Page 2 of Mr. Delicious
Billy was sitting on the sofa watching TV and hadn’t so much as acknowledged my presence when I got in. Then the doorbell rang, announcing her arrival.
When I opened the door, the woman practically shoved a folder full of pictures in my face—pictures of Billy and other women in the most intimate positions. Apparently, he broke the skank’s heart, and she’d been on a hunt for him for weeks. Gathering evidence and following the trail that led her to us,andthis evening.
In her folder was everything, everything that exposed the lie he was for me.
Joining the pictures were documented details which showed that while I was at work, Billy would come back during the day with prostitutes and escorts; women of all sorts.
It was all there for me to see on a booking sheet from Hogan’s whore’s. Our address and the times he’d booked the women.
Unknown to me Billy was into BDSM, though his taste was more of the sado-masochist variety and hired all manner of people to come to the house to have wild sex parties every time I was away visiting my family.
That was bad, and truly shocked me, but…What was worse, what sent me right over the edge and to this point where I thought I could kill him, was she ratted him out on his lie about the severity of his leg injury.
He’d fallen over at work last year, injuring his leg. Little did I know was the doctors gave him clearance eight months ago, so he’d been lying since then that his fucking leg was still bad. He even made a show of walking with a limp.
The asshole… the evil, evil asshole. He lied. There was nothing wrong with his leg. He was fine. The whole ‘my insurance won’t cover it story,’was a fucking lie.
The skank showed me pictures of him snowboarding and surfing.
And his beloved Range Rover… I got to see exactly how much he paid for it. The skank took a picture of the receipt.
One hundred thousand and nine hundred dollars!
One hundred thousand and nine hundred dollarsof my money. Mine.
What a fool I was!
I played the fool.
It was my fault for being so trusting and compassionate.
I’d taken out a host of loans to pay for his non-existent medical treatment and physiotherapy. God, I took a secure loan out on the house.
I couldn’t believe I’d done that.
My house, my home. Left to me by my aunt so I would have a start in life.
Now I knew his sex addiction was where all our money went. Allmymoney.
All the neighbors had now gathered by their doorways to witness the spectacle. I chanced a glance at them.
Did they know?Did they know what Billy had gotten up to?
Wild sex parties, and women of all sorts going in and out of the house—my house— would have definitely attracted some attention.
I looked back to Billy. He’d ruined everything. I was pissed at the situation, yes, but more so enraged at myself. I got myself into this mess, and all for a man I didn’t love.
I just stayed with him for the sake of finances. His lame ass part time job at the used car dealership helped.
Two paying the bills was better than one.
But did I think that would be okay forever?
“Wren please. Let’s go inside and talk.” He took that step again.
“Billy, just go.” I lashed out, glowering at him. “I mean it.”
I would try to bridle my rage only for a few seconds more, just so he could get out of my face. I couldn’t allow him to turn me into a criminal too. If I did hit him, I’d probably kill him with my bad luck, and end up in one of those women’s correctional facilities you see on TV, wearing orange for the rest of my life.
