Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“No, I’m good. I’m sorry – when did you say your mom will be back?”
Minnie smiles, again so radiant that my knees go weak.
“Joelle’s at the dentist’s right now, so maybe forty-five minutes or so? She sees Dr. Henley, over on Marriott Street, and that’s not far from here, so it could be even sooner. But can I give that to her for you?” Minnie asks, with a nod at the yellow folder in my hand. “There’s no need to stop by again. I’ll make sure she gets it.”
I immediately shake my head. Holy fuck, these are divorce papers! No way am I handing them off to Joelle’s daughter.
“No thanks,” I say in a smooth tone. “I’ll just wait until your mom gets back.”
“Sure thing,” Minnie murmurs with another sweet smile. “It was nice to see you, Mr. Landry.”
I stand there for a few moments, staring at her like a vapid fool, but then jerk myself back to the present.
“You too, Minnie. Enjoy Evergreen.”
With that, I turn my back and stride purposefully down the garden path and back to the big house. What the fuck just happened? Why did I behave like a teenage boy instead of a hardened alpha male? What the fuck did that young girl just do to me?
But I put it out of my head because I need to serve my wife with divorce papers ... and her daughter was merely the collateral damage.
Unfortunately, the service did not go smoothly. After leaving the cottage, I strolled by the garage still thinking about Minnie. Holy fuck, she’s gorgeous. Young, vibrant, and so fucking sexy with that big bust and long legs. Just the way she said “Mr. Landry” made me go hard, and I know I want to see her again.
Yeah, but how? the voice in my head scoffs. Are you really going to start dating the daughter of your ex-wife? How fucked up is that?’
I merely shake my head. I’m a fucking billionaire, and billionaires do what they want. They go to Mars. They rearrange the federal government. Fuck, they even get involved in European politics. Fucking a young girl who happens to be an ex’s daughter is the least of it.
At that moment, I stroll by my massive garage and see Henry, my chauffeur, wiping down the yellow Lambo.
“Mr. Landry,” he says courteously. “Can I take you anywhere?”
I’m just about to say no, when an idea strikes. Why not serve these goddamn papers and get it done with? I know where Joelle’s dentist works. I’ll swing by the office and serve her in front of some people she knows, embarrassing her in the process. Of course, my ex is a shameless whore, so maybe she won’t care, but I want to get this shit done. I’m through with her, and getting this divorce on the road is key.
“Actually Henry, yes,” I say in a smooth tone. “I need to get to a dental office on Marriott Street. Dr. Henley.”
Henry nods and immediately straightens.
“Certainly, sir. I know the place. Shall we take the Bentley?”
I nod.
“Yeah, definitely.”
Then, within minutes, the vehicle pulls into the small shopping plaza where Jacob Henley, DDS, practices according to a sign hanging from the awning.
“Shall I wait here?” Henry asked, turning to look at me from the driver’s seat.
“Yeah, I’ll just be a second,” I grunted before getting out of the car. Once outside, I stared at the small building. It was boxy and nondescript, with two big windows in the front. Joelle’s Mercedes (purchased with my money) was parked in the front, as well as a shiny Dodge Ram pickup. Interesting. I had no idea that Stuart Henley was the type to drive a pickup, but whatevs. Maybe the dentist liked off-roading in his free time.
With confident steps, I strolled to the office and let myself into the waiting room. The office was silent. Too silent, in fact, although the fluorescent lights were on, and magazines scattered about the coffee table. But there was no one at reception, and an alarm went off in my head. What the fuck was going on?
“Hello?” I asked to the empty room. No one answered, surprise, surprise.
Moving quietly, I opened the door separating the waiting room from the office itself, and passed into a dimly lit green-carpeted hallway. Damn, this office was ugly and industrial, but through several slightly open doors, I could see dentist’s chairs in a reclining position, with the requisite adjustable lamp above them, as well as trays of glinting silver tools.
Silently, I moved down the hall further into the office suite, and that’s when I saw it: my wife and a handsome dental hygienist fucking like dogs on the floor of one of the offices. Joelle looked good, to be honest. The woman was buck naked and on all fours, her big breasts swinging as she was reamed from behind by a young buck with a muscular back and fake tan.