Page 29 of Love Under Protection

“According to our documents, we are within our rights. Thank you for calling. Have a great day.”

“No...no...no...do not hang…"

The line goes dead.

Son of a bitch!

This is far from over. I will get to the bottom of this. Starting with finding out exactly who owns this property now.

Firing up my laptop, I immediately pull up the Georgia real estate records. It takes a little digging, but I find what I’m looking for.

Tom Sawyer Holdings, LLC took ownership of Albany Grove Condominiums exactly thirty days after my split with Sawyer. While I do not recognize Tom Sawyer Holdings as one of the many companies owned by my ex, the play on names is not lost on me.

My next search is on Tom Sawyer Holdings. It takes a little more detective skills but just as I’ve predicted, Sawyer Flynn is doing his best to screw me over anyway that he can. All because I would not tolerate his lying and cheating ways. Because I know my worth and know I deserve a hell of a lot better than the man Sawyer pretended to be—and especially more than the man he truly was.

I’m so angry at the vindictive fucker. And to be told that I cannot speak with the person at the top? Fuck that.

I’m ashamed that I still remember his phone number as I dial it. Two rings and Sawyer’s voice fills the line.

“Do you really think you can get away with this?” I immediately snap at him.

“Raylynn? Is that you, baby?”

“Do not ‘baby’ me. What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he chuckles.

“You’re full of shit. You have no reason to evict me from my condo.”

“Oh, sweet naive Raylynn. I have plenty of reasons. Including your failure to allow my building maintenance crew to inspect your unit. Don’t worry though, they were able to get in without your permission. And frankly, the upkeep of the place is, in fact, a direct violation of your lease agreement.”

“The upkeep? What the fuck, Sawyer? The place is spotless and has always been kept that way. Everything is in working order. And I never received the required notice about an inspection needing to be completed,” I protest.

“You wouldn’t even need that crummy apartment if you had given in to my request and moved in with me. I’m willing to give you one more chance to make this right. Pack your things and come live with me in Atlanta. We’ll go back to traveling the world together and you can get back to doing your job.”

“Kiss my ass, you cheating pig.”

“Good luck finding a new place to live,” he says before hanging up on me.

I’m not sure that his stunt isn’t bordering on harassment and blackmail. He cannot possibly believe that he’s really going to get away with this.

It may be a long shot, but I dial up Jameson’s number and immediately apologize if I’m interrupting anything.

“Nah, not interrupting anything. You caught me on a break from work. What’s up? Everything okay?”

God bless him for looking out for me, even when I wanted to beat him up for being a shit to my BFF.

“Not really, I actually need some help.”

“Whatever you need.”

“It’s about Sawyer and my apartment,” I tell him.

“Alright. Let me step away from all the noise happening here,” he says.

I wait, listening to the background noise fade, then he tells me to go ahead. With a deep breath, I confide in Jameson about what’s transpired today.

“Yeah, fuck that. Let me call Dad, can I have him call you with information for our lawyer? Sawyer is full of shit. I know enough about Georgia law, he’s way out of line unless he’s got some hard evidence.”

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