just sent your picture and name to some people to let them
know yo
you were threatening me.”
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“What, can’t you fight your own fights?”
“Do you see my face? I’m f*cking pretty, I can not mess it up”
His phone chirped and he smiled
Td watch my back if I were you. They have your name and in a moment they will have your whole life. rd run along if I were you”
Isha giggled, she f*cking giggled. I missed that sound so much.
“Isha baby, please let’s stop this divorce Come home with me. I miss you so much. You miss me too, right? Madilyn and I are over. I promise to be faithful”
“No, Jason. I need this divorce to go through. I don’t love you.”
The pain of those four words ripped through me.
“You don’t mean that!”
“Oh, I do, I so very much do. Because I now know what true love is and how it’s supposed to cherish you.”
“What? Him! He can’t even fight me like a man, he’s got to get others to do it.”
“Dude, I’d eat you alive. I just prefer not to hurt my beautiful hands, they are my life.”
“You sound like a flaming…”
“You better not finish that sentence,” Isha snapped at me.
She grabbed James‘ hand, and they stomped away to the elevator.
“Isha! Isha! You need to come home. You are my wife!”
I was drawing attention, but I didn’t care, I was becoming desperate. My life was great with her in it. I needed
her back.
She flipped me the bird just as the elevator doors closed.
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