Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Divorce me, Kenzo. I want to finally start living. To start being me, not the shy girl who always works from home because she doesn’t want to leave or is too afraid of someone saying something about her. I want to live. Maybe even meet a man who one day will want to marry me, not because he wants to fuck—”
“I didn’t want to fuck you,” I say, interrupting her.
Her lips pull up in a smirk.
“No, you didn’t, did you? So why did you marry me?”
“Not even I can answer that question.” I pull my face away, and she sighs before she rolls over and curls into a ball. It isn’t long before I hear soft snores.
I lie there contemplating her.
Not life, just her.
Is what she said true?
Why did I offer to marry her?
I would never have done that for anyone else.
I would have ignored them, possibly even killed them, and walked off.
Yet she made me stop.
She made everything stop.
And I hate that so much.
That she could have that much power over me to make my world stop.
It’s unfair for someone to have power like that.
Especially someone who looks like her.
A beguiling mixture of a vixen and a nymph all rolled into one.
Sitting up and getting out of bed, I dress. It doesn’t take me long to find my things. When I have everything, I look back to see Mayve hasn’t moved, still sound asleep like nothing in this world could hurt her.
Little does she know the monster she should fear…
Is me.
I shut the door behind me as I leave.
And imagine what it would be like if I walked in and put a bullet in her head. Would it make me feel better knowing that she’s no longer here to torment my fucking thoughts? Or… Fuck that! Hurting her in general makes me want to be violently ill. The blood from her neck, while it made my cock hard, was the first time I ever second-guessed my actions.
What if I hurt her?
And that thought alone is why I should kill her.
Having a weakness in my line of work is so damn dangerous.
Twenty-Three
Mayve
A week goes by, and my only contact with him is divorce papers delivered to me at work. At work!
What an ass.
But I guess that’s the best way to do it.
The office is abuzz with what’s happening, and I know Jeff is due to come into my office and talk to me any second now. Vanessa has walked past with a smile, and a few co-workers have given me a half-hearted, “So sorry.” I smiled politely at them all. It’s all I can do.
“Mayve, I heard the news.” Jeff walks in, his hand on his heart. “I had a divorce once, in my early twenties. Thought it was love, but I was wrong.” He takes the seat on the other side of my desk. “Take all the time you need. You have been a real value to this firm, and I need you at your best.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Take a week, at least. To get everything sorted. You’ll probably need a lawyer.” He reaches for his phone in his pocket. “I have a great one. Do you have any assets?”
“No.”
“Okay, good. Nice and clean.” He pauses. “Did you expect it?” Before I can answer, he continues, “I didn’t. The way that man looked at you, it was like you were his last meal.” He shakes his head. “Strange man, but I could see the want in his eyes for you. It’s why I never said anything.”
“Thanks, Jeff.” I smile and focus on a stack of papers on the corner of my desk, I like Jeff, but I don’t want to be taking divorce advise from him either.
“I cleared the books for you this week. Vanessa will take over just until you’re back.” I grind my teeth at that bit of information. Of course, she will. She wanted this promotion just as much as I did. Do I blame her, though? No. The perks of this job are amazing. I thought my old hours and pay was sufficient, but this? Well, this is beyond what I imagined. I have tripled my savings and think I’m ready to buy my first car. Then, after that, I want to move closer to work, but I’m not sure where.
Kenzo lives closer to work. I internally scream at myself for even thinking that.
“I’ll send you my lawyer’s information. Go home, Mayve. Drink a bottle of whatever you drink and relax. You deserve it with all the work you’ve been doing. Don’t think I don’t see you’ve also been doing extra hours at home.” He stands, and I offer him a small smile before he leaves. I look down at the papers again.
“Didn’t think it would last, though I was surprised it lasted as long as it did.” I raise my gaze at Vanessa’s voice. “Did you hire him? Is he an escort?” She crosses her arms over her chest.