A Legacy Written Forever – Robert Bell novel Chapter 15

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I grabbed the bottle as I waited for a text back and took a swig. I saw that it was read, but there was no reply. Maybe I’m not as pretty as I thought I was. I snorted as I looked in the mirror above at my vanity.

“Nope, you are a mess, girl. I slapped the bottle down, cracking the glass top of my vanity. “Oops.” I sloppily grabbed some make-up wipes and took off all of my make-up. My little trash can next to the vanity was becoming full.

I checked my phone again and nothing. I gave them thirty minutes, and half of that was gone.

“F*ck it, guess they had something better to do, or someone better. Story of my life,” I made a little hiccup. I could feel myself getting sad, but I didn’t want to be sad. I made my way downstairs. I should probably eat something to soak up this alcohol. See I was being responsible. As I jumped off the last step with a WEEEE sound, banging rattled my door. I stared at it wide-eyed. Why was someone banging like that? Sh*t did someone call the cops because of my scream from earlier? More banging made me jump.

“Hold your horses popo man, I’m coming.” I ripped open the door.

Two Gods were standing before me.

“Not yet you’re not, but you will be soon.”

“Holy sh*t you got here so fast,” I slurred.

“Sweetheart, when you send a picture like the one you sent, you don’t take your time. Come here,” Savage growled. He stepped in, picked me up, and I wrapped around him like a baby koala. The coolness of his vest shocked my system and that’s when I realized I answered the door in my underwear.

Rage, kicked the door behind him shut.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Savage asked.

“Up stairs,” I said, staring at him. He smirked. He palmed my a*s and squeezed my cheeks, as he ascended the stairs. I looked behind him at Rage, he winked at me and I gave him a dreamy smile.

We went into the bedroom, Rage moved my bags off of the bed and Savage smacked my butt. I hopped off of him and kneeled on the bed.

“I like that,” Rage said as he took off his vest.

“Your vests are so pretty. Can you leave them on?”

“They’re cuts sweetheart. You want me to f*ck you with my cut on?” Rage asked.

“I want to suck your c*ck with your cut on,” I said.

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“F*ck yes,” he hissed. He quickly took off his boots, pants and his tank after removing his cut and

then putting it back on. His c*ck was rock solid. It was a long one. It wasn’t too thick, maybe two fingers, but his length made up for it. I licked my lips and he groaned.

“Come here sweetheart, can you swallow me whole?”

“I don’t know, but I’m game to try.”

I crawled towards him, he growled at the sight of me. I grabbed his shaft and licked it from balls

to tip where I swirled my tongue around the head and flicked the sensitive underside of it. I then

proceeded to stuff his d**k inside my mouth as I blew him for all I was worth. Meanwhile, Savage angled me, ripped my thong off and spread my legs. He must have undressed too, because I got a glimpse of his legs before he laid down under me with his head between my legs. The first swipe of his tongue had me squealing, which made Rage moan in pleasure. The squeal opened my throat more and Rage took advantage and shoved more of him down my throat. I gagged, and he pulled back and sunk in deep again.

“Take my c*ck Isha, take it all, baby. You’re such a good girl. F*ck you look so s*xy with your lips wrapped around me. I’m going deeper, baby,” he warned before he shoved the rest of his foot long down my throat. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that long but f*ck it was a lot.

I swallowed around him, making him groan and start making shallow thrusts with his hips. He kept chanting f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, as he f*cked my mouth. Savage, ate me like a starving man. His tongue dipped in and out of me over and over. He swirled and twirled it, he went to my clt and flicked it rapidly, making my hips hump his face. He groaned and shoved me farther on to him. I was smothering him in my juices and he was loving it. He smacked my a*s, and I choked on Rage’s c*ck. Rage grunted, and his seed spilled down my throat. I felt Savage gather some of my overflow and coat his fingers in it, and then he brought them back to my a*shole. Rage pulled out of my mouth and dropped to his knees. He slammed his mouth to mine as Savage put pressure on my back hole. I squeaked as he pushed one finger in and then twisted his hand as he took it back out. He did that over and over. I became a moaning mess as he flicked his tongue over my bundle of nerves and I exploded. Rage captured my scream in his mouth as he continued to kiss me. My hips moved back and forth on Savage’s face as he f*cked me with his tongue, prolonging my orgasm and pushing a second finger into me.

He continued to make me ride his face as he finger f*cked my a*s. I watched Rage get up, and walk around to the side of the bed. He got between Savage’s legs and before he swallowed his c*ck, I saw the monster that Savage had between his legs.

Then Rage had him in his mouth. I was twisted at the waist as I watched one gorgeous man blow another gorgeous man, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It had me detonating one more

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time and flooding Savage’s mouth. He groaned in ecstasy and pushed a third finger into me. I leaned forward, my hands bracing me as I looked down through my legs and watched Savage

clean me up with his talented tongue. He looked up at me when he was done.

“Lube?” he panted, and then closed his eyes and let out a long moan as I assumed he had just

came in Rage’s mouth. The look on his face was pure bliss.

“Side drawer on the right side of the bed.”

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I got off and laid down next to him as Rage opened the drawer and got out the bottle of lube, and

he smiled as he grabbed two condoms too. He tossed one to Savage and they both quickly tore them open and sheathed themselves. Even that was f*cking hot. I couldn’t believe they were both

still hard.

“Come here hot stuff. Climb on top of me,” Savage said. “I want those perfect t*ts in my face.”

I bit my bottom lip, looking at his c*ck. I looked at Rage.

“Will it fit?” I asked him.

“Fit’s my a*s just fine. You’ll love it. Here, I’ll lube him up to help.”

I watched as Rage poured lube over Savage’s sheathed c*ck and ran his hand up and down it.

“Oh, God, that’s so hot,” I said. They both chuckled.

When Savage was nice and slippery, I threw my leg over his and guided the tip of him to the entrance of my p*ssy.

I looked him in the eyes as I slowly slid down his shaft. We both groaned at the pleasure we were both experiencing.

“F*ck baby, you are tight. How long has it been since you’ve gotten d**k?”

“6 months,” I panted out. I lifted myself back up and slowly went down again until finally I seated.

“He’s a f*cking m*ron,” he groaned out. I felt Rage push on my shoulders. I leaned forward, moaning at the fullness I was experiencing.

Savage latched on to a n*pple and sucked hard, playing with my hard bud. I sucked in a breath, it felt so good to be touched again. I felt lube sliding between my a*s cheeks and then the blunt head of Rage’s d**k. He moved it up and down, spreading the lube before applying steady pressure.

I was panting, my eyes shut as I tried to relax. The closest thing I’ve done something like this was when Jason f*cked my a*s while also f*cking me with a dildo. Neither his p*nis or the dildo were as big or long as these two. I felt like I was being split open.

“Breathe, baby. Relax for me,” Rage whispered in my ear. Causing goosebumps to break out and

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helping me melt. He slipped in finally. I was extremely full.

“Oh God,” I cried out.

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Savage grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me passionately. I felt them start to move.

I was locked in place, trapped between these two Adonis’ as they took turns f*cking me. Increasing their speed and the force of their thrusts.

Oh God, I felt pressure building inside me. Savage was kissing me breathlessly while Rage

pumped in and out of my a*s, his breath in my ear. The sensation and fullness had my body starting to shake.

“That’s it baby. Feel how good we are. You take our c*cks so well, beautiful. Your a*s is so f*king

tight, Isha. I can feel Savage through your thin membrane. It feels like his d**k is rubbing against

mine. Do you like feeling two c*cks plowing you? You look so stunning taking two c*cks. Look in the mirror, baby. Look at how beautiful you are.”

I did as I was told and looked in my vanity mirror. Fick we were beautiful. I exploded. I screamed at the top of my lungs. The two men inside me picked up their paces and soon they were both

roaring as they emptied themselves into their c*ndoms. The one thing I loved about c*ndoms. No

mess.

Rage pulled out first and went to the bathroom. Savage rolled us and he kneaded my a*s.

“You feel okay?”

“Mmmmm,” I hummed, my eyes closed as I lingered in my bliss. I was waiting for the guilt to hit me, but there was none. I heard the shower turn on and then I was being lifted off of Savage’s c*ck. I couldn’t open my eyes. I was exhausted. Rage carried me into the shower. He held me as he took care of me. He washed my body and then my hair. He told me to lean back as he got all the shampoo out. When Savage got in, he conditioned my hair and then held me while Rage showered. Rage washed Savage as he held me, and then 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

“Sweet dreams, pretty girl. We’ll lock the bottom lack of your door,” Savage said.

“Thank you for such a satisfying night,” I said, closing my eyes.

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“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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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 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?”

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“No,” I said.

“Isha, come on,” he whined. I clenched my jaw and then relaxed.

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“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.”

“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**k. 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

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to want a woman that can’t help him in life?”

“I did help you, Jason, you just didn’t appreciate it.”

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“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 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**k 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

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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.

Her eyes widened, “You’re Isla Gold! I love your books.”

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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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

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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 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.”

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“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 glorious.”

I don’t know why I did it. It just happened. My hand lew 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 and then I am going to find some other place to sleep. Don’t follow me, or I am going to call 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.

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“Sure sweetheart, go. We got this,” the guy said.

I watched as she turned and walked away, and the

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I was so pissed. I could not believe he hit me. I looked in the rearview mirror when I stopped at a stoplight. My cheek was throbbing. I gasped a little at the welts on my face. That f*cking a*shole. I touched the welts, and they were as warm as they looked. I hoped I wouldn’t bruise.

That’s the last thing I needed was to show up in Vegas with a bruise on my face, worrying my mom

and Nana.

Pulling into my driveway a few minutes later I hurriedly opened the front door and ran upstairs for

my bags. I hastily threw the outfit I was wearing the next day in one of my bags. I looked up a

hotel, booked a room, and then I ordered an Uber and was pleased to see a ride was just two

minutes away. I looked around my room, looking to see if there was anything I was leaving behind because I was not coming back. There was nothing I wanted. I walked downstairs, looked around and then left my keys on the kitchen table. My ride was here so I locked the bottom lock of the door and felt the tension leave me as I got into the Uber.

Thirty minutes later I was in Denver getting out of the Uber, and walking into the Sonesta in downtown Denver. Using my personal bank card from my writer’s account, because I didn’t want Jason to know where I was staying, I paid for my room.

When I got to my suite, I set my bags down and flopped onto the couch. I looked at the time on my phone. It was four. For a second, I closed my eyes. This day started out so good. I had felt amazing and free. Now I’m mad and a little annoyed at myself for letting him get to me. I took my phone out of my bag and turned it on. A thousand notifications pinged on my phone. Most were from Jason and all the missed calls he made. Some were texts from him, one from my Nana and another from Dawson Becks. My eyebrows rose at that.

I deleted the ones from Jason without reading them. I deleted the whole chat thread. There was no reason to keep it. I blocked his number because, as far as I knew, there was nothing for us to talk about. I opened the text from Nana and smiled. There was a picture of mom holding fanned out money.

Nana: Your mom won five thousand dollars, the lucky duck.

Wtg Mom! I texted back.

When I opened Dawson’s I smiled more and then winced as my skin pulled tight. Stupid Jason. I palpated my cheek and it still felt swollen.

Dawson: I was going to wait a couple of days before contacting you, but you were on my mind and I wanted to see if you were okay?

I am good. I packed up and left. We had a big argument, and now I am in Denver staying at a

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hotel. Thanks for asking. Sorry again for crying all over you last night and involving you in my

drama.

I was going to put my phone down but saw that he was texting right away.

Dawson: Hey, I got worried there when I didn’t hear from you. I am glad you are doing good. Sorry you had to argue with him today. And I would do it again. Taking care of you was the least I

could do. Well, there could be a bright side with you being in Denver. I am having a BBQ today

at six. Would you like to come eat, meet my guys? I also invited a friend and his girlfriend, so

you won’t be the only girl here? I have wings, beef and pork ribs, corn on the cob, salad, and

cheesecake for dessert.

You had me at BBQ. I’d love to come over. Can I bring anything?

Dawson: Just your gorgeous self. My address is 1979 Brookehill Circle. I have a pool and hot tub. Also, for drinks, I have beer, Pepsi, Starry, and water. No wine. So, if you want wine, you’ll have to bring your own.

Okay, I’ll see you soon. Looking forward to it.

I don’t know why I accepted a complete stranger’s invitation to come to their house. But something told me that I could trust him. I mean, I did let this man take me home last night. He held me while I cried and listened to me while I blabbed about my complete sh*t show of a marriage. Plus, he was hot, not that that had any bearing on me saying yes. I’m hungry.

I jumped off of the couch and picked up my bags. checked out the bedroom and put my bags on the bed to search for a bathing suit. I found two. I had a purple halter one piece that had a diamond cutout on the chest area. I personally knew it showed a lot of cleavage, side b*ob and the sides were cut pretty high on my hips, but it had full bottom coverage.

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The second bathing suit was a black two-piece. The top covered the girls and only had the thick strap that went over my right shoulder, so it was pretty modest, but the bottom was jus scrap of triangle, and the back my a*s ate up, because it was a thong. So, I could either s of b*ob or a lot of a*s. I did have a sheer black sarong to cover my bottom that went with bikini. I went with the bikini and wrap. He didn’t say there would be any kids there, just some and one other girl.

I put on the bathing suit, and dove back in my bag to find the wrap. Spotting it at the bottom, I pulled it out. I also pulled out a yellow sundress to wear over the bikini. My beige wedges would go well with the sundress too, so I didn’t have to find shoes to go with it.

I still had a little time, and so I decided to write a little more. I was so engrossed in reading my own story as I checked for mistakes in the chapter I had just finished when my phone rang.

“Hey Savvy,” I said, shutting my laptop.

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“Hey, girl, so spill it,” she demanded. I smiled because I knew what she was talking about. “Seriously the best s*x of my life. I’ve never had multiple orgasms before and I came so hard that when I woke up this morning, my whole body was deliciously sore. I can’t believe this is the lifestyle I’ve been missing out on, and I am so d*mnjealous that you get to live it every day.”

Her laugh was loud and genuine.

“Girl, it’s the best life ever. So, besides the best s*x of your life, how are you feeling otherwise?” I took stock of my emotions.

“I’m actually okay. Except for the fact that Jason and I got into it earlier today, and he hit me.” “What? He hit you! Did you call the cops?”

“No, but I should have. I was just so upset that I got myself away from him, and now I’m in Denver staying at a hotel.”

“Well, I’m glad you left. Still, maybe you should file a report.”

“I honestly just never want to talk to him or see him again. But my day got better. I met a man last night at the awards ceremony. He actually took me home last night before I texted you for Rage or Savage’s number. Anyway, his name is Dawson Becks, he works for Becks Security, and he witnessed Jason giving me the divorce papers that were in an envelope. The a*shole actually did it at the ceremony after he won the realtor award. I passed out, and apparently right before I did, I asked Dawson to take me home to my house. I don’t know how he did it, but I woke up on my couch, and he was kneeling before me. He took care of me, let me cry on his shoulder and listened to me blab. Then he put his number in my phone and told me to call him if I needed anything. He was really sweet. Anyway, I got a text from him, and he invited me over to his house for a BBQ and to swim. Am I crazy for accepting?”

“No. Just give me his number and address. You call me when you arrive. Call not text. Then I want you to check in every hour on the hour with phone calls. If you skip even one hour, I am calling the police, and Jack, Mac and I, with the kids, will show up at his house and harass him.”

“You’re an awesome friend, Savvy,” I said with a smile.

“I know.”

I burst out laughing. We talked for a little while longer. I told her the terms of the divorce and what I was doing tomorrow and that I would be gone for a few weeks visiting my mom and Nana.

When we hung up, I saw it was five forty, so I ordered an Uber. My phone rang and, thinking it was Savvy, I answered without looking to see who it was.

“Hey gorgeous, did you forget something?” I asked

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“Where are you? Why aren’t you home?”

“What the f*ck, Jason? How are you calling me? I blocked you!”

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“Yeah, I know, so I went to the store and got a burner. Why did you block me? And why aren’t you here? You can’t still be mad. I explained things and I apologized for hitting you.”

“Don’t call me again!” I snapped. I hung up, blocked this number and took a deep breath. I grabbed my purse and, fuming, left my room.

How dare he question me? He has no right anymore to demand anything from me. He asked for the divorce. I signed the papers. F*cking prick.

My Uber was waiting out front. I was thankful the lady that picked me up wasn’t too chatty. I answered some questions she politely asked, but then we were both silent, listening to the music she had on. Fifteen minutes later, she was pulling up to a gorgeous house. We both said wow, and then looked at each other laughing. I gave her five stars and a big tip, for having to deal with my sulky a*s. I looked at the house and took a deep breath. Please don’t be Ted Bundy, or Buffalo Bill. I hope this wasn’t a mistake and I ended up being barbecued. I sent Savvy all the information and called her real quick to let her know I had arrived. Here I go, off on another wild adventure.

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