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There was a thud, and a muffled voice that sounded like a woman shrieking.
And the line went dead.
***
Jason
The handset slipped from my hand as I shoved my dick back in my jeans. It clattered on the floor at my feet, skidding the battery off under the table. I cursed under my breath, darting to retrieve it.
Angry eyes stared out at me from the doorway, lips pouting and ready to let rip. “Isaidwho are you talking to?!”
“Thought you were long in bed.”
“Clearly not,” she spat. “Who is she?”
I stared as April folded her perfect arms across her perfect tits, blowing a stray wisp of bleached blonde hair from her face. Even angry and dressed in old cotton PJs, she was pretty as a picture. Didn’t matter how perfect she was, though. The bitch did nothing for me anymore.
“Who’swho?”
“The fucking tramp on the fucking phone, Jason,” she scowled. “It’s that bitch from the VIP box, isn’t it? I knew it, little skank.”
“When did it become your fucking business?”
“Um, when we got fuckingmarried.”
I laughed at her nerve. “You are joking? Like my love life means shit to you anymore.”
“Love life? More like seedy-fucking-pervert life.”
I gritted my teeth. “I leave you alone, keep my nose out, just like you want. Why the double fucking standards?”
“We’restillmarried, Jason. If you want to change that you can sign the fucking divorce papers, until theneverythingyou do ismyfucking business.”
I reassembled my handset. “I’ll sign the fucking papers just as soon as you give me something fucking reasonable to sign.”
“I’m asking for what’smine.”
“Yeah, and everything else your greedy little mitts can get hold of. Get Fabien to buy me out if you’re that desperate to keep hold of the rest.”
“This has nothing to do with Fabien. It’s between us.”
“Makes a fucking change.”
She rolled her eyes. “Neither of us have been saints exactly, Jase.”
“I always wondered, did you still have the taste of his prick in your mouth when I gave you our wedding kiss?”
“Don’t play injured party. It would’ve made you hard, you filthy freak.” I watched the pretty line of her lips turn down. “Want a scandal, is that it? Want to make a fool of me? That little cow will sell you out in two seconds flat, don’t think she won’t. And then what?” She gestured aimlessly around the room. “And then this, this, this, everything we’ve worked for, all fucking gone.”
“So you keep telling me.”
“Don’t believe me?! Ask your agent. See what he has to say about another scandal. You can wave goodbye to your cosy little sportswear sponsorship, the fucking deodorant ads as well. You’ll be washed up, forced to sell your seedy fucking life story to the lads’ mags to put clothes on your back, is that what you want?”
I brushed past her. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. The future’s bright.”
“It’s true.” Then came the trembling lip. I hate it when she pulls that shit. “You dislike me that much that you want to ruin everything for me? Drag my name through the mud?”
“Always so much melodrama...”
