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Chapter Three
Ashton
“What in the hell did I even see in him?” I mumbled to myself a few days later as I scrolled through Facebook. Since breaking up with Steve a little over three months ago and seeing him again in court, I now saw so many things about him that I’d been stupidly blind to for the four years I’d been with him.
The man was a complete dick.
I went through my feed, coming across multiple posts from him and Cum Dumpster Clarissa. He’d posted a meme of a strutting, happy-looking Leonardo DiCaprio that was captioned, “Your face when you ditch a zero and get with a hero,” tagging Clarissa in the post.
Clarissa had commented, “Aww, babe! It was time for an upgrade anyway. Love you.”
I rolled my eyes, a sense of bitterness trickling into my spirit. You’d think this kind of behavior from them only happened in high school, but apparently they never grew up.
Pictures of the damage I’d done to his car still floated around social media, only this time there were more comments on it than when he first posted it.
“Make that bitch pay!”
“Oh man, she really fucked up your car.”
“Your car is so banged up, it looks like part of it was crushed while trying to be sucked into a vortex.”
“No wonder you left the bitch! She’s psycho!”
The comments went on and on, justifying him cheating on me and calling me names until I came across the few good people who called him out on what he did.
“You deserved it, prick!”
“You’re talking about a girl you were with for four years. She obviously couldn’t have been that bad if you stayed so long. Have some class, man. This shit is foul.”
Steve replied to the comment, “Just because I stayed doesn’t mean I was happy. I made the decision that was right for me and I’m happy with that decision, so fuck off.”
After having enough of his shit storm comment section, I closed my MacBook with a sigh and rested my head on the back of the couch. How in the hell did I get to this point? Almost four months ago, I was happy and preparing a future with a man I loved. I went from riding the love train to derailing and ending up in Heartbreak City and stranded on Dumped Street. Fuck my life with a cactus.
I gathered the mail from the coffee table and shuffled through them.
Electric bill- Past due.
Car insurance - Past due.
Cable company - Final notice.
Credit cards - Notice of charge off.
And after the court visit? Another ten grand I didn’t have. Yeah, I was definitely fucked.
After the revenge stunt I pulled against Steve, almost no one in our small town of Oakley Falls would hire me once they’d heard about it. I probably would’ve been better off just moving away from this place. Luckily for me, sex always sells and getting the job as a phone sex operator was as easy as applying for it. Talking to horny men with all kinds of fetishes and fantasies took some getting used to, but I wouldn't complain. Desperate times called for desperate measures. The phone rang across the room, causing my heart to beat faster in my chest. Well, here goes nothing.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy will I be fulfilling this evening?” I said upon answering.
“This is uh…Paul. I’m Paul. You sound sexy, Natasha,” a raspy voice responded.
I relaxed a little onto the couch. “You, too, Paul. Your voice is making me so hot right now,” I answered.
“Oh yeah? What are you wearing, Ms. Natasha?”
I glanced down at my t-shirt and skinny jeans. Too bad I didn’t have extra money to really get into character. “I have on a white negligee and a little white garter belt just for you.”
“What kind of panties?”
