Page 10 of The Right Woman

Maybe she doesn’t remember the horrific battles they fought while together, but I sure as hell haven’t forgotten. All the affairs. The times he swore he would kill her. And those nights I’d lie in bed planning to Lizzie Borden my entire family.

No one has ever believed me. No one has ever believedinme. If I brought up what life was like there in our perfect suburban home, it didn’t make sense to their little brains. Not with how presentable everyone thought the Hendricks were. Sowell-manneredand polite.

It’s always been Piper’sattitudethat’s the problem. My inability to sit still or to throw a tantrum when they’d try to fit me into outfits like my sister’s. Hiding when it was time to curl my hair. Soviolentwhen they’d accuse me of making things up…

I grow my lack of conformity to be a thorn in their side.

Changing the topic, Maeve smiles sweetly and asks, “So, have you given more thought to inviting Dad out for coffee? I think he enjoys this place. He told me he’d like to come here.”

I scoff, and she snaps her green eyes to mine.

My mother ignores us both and sips her coffee delicately. And like a true gossip, she says so nonchalantly, “I’m sure your father is busy with other interests. Like brunettes with bad boob jobs.”

Maeve’s jaw clenches, and through her perfectly veneered white teeth, she tries to maintain a polite tone. “That’s why I’m saying,Mother, that maybe it’s time to get him away from those distractions.”

Unfortunately, Cora Hendricks sees every other woman my dad has fucked as some type of direct competition to getting everything she wants. Instead of immediately realizing what a bad idea this is, she looks as if she’s considering it. My stomachrolls from not just the latte (Did Maggie poison this?), but from the look on my mother’s face. One of conniving determination.

“I have to go to work. I don’t want to be late.” Pushing my chair back, neither bids me a goodbye, nestling their heads together to devise some type of scheme I want no part of.

Just as I pull out my phone to text my father a warning, I run smack into the titan that was standing behind me in line. He huffs and stands back, a grumpy scowl coating his face. With a wave of his hand, he flicks it toward the door. “Please. Afteryou.”

There’s something oddly familiar about him, and it makes my belly ache worse than being around my family. Looking straight ahead, I rush past him and out the door, my phone buzzing from a text.

Dad

Your mother just can’t handle that I’m happy now.

Hurrying toward the library, I try not to trip on some wayward cracks in the pavement and make it to the back door to open it just in time for my shift. Another text pops up when I check the time on my phone.

Dad

She’s a complete fucking bitch like that.

Once I’ve clocked in and settled behind the desk to go through the returns, I punch Essa’s number and put it on speaker. “Hey, pretty lady! So when am I meeting this handsome porn cock boyfriend of yours?”

My best friend’s giggly laugh takes the stresses of the morning away immediately. “How about you come over for dinner tonight? You can meet him then.”

“Perfect. I’ll bring some cookies for dessert!”

Chapter

Five

ADON

Feelslike my brain is running through a meat grinder. Can’t get my favorite coffee anymore for fear of running into that pink pixie. Well, notfearas much as just thinking of taking her across my knee, spanking her until she behaves, then fucking her into next week.

Because it’s Friday, and I amnotgoing back to the club now. She’s invaded every fucking space I have. Surprised she hasn’t stolen my car or moved into my house.

She’s in my every thought and I can’t get her out. Usually, I’ll flip through a catalog of the previous week’s sex club events. But no. She had to ruin that by leaving me high and dry. Literally dry. Not a drop of cum was spilled into her tiny twat.

So I’ve been fapping to the little girl squirming on my lap since last week. Came three times to what her face would look like when I entered her. Bet her lungs would lose air from how big I am.

“I’m not doing this again.” Voice aimed at my hard dick, I shake my head, then get up from bed.My palm rubs down my face until I can stand and make it to the bathroom, starting my routine for the day. The good thing about today is that thekids will be back with me after school. They’ll make a good distraction from that rosy-cheeked woman invading my life like patchouli poison.

The water isn’t getting hot. I hold my hand under the stream for several minutes before turning it off. Wrapping a towel around my middle, I march down the hall to the water heater closet. The pilot light is still lit, but I can’t get the water warm in any of the sinks, either. I don’t have time to deal with this.

With a loud growl, I hurriedly take a freezing shower. As I’m stepping out, I slip on the tile and almost land on the edge of the tub. Great. Now my back is tweaked again. Which means no gym for a day or two. The tension of not being able to lift already makes my neck tight.

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