I couldn't believe my eyes. "That mother fucker," my jaw clenched tightly as my hands curled into tight fists at my sides. I'd been served with divorce papers during my lunch break. After six years, John wanted out. He didn't love me anymore, and apparently hadn't in a long time. He'd been too busy loving his little eighteen-year-old secretary. If any of his stuff was left in the house, I'd set it on fire in the back yard.
"Sneaky, mother fucking, bastard," I felt like I couldn't say enough bad words to sate my temper. I checked each and every room of the house...well my house now. Not a single possession of his remained. He'd unofficially cut all ties with me. And since he was a lawyer, he promised the divorce would be quick and clean so he could get on with his life and be with...Cindy. Blonde, big-titted, bouncy, bubble-headed Cindy- I wanted to puke. I shouldn't have been so surprised by their affair; she couldn't even take short-hand for Christ's sake!
"He's having a mid-life crisis is all, he'll come around," my best friend Kim tried to soothe my pride, but wasn't helping in the least. I'd invited her over for a drunken binge, and so far it was only amounting to a pity party.
"I won't take him back," I sniffled before downing the rest of my margarita, which was becoming more tequila than mix as the night wore on. "How could he do this to me?" I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand, but it was no use. My makeup was probably a wreck by now. I'd never get the black, mascara streaks off of my face.
I don't know why I was upset, our marriage sucked. We got married right out of college, when I found out I was pregnant with twins. We were married at the courthouse with a simple ceremony without pomp and circumstance- not exactly my dream affair. As it turned out, I miscarried and my obstetrician claimed that I couldn't have children. I guess we both felt a little stuck after that.
"You'll feel better in a few days. You could find someone new you know?" Kim came back into the living room with another margarita. I drowned half of it without thinking. She soothed locks of my dark brown, very disheveled, hair away from my face, but I shrugged her off. I didn't care how I looked.
It would serve him right if I took a lover. At twenty-seven, I'm still good looking. I tan, so my skin is golden brown, and I take great care of myself and my appearance. I'm not exactly a fitness model, but I always get comments on my sparkling blue eyes and pleasant disposition. I work at Merle Norman as a cosmetic consultant, so I usually wait on women, but occasionally men come in to buy products for their wives or girlfriends.
We stayed up, drinking, talking, and plotting the perfect murder, until well after three. Needless to say, I called in sick to work, which wasn't a lie. I hadn't experienced a raging hangover since my early college years. By six that afternoon, I'd showered and drank a whole pot of coffee, so I felt almost human again. Kim called a few times, but I didn't answer. I didn't want to hear her high-pitched voice until I was absolutely sure it wouldn't split my ear drums.
I'd also come to a decision. I wouldn't be the sniveling divorcee. Now that I was a carefree bachelorette again, I needed to put myself back out there. There were plenty of bars downtown, and I could even find a man online- oh yeah, I wasn't desperate at all.
The best part of my plan was Brian. Brian is John's very best friend and biggest rival. Not only do they work at the same law firm, but Brian became a junior partner before John. John had shared his irritation with me; he claimed that Brian was an incompetent brown-noser. He'd never come right out and said it, but he was jealous. Fucking Brian would be my ultimate revenge, and I'd make sure he knew all about it. He may not want me anymore, but by Hell I'd show him that other people did.
Sleep came easily that night. I had my coup planned to the smallest detail. Brian and John wouldn't even know that hit them.
"Oh hi Brian!" I waved at him from the doorway of his office. He looked so diligent behind his big, mahogany desk covered with stacks of papers and folders. His sandy hair had grown out since I'd seen him last, the ends curling around his ears. His brown eyes were always so warm and friendly. I'd always harbored a little crush for him.
"Valerie, what a pleasant surprise," Brian stood from his desk, smoothing his tie as he came to the door to greet me. He gave me a gentle hug and I kissed him on the cheek. "You're looking lovely this evening," he stood back and looked me over from head to toe.
"Thanks, I wanted to look good for court," I turned around, giving him the full view. I'd spent almost two-thousand dollars from John's bank account to buy my designer dress. It was short, black, and skin-tight. I'd painstakingly curled my long hair into loose ringlets and topped off the outfit with a diamond tennis bracelet (also an unbeknownst-to-him farewell gift from my ex-husband) and black stiletto pumps.
"Mission accomplished," his eyes roamed over me again, stopping at the ruby cross nestled into my bronzed cleavage. My silky-push up bra was also new, and I could tell he appreciated it.
"Do you like it?" He looked up, confused and flustered as he adjusted his tie.
"Like...like what?" He took a little step back, but I quickly stepped forward to compensate.
"My necklace, it was my grandmother's," I reached up, running my fingertips over the rubies, watching his reaction as my fingertips brushed the tops of my breasts.
He was entranced, his eyes focused on every casual stroke of my hand. "I was...umm...I was sorry to hear about you and John. If there's anything I can do for you..." He was absolutely adorable when he was flustered. I almost hated to use him as my little pawn...almost.
"I came by to drop this final agreement off for him, but there is something you can do for me," I smiled up at him and stepped out of the way as he moved past me to shut the door, luckily his office was a renovated storage room, so it only had a small window behind his desk.
"Sure thing," he walked back over to his desk and sat down in his rolling chair. He probably felt more at ease with the desk between them. He motioned for me to take a seat, but I waved off his offer.
"I'm not some snobby client, Brian, we're friends." I took a seat on the edge of his desk, reminding myself a little of Fran Dresher from the Nanny with my skimpy outfit. I placed my purse and manila envelope on the desk as I crossed my hands in my lap.
"Yes...we are friends," he couldn't keep his eyes off of my thighs; he was definitely a leg man. "So what can I help you with Val?"
I sincerely hoped I'd blindsided him and he wouldn't catch on to my little plan. "I just don't understand why John left me. Am I just ugly or something?" I would have faked some tears if it wouldn't have smudged my makeup.
He shook his head, watching intently as I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again. I was pretty sure he'd seen that I wasn't wearing any panties.
"Maybe I wasn't good enough in bed. But, he seemed to like it when I sucked his cock and then swallowed his cum," I traced my fingertip along my lower lip. "But his favorite thing was fucking me from behind," I slipped my foot out of my shoe, letting it fall soundlessly onto the carpeted floor before stretching out my leg and rubbing my stocking-clad toes up and down his leg.
