Good girl.
He brushed past me, and I blinked at the cat.I love you. Solidarity.The cat blinked her one eye back.I love you. He’s an asshole.
I should change the locks.
Dammit, he’s probably right about establishing residency or whatever mess he was talking about.
I’d have to get even more creative than I’d originally thought to get rid of him. My makeshift alarm clock would be the least of his problems.
I crossed my arms over my laptop. At the very least, he wasn’t getting that.
He flexed his hands into fists, as if itching to take it away from me. “Are you trying to ruin me? My dental hygienists are giving me grief, and one person canceled her appointment because she said she didn’t want a dick dentist.”
Oh.
Maybe the video was a bigger deal than I had imagined.
“Well, don’t be a dick, then.”
His eyes went wild. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. Fortunately for me, Mitch realized he’d run out of options.
“I’ve got to get back to the office, but youwilltake that video down.”
No, I won’t. Not now I won’t. It’s going to live on the internet forever.
“Vivian.”
“Mitchell.”
He was halfway to the door when he turned to point a shaking finger at me. “My lawyer was right about you, about how you’d want to take me for all I’m worth.”
I hugged my laptop tighter. “No, Mitchell. I only want what I’m worth.”
“God, I should’ve served you months ago.”
Months? I knew he’d been thinking about divorce for four years, but how long had those papers been in his sock drawer? And how long had his lawyer been bleeding him for money?
“You’d better watch out for your side chick instead of me. How much have you already paid her?”
“She’s not like that.” His words didn’t correspond with the question in his eyes. Was he sleeping around with his divorce lawyer?
My left eyebrow shot up of its own accord. I sure as heck didn’t mind planting a seed of doubt in his mind, but I didn’t need any more. I already had enough doubt seedlings for a mighty forest.
“Well, she’s a nicer person than you are.”
“I’m sure that’s what she tells you,” I said, glad my arms were crossed over the laptop so he couldn’t see my own shaking. “Don’t you have to get back to work?”
He stomped to the garage, muttering the whole way, then slammed the door behind him.
I melted onto the couch, exhausted now that the adrenaline had left me.
He was right about the passwords on my laptop. I would need to change all of them as a precaution and not keep any of those passwords anywhere near the laptop.
The doorbell rang, and I jumped out of my skin.
A quick glance through the peephole reassured me that it was Parker.
“Are you okay?” he asked the minute I opened the door.
