The entire crew scatters like a bunch of raccoons caught in a trash can.
The door of the car opens, and out steps Valerie James. I met Valerie at a bar one night. She was a waitress. At the time, I thought she was drop-dead gorgeous. Beautiful tan skin, long chocolate brown hair, and legs that seemed to go on forever. We had a hell of a courtship. We couldn’t be in the same room with one another for over five minutes without ripping each other’s clothes off.
It was not a shock when she told me she was pregnant with Jacob. I did what any man would do and asked her to marry me. I think as soon as the ink dried on our marriage license is when the crazy seeped out.
She strolls over toward me with a sway in her hips. Her tight leather pants look painted on her body. Her red silk blouse was unbuttoned down to her large C-cup tits. When she stops in front of me, she tosses her hair over her shoulder. The woman was still beautiful, but nothing could take away from the craziness.
“You were supposed to be here two hours ago.”
She rolls her eyes. “I had things to do. Some of us have a life. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
I ignored her attempt to bait me into an argument. This woman uses confrontation like vampires use blood.
“I don’t care about you having a life. If you tell my son you’re going to be somewhere at a certain time, you need to be there. Or at least have the decency to let him know you’re running behind.”
She rolled her eyes before folding her arms across her chest. “You act like it’s a crime to spend a few extra hours with him.”
“I have no issue spending time with my son. This is about you respecting everyone else’s time.”
She waves her hands through the air. “Whatever, Mitchell. Look, I’m going to need to cut my two weeks short. I can only keep him for a week and a half this round.”
“What the fuc...” I catch myself.
Valerie would love nothing else but for me to lose my cool with her. I’ve never laid hands on a woman, but she has no problem calling the police for the slightest argument. And they always side with her. It’s to be expected. I’m a big man, 6’4” and 270 pounds; of course I’m the aggressor.
Scrubbing my hand down my face, I tried to calm myself before speaking again. “You just cut your last two weeks short.”
“By two days, Mitch.”
“That’s still not your full two weeks, Val.”
She narrows her eyes at me with a glare. “It’s not like you have anything to do. What? Is he cutting into your time with your precious Ella?”
Knowing exactly where this is about to go, I toss my hands up and head to my truck to get my son’s things.
“Oh, now you don’t want to talk?” Val follows behind me. “You don’t want to face the truth. You’ve been drooling over a woman who will never want you. Does she even know you’re in love with her?”
I have never told Val how I felt about El. I was faithful to her the entire time we were together. However, I guess she was able to see what no one else could. She even mentioned that the reason she cheated on our marriage was because I was in love with El. Of course, I denied it. Like I said, no matter how I felt about Ella, I never stepped out on my marriage or treated Val any less because of it.
Ignoring her, I opened the back door of my truck and pulled Jacob’s book bag out.
“You are so pathetic,” Val continues. “Andrew is a lawyer. His income runs circles around yours. Do you think she’s going to look at you? Little Miss Perfect is homely, not dumb.”
“Enough,” I growl out as I turn to face her. I had no issue with her talking shit about me, but she will not be allowed to disrespect Ella.
Her gaze widens before narrowing. “You know, nothing makes me happier than to know that neither you nor she will ever be happy. Andrew wised up and finally left her boring ass behind, and I’ve moved on with my life too. Now you two are left to pick up the broken pieces.
"And what’s even better, you will never get to be with her, because she’s too much of a prude to give you a chance knowing you’re her kids’ godfather and ex-husband's best friend.” Shecackles as if she’s standing over an oven ready to bake two missing children.
Although I want to tell her she doesn’t know what she’s talking about, I can’t force the words out. Because the truth is, she’s right. I can never have Ella. Not the way I want to. She’s too good a woman. Even though Drew doesn’t deserve to kiss the ground she walks on, she will never betray him by giving me a chance. That’s just how good a heart she has. The thing I love about her the most is the one thing that will keep us apart.
Instead of replying to her, I reach back into my truck and grab Jacob’s tray of cupcakes. Turning back to Val, I stare down at her.
“If we’re being honest, here is some truth for you. I’d much rather spend the rest of my life jacking my dick to the thought of that woman than to ever fuck you again.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. Although Val stepped out on our marriage, it wasn’t because I wasn’t fucking her. If I asked her to hop on my cock right now, she would. She can play like she’s happy and moved on all she wants, but we both know how much she wants my dick.
I left her standing there with her mouth hanging open. I walked past her toward her car. Just as I toss the backpack inside, my son comes barreling out of the main office doors.
