Chapter 2 #2
I almost said yes. I was tempted to follow the curvy girl into the shaded cottage before shoving the door closed and forcing myself on the buxom teen. She’d love my dick, and I hadn’t had a tight twat wrapped around my cock for a few months by then. But I managed a tight smile.
“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.
“Yeah,” he moaned in a muffled voice. “Fuck yeah.”
Then, something weird happened. He held his hand to his face and inhaled deeply through a clear gas mask before leaning forward with the gas mask to cup the plastic over Joelle’s face. My wife inhaled as well, her eyes fluttering shut as the mist hit her lungs.
“Oooh yeah,” she moaned. “Hit me, Brandon. I need it.”
Holy fuck! The two were getting high on laughing gas as they fucked!
What the hell? I get that people have kinks but I had no idea my ex was so fucking sick.
This was straight up drug usage, on the office floor too.
I doubt Dr. Stuart Henley would appreciate knowing that my wife was fucking his employee while sampling his store of medicinal gas.
I almost wanted to laugh because it was so absurd, but then, my wife started talking and the words were insane.
“I hate him so much,” she began, her sentences punctuated by breathless “oomphs” as she was forcefully reamed from the back. “He’s such a fucking douche, with his private plane and his money. He thinks his money protects him from everything.”
I came to a full-stop, my jaw dropping. Fuck, Joelle was talking about me! Since when do people discuss their exes during sex with other people? But the laughing gas had loosened her inhibitions, and Joelle began spilling her guts.
“I hate him so much!” she squealed, still getting fucked from the back like a bitch in heat. “I can’t stand his touch! He’s such a fucking user, and he got me pregnant! What the fuck! Me, Joelle Moreland, age forty, pregnant by a fucker like him. Ummmmmph!” she screamed with outrage.
I blinked, surprised. What the hell? Who got her pregnant? Did Joelle have another boyfriend that I didn’t know of? Perhaps my wife maintained multiple toy boys, all of whom were fucking her on the reg. It certainly wasn’t me because I wasn’t aware of a pregnancy.
But Joelle continued to speak, her words slurred together by the laughing gas.
“So I aborted that fucker!” she squealed with rage, her face going red. “No way was I having a baby by Brad Fucking Landry. No fucking way!”
Then, she came. Yeah, while my ex cursed my name, she literally orgasmed.
“Unnnh!” Joelle screamed while convulsing on the dental hygienist’s cock. “Fuck Brad Landry!”
But I didn’t give a shit about her cursing.
Hell, I don’t give a shit what Joelle thinks about me at all.
Instead, my ex-wife had revealed her treasonous actions in the heat of the moment, and that’s what made all the blood drain from my form.
She had my baby? She’d been pregnant with my child? When was this?
I had half a mind to stalk into the room before shaking the woman and screaming in her face.
I wanted to confront her about the abortion, but I stood there like a statue, frozen in place with cowardice.
Even crazier, Joelle’s orgasm reached new heights as I watched, and it was fucking scary.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, showing the whites, as her thin body convulsed in an epileptic fit.
I swear, there was foam frothing at her mouth and I had half a mind to call 9-1-1.
But then, Brandon the dental hygienist leaned forward to press the gas mask over her face again, and Joelle inhaled.
This seemed to help a bit because the convulsions diminished, her bony shoulders going still as her chest expanded with oxygen.
Even her color looked a little better, her skin plumping up a bit instead of being the color of death.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Brandon groaned, still pumping his hips wildly into her scrawny frame. “You’re good. Don’t choke on your saliva, baby, because I want to ride through this. I haven’t orgasmed yet.”
Holy shit! What a fucking prick. My ex likely was having a medical emergency, and yet this fucker was focused on his own pleasure. Sure enough, the asshole adjusted something on the dials of the canister of laughing gas, hips still working like an automaton against my ex-wife’s flat rear end.
“You’re going to be fine,” Brandon hummed with pleasure. “I’ve lowered the dosage. Yeah, maybe the hits were a little too strong this time, but I fixed it.”
This time? I stared, unable to believe my ears, but then began to back away.
Holy fuck. Obviously, this wasn’t a one-time thing.
Joelle had been hooking up with the dental hygienist for a while now, and they often used laughing gas to enhance their sex life.
But again, I don’t give a shit about what they do in bed.
If my ex wants to fuck while contorting wildly, drooling and looking ghoulish, that was her business.
Nor did I care about her cheating ways. Hell, I don’t even care about the insults directed at me. What I care about is the baby. Joelle conceived my child, and then terminated him or her without saying a single word to me. What the fuckity fuck?
I strode from the office, barely able to breathe. My fingers trembled, the divorce papers still clutched in my hand. Shock, anger, and disbelief poured through my veins as I sweated wildly, stepping into the parking lot before clambering into the waiting Bentley.
“Everything okay, Mr. Landry?” Henry asked, turning to look at me from the front seat. “If you need some water, there’s a bottle on the right hand door.”
I couldn’t answer. I merely stared straight ahead, speechless. A child. My child. What the fuck?
Suddenly, rage took over, as well as shock, horror, and disbelief. I’d never seen myself as a family man before, but that’s my choice to make, and that bitch took the option away from me. Goddamn her!
Seething with fury, I came to a decision: Joelle wasn’t getting a penny more than what the pre-nup stipulated.
There was no way. But it’s not even about money for me because I have plenty of coin.
What’s more important is the loss of autonomy because we’d conceived a child and now, he or she was gone.
Poof. A vanishing in the night. My vision grew red and a desire for revenge rose in my chest. It was so thick and powerful that I had difficulty swallowing while shaking in the backseat of the vehicle.
I was going to make my ex-wife bleed and suffer . .. no matter the cost to myself.