Irreconcilable differences," he said, pursing his lips. "It's either because the person seeing me has fallen in love with someone else or his wife has and he can't prove it. The shell-shocked look about you tells me that it isn't you running around, which means it's your wife and you can't prove it. So ... who do you think she's cheating with?"'Tell him!' something inside of me screamed. 'Tell him all the sordid details!' I actually opened my mouth before closing it. Even in a hallucination I couldn't bring myself to say those words, though."It's just ... irreconcilable differences," I said quietly, closing my eyes briefly."Relative, then?" he said, his voice damnably smug."Wha-What?" I sputtered again."Son, I've seen it all," he said quietly. "I've sat in this chair a long time and I've become pretty good at reading people. I can tell you're hurting. From what I know of you, what Rory tells me, you're not a man to make an unsubstantiated claim against someone – not even your wif
I choked up before I could respond. I'd been keeping my emotions down deep in my stomach, holding them hostage there. As I strove to answer his question, though, I found myself unable to hold them any longer."Two reasons," I said quietly. Oh god, this wasn't a nightmare, was it? This was really happening, wasn't it? "First, I just ... just want this to go away. Quickly. I need it to ... I need it to be over as fast as possible ... I can ... I can't...""No matter what you do, this ain't gonna be over quickly for you, son," Owen interrupted me. His voice was quiet, sad. I shouldn't be able to hear that sadness in a bad dream, should I? "What's the second reason?""Because I love her," I responded simply and quietly, unable to hold the tears from rolling down my face. This one was easier. "I can't help it. I still love her."The older man shook his head. "Son, have you thought about counseling? I mean, cheating is a hard thing to get over but some people can do that.""Not me," I said,
The rage of being there for her over and over and over again only to find she'd never really been there for me. I couldn't deny it any longer. This was real. She'd fucked me over and nothing she or I would ever be able to say could change that.The sky through the taxi window was blurry but whether it was due to the rain or my tears was anyone's guess. I had made a life for Amber. I had given my life for her. She was my life. We'd had it all: money, friends, a wonderful child. How the hell could she do this?I'd fucking had so many opportunities to get some anonymous woman in bed. Waitresses, business associates, interns and employees for the companies I'd contracted out to. Hell, even some of my own employees made it pretty clear that they were available; my admin, Jeanie, for example, with her red hair down to the crack of her ass and those emerald green eyes that looked so innocent and yet so damn naughty. You can't tell me that bending over the desk to point out contract details w
"Hi, I'd like to speak with Johnny Diamond," I said into the phone. I'd paused just inside my office building."I'm sorry, sir, but he's out," the soft voice replied. "May I ask what this is about?""Yeah," I said, my voice almost a snarl. "I need to hire him.""Oh, well..." I heard paper shuffling as her voice trailed off. "I have an appointment for tomorrow morning at 8am. I won't have anything after that until next week, next Wednesday at 10am.""Tomorrow morning is fine," I replied. "I'll see him tomorrow at 8.""WAIT! Sir!" she called as I moved to turn the cell phone off."Yes?""Who can I tell him the appointment is for?" she asked in relief."Davison," I replied after a moment's thought. Johnny and I had shared a room at the Davison halfway house. "Just put down Mr. Davison."I used the back door to get in; the back door opened on some stairs and my office was on the 8th floor just off those stairs. I wasn't up to seeing too many people right now. I wasn't sure I could be civi
She smiled when my dick popped out, as I eased my underwear down my legs. In spite of myself, I was hard as a rock. Maddie was a very attractive young lady."Wow," she said with a gasp, the smile never leaving her face. "Amber's told me stories about it but it's even more beautiful than she said. I never believed her when she claimed it was over 9 inches ... but she wasn't lying, was she? And thick ... she never mentioned how thick it is..."I watched her as she licked her lips, staring at my turgid length. I stepped up to her, grabbing her around the arms and turned her, bending her face down on my desk. She moaned as she pushed her ass out at me, wiggling it against me to draw my attention to it."Yeah, baby," she moaned, her ass wiggling, wiggling. "Take me like a dog. Fuck me over your desk. Oh, baby ... spank my ass then shove that big, thick cock up my cunt."I bent over her, nestling my dick into the crack of her ass. My feet were moving, sliding, as my dick moved up and down h
I have to admit, that had hit me right in the gut. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that ... I mean it wasn't Mikey's fault who his parents were, right? Suffer not the children and all that. I guess it was just too hard to let go of nearly four years with the little boy. Somewhere, on some deep level, I still had to admit that I loved the kid. That I missed him, even. Or maybe I just missed the idea that I had my own family. I couldn't be sure.It's what had finally decided things for me, though. It was the pebble too many; the fucking straw that had broken the camel's back. I was ranting and raving before, angry, upset, hating the world. Possibly, though, maybe even probably, I would have eventually calmed down. I would have eventually found it within myself to let go and forget Amber and Dave. Finding out that the little boy, my little son, wasn't my little son ... well, that had focused me. My anger had turned to rage and then beyond, way into something I'm not sure even had a
I'd been waiting three months, I didn't want to have to wait for those lazy bums to get off their fat asses and get around to opening my care packages.In part three, I had Diamond's telephone crew calling both Dave and Maddy's work, asking to speak to them, asking for quotes ... the whole nine yards. Hey, I think it is my civic duty to make sure that everyone close to those three know all about their perverted life-style. I'm performing community service. Really.Okay, so I don't fucking care about community service ... but it sounds so much better than revenge, doesn't it?Of course, I had a few contingency plans but I didn't want to do anything else until I could see how this phase turned out. I wanted them ruined, imprisoned, with their family turning their backs on them. I wanted them cold and alone, just like I was. I wanted them to know what true pain felt like, what it was like to have someone twisting a knife in your back.Of course, they'd know who'd ruined their lives. That
"I wouldn't be very good company," I explained, backing up a step. "I'm not ... it's been...""I know," she interrupted. "That's exactly WHY you need to do this. You need a family right now, Marc ... and mine is offering. They know you just got a divorce so they won't bring it up; as a matter of fact, if you just want to keep to yourself, that'll be fine for them. You need to see how a true, loving family works, boss.""That's another reason," I said as I jumped on her last words. The truth was that she was saying just the right things to me. I hated being alone. Oh, I was used to it ... but I hated it. Amber and Mikey ... when I'd thought of them as my family ... had been my "crowning jewels". They'd been everything to me; I'd been without a real family for so long that I yearned for it. "I'm your boss. You're my employee. I don't think it's appropriate..."I never got to finish the thought. She turned, grabbed a folded paper from her desk and thrust it at me."What's this?" I asked