Chapter 5

It is just another day at the office.

I finish off a female client with my wet mouth, repeatedly kissing her sweet spot until she is shaking and moaning out, "I'm coming" several times. Women take less effort. They don't expect rimjobs. They pay whatever you ask for and not try to open a silly dispute as a first customer trying to keep their money to themselves. Cheapskates exist in places they have no need to be.

I wrap up in going down on her once she no longer desires any more favours.

Today, I am planning out my execution at re-entering Richard's life. He is going to fall in love with me and I will willingly marry him. I will wait nine months to divorce him and take half his finances, leaving him with the burden of being broke again. Or maybe not. Maybe half his finances is enough to continue living off of – either way, I'm ensuring he loses in a court situation to me. He will live every day with regret having been played by a woman he crossed a year before.

I unblock his number to type out an invasive text.

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How are things with the ex?

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Two can play at the "give me information" game.

Ding.

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No one in the picture. Things didn't work out, if that's what you are asking.

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I leer at the screen. Has someone already beat me to lighting up his world and dumping water all over the place? I grit my teeth as I type my next message.

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I'm sorry. It sounded promising from your end the last time we spoke.

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His next message is instant.

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Some things are for the best.

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I have no interest in continuing this conversation. I hit "call" instead.

He answers sounding rather happy. We talk for about a half hour about recent life events and laugh a bit. Halfway through our call, I propose we meet up to get coffee soon. I almost feel guilty for leading him on but remember the reason behind this. He impregnated and ditched me.

I take a deep breath. I promise myself I'm not manic. My commitment is for pure revenge. I will not screw this up feeling bad for anyone.

I sit across from him the next afternoon, observing his blue eyes and crooked canine teeth. Being the healthnut he is, he ordered a decaf. He sips it as he listens to me go on about my art. My contemporary art.

This is a day I'm going to remember. The day I put effort into avenging the man who disturbed my mourning and journey to peace after loss.

We part ways but that is not the end of our communication. If I know anything about pursuing men, they love to be pursued first. They hate putting effort into women who already have several men around her. Which I do, but he doesn't need to know that.

I sit in the front seat of my SUV watching him get into his car. He checks his phone screen before opening the door to get in. I laugh. He is still pursuing other women.

My only intention is to make him mine and make him suffer. He disturbed my peace first. Then disturbed it again by insulting my independence. If I know anything I know he deserves what he has coming to him.

My only concern is getting him to settle down. If he isn't tied down to me emotionally due to contact with several women, I need to ensure I am the one getting through to his heart and penis the most. He is a desperate man if attention from a past lover isn't enough for him. Desperate men are the easiest.

I am rimming Richard. He moans like a submissive.

I must capture his soul in the craft of what i'm doing to him. I take his penis into my hand and run my fingers up his shaft. He quivers as I lick.

I continue my fine work until he is coming all over my hand. His semen smells like fish. The texture is so sticky the cum rolls up into clots in my hand. So much has changed. These are things I've never noticed about him before.

When we are finished, he asks me to be his. I forgot how blatant he is a person. I only oblige because I have to, making sure my eyes are twinkling when I say, "Yes." Only that I feel so crippled by disgust.