Page 17 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

I really just wanted her to piss off and leave me alone. Why was it my responsibility to take care of the house that I’d bought and she’d gotten? It didn’t seem right, especially considering how it had all ended between us. It felt wrong to do something, but just as wrong not to.

She pushed and I finally agreed to a year’s worth of insurance and taxes, just until she figured something out. We both knew that ‘figure something out’ meant her finding another man to support her. Neither one of us had any illusions this far into the game.

Monica seen satisfied and wanted to pay me back in a sexual way. She came on to me, tried to kiss me twice and from there, I made it clear that I wasn't interested.

“I said I'd help you; I didn't say anything else.”

She pouted and I told her that I wasn’t interested.

Monica scoffed, probably legit shocked that I had turned her down. It wasn't something that I had done before, because it seemed like the only thing that we were really damn good at. I'd even tried to wrap myself in the sex to keep the marriage alive, but there really was no point. There definitely wasn't any point now.

“I don't know what's gotten into you, but I am sure Justine is not as perfect as she's led you to believe. She has secrets, and I'm going to find out what they are.”

“Why don’t you just leave her alone?” I suggested.

“Do you really think that I'm going to let some nurse take you away from me?”

“She already has, Monica. Let it go.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then drag me into court, and my lawyers will bury you in legal fees. I can afford it, you can’t.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Yes. If you mess with Justine or me again, I will cut you off completely.”

She clicked her tongue and hate filled her eyes. I’d seen that look before, many times. “It's good to know where we stand.”

“We are divorced for Christ’s sakes, Monica. You should already know where we stand.”

She huffed and left not too long after that, and I was able to breathe when she was gone. She was so damn uptight that I swear, Monica sucked the air out of the very room that she was in. Now that she was gone, oxygen levels went back to normal, and I breathed easier. How had I stayed married to her for so long? What had I been thinking?

I didn't worry about her fixation on Justine. She was trying to blame Justine for all of her problems, even though we had problems long before I even met her. Justine didn't have anything to do with it, the way she was, the human being that she was. That was what made me divorce Monica. I got a second chance at life, and I wasn't going to waste it with a woman that I didn't love and who didn't love me. That wasn't Justine's fault, but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to blame her. I couldn't let that happen.

No matter how hard I tried to push the thought away, it felt like this wasn’t the end of it. Monica wasn’t going to let it go, so what next?

14

Justine

Tyrell was waiting for me when I got home from work, like he knew exactly when I would be home. He had a clear smile on his face and said that he had made dinner for us. It wasn't the first time that he had done it and I still didn't know how to feel about the situation. It felt strange, like he shouldn't be doing it, but it was nice as well. Once again, Tyrell had left me in a place where I went along with what he wanted, or I would come across as rude.

I looked down at my scrubs. “At least let me go change.”

“You look good. You don’t have to change anything about yourself for me.”

I waved Tyrell off and told him that I would be back in a few minutes. He was laughing with me, but there was a serious tone that had me paying attention. I couldn't believe that we were going to pick up where we left off tonight. There had been a lot of anticipation on my part, all day at work to be exact and now that it was finally going to happen, I had no idea what to think about it. Was it going to happen? Tyrell turned me down so many times, I couldn’t decide if this night was going to be more of the same or not. It wasn't fair, not to either one of us, because I wasn't the only one that was affected by it.

Back at my place, my intention was clear. I jumped in the shower really quick, washed my hair, and put on something that was silky and red. That first time when I had gone over there thinking that he was still with Monica, I had worn red and though I hadn't thought it was the sexiest thing I'd worn, the attention that he had paid to my body when I was wearing that dress was very hard to forget. I didn't want to want that attention again, but I did, and the red dress was the way to get it. I didn't know if it was true or not, but I wanted it to be.

I was very nervous on my way back over to his house. I didn’t know what I wanted from Tyrell, but I knew that whether I was ready for it or not, I was going to get it. He had been so confident that he would be the one for me. He would be my first. When he’d said the words out loud, I’d known that he’d been right. I was so worried about him finding out the truth, but it wasn’t so bad, him knowing. Maybe tonight would be the night that I’d been waiting for all this time.

Did I want it to be?

That was a harder question to answer because I honestly wasn’t sure. I wanted Tyrell, I couldn’t deny that, but was I ready?

I scoffed as I walked back over to the neighbor’s house. I was worried about being ready, but for my age, I had to be. I had never been so worried about it before. It mattered. I could feel that. What was I going to get when I went over there, more kisses? I didn’t mind that, he could take my breath away as many times as he wanted, but then what?

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