Page 3 of His Revenge
“Five million is nothing to you, bud, and she knows it, and the judge knows it too.Hell, the whole world knows it.It’s a drop in the bucket to you, and yeah, now she wants more.Joelle’s probably going to get it too,” he adds in a mild tone.“The pre-nup was signed twenty-four hours before you guys tied the knot in Vegas.She’s saying that she signed under duress, and that she didn’t have an attorney look it over beforehand.”
“Yeah, but is thatmyfault?”I rage.“What the fuck, was I supposed to call an attorney for her, and pay him to review the pre-nup for her?What am I?Her servant?”
Cameron remains unperturbed.
“Some mendohire attorneys for their fiancées,” he says in a calm voice while steepling his fingers.“It’s a way to protect their wealth.They retain lawyers before any deal is signed, for both themselvesandfor their future wives.The optics are better that way,” he explains.“Not that your pre-nup is illegitimate.It’s plenty legit.The optics are justbetterif both sides have the agreement reviewed by attorneys before the document is executed.”
“Optics,” I spit, practically shaking with rage.“Fuck ‘em.”
My lawyer merely shrugs again.
“It is what it is.So what are you willing to pony up, my friend?”
“Nothing,” I say in an icy tone.“Not one penny more than what’s stipulated in the pre-nup.”
Cameron gets up then, unfolding his long legs.
“I understand that you’re angry, Brad.I realize you’re a reasonable man who believes in the enforcement of contracts, not to mention the rule of law.But divorce is never like that.There are emotions at play—”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” I growl.“And get the fuck out of my office.”
The tall man strides to the door, unfazed by my anger.
“I’m just saying,” he says in a smooth tone.“You can pay this problem to go away.It’s just money, and for a man like you with infinite resources, why would it matter?Just pay her.Then you’ll never have to see her again – or me.”
Then, my attorney strides out the door, leaving me in the silence of my massive office.I have to admit that the motherfucker has a point: moneyisin infinite supply for me.I have so much of it that it practically pours out of my ears.I own dozens of luxury properties, including vacation homes in Paris, Tokyo, Aspen, and Sedona; two planes; a super yacht; and even a helicopter to get me to work, not to mention a garage filled with high-end vehicles.So why am I quibbling about an extra payout to my ex?Who the fuck cares?
The problem is that I hate Joelle’s guts, and our marriage is one of the few times in my life when I let my dick do the thinking.Yeah.When we hooked up a couple years back, Joelle was a hot little piece of ass.Even at age thirty-eight, she looked more like twenty-five, with long blonde hair, winsome blue eyes, and a body made for sin.Sure, her tits were fake, but I’m okay with some nip and tuck.Sure, she admitted she’d had lipo in the past, but who isn’t surgically enhanced these days?The long and the short of it is that I was entranced by the sexy nurse, and fell head over heels in lust.
I admit that we didn’t think the marriage through.We were partying in Vegas with a couple of friends, and had too much to drink.It’s a hackneyed story, but I had her sign a pre-nup on a cocktail napkin.Then, around 4 a.m.that night, Joelle and I rolled into a drive-through chapel in our rental car and tied the knot.Yeah, we said our vows while still in the vehicle, with an Elvis impersonator leaning out of the drive-through window to officiate the ceremony.Even crazier, he had a burger in hand the whole time.It turns out that Elvis gets an appetite at 4 a.m., and he wasn’t putting down that Big Mac for anything.
But things went south soon after.Sure, we enjoyed some bouts of hot sex at the start, but it probably only lasted for a couple months.Then, Joelle complained that my dick was too big.Then, she said it was too small.Then, she said it didn’t “rub her right” on the inside.Soon, she’d only let me fuck her with a dildo, although she had no trouble handling a variety of dildo sizes with that sassy cunt.But soon, even the dildo was a no-go, and she always “had a migraine” or “was too tired from work.”What a load of bullcrap.Me, a fucking handsome, powerful billionaire, was being boxed out by my new bride.
Obviously, I was out of my mind with anger and disappointment, and demanded that she move out.Joelle rolled her eyes and refused, but after one too many blowout fights, she finally agreed to move her shit into a cottage on the outskirts of my property.Then, I demanded a divorce.It was the natural next step.There was no fucking way I was going to stay in a sexless marriage.That shit is for losers and sad sacks, and there was no way I was going to stay leashed to such a fucking bitch.
But shit gets even more fucked up then.I decided to serve the divorce papers myself.Why not?Cameron begged me not to, but I wanted to see the look on Joelle’s face when she realized we were dunzo.Yeah, she was going to lose her housing; give up her car; and make do on her nursing salary.Hell, her daughter would likely have to transfer schools too because I’d been footing the tuition bill for Minnie.Frankly, I looked forward to delivering the news.It’s sadistic, but there you go.I never said that I was a nice guy.
My mood buoyed, I strolled to Joelle’s cottage, papers in hand.But after pressing the bell, to my surprise, her daughter answered the door.
“Hey Mr.Landry,” the teen girl greeted, just as startled to see me as I was her.“I didn’t know you were coming over.My mom’s not here right now.”
I stopped for a moment because was this Minnie?Little Mary Amelia, whom I met a few times after Joelle and I tied the knot?Holy fuck, but she’d changed because the old Minnie was a scrawny thing with arms and legs like sticks, and frizzy hair that stood up at all angles.I barely noticed the child, to be honest, with her scabby knees and glinting metal braces.
But the woman at the door was altogether different.For one, she was no longer a little girl.Instead, the new Mary Amelia was buxom, with giant DD breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips.Shining golden hair flowed down her back, and her legs were long and slim, clad in cute pink sneakers paired with a flowery sundress.Not only that, but her features were innocent, despite her voluptuous shape.Big blue eyes stared at me, paired with a perfect ski-slope nose, and glossy pink lips.
“Um yeah, hi Minnie,” I managed in a croak.Then, I cleared my throat.What the fuck was wrong with me?I’ve been around beautiful women my whole life.Hell, since I was fifteen and hit my growth spurt, females have thrown themselves at me like I’m the last sentient man on earth.So why was I suddenly behaving like a nervous teenage boy?
Get a grip, the voice in my head rasped.Think with your brain, and not with your dick.
Right.This is my stepdaughter, or soon-to-be-ex-stepdaughter.I needed to take control.
“Hey Minnie,” I tried again, my voice more normal now.“It’s good to see you.I didn’t know you were home.”
The young blonde nodes, her eyes a bit wary now.
“Yes, I’m visiting because school’s off right now.You know that I’m at Evergreen College, right?Near Purchase, about forty-five minutes from here.”
In fact, I did not know.I’m sure Joelle told me, but I’d forgotten because her daughter’s whereabouts were never very important to me.Out of sight, out of mind.But I smiled and nodded.
