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keep the laughter out of my voice.
“Don’t be silly sweetie, even if all the money this is costing him is nothing to him, you don’t hear of any billionaires handing out jets and private nurses and treatment at the world’s best hospital. Trust me, this means something.”
“No, trust me. He always liked you better than me and he was upset when I told him about your situation. He’s not heartless and you’re not some random stranger on the street.”
“Well, you can argue all you want, but you’re wrong. It’d be amazing if you married a billionaire and finally gave me grandbaby.” Here we go .
“Don’t get your hopes up mom. I keep telling you, we’re not together. I’m dating other people.”
“You are?” Her voice perked up.
“Yes, why, just today I found someone on an online dating site. He’s handsome and, works in advertising and…”
“Sure dear, as long as you find someone.” She could always tell when I was lying. It made life as a teenager very difficult for me.
“Oh, the nurse wants me.”
“Good luck tomorrow mom, keep me posted.”
“Thanks sweetie, I love you.”
“Love you too mom.”
* * *
A s soon as I hung up the phone I logged onto Chicagodates. My heart skipped at the notification of a message in my inbox. It quickly sank when I saw his profile. His profile picture was a dick. I clicked away and tried to rid the image from my head. Why would he put a photo of it when it had a near right angle turn in it and his balls looked like they belonged to Sasquatch? To get the embarrassment out of the way up front?
Maybe I needed to stop waiting for people to contact me and send some messages of my own.
I scrolled through a few pages of men the dating site had recommended to me. None of them interested me enough to even click into their full profiles. I tried doing a search on men who worked in advertising; at least then I could give my mom a ‘told you so’. But still none of them interested me. A handful looked okay, mediocre really, but I sent them short messages anyway.
It was probably my profile that was the problem. I spent another forty five minutes updating mine. Including a note that I wasn’t interested in snake photos of any type. Fingers crossed, I hoped I would get some better action from it.
Collin
R aylene didn’t let up all week. At least I knew not to answer my phone, but I still had to wait the three seconds before I could delete each of her zillion voice mails.
I needed to put a block on her number. Which seemed like a wrong thing to do to the mother of your child. Especially when she has current custody of the child. Not that it mattered, I’d hear any emergency from the nanny before her anyway, since Raylene would be too drunk or too disinterested to know herself.
There’s no good reason she should get a penny of my money, we’d been married less than a year, for fuck’s sake. The things I did for my son. He’s the only reason I married the bitch in the first place.
Thank fuck I had Daniel to do all the dealings for me. All I really had to do was stress and say ‘no fucking way.’ At least I could if I could bring myself to relax enough. The mere mention of her name made my shoulders tense.
There were two new private investigators following her, building a case of her being an unfit mother, along with a nanny we’d planted to care for Harlan who was documenting all Raylene’s shit.
The idea was I’d get Harlan removed from her custody. As his father, he’d automatically be given to me. That should take most of the divorce settlement away and discredit her for any claims about my clubs that she might make public.
My phone beeped with a text message from Raylene.
I hear you got yourself some old pussy action, does she know about me?
My mouth hung open as I read the text several more times. To forget her was exactly what I intended to do, however much it was going to cost me. Old pussy? Raylene had to be talking about Jenny. But
“Don’t be silly sweetie, even if all the money this is costing him is nothing to him, you don’t hear of any billionaires handing out jets and private nurses and treatment at the world’s best hospital. Trust me, this means something.”
“No, trust me. He always liked you better than me and he was upset when I told him about your situation. He’s not heartless and you’re not some random stranger on the street.”
“Well, you can argue all you want, but you’re wrong. It’d be amazing if you married a billionaire and finally gave me grandbaby.” Here we go .
“Don’t get your hopes up mom. I keep telling you, we’re not together. I’m dating other people.”
“You are?” Her voice perked up.
“Yes, why, just today I found someone on an online dating site. He’s handsome and, works in advertising and…”
“Sure dear, as long as you find someone.” She could always tell when I was lying. It made life as a teenager very difficult for me.
“Oh, the nurse wants me.”
“Good luck tomorrow mom, keep me posted.”
“Thanks sweetie, I love you.”
“Love you too mom.”
* * *
A s soon as I hung up the phone I logged onto Chicagodates. My heart skipped at the notification of a message in my inbox. It quickly sank when I saw his profile. His profile picture was a dick. I clicked away and tried to rid the image from my head. Why would he put a photo of it when it had a near right angle turn in it and his balls looked like they belonged to Sasquatch? To get the embarrassment out of the way up front?
Maybe I needed to stop waiting for people to contact me and send some messages of my own.
I scrolled through a few pages of men the dating site had recommended to me. None of them interested me enough to even click into their full profiles. I tried doing a search on men who worked in advertising; at least then I could give my mom a ‘told you so’. But still none of them interested me. A handful looked okay, mediocre really, but I sent them short messages anyway.
It was probably my profile that was the problem. I spent another forty five minutes updating mine. Including a note that I wasn’t interested in snake photos of any type. Fingers crossed, I hoped I would get some better action from it.
Collin
R aylene didn’t let up all week. At least I knew not to answer my phone, but I still had to wait the three seconds before I could delete each of her zillion voice mails.
I needed to put a block on her number. Which seemed like a wrong thing to do to the mother of your child. Especially when she has current custody of the child. Not that it mattered, I’d hear any emergency from the nanny before her anyway, since Raylene would be too drunk or too disinterested to know herself.
There’s no good reason she should get a penny of my money, we’d been married less than a year, for fuck’s sake. The things I did for my son. He’s the only reason I married the bitch in the first place.
Thank fuck I had Daniel to do all the dealings for me. All I really had to do was stress and say ‘no fucking way.’ At least I could if I could bring myself to relax enough. The mere mention of her name made my shoulders tense.
There were two new private investigators following her, building a case of her being an unfit mother, along with a nanny we’d planted to care for Harlan who was documenting all Raylene’s shit.
The idea was I’d get Harlan removed from her custody. As his father, he’d automatically be given to me. That should take most of the divorce settlement away and discredit her for any claims about my clubs that she might make public.
My phone beeped with a text message from Raylene.
I hear you got yourself some old pussy action, does she know about me?
My mouth hung open as I read the text several more times. To forget her was exactly what I intended to do, however much it was going to cost me. Old pussy? Raylene had to be talking about Jenny. But
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