I’m suddenly feeling more exposed being in just the towel.
“Believe that lie if you want to, Jer baby, but I was the best thing that’ll ever happen to you.” She reaches out, and I step back out of her reach. No way in hell am I letting that skank touch me again. I reach down, making sure my towel is still firmly in place with my sudden movement.
“No, the best thing to ever happen to me was my daughter. Now answer the fucking question, then get out of my yard.”
“How is our daughter?” she coos, twisting her hair around her finger as she sways her body, thinking it’s sexy. But all I see is red.
“Mydaughter is none of your concern. You lost your rights to her years ago. If you think you can use her for some sick, twisted plan of yours, then you’re mistaken.” I go to shut the door, since she’s obviously here for some self-serving purpose that I want no part of.
She steps forward, sticking her foot in the door and placing her hand on it, pushing on it to keep me from closing it.
“Stop, please, Jer baby.” She licks her lips, batting her eyes as she runs her finger along her cleavage.
“Stop fucking calling me that. I hated it when we were married, and even more now.”
She starts crying, just like she used to when she wanted something and wasn’t getting her way.
“Please, I need your help. I was in a relationship with the producer of my films, and he accused me of cheating and fired me. He even blacklisted me from all the other production companies. No one will hire me.”
“What does that matter to me?” I roll my eyes. Sylvia is delusional if she thinks I’m helping her in any way. All this tells me is that I need to speak to Amberlee tonight and tell her about this. I'm just thankful she isn't here now, but Sylvia can be a persistent bitch, so I’m sure if she doesn’t get what she wants, she’ll be back. Looks like I’m getting a restraining order today.
“Because you’re my husband—”
“Ex-husband,” I cut her off, reminding her since she clearly has a lack of memory of our whole divorce.
“It’s semantics. I know you love me and I miss you. We can become a family again.” There she goes again, batting her eyes like I’m going to fall for it and eagerly welcome her back into my bed.
“There’s no us, and there’s no family. I’m sorry the life you chose isn’t working out for you, but that’s your problem. If you ever step foot on my property or come near me again, I’ll have you arrested for trespassing and harassment.”
I move her foot and go to shut the door again, but remember what a lying bitch she is.
“Also, if you try to spin this conversation in a direction that makes you the victim, you’re out of luck. The whole thing is recorded by my door camera. One that I should’ve checked before opening the door to you.” With my final word, I shut the door and lock it. I’m ready to get dressed and see my two girls.
It doesn’t take me long. Once I have my bags in hand, I make sure to check my camera, and I sigh with relief when I see she’s gone. I turn on the alarm and lock up the house.
I have to speak to Amberlee tonight and tell her about this.
When I get in my SUV, I try calling Amberlee, but it rings until I get her voicemail.
“Hey it’s Amberlee, leave your message after the beep.”She even sounds sexy as hell in her message.
I let her know I’m on the way and I can’t wait to see her, then hang up.
When I pull into Ryan's driveway, I expect to see her car there, but it’s not. She hasn’t returned my call either.
I park, turn off the engine, and then head inside. I’ve been here so many times that it’s like my second home. But I still have a need to let them know I’m here, not wanting to walk in on something I shouldn’t. Lifting my hand, I give a firm knock, then let myself in.
“Hi honey, I’m home!” I yell, shutting the door behind me.
The sound of feet slapping on the hardwood floor echoes before I hear my sweet girl scream, “Daddy!” and leaps into my arms.
I give her a tight hug, kissing her on the top of her head. “I missed you. RJ wants me to spend the night, and Aunt Maddy said I could. Can I please?”
“Hmm, let me think about it. Have you been good this week?” I play with her a little, knowing I’m going to say yes.
“I’ve been good. I’ve even done my homework already, so I don’t have to do it Sunday. Aunt Maddy helped me.”
“Okay, then I guess you can. Go play, and I’ll let Uncle Ryan and Aunt Maddy know it’s okay.”
