Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“But-” someone starts to say, but I’m already up and leaving. Robert can handle it. It’s why I pay him so well and also why he puts up with my shit. We work well together. My phone goes off in my hand as I head down the hallway.
Wife: I’m running behind. Seth wants to go over a few more things. Be home as soon as we’re done here.
My jaw clenches at that fuck’s name, knowing that his intentions toward my wife are more than just working on a project with her. It’s the reason I’ve put an extra security detail on her. Too bad they didn't go into the school with her. Some people might think that’s crazy, but it’s the way I’ve always been when it comes to Tinsley and her safety. Also, any swinging dick that thinks he can get close to her. Not fucking happening. This shouldn't be shocking to my wife. She knows how I am.
Tinsley has gotten so wrapped up in the girls’ end of school event. She decided to volunteer and since Seth is in charge of it, she has to deal with him. But what he’s doing goes beyond what the project calls for. Since it started he has been all over her. First it started with emails that soon turned into texts. Now he is keeping her late. I’ve tolerated it the best I can because I know how important doing this is to Tinsley.
I’ve been trying to keep calm about it. Tinsley has been so excited about the event. She’s been planning the end of the year blow-up for months now. I’ve tried to keep my jealousy in check, but I am now at a boiling point.
If this fuck thinks he’s going to meet up with my wife alone he’s got another thing coming. When I get into the car, I tell my driver to head toward the school. Every Wednesday she stays late to go over details while the girls and some of the other kids' parents do a book club in the library. The meeting is over. Seth doesn't need my wife to stay late and talk about shit. He can say whatever it is he needs to in the meeting. Yet, he continues to test my patience. That shit ends today.
It doesn't take me long to make it to the school. I see the other parents that are normally in the after-school group heading to their cars already. I get buzzed into the front door and make my way down the hallway. I see my girls when I pass the library and keep heading to the art room where they always meet.
This is partly my fault. I know I can be overbearing. I’m not great with letting Tinsley get too far from me. We’d spent so many years apart that I don’t want to miss any more time with her. Even after all these years, I still can’t get enough of her. When she started getting more and more involved in the school projects, I thought I should give her space. Let her have this for herself. Wouldn't make the mistake again. I’d told her when we said I do there would never be space between us. She’d giggled and kissed me. She knew what she was getting with me.
When I enter the room, I see them both. Tinsley is sitting down at the table while Seth is standing slightly behind her. He is leaning over so one of his arms is on the table. He’s pretending to look at whatever she’s showing him on the paper. But I can see that his eyes are focused somewhere completely different.
“You’re so talented, Tinsley. I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” Seth says before he places his hand on my wife's shoulder. Tinsley flinches at his touch. I’m on him before he even realizes that I’m in the room. I grab his shoulder, pulling him away from her. I shove him, and his back hits the wall.
“Reed.” She gasps my name in shock.
“You touched her.” I take a step toward Seth, who looks like he’s about to piss himself. He knew what the fuck he was doing. It’s why he’s so scared right now. Tinsley is on her feet grabbing my arm.
“It’s not what-”
“Don’t fucking try it, dipshit. I saw you. You’ve got some fucking balls. I’ll give you that.”
Tinsley pulls at my arm. “Reed. It’s not worth it.”
“It’s so fucking worth it.” I shake my head, not agreeing. She steps in front of me, pressing her body into mine, knowing I’m not going to do anything with her plastered against me. Physically at least. “You’re done here.” His eyes go round.
“You can’t do that,” he says, but even he doesn't believe his own words. If I wanted I could get the school’s name changed to Seth is a Motherfucker. It really is terrible the things you can do when you have as much money as I do.