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“Well, I know you bought it back.”
“No, Alyssa, that’s not what I’m saying, I’m saying that the deed is in your name.”
My mouth dropped to my chest. “No way.” My heart was beating like crazy in my chest. I’m not sure what it was about this purchase after all the others, but the fact that he had acquired something I had been in love with since my childhood, something that, by all rights, should not have been for sale, says so much about what he feels for me.
I ran and threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. I find myself being slutty these days so that something as simple as a kiss can get me going. Like now. You’d think the hours we spent wrapped around each other on the plane didn’t happen because I wanted him again.
I feel like I always want him, not because of anything he’d bought or given but because of the way his caring for me makes me feel. I don’t want to be selfish with him, to just take without giving. And at moments like this, when I’m getting wet between the thighs and my heart is knocking against my chest, when the feel of his arms as they come around me makes me think of forever with him.
My once practical mind turns into mush, and all I want is him. It’s nauseating. “Let’s try out our new bed.” He whispered against my lips and then nipped me. That sent shivers through my core.
“Good idea!” We were like two animals tearing at each other’s clothes as our mouths fed off each other.
And in the end, we didn’t even make it to the bed. He took me down right there, as soon as my panties were down around my thighs, not even completely off, and pushed me to my hands and knees before driving into me from behind.
My screams were hoarse and loud as I came, with the first stroke of his cock thrusting into me deep. “Welcome home.” Oh, he thinks he’s the shit. But I was too happy to take him to task. I had a lot of catching up to do, and I was so excited to finally be home, even though I had a blast.
My phone was already going crazy because I’d sent Corbin the letter just before we landed, knowing he would be at work and wouldn’t see it until we reached the house, at least since it was around lunchtime. I had no doubt it was him and that he’d call the others.
The good thing about my new home is that it had a large ass gate and high walls, not to mention that if they should get past all of that plus the security at the gate, they’d still have to deal with the other security team that’s staked out around the place. I feel like I’m living in an Al Pacino movie.
We’d spent the last few days of our honeymoon doing what honeymooners do, but I had been keeping up with things all the same. Last I heard, Mitzie was staying with friends and was still a bit traumatized by her time in jail, and Helen was sleeping on her stepmother’s couch.
But that is not the best part. On the day Mitzie was bailed out and Helen was released from the hospital, I had them reunited for the first time in more than a week. They were trying to figure out who had paid her bail with no success.
Helen was hit with a hefty hospital bill, which she has no way of paying, to my knowledge because she had already been removed from my Dad’s health insurance at about the same time I canceled the insurance on his house.
Anyway, the car they took from the hospital, which they thought for some reason was a courtesy ride, dropped them off at the country club where their past friends were bound to be at that time of day, either for lunch, golf, or tennis lessons. It was always Helen’s favorite time to go, so she should be thanking me, especially since she had a lot of friends there according to her.
Instead, from the video I received, she was treated a little worse than a pariah and ran after the car that drove off, leaving them there. She was in the same filthy clothes she’d been taken to the hospital in, and her daughter was wearing the clothes she’d worn to the airport weeks ago.
Their hair was a mess, and the fact that they had no makeup and no money to buy any left their true faces on display. Some of the people who saw them didn’t even recognize them and acted like they were two homeless beggars looking for a handout; it was hilarious.
Now, I’m not sure if Helen was stupid, deranged, or both, or maybe she’d forgotten the online forum, but in that situation, I would’ve pretended to be anyone else, but she decided to tell them who she was, which only made things worse.
They cussed her out and called her every name in the book, only the way conservative Christian women high on their husband’s money and every recreational drug known to man can do. That, too, was appreciated.
No one offered to help, and they were left standing there yelling at each other. Jackie was parked off to the side, filming all this for my pleasure from the comfort of her car. She followed them as they walked for miles in the hot sun, yelling and bitching all the way.
The first place they stopped was my Dad’s old home, which was already demolished, which I hadn’t known until I saw it on the video. I thought it was going to take a while for that to happen, but I guess Money Bags used his magic to get me what I wanted again.
I have to watch myself and make sure I don’t turn into one of those insufferable socialites, but this money shit can easily warp one’s concept of reality. I can just imagine myself becoming petty and vindictive and using his money to destroy everyone who crossed me. The shit is addictive.
Anyway, they had no choice but to leave there, and then the two of them seemed to put the one brain cell they shared together and call someone with the last little bit of battery life they had left on their phones.
Once again, Jackie followed them when someone picked them up from there and first dropped Helen off at her Dad’s and stepmom’s while Mitzie went home with the guy who I had never seen but was maybe her boyfriend. He looks like the type she would usually hide and date since her mother was always pushing her to marry someone in a higher financial bracket.
I sent my brothers and their wives a group text letting them know that we were coming home and that I would organize a family dinner soon. That was my way of letting them know that I had forgiven them because, after much thinking and my husband’s nagging, I came to the conclusion that they, too, were victims.
I read up some more about my Mom’s illness, and all it did was make me angrier at Dad. Granted, I don’t think he had the first clue what was going on with her, but it just made me think of how sad and alone she must’ve felt while her mind was turning against her, only to have to endure the horrors of a cheating asshole and divorce.
Garrett has been trying to get me to give him another chance which he soon gave up when I told him I’d do the same shit to him and see how he likes it. I’m pretty sure he believed me because I got the fucking of my life, which is what he threatened. As if that was going to stop me if I set my mind to it.
I am not one for living by other people’s opinions because people are entirely full of shit. They’re always quick to tell you what you should or should not do when they themselves have never faced the same situations.
When I told him this, he claimed I was holding his healthy upbringing against him, and I told him to fuck right off, which he did. Of course, he called me pigheaded, stubborn, and stuck in my ways, and when I told him ‘your mother,’ he learned to leave me the fuck alone.
Denny and Lacey are fighting it out online, and I can only get the play-by-play through screenshots from friends since my husband threw me off social media and did something that won’t allow me to get back on, not even with an assumed name. Wealthy people are pains in the ass because they have power that I am not yet familiar with, but once I get the hang of this shit, I am going to make his ass pay.
