Chapter 8
Joy
This week has been wonderful with Jack. I really have felt like I was on a honeymoon. We have fucked in every room in this suite and in every manner you could dream of. We both feel like a couple of teens who just discovered the joys of sex.
We are out at the pool when I get a call from Brad. Jack is doing laps in the pool, I am lounging and soaking in some sun.
Brad: There is something I need to tell you and it can’t wait till I get home.
Joy: Let me guess, you are dumping me fore that whore secretary of yours?
Brad: That’s only part of it. Gena is pregnant. I am going to be a father.
Joy: Oh? And what does Gena think of this? After all, she has been sleeping with a cheating man for the last three years. Does she really think you won’t cheat on her once her belly is swelled up like she has a watermelon inside?
Brad: Don’t be like this. I thought that you would be happy about this. I know you were getting tired of our marriage.
Joy: Oh hell yes. I am ecstatic that you are dumping me to have a baby with a twenty something bimbo.
Joy: I don’t give a fuck what you do. But I am keeping the mansion. (Slam, I hang up the phone).
Moments later, I received a message from Brad.
“Of course you can keep the mansion. Gena will not want to live and raise our baby in a place where I slept with you…”
I blocked Brads phone number and call to hire one of those storage container companies to bring out a container to put all of Brads clothes and possessions in.
Jack had a curious look on his face as he approached me after getting out of the pool. He was drying his upper body as he came over to his lounge chair. “Why the angry look?” Jack asked.
“I hate men…I hate men,” I growled. “Uh Oh, what happened? Jack asked. “That asshole Brad called me to tell me that he is dumping me for his twenty something bimbo,” I hissed.
“What? I thought that would be a wonderful thing in your life.” Jack suggested. “He also told me that I could keep the mansion because his bimbo would refuse to live or raise the baby in a house that I lived in,” I informed him.
“Wait…What? She’s pregnant? That’s great. You can keep the mansion and you can use her pregnancy to get anything you want from Brad,” Jack offered.
“I don’t want a damn thing. I just want to be left alone and to be done with that cheating asshole,” I answered. “Oh…what about me? Do you want me to go and leave you alone?” Jack asked in a very hurt tone. “Oh no baby…I want you sweetie.