“Zach-y, I don’t know why you won’t allow me at your penthouse anymore.” Jennifer made herself comfortable in my office.
She had started to make surprise visits to my office for the past week. Ever since Dr. Jha kicked my family out of the hospital room, the three of them seemed to attach themselves to me at the hip. I couldn’t get rid of them. I thought my headaches with my memories were painful, the things my parents now threw at me were downright torture. Then Jennifer had taken it upon herself to refuse all gifts unless they came directly from my hand.
“I told you. I’m rarely there anymore and if I am, it’s only to sleep. I don’t know if or when I’m going to have the same issue. I won’t allow anyone to be around when that happens.” I pinched the bridge of my nose.
At first, I hadn’t been keen on explaining the reason for my sudden hospitalization but I finally got fed up with the constant questions. I didn’t want anyone to see me like that. If I could help it, I wouldn’t allow Jason, Stacy, or Adrian either, but they were my check-ins now. The last thing I needed was my socialite fiancé telling everyone I had night terrors.
“You know, we haven’t had sex in weeks. I need you.”
I looked up from my laptop to see her leaning over my desk, her breasts pushed up and a smirk on her face. My eyes stared directly at her breasts before I registered what I was looking at.
“Did you get implants?” I tried to keep the disgusted tone out of my voice.
“Do you like them? I just went a couple cup sizes larger. I thought they would look lovely in the wedding dress I picked out. I know you like boobs as well.” She bit her lower lip and leaned in further.
Fake marriage. Fake love. Fake wife. Why not add fake breasts to the mix? I sighed. This woman really didn’t know what I liked. Big breasts didn’t do it for me. It was the natural look. If I’d had my way, I’d have her gain more weight to really allow her curves to be the highlight. It would be ridiculous to voice my tastes when, at the end of the day, it didn’t matter.
“Come here.”
She squealed in delight. As soon as she ran around the desk, I took her roughly by the hips and bent her over the desk. Jennifer moaned as I slapped her ass, hard.
“Next time, consult me before you make changes to your body. I have to live with those now.” I slapped her ass harder and she moaned again.
Hiking up her dress, I raised an eyebrow. “No underwear. Why, Miss Sinclair, who did you think you would be seducing today?”
“You. You…Zach…please…”
I ran my finger along her slit and slid a finger into her cunt. She moaned and started to grind against my finger. Adding another finger, I started going faster. Gripping her thigh with my other hand, I held it so tight that I had no doubt there would be bruises tomorrow. I felt her start to tighten around my fingers as I massaged her clit with my thumb. As her moans became more heated, I slipped out my fingers.
“Zach…what…no…please…baby…”
I rolled my eyes and unbuckled my belt, my dick was erect and easily sprung free as soon as I pulled down my pants. Standing up, I rubbed my tip at the entrance of her cunt.
“Is this what you wanted? This what you have been waiting for?”
“Yes…please…give it to me baby…”
I leaned over, barely sliding in. “I need you to tell me what you want. Tell me exactly.”
“I need…need your dick…in me…now…please…” Jennifer was panting as she tried to push against me, push my dick further into her.
I smirked. “Then why didn’t you just say so, darling?” I readjusted before slamming into her from behind. Letting out my own moan, I continued to rail her cunt. Jennifer let out whimpering moans as I sped up. She climaxed within minutes, but I continued my relentless fucking of her pussy as I chased my own release. Finally, I slammed into her, emptying myself before I slapped her ass one more time.
Grabbing wipes, I quickly wiped her down before wiping myself off and pulling my pants back up. “Let me get back to work, Jennifer.”
“Yes, sir.” She pulled her dress back down and smiled at me before leaving the office.
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. I pressed the button on my phone. “Stacy, you have been lighting up my phone for the past ten minutes. What the hell do you want?”
“This…we need to talk. Is she…”
I rolled my eyes. “She is gone. You can come in.”
The phone went dead and Stacy came in with Jason and Derek, my personal lawyer, right behind them. My brow furrowed and I looked at the three of them. Jason looked like he had seen a ghost, Stacy and Derek both looked a bit panicked but confused. Stacy turned and closed the door, locking it. Jason went to all the windows and closed all the blinds. My interest was now seriously piqued.
“Did you honestly have to fuck her in the office, Zach? I mean seriously. Just leave it at home.” Stacy made a face as she started to clean up papers on my desk out of habit.
“She tried to show off her breast implants.”
Jason started to laugh. “She’s been with you for over two years and she got breast implants? Does she not know you at all?”
“It’s her own self-interest. I heard her modeling company came down on her for her recent weight gain pretty hard a few days ago. She went home to her parents, crying. Their gift? New breasts. Apparently, neither of you read the tabloids.” Stacy said, matter-of-factly.
“The girl is digging her own grave.”
Jason had sat down on the couch but wasn’t lounging. He sitting up straight on the couch and that itself was weird. Usually, he would be relaxing or would have picked up the newspaper by now. Derek seemed out of place for a moment, trying to figure out if he needed to stand or sit for this.
“Can I offer you something to drink, Derek?” I looked at him and he nodded.
“We are all going to need one. Maybe two.” Jason added, his mouth pulled into a grimace.
Nodding, I took out four glasses and made everyone a double. Walking forward, I sat down on the single chair with Derek finally sitting down next to me. Stacy sat across from me and Jason was next to her on the couch. Jason set out his laptop and opened it.
“So, remember you put me in charge of Best Man duties?”
My eyes narrowed. “Yes? Only because Adrian declined the position.”
“Yeah yeah. Well, I was doing some research into just what exactly the best man does. You know, the speech, have the rings, bachelor party…all that shit. But apparently, I’m also to make sure that the paperwork is in order with the priest and everything. Did you know that?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know what goes into a wedding, honestly. Adrian also just jumped ship and got married overseas with none of us around. So I don’t know the details.”
“Men. Typical.” Stacy rolled her eyes.
“Anyways. I decided to pull up the types of paperwork that I needed. Turns out there are the certificates and other stuff you need to provide the priest to sign and then submit to the state. Anyways, I did my usual dive into all this stuff…”
I took a sip of my drink. “On company time, of course.”
“Of course. I actually have a social life.” Jason smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes and soon faltered into a more serious look. “I decided to try and see if I could understand how to fill out the paperwork and get it all started.”
“Sure. Not seeing where Derek or I come in.” Stacy added and I looked at her, confused.
“Do you not know what is going on?”
She shook her head. “He just rushed in like a crazy person. Saying this would be the end all be all and if anyone found out we would be fucked. I mean, I haven’t seen him that hysterical since four years ago when that one girl said she was pregnant with his kid.”
We all looked at him, wide-eyed. Derek seemed to also be out of the loop as to why he was here, but the fact that Jason called him meant it was bad. What the hell could be so bad? Jason had a tendency to blow stuff out of proportion but never included a third party into his hysterics.
“Let me get through this shit. So, I go through filling out the names and submit it to be printed and it comes up with an error.”
“An error?” I heard the edge in Derek’s voice.
Jason nodded. “And I thought maybe I spelled the names wrong or something. But no, I didn’t. Then I thought, maybe our girl was hiding a secret.”
“A secret marriage? I mean, I wouldn’t put it past her.” Stacy chuckled, taking a sip of her drink. “A secret marriage to some fuck-boy in France? Anything could happen.”
“That’s the thing, though. It wasn’t her. It was Zach.” Jason looked at me, fear and worry in his eyes.
“What?” Stacy leaned forward, just as Derek leaned back in his seat, taking a full gulp from his glass.
Jason shook his head and I stared at him, shocked. “Zach…you’re married. You have been for the last three years.”
“I’m sorry…what?” It took a good five minutes before anyone could speak. I couldn’t even fathom what Jason was telling me. It was Stacy who recovered the earliest. Derek had already gotten up to refill his glass. “He’s been married. Zachary Emmett Anderson, married on May 5th in Las Vegas, Nevada to a Evelyn Harris. Married by an Elvis, but it’s an actual wedding certificate.” Jason turned the computer around to show the photocopy of the marriage certificate. Sure enough, my name was printed out in my own handwriting; as well as my signature. The woman’s name, written and signed in her own handwriting. I stared at the screen for a minute. “I wasn’t drunk when I signed this.” “What are you talking about? Of course, you were drunk! Why the hell would you say that? You were in Vegas for god’s sake.” Stacy grabbed the computer to turn it around. Her glass hovered at her lips before she cursed. “You’re right. That’s your sober signature. What the hell, Zach? What happened in Vegas afte
***Evelyn’s POV*** I heard the music from my alarm and I moaned. If someone said that waking up at 4 a.m. gets easier with time, they were lying. Lying through their damn teeth. Stretching, I reached out with my left hand to silence my phone. Rolling over, I set my feet on the ground and sighed. Wood floors, great for cleaning, freezing cold in the morning. Looking over, my son Elliot was still curled up on his side of the bed. It took him a week for him to start to sleep through my alarms. He had his own little alarms with his favorite songs that got him going in the morning. One of the songs was sung by his father and I didn’t have the heart to tell him he couldn’t listen to it. Smiling, I kissed his head and went into the bathroom for the usual morning routine. Showering, I dried off quickly and placed my brace around my upper body. Attaching my bionic arm to the socket in my shoulder, I locked it in place. Adjusting my neck, I took a deep breath and tightened the muscles in my
“Mom! I’m gonna be late!” I smiled and turned around. Elliot was running toward me in his little school outfit with his blue backpack. Patting my hands on my apron, I pulled him into a hug. “Good morning, pumpkin.” “Mmm…mmmm….we….nneeee…..goooo….” I let go and he exaggerated taking in breaths. “What’s got you so excited about school today?” “We are having animals come today and they have a frog!” Smiling, my son’s newest obsession has been frogs, but his inability to find a frog at our local parks has left him depressed for the last couple months. When he heard there were going to be animals at his Pre-K class, he specifically asked for a frog. I didn’t know if they did actually have one, but it sounded like someone made a promise he was going to hold them accountable for. “Alright, sweetheart. We will go now.” I pulled off my apron and took his hand. “Mike, I’m going to take Elliot to school. I’ll be back in a half hour.” “Sounds good. Have fun, kiddo!” Elliot went up to Mike
“I’m sorry…what?” The voice on the other end stammered. Wiping my eyes, I shook my head at Mike who sent me a worried glare. Turning, I leaned against the wall, away from the eyes of customers. “I said, what took you people so damn long? I put in requests for the divorce as soon as I heard about his engagement to that model. I didn’t hear a single reply back. Not one. Honestly, three fucking months till their wedding and you’re just calling me now?” I could hear laughter on the other end. I knew other people were listening and I wondered if he was as well. I hoped he was. I hope he could hear the spite in my voice. “I’m sorry, ma’am, there are some circumstances that prevented us previously from coming forward. However, we would like to invite you out to the office to settle everything.” “Oh yeah?” I rolled my eyes. Of course, out to them. Why am I not surprised? “You realize I run my own business and I have other things that I need to do, correct? I can’t just drop everything for
Rubbing my eyes, I looked up at the carousel with my flight information on it. I was already holding my hard case with my bionic arm in it. I found out it was much easier to carry on my arm than it was to wear it in the airport. Most of the time, they made you break it apart anyways to look at it since they can’t wand it because it’s full metal. So, it’s just better that it goes through the machine like an instrument. It was a pain to be one handed, but usually airport staff were nice enough to help. There are always exceptions to that, and New York was one of them. It was absolute chaos trying to get through this airport. Finally, one of my fellow passengers, a doctor out for a conference, was nice enough to help me when I needed it. I knew I would be going from the airport to my hotel, then directly to the office because the flight landed on time but took an extra twenty minutes to get unloaded. Sighing, I set my arm down between my legs and leaned over, eyeing my bag. Quickly grabb
His back was turned to me and he was looking out the window. I thanked the gods that I didn’t meet his eyes. I think right there I would have crumbled. But seeing his back, being reminded that all I would ever see is this man’s back made me angrier. It helped me look back down at the page and fight through the pain that now hammered in my heart. Reading over the first couple pages, I went back and started crossing out paragraphs. Fifteen million. They were offering me fifteen fucking million and part of me wanted to be a petty bitch and take them for all their pennies. I couldn’t, though. I couldn’t even take them for more than what I was thinking to help Elliot in the future. Reading through more of it, fifteen million wasn’t even all of it. They also added in a trust of five million, which I crossed out and put one million. That would cover all of Elliot’s college and then some if he wanted to invest in something for his future. Everything else I crossed out. I came to a fun clause
***Zachary’s POV*** “She crossed off all the money.” I didn’t move from where I had fallen back. My hand had touched her shoulder, or what was left of it. Suddenly all her movements with only her left hand made sense. She lost her arm, her whole right arm, saving me. It was enough to do so much damage they just removed it. We also weren’t in Vegas. We were in Greece, for our honeymoon. Not only had we signed the marriage certificate sober but then we had a honeymoon. “What do you mean she crossed off all the money?” Jason grabbed the papers out of Derek’s hands. “Shit. Everything but one million put into a trust account. Literally everything.” I looked at them before racing down the hallway. Jason was behind me, but I didn’t know if Stacy had also made it out. Almost sliding to a stop, I saw her, standing in front of the elevators. Every time I laid eyes on her my heart did flips. When I walked in and looked at her, her head down reading the document, I thought I was going to los
Peeling my eyes open, I was met with the familiar throbbing headache. It hit differently with an extra burn in the stomach and throat. Slowly sitting up, I looked around. I was in bed, which I didn’t remember being in. Hell, I didn’t even remember coming inside. The last thing I remembered sitting out in the rain, strumming and singing. I felt better. I felt better minus the copious amount of whiskey that was burning its way through my veins. Sitting up, I was still in my dress shirt and slacks. I discarded them and pulled on some sweats. Making my way down the stairs, I opened up the fridge and grabbed some milk. I needed something to coat my stomach at this point. I didn’t even know what time it was. There was still an edge of fuzziness that confirmed I’d drank enough that I hadn’t slept it off. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” Spewing milk over the counter, I nearly jumped out of my skin as Adrian popped his head up over the couch. “Fucking hell. Dumbass, don’t scare th