Handling a woman like Julie won’t be like handling my usual jobs because women like Julie are nothing like women like me. When I fight I use my mind and my hands when women like Julie fight they use comma signs and 0’s they feel like their money gives them power and strength.
I knew Julie would act out at the dinner party I knew she would try to embarrass me in front of the other wives. And I could’ve smashed her face in when she told my husband to have me lobotomized or when she said I was “One of those girls”. But why have everyone look at me like I was a psychopath?
No I want Julie to suffer long and slow I will take everything from her and watch her self-destruct because while a physical fight might be fun I love nothing more than a good fucked up mind game.
When we arrived home I told Runner I would set Julie’s husband up in my old house make sure he’d be comfortable.
I escorted him up to the room “I hope it’s comfortable enough” He threw his bag on the sat down and put his head in his hands “I can’t believe this” I stepped between his legs and rubbed my fingers through his hair “I’ve been here before. my ex-husband always cheated” I stepped closer still rubbing my hands through his hair “Do you know how I coped with it?”
He looked up at me and I stepped even closer “How?” I rubbed my hands across his face “I fucked someone else” I had him hooked “Actually I fucked a lot” he tries to rub his hands under my dress but I step back “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need” I turn to walk out but stop “Oh and I have a girlfriend that comes and goes so don’t be alarmed if you two bump into each other”
When I get back over to the house Runner is sitting in the stairs “I’m assuming you had something to do with what happened tonight” I take off my heels “You would assume correct. Mad?” He gets off the stairs and walks toward me “I had a long talk with Bobbie when we were apart and she ripped me a new one about how stupid I am by not realizing the kind of woman I had”
I didn’t want to hear another word I had gone far too long with my husband inside of me so before he could think about saying another word I shoved my tongue down throat.
Both our hands were shaking as were ripping and tearing each other’s clothes apart we wanted each other so bad we didn’t make it up the stairs.
He picks me up and sits me on the first surface he could find spreads my legs lifts them in the air “I’ve missed you” His fingers spread me open and his tongue licks and circles my clit the feeling was amazing but I didn’t want fore play I wanted to be fucked.
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back “Don’t tease. Fuck me” in seconds he was pounding it was raw~rough~loud~passionate~ and everything we needed to start getting us back to what we used to be.
The next morning I got a call from Julie begging me to meet her for lunch and I agreed. She came walking in the restaurant looking a mess her makeup was runny from the night before and she didn’t even bother changing.
She’s standing in front of the table her face went pale “I didn’t know you were bringing guest” I was sitting at the table with her entire flock of wealthy wives. One of them reaches across the table and grabs my hand “After the fiasco at the charity dinner last night no one thought you were going to show. And well G put up you portion of the money this morning so..” Julie was about ready to pass out “So what?” She grips my hand tighter “Collectively we nominated G to run the fall/winter charity events this year”
Tears started rolling down her face “Why?” I stood up and walked over to her “Oh sweetie” I pulled her in for a hug and whispered in her ear “It took me less than 12 hours to take your husband and your flock. And I’m not close to being done” I pulled back grabbed her chin and kissed her on the lips “Welcome to my world. Now dance puppet”