Page 112 of Yearn
He tilted his head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I folded the order. “Could you not get your lazy dick up again? Did you beg her to be patient like you did with me? Oh, baby, give me one more minute. I swear it will get hard.”
His bottom lip quivered. “I don’t have that problem with my dick.”
“Your little dick can’t get up because it’s pathetic, worthless, and sad just like you.”
That landed.
He blinked again and snarled. “I couldn’t get hard because you gained weight. That’s the only reason why I couldn’t get hard.You let yourself go. Not just your body, your whole ambition. You had potential. I couldn’t want you because you stopped wanting anything more than to raise the kids.”
That hurt, but I laughed at him instead. “You wish that were the reason.”
“It was.”
“Well then if you like skinny women so much, go back to her or find a new one. Why are you over here?”
Sneering some more, Scott took a step closer.
I didn’t move.
“Fine. Now you’ve forced me to tell you the truth.”
“Oh sure, Scott. Let’s hear the truth according to you.”
“Teyonah, I don’t care about you. I don’t even love you. I could never. You’re too fat. Too ugly. Too useless. I’m here for the kids.”
“You’re here because you lost me, and then you lost the story about being the good husband and father. So you hired someone to write you back into the house.”
“My sons want me here.”
I rolled my eyes. “Where was that energy when Oliver had the stomach bug last month and I was bleaching sheets at two in the morning? Where was that energy when J’s art show was on a Wednesday and you had ‘a conflict’? Name one of J’s favorite books. Name at least one of Oliver’s after school activities.”
He opened his mouth and closed it. “This isn’t about trivia.”
“It is. It’s about you not knowing your kids, and about you thinking ‘stability’ is the sound of your voice in a house you don’t take care of.”
“I move in tonight, so deal with it. And I’m not having this out where your tenant can eavesdrop on us.”
“He’s not eavesdropping, he’s staying out of the way because I asked him to. Grown men know how to do that.”
“A grown man? He’s a kid. Hmm.” He studied me. “But are you hoping he will be your rebound? Are you cooking his meals so he can maybe see you as attractive? Don’t waste your time. He’s got better options than an old woman with a stretched-out pussy, fat belly, and sagging titties—”
“Fuck you—”
“I wonder what Judge Coleman will think when he finds out you’ve got some strange man around your kids.” Scott turned. “When did you rent the basement? And why didn’t you tell me?”
I seethed. “It’s none of your business.”
“It is my business. This is my house.”
“It isourhouse and you stopped paying the mortgage months ago. Remember that? The basement is a separate entrance with a separate lease, and it pays for the things you say you can’t afford.”
The vein in his temple jumped. “You will not have some stranger around my children.”
I pursed my lips.
He studied me. “I find out he’s been around them and I go to the judge.”
