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  The Sweetest Revenge

  ( The pregnancy affair - 2 )

  Jordan Silver

  Jordan Silver

  The Sweetest Revenge

  Chapter 1

  I came so hard I went blind for a moment, the young sweet ass beneath me rocked as the beauty it belonged to tried to get the last little bit of my cock cream out of me.

  "Fuck baby moving your ass like that can get you in a world of trouble." I ran my hands smoothly over her flesh before spreading her ass cheeks to get a good look at her little rosebud.

  "Come beauty, get me hard again I want in that ass this time."

  She turned around quickly, my dick falling out of her with a popping sound and took my wet cock into her mouth.

  "Ummmmm…" She rubbed her legs together as she tasted herself on my dick. We'd been fucking for hours ever since I'd picked her up from her last class at the University for the day, we had a long three day weekend coming up, one I should probably be spending with my wife but that bitch could die for all I cared.

  I guess you're wondering what a married thirty five year old man is doing in a penthouse apartment with a nineteen- year old coed, I'll tell you.

  Up until six months ago I'd thought I was a happily married man, Zola and I had been married ten years, we were two happy successful business people who had everything, the two million dollar house, the fancy cars, expensive vacations twice a year, we had it all. Everything except children; I must be the only man I knew who longed for the sound of little feet running through the halls of my home.

  After the first five years with no success we'd gone the medical route, done all the tests, there was nothing wrong with either of us according to the specialist we just needed to be patient. Our sex life was phenomenal even after all those years together; I loved to be adventurous in bed and so did she. She never seemed too broken up whenever her period would show up like clock work every month, I was more often than not the one left feeling the disappointment, but there was nothing we could do.

  I'd almost resolved myself to never having kids, I loved my wife and the idea of a surrogate was just not appealing to me, there was adoption but it just wasn't the same, I wanted flesh of my flesh blood of my blood.

  I thought I loved her more than anything thought we were solid, now I don't think I've ever hated anyone as much or ever will again.

  Six months ago on a Monday I'd answered the phone something I've done thousands of times in life, but this particular phone call was going to change the course of my life forever.

  "I need to speak with Mrs. Cordon please."

  "She's not in at the moment this is her husband Zane, is there something I can help you with?"

  "Um, well, this is the nurse from Dr. Sylvain's office your wife had called with a question about her side effects."

  My heart started beating out of time, was Zola ill and hadn't told me? Who's Dr. Sylvain? Our doctor was Dr. Carter; a million scenarios ran through my head none of them good. Knowing that the medical community isn't too big on sharing information and understanding that my wife was obviously trying to keep whatever this is from me I thought quickly and went with my gut.

  "Oh yes nurse she said she was expecting a call I'm supposed to get all the information better let me get pen and paper before I forget."

  "Um, I'm not sure we don't usually do things like that…"

  "Oh I totally understand but something came up and Zola had to be away from the phone she refuses to get a cell so I'm the messenger boy, she's very anxious to hear from the doc so if you'll be so kind."

  "Oh okay if you're sure…um the doctor says that it's normal for some women to have heavy bleeding for days after the abortion…"

  I'm not sure if it was at that point that I dropped the phone or when exactly I lost consciousness with the real world, but I do know I went somewhere else in my head. My body grew numb and I lost all feeling in my limbs.

  I opened a bottle of scotch and drank from the bottle not bothering to move from the stairs where I'd ended up after fetching the bottle. I didn't go into my office didn't call but that was no problem because I owned the place.

  I sat there for hours like a stump before I had the foresight to go digging, if this bitch had kept an abortion from me what else had she been hiding all these years? Who the fuck was this person?

  Needless to say after five hours of systematically going through every scrap of her belongings I found a whole other person living in my house.

  Not only had she had more than one abortion which after I found the evidence of the first going back seven years I threw up until I thought I would pass out. When I could stand to look at her stuff again not knowing what the hell was gonna jump out at me next, I found the affair she'd had with her boss, the away conferences she'd been to over the years that had actually been orgies, the stupid cunt even kept pictures of the shit. I downloaded those to my hard drive. I hadn't quite deduced what I was going to do yet my mind was still stuck on my murdered children; the anger was such that if she'd walked into the house then I would've ended her.

  I went through every emotion there is and I learned one thing that day, true love can die. Mine died a quick fucking death and was replaced by a black rage that threatened to consume me.

  Halfway through the bottle I'd hatched a plan, I wanted her out of my life but I'd be damned if she was going to take half of everything I'd worked for. I thought of every degrading hurtful thing I could do to her, what would hurt her most?

  By the time she returned from work that evening I'd have set everything to rights, she'd never know that I'd rifled through her every possession or that I'd made copies of every incriminating thing I found, including pictures of her married boss and the other men and women she'd fucked over the years. I'm sure her boss wouldn't like the fact that he was into being fucked by a dog to get into the wrong hands.

  I had a wealth of information at my fingertips all that was needed was time and planning to put it to the best use.

  The first thing I needed to do was take care of the doctor thing I used star sixty nine to retrieve the last call and got the same nurse, after explaining to her that the phone had been faulty and I'd missed what she'd said I told her my wife would be calling her the next day for the results as I was now rushed for time. If she would ever stop to question why it had taken me this long to call back I don't know but it was the best I had.

  Next I had to figure out how to live in the same house as this bitch for as long as it was going to take for me to bring her down.

  It turns out that wasn't so hard to do.

  When she came home I pretended to have now gotten in myself from the office.

  "Oh Zola a Dr. Sylvain's office called." I let the words hang in the air and watched her sweat, she looked fucking panicked like her world was about to come tumbling down. Not yet bitch.

  "I'm sorry but the phone went crazy and I didn't get any of what they were saying so maybe you want to call them back tomorrow. You okay? I didn't know we were changing doctors."

  She sighed in relief and went back to stocking her special bullshit health drinks.

  "Well Dr. Carter is great but I just thought we should look around you know, it's been years with no results."

  Fucking bitch.

  That night I'd made up some story about having a urinary tract infection, I'm not even sure if men had those things but I could've sworn I saw Tom Hanks suffering one in the Green Mile. She bought it and that was how I got out of her bed and into the guest room. At night while she was asleep I was on my laptop for hours formulating my plans.

  First I set up a new offshore account, we had a joint account that neither of us paid too much attention to because there was always mo
ney we just transferred money into the household account to pay the bills. I syphoned off all of mine but didn't touch hers. Next I went after the long term CDs those took some maneuvering but in the end I got them all transferred to my name only. Basically I took everything that was mine and left hers and since I was worth way more than she was, her way of life was about to change drastically.

  With the money situation out of the way I went after the house, Zola loved this house, I didn't want it didn't want any reminders of my lie. I put the shit on the market with a removal date set for six months down the road this way any interested buyers had time to decide if they wanted to buy and I had time to finish what I started. I was slick there though I didn't use a local realtor instead I used one of those high-end online sites that advertised all over the world. My house is in one of those ideal neighborhoods that everybody wants to live in, already I had a Japanese businessman on the hook he was interested and his timing coincided with mine so it looked like the house was gone for cash upfront. The good thing about it is I will be gone at least a week before she realizes the house is gone and then my buyer will be here one week later. I'm setting it up for a cleaning service to come in and clean up after my lovely ex has been removed from the premises, I hope it's forcefully I'm really hoping she puts up a fight and refuses to move.

  Two months after I answered that phone call I was still in the guest room my finances were set my company assets were safe from her hands and I had enough evidence to get a no contest divorce from her. I'd gone through all this stuff just in case things didn't quite work out, better safe than sorry because if some judge decided I needed to pay her after she'd slaughtered my kids there's a good chance I might kill the bitch so no, this way was better.

  Chapter 2

  I met Elena exactly two months and two weeks after that phone call; believe me I wasn't looking for anyone, I hadn't touched Zola in all this time, she'd tried a few times but I'd convinced her I still had my problem and that I was too embarrassed to go to the doctor so I was trying things I found online, she grouched a little but in the end she had her boss's stick to ride so she wasn't too put out.

  Elena was rushing somewhere when I was coming out of my favorite restaurant where I'd just had a late lunch, we collided and I remember thinking she had the softest firmest breasts I'd ever felt.

  We both apologized profusely until I got a good look at her. Gorgeous; long curly black hair and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. She had pits in her cheeks they were too deep to be called mere dimples and what they did for her smile. It went right through me.

  We'd both laughed in embarrassment to be caught staring, I guess she liked what she saw as well.

  "I'm sorry I should've been looking where I was going."

  Her voice was like warm caramel, smooth, dark and sweet, it did something to my nerve endings, some kind of tingling shock.

  "Are you in a rush to get somewhere?"

  "Yes my English lit class."

  "Oh you're taking evening classes at the U." She just said she was in a hurry Zane let her go.

  "Yes I'm a student at the U going for my BA in early childhood education."

  "Very impressive, I'm Zane Cordon by the way."

  I saw her throat work at that.

  "You're…?" She turned to crane her neck to look at my high rise office buildings that took up half the block across the street.

  "Wow."

  "And you are?"

  "Ahem, I'm ElenaPatriakis."

  "Pleased to meet you Elena, don't let me keep you, wouldn't want you to be late."

  "Oh right sure…" She seemed really shy all of a sudden as she dropped her head and walked off. When she was about twenty feet away I called out to her. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but somehow I knew I couldn't just let her walk away out of my life.

  "I would love it if you joined me for dinner some time." I held a card out which she returned to retrieve. Her cheeks were pink and cute as she smiled shyly before putting the card away in her bag.

  “You better hurry don’t want to be late for class.”

  “Yes sir.”

  My cock actually jumped when she said that, what the fuck?

  I let it go for now and just watched her ass twitch in her soft jeans that did amazing things for her ass as she walked away once more.

  For the first time in too long I felt real interest in a woman, shit it had been almost thirteen years since I’d fucked anyone other than the bitch, which burned my ass now that I knew she hadn’t been so discriminating, fucking bitch, I’m not bitter or anything though.

  I stood there until she turned the corner before heading back to my office in the opposite direction my mind on my jumping cock.

  Back in my office I put the beautiful Elena out of my mind and set about my last task for the day before heading home. I’d taken to conducting operation ‘fuck the bitch over’ from here since it was getting a bit risky to do at home. Suddenly she had become all clingy and wanting to spend more time together. I guess she noticed the distance growing between us and for whatever reason wanted to fix things not to mention the fact that I’ve been going home later and later every night. It was all I could do to be in the same house with her without killing her, I still puked my guts up every once in a while when I thought of what she’d done. I’d already mourned for my however many lost children, I’d put them to rest in my head and in my heart after asking them forgiveness for not being a good enough dad to protec›

  I hadn’t looked at anyone, believe it or not I’d felt weird, like I was cheating or something, breaking my vows until I realized those shits were now null and void.

  Now I have this new development on my hand, the case of the jumping dick; I hope that bitch hadn’t warped me or some shit because the truth of the matter is when I looked at the sweet young Elena my mind went to complete domination. I don’t mean tie her up spank her domination I mean if I was ever gonna go there with a woman again, I had to be in complete control and she looked perfect for the part. She was petite with just that little hint of shy innocence in her, I could see her under me taking my ten inches just how I wanted her to, and that sir shit, oh hell yeah I could definitely work with that. I’m such an ass I hadn’t thought to get her number, what if she didn’t call? Or I never ran into her again?

  I felt a slight sadness at the thought but quickly brushed it aside, no way I was gonna play the sap again, fuck that.

  I knew it wouldn’t be hard for me to find a woman willing to lay down for me, shit when I was married they were all but throwing their panties at me. I’m not vain in the least but I’m not blind either I know what I was looking at when I looked in the mirror. My black hair was worn military short an old throwback to my days in the marines, that’s where I’d learned the special skills that made me one of the nation’s leading security specialists, my company was in high demand from people all over the world begging for my services and they didn’t come cheap.

  My eyes were some kind of weird blue green color that could be turquoise one minute and teal the next or so I’ve been told, fuck if I know. I was a lean muscled six four with not an ounce of fat and my eight pack was still going strong, all in all not a bad package; I never even questioned why Zola had cheated on me, I didn’t really care and I’m sure if I’d planned to give her the chance that she would’ve come up with some doozies but by the time our divorce was final I would be long gone if all went as planned.

  I sat back and brought her beautiful face to mind, those dimples alone was worth a shot.

  “Are you really thinking of doing this Zane what’re you fuck stupid? She’s too young you’ll only be setting yourself up for more heartache.” I liked saying things out loud to myself these days, one of my new quirks.

  At home that evening I dodged the bitch by claiming I had work to do.

  “But Zane you’ve worked late every night for a month and we haven’t had sex in almost three.” She wrapped her reptilian limbs around me and I almost decke
d her, shit I’d been able to avoid any touching in all this time, I was a trained killer my thing was taking out all threats and this bitch was my number one enemy. It took every ounce of my willpower not to throw her across the room but thank heavens I was saved by the bell, literally. My phone rang and I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled away from her and went to get it.

  I walked into my office answering and came up short at the voice on the other end, she’d called after all.

  “Are you married?”

  Those were her first words to me it never crossed my mind to lie to her so I told her the truth.

  “Not for much longer.”

  “I bet all married men say that to gullible young girls just to get them into their beds.”

  She sounded pissed and that got me to thinking, I’d been so caught up in my aversion to cheating I never stopped to question hers.

  “If that’s the way you feel about it there’s nothing for me to say now is there? All I can tell you is that it’s the truth but it’s up to you if you believe me.”

  “What does that mean not for much longer?”

  I walked to the door to be sure Satan’s concubine wasn’t listening in before answering that very loaded question, verifying that the coast was clear I walked deeper into the room and ran my hand over my head as I tried to find the right answer.

  “It means little girl that you came into my life at a very complicated time, it means that I’m married in name only for at least the next three or four months while my lawyers work things out so I don’t have to go through any more crap than necessary. There are some serious things involved here and I’d understand if you walk away but just know that you’re the first woman in almost fourteen years that I’ve had an interest in other than my soon to be ex, and the first to actually get a rise out of me in over two months.”

  Shit I don’t think I’ve ever said so much all at once before in my life.