Ian was so mad that he slept in the guest room that he didn’t say a word to me the whole drive home, not one single word.

I didn’t mind our marriage going downhill anyway, ever since the kids left the roost, so peace and quiet in the bedroom was in a way better than anything else that had been going on for the last few years.

I got to read my book and spread out as much as I wanted. If this was the end of our marriage, then so be it.

“Morning,” I smiled as Ian came downstairs.

He took his coffee and slice of coffee cake and sat at the table. He didn’t even look my way. Even though I had made the coffee.

“Still acting like a child I see,” I grinned.

“We don’t need to talk,” Ian mumbled.

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you, do you need me to get the other six dwarves to translate Grumpy?” I laughed.

Ian shot up like he was shot out of a cannon. I held my ground, knowing that behind my back, I was holding something that would make him go away for good.

“And you wonder why domestic violence has gone up,” I shook my head. “Thought words couldn’t hurt?”

“Don’t use my words against me!” Ian sat back down. “I am sorry, I lost my temper.”

“It’s fine, I pushed too far, but I think we need to talk, and you only talk when you are angry,” I sat down and put the gun on the table.

Ian smiled as he stared at it. “Knew I married you for a reason.”

“Never leave home without it,” I smiled.

“Never let it leave your side,” Ian grinned.

Those were the words we said when he took me to get it.

That was the talk that started the end of our marriage. We agreed to part ways peacefully; no more arguing about who was wrong and who was right, just two grown adults talking about the good times we had and the way to split things evenly.

There were no courts and no lawyers. We had papers written up by our family lawyer, got them notarized, and that was it.

We said our goodbyes and wished each other well. I knew Ian would stay in the house and brood for a while; he always liked to brood. Then, he would throw a big party with some friends, and then things would go back to normal for him.

As for me, there was someone I wanted to see.

“Mr. Stamets, will see you now,” the secretary smiled as she led me to the large black door.

“Becca!” Charlie grinned from ear to ear.

“Hey Charlie,” I smiled as I approached his large desk.

We shook hands, and then I sat down. “Security is paying well.”

“Well, with the world how it is today, everyone wants private security, and good, professional security personnel, not the run of the mill guy that can’t run, or fight or do anything.”

“Like the big turb of lard at the local grocery store?” I laughed.

“Especially not him,” Charlie laughed along.

We talked for a bit, and I told him about the divorce and how Ian didn’t believe me that I hadn’t slept with Charlie until Charlie sent me the video surveillance of that night and he saw the two of us just talking.

Charlie had also provided me with the video of Ian paying a prostitute, just in case things got nasty. Prostitution was illegal in our state. I was glad I didn’t have to use it, even though Ian got close to me pressing that button a few times.

“So, you didn’t have to use it,” Charlie asked as we sat in his office and ate lunch.

Charlie had put his whole day on hold for me. I felt special.

“Nope,” I shook my head. “He kept going on about what he did wasn’t wrong and that he was the man of the house and needed someone professional to get him off, and even though I had just talked to you, I was still in the wrong.”

“I would have used it right there and then,” Charlie smiled.

“He just wanted to push a button and see what I had up my sleeve,” I stared at him. “Never play poker with me, I am very good!”

“Thanks for the warning,” Charlie grinned. “So, what are you going to do now?”

“I thought of leaving the city, I got an offer out west that I might take up,” I sat back.

“What if I beat that offer?” Charlie leaned over the large table.

“Holy fuck!” I yelled as Charlie held me down and fucked me. “God damn you are so fucking big!”

His huge black cock was pile-driving me into the table.

“I had wanted to do this for years!” Charlie shouted as he had my hair wrapped around his fist as he fucked me from behind.

“I will take it!” I yelled. “I take your offer!”

“I am not done with you yet!” Charlie shouted. “Don’t think you will get off so easily!”

I was thankful his office was on the fifth floor of this office building, and it was soundproof. The way Charlie had me yelling and screaming his name, I knew I sounded like a whore.

Something New Chapter Two: A New Lease

After the events at the swingers club, Rebecca finds something else to look forward to.

Ian was so mad that he slept in the guest room that he didn’t say a word to me the whole drive home, not one single word.





Something New Chapter Two: A New Lease

After the events at the swingers club, Rebecca finds something else to look forward to.

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