Page 14 of The Other Woman

We got dressed and headed out, leaving my sister making popcorn to get ready for some movie marathon she wanted to watch. We pulled up to the new club following the directions, and the place was already lively, with a line going around the block.

Parking looked like a nightmare, with vehicles parked on both sides of the street. I saw a vehicle I thought I recognized on one of my turns. It looked like Jacob’s Bugatti Tourbillon. It’s the only one in existence in this part of the country, if not the world, and easily recognizable.

But what the hell was he doing here? I didn’t think he’d come to these kind of places anymore. In fact, he hadn’t for as long as I was married, and he’d moved into a place around the corner, or at least two streets over, to be exact.

I have money, but Jacob was born loaded, and he has a knack for making money, so he’s only gotten much wealthier with time. We met in Pre-School and have been best buds ever since; we even went to the same college.

He used to be the wild one of the bunch, but I guess that comes with the territory when you’re filthy rich. The guy had it made in every way. He had good looks, impeccable manners, an air about him that just made people want to fall at his feet, and more money than small countries could spend for the rest of their existence.

I won’t deny that I’ve spent some time envying the guy like crazy. He’d always won at everything he touched, and there was only one time that I beat him. The memory hit me with a quick flash of sadness.

That was the night we first saw Rachel together. I was terrified that he would get to her first, so I made a crack about her being his type. I know Jake is the type to take other people’s feelings into consideration when it comes to certain matters.

Since I’m no slouch in the looks department, I shot my shot. It was the best and most fulfilling decision of my life. I was getting more and more depressed by the time I found a parking spot and parked the car.

The good thing about going back down memory lane while drifting along behind the wheel is the time it kills. By the time we made it back to the door, the line was already in half. And it was only about another ten minutes before we were let in.

The place was perfectly lit for this type of establishment with a sectioned-off room with banquets and round marble tables; then there was the two-story dance floor, the bar, and then the upstairs gallery where VIPs sit.

I knew all about the place because I looked it up after Susy mentioned it. I looked up there now and thought I saw Jake in one of the private sections with the curtains pulled back, necking with a blonde.

They came up for air, and he kept his arms around her, and their faces were very close. Then she threw her head back and laughed, and my heart stopped. I was moving through the throng of people in a hurry, with Wendy pulling on my shirt.

I got up the stairs past the guard by giving them Jake’s name and made my way over to there they were seated. “You son of a bitch. Is this what you’ve been doing behind my back all this fucking time? You bastard. Were you fucking her when we were married?”

He leaned over the table and whispered something in Rachel’s ear before two men came and took her away from the table. I tried to stop them, “And you, you faithless bi…” Before I could say the word, I was yanked back off my feet, lifted into the air, and dropped to my back on the hard floor.

The wind was knocked out of me when Jacob leaned over and got in my face. “If you ever in your life speak to my woman like that again. I’ll make you wish you were never born. Now I’m here to have a good time with my woman; take that cum-dumpster and get the hell out of here.”

He stepped back and out of the way, and one of the men helped me up on my feet. I grabbed Wendy and looked around for Rachel, but she was nowhere to be seen. “This isn’t over, Jake. Not by a long shot. I won’t let you have her. Not my wife and my kids, you bastard. You’ve had everything else in life handed to you; did you have to take them from me too?”

I was close to tears at this point and didn’t care that I was making a scene or that people were stopping and staring from down below, even with the loud music. “You’re making a fool of yourself. Isn’t this what you blew up your life for?” He pointed at Wendy, who looked pissed.

The two of us were dragged out of there, and I saw Rachel being escorted from a room and given back to him. She ran into his arms just as I was walking out the door.

SUSY

“Whoop, it’s showtime!” I got out my phone and set it up on the mantle in front of me right before the two lovebirds made it through the door behind me. I looked back over my shoulder with a handful of popcorn and a questioning look on my face. Ooh, good, just as I expected, they’d already started fighting in the car.

“You guys back so soon? What happened? Are they sold out or something?” Doug came toward me with his finger pointed at my face.

“Did you know?”

“Know what? Would somebody tell me what the hell is going on? Did something happen at the club?”

While he was distracted and my back was towards the camera, I smirked at the twit. She started screeching, and I looked at my brother like what the ever-loving fuck is wrong with this twit?

“She knew, she did it on purpose.”

She came flailing at me, and he had the good sense to stop her because I didn’t want to get shit on my hands. Ugh! “Did what? Know what? You guys are still not telling me what happened.”

“Jacob and Rachel were at the club.”

I creased my brow in the way people do when they’re trying to pretend they had to think hard to recall something. “So?” I shrugged my shoulders and sat back down. Doug came around the couch to get in my face with Alex Forest fresh on his heels.

“So? What the fuck do mean so? They’re dating. Does everyone know?”

“What the fuck do you care?” The bunny boiler screeched like a petrified hyena and hurt my ear drums.

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