Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“I told you to stop doing my laundry. We have a maid for that.”
“Oh, well then please enlighten me on how I can repay my beloved husband?”
“You made the rules, Harley, I’m just playing by them. I’m a man. I have needs. What do you expect from me? Pussy gets thrown at my cock by every woman other than my own wife. You won’t let me touch you, let alone sleep in the same bed as me. How do I know you’re not getting railed by someone else’s dick? ’Cuz it sure as fuck ain’t mine.”
I could see it in his eyes, he genuinely thought I was fuckin’ around on him. Might as well go along with the accusations.
At the end of the day, I wanted out of this charade.
“That’s exactly what I’m doin’ when you’re on the road, Jackson. It’s like a revolvin’ door in this house for random men.”
Growlin’ deep within his chest, he got right in my face. “If I ever find out another man has been inside what’s mine, I’ll snap his fuckin’ neck. Do you understand me?”
“Kettle meet pot.” She signaled with her hands. “Now that’s a double standard if I’ve ever heard one. You can fuck anythin’ that walks, and I can’t?”
“Say the word, Harley, and I’ll fuck the bitch right out of you. Is it that time of the month, honey? ’Cuz we both know I don’t mind using the backdoor.”
I gasped with wide eyes. My blood suddenly boilin’ to the point of searin’ pain.
“I. Hate. You.”
“You should remember that the next time you run my credit card.”
“I don’t need your money.”
“Really? ’Cuz you sure as shit don’t mind spending it.”
“I’m hopin’ it will finally get you to sign the papers.”
“I’m not signing shit. Bailey is mine, and we’re staying a family for her.”
“I would never keep Bailey from you.”
“Don’t try me, Gremlin. You more than anyone knows how big of an asshole I can be. You said it yourself—I’m Jackson Pierce, I can do no wrong. I’m sure the courts will see it that way too.”
My heart dropped to the ground. “Are you threatenin’ to take Bailey away from me if I divorce you?”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us a family. You want me, baby? Then say it, and I’ll never let another groupie ride my dick again.”
“Ugh! The fact that you think that was even remotely romantic to say to me just reminds me how much I fuckin’ hate you.”
“Says the woman who announced to our loved ones we were getting married.”
“I didn’t think we would actually get married, jackass. You do remember our weddin’, right? Seein’ as you planned it behind my back with the women in our families. Bullshittin’ them to think you were fiancé of the year. Sayin’ you didn’t want me stressin’, plannin’ a weddin’ when I was pregnant.”
He cunningly smiled, still fuckin’ proud of that.
“You showed up, didn’t you?”
“What choice did you give me? I didn’t even know where I was goin’ when Aunt Skyler picked me up! I walked into a church filled with our family and friends, Jackson! God’s gonna punish us ’cuz we lied in our vows!”
“Shhh ... keep your voice down. Bailey is gonna hear you. And God is the least of my concerns right now. Besides, I wasn’t lying in my vows.”
“Yet, you were the first one to break them.”
He scoffed out a chuckle. “I can’t break what was never there. It’s not like I still don’t try with you, Gremlin. I’m constantly chasing you around this house, but you keep running faster and faster away from me.”
“I can’t forgive you for what you did.”
“Jesus Christ, we’re back to that?”
“It’s so easy for you. Everythin’ is so easy for you.”
“Right? ’Cuz dealing with your bullshit is so fuckin’ pleasant. You think you’re the only person who has to bite their tongue around here? I’ve put up with a lot of shit, Harley, and it’s all been for you and our baby girl. She will grow up in a happy, loving home, with both parents.”
“You don’t want this. I know you’re as tired of it as I am.”
“You’re right, I am. I’m tired of this.” He gestured in between us. “The bullshit. I’m barely home ’cuz of my football schedule, providing for my family. For you. When I am here, you’re at my fuckin’ throat. Thank God Bailey is still little enough not to realize her mother hates me. We’re not together around our families enough for them to know something isn’t right. You wanna keep living like this? It’s on you. But don’t for one fuckin’ second say I don’t want this. ’Cuz this.” He gestured in between us again.
“Is all I’ve ever wanted.”
Chapter 5
<>Harley<>
Then: Fifteen-years-old
I walked through the double doors of our high school early Monday mornin’. Silently prayin’ I wouldn’t see Jackson and his lyin’ Rudolph face. Knowin’ his ass was almost tardy every mornin’. His only savin’ grace was he was quarterback and had all the staff eatin’ out of the palm of his hand.