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“You are going to get a spanking; is that what you want?”
“Ooh, sounds kinky. But maybe later, your oversized dick already made me sore.” I was fighting hard not to laugh because he looked epileptic like he was this close to losing his shit.
He gave me a calculating look that I didn’t trust, but I grew up with three older brothers, I won’t back down. We had a stare-off until he got off of me and picked up my phone again. I had no idea what he was doing until I heard him rattling off those people’s names.
“Yeah, make it look like an accident, I don’t care, and make it brutal.” What the fuck! I jumped off the bed and went after him.
“What are you doing?”
“Here, why don’t you find ten more? I’m in the mood for blood.”
“Dial it back, Vlad Dracul iii; you can’t go around killing people.” I wasn’t really bothered because no one is that crazy. But then I saw the look in his eyes and wasn’t so sure. “Fine, I won’t meet anyone. You’re so damn testy. But, and here’s the but, the next time you talk to your ex who disrespected me, it will be the first time I find a new buddy. Deal?”
He didn’t answer; he just lifted his phone to his ear and called whoever the hell nightmare was on the other line. “Cancel the order.” He said this while looking into my eyes with his crazy self.
“Meh, I’m ready for breakfast, you coming?” I went about my business getting dressed while he walked around the room grumbling and mumbling under his breath. I must’ve heard the word crazy about ten times like I care.
“Were you really…?”
“Damn straight! What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Besides, I was just going to talk to them on the phone, just like you did with what’s her name. You didn’t think that was a big deal, so….”
That set him off again, so I just walked out of the room and headed downstairs to see what was going on for breakfast because I was starving. Somebody was grumpy when they came downstairs looking like sex on two feet. I know he did that shit on purpose. And his cologne…. Not now, cooter, you freak, we’re having a cold war.
“By the way, I need you to set up something with one of those magazines that keep hounding you for an exclusive.”
“When?” It’s good to know that he wasn’t one for the silent treatment, but he was still sulking, and he was about to break that damn Bone China if he stabbed his eggs any harder.
“As soon as possible. Or we can wait until we get back.”
“Those spreads take a while to go public; how soon do you need it? We can do it here or back home.”
“I think I want to do it here.”
“Should we go look at houses first, or do you want to use this location?” He sounds normal enough if you didn’t notice the kill lights in his eyes.
“We can go looking at houses. That might actually be… No, you know what, our primary home will be perfect.”
That way I can play lady of the manor. He doesn’t know, but I’m about to shoot an arrow through that Natalie bitch’s heart. She knew damn good and well what she was doing when she contacted him on his honeymoon.
She’s an amateur at power plays, though, so I guess I’ll show her how it’s done. Sheeiit, they didn’t call me Petty Betty in high school for nothing. I’m about to teach her and her cohorts of which I am sure she has plenty, a valuable lesson. When you come for this queen, you better not fucking miss and have a whole lotta reloads.
“What are you plotting now in that head of yours?”
“You got a problem with my head?” If he keeps rolling his eyes like that, he’s going to need a damn optometrist.
“I don’t appreciate what you did.”
“And I don’t appreciate you talking to the woman you had sex with and was in a relationship with for eight years. Especially when that woman does nothing but put me down and talk bad about me.” He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
“And unless you want this to be one of the shortest marriages in history, you will not, not now, not ever, bring that bitch up to me or defend her in my presence. You call in hits, I carry my shit out myself. You want her to die?”
I guess he didn’t realize how serious or how hurt I was until now. “Shit!” I don’t know what he was about to do when he left his chair after that expletive.
He walked around the table and came to my side, then lifted me out of my chair and sat with me on his lap. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry.”
HELEN
You’ll pay for everything you did to me.
