Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“That’s blackmail!” Trent shouts and his lawyer just looks down.
“No, it’s not. It’s called a scorned wife whose husband was unfaithful for their whole marriage. Who brought women into their home and used to fuck them in her bed for fun just because he could,” Ryleigh hisses. I want to say it bothers me, but the only thing I feel is the need to shower. “Who brought home an STI. Can you imagine what would happen if she actually said what she really wanted to say? To tell everyone what you’ve done in your marriage?” Ryleigh shakes her head. “The spiffy image that Dr. Yoder has would be tainted, to say the least. I mean, it’s a running joke that he gets to fuck all the new nurses and then keeps them on rotation. Dangling their jobs in front of them. I also have a list of names we can call if we need to.”
“After everything I put up with”—I shake my head—“this is the least you can do.”
The lawyer looks at him. “She wants both houses. She also wants alimony”—she looks at them—“even if she gets remarried.”
“So I’m going to have to pay for her and that creep who is worth nothing?” I snort, because if only he knew Kirby was Richie Rich rich.
“We’ll give you twenty-four hours to think about it.” She puts away her papers. “After that, the deal is off the table.” She looks at me as she pushes away from the table.
“I don’t want her using my name,” Trent blurts and now I can’t help the snort that comes out.
“I haven’t used that name since I left you,” I inform him. “I’m a Petrov.” I tilt my head to the side. “Something you tried to take away from me. Time’s a ticking, Trent.” I look at him glaring at me. “Also, get better.” I point at him. “You are looking a little puffy. You should lay off the salt.”
“Have a great day,” Ryleigh adds in as we walk out of the room. Only when we get into the elevator and the door closes do I hold my hands up in the air. “How did that feel?”
“Better than you will ever know,” I reply, composing myself as we step out and stopping when I see Kirby there in the lobby. He is walking back and forth and I look over at Ryleigh, who just smiles. “What are you doing here?”
“Came to make sure you were okay,” he answers, and I step into his space, putting my hands on his chest.
“I’m okay.” I look over at Ryleigh and I nod. “I’m more than okay.” I turn back to him. “But I dare you to ask me what you asked me two weeks ago.”
He smirks and bends to kiss my lips. “I dare you to move in with me, Lexi.” He rubs his nose against mine.
I roll my eyes, trying to fake that I’m annoyed. “Okay.” I finally smile big. “I’ll move in with you.”
thirty-six
Kirby
“What time did you say your parents are going to be here?” I ask her as I take down the frames on top of her bed. It’s been two weeks since her meeting with Trent. He called by the time we touched down in LA, four hours after the meeting, to accept her terms. Forty minutes ago, she signed the documents and she is officially divorced. Something we celebrated by me dragging her to bed, before she stripped the sheets and threw them in the wash.
“They should be here any second.” She comes into the room wearing a pair of cutoff shorts and a white tank top. “Hey, I have to ask you something.”
“Yeah,” I say, taking down the second frame and placing it in the box.
“Every year my family has this big family vacation,” she explains, leaning against the doorjamb. “It’s usually in the summer when everyone is off.” I nod, going to the third frame. “This year they are going to Turks.”
“Oh fun.” I stop taking the frame off and look at her. “What’s going on?”
“I want to go,” she says and I laugh.
“Okay,” I say, not understanding.
“I didn’t go for ten years,” she starts to explain and I can feel her nervousness in the house.
“Baby.” She looks up at me finally. “Do you want to go without me? Either way, it’s fine.”
“No,” she refutes quickly, stepping into the bedroom. “That’s the thing, I want to go and I want you to come.”
“So we’ll go,” I state and then I laugh. “Is that what you’re nervous about? Me going on your family vacation?”
“Well, I didn’t know if you wanted to go or not, and I didn’t want to go by myself.”
“Lexi,” I say, going for the third frame, “if there are get-togethers and I can go too, great. But if there are things I can’t go to and you can still go to them, I want you to go to them.” I look over at her. “If I can’t go because of a game, I wouldn’t want you to be stopped from going.”