Lisa Sprinkle

“Your ex-wife’s boyfriend has been found.”

Before Davis could reply, he caught the sight of Evelina standing with other commuters at a bus stop, perhaps waiting for the public bus home.

“I need to send her some money. She shouldn't be waiting for a bus like this when she can get a cab.” He muttered more to himself.

Silas, however, heard his murmur. “Who, sir?” He asked.

“It's Evelina. She's standing at that bus stop. I was thinking about how I needed to send her some funds for maintenance. She doesn't need to wait to catch the public bus like this anymore.” He sighed, pointing at Evelina from inside the car.

Silas slowed the car down. “Oh, I see her.” He purred. “Shall I drive over to offer her a ride, Mr. Montgomery?”

Davis wondered if the evening breeze was getting in Silas’s head and disrupting his way of thinking. “Of course, we can't do that, Silas. Not with my face like this. She can't see me."

“Oh!” Silas gasped. “My bad, sir. I forgot. I was only thinking of how much you care for Ms. Evelina that I didn't remember that we have to keep you hidden.”

“Just remind me to send her money tomorrow.” Davis dismissed.

Just then, the bus pulled up, doors hissing open, and Evelina boarded, vanishing into the crowded interior. Davis’s limo also surged forward, leaving the mundane bus stop behind.

Silas cleared his throat. "More on Jordan, sir. Apparently, he had a family. Three kids."

The bloody clown had three kids?! And a wife? Madeline sure did get what she deserved. This even made it all the more laughable.

Davis scoffed, disbelief lacing his tone. "Madeline cheated on me with a man with three kids? Absurd."

Silas continued, "There's more, sir. Turns out, he won the lottery back then. That's what drew her in. Big money, easy living, and no limits. But the jackpot's long gone. All squandered away, partying, clubbing, and even more gambling. Their problems started then."

Davis wanted to laugh. Oh, Davis wanted to laugh so bad.

He shook his head instead, projecting his mocking laughter into the disgust that settled in his gut. "Rotten to the core, that woman. Couldn't she figure out that getting a job is the actual solution to all of her problems?”

“Some women are like that, Mr. Montgomery. Lazy and gold diggers.” Silas reasoned.

Davis nodded. “Especially if she was raised by parents like Susan and James. Those two are the greediest and most lazy people I've ever met.”

“You are here to make them scapegoats now.” Silas chuckled as they swerved into the street.

The people outside at that time all stood by, waving as Davis’s car glided down. Davis saw Lisa Sprinkle.

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They called her Lisa Sprinkle because she never wore anything that didn't glisten. She was like a human magpie, drawn to anything shiny and gaudy. Her outfit always screamed, "Look at me!” There was a period when Madeline had refused him sex for months. Somehow, Lisa Sprinkle overheard Madeline gossiping about it with other girls in the street.

Lisa Sprinkle’s husband was out in the military. She deceived Davis into coming to her house. “Are you heading to the store, Davis?” She had asked him, her Las Vegas showgirl costume glistening under the sun that day.

Davis remembered he would always wonder why she had to dress so extravagantly every day without a function. She would have made a good combination of friendships with Madeline but the two girls would war for dominance in the street.

Perhaps, that was what set Lisa Sprinkle on him that horrible day. Davis nodded at her, shielding his eyes from the sun as he felt his tight jeans getting wet from sweat.

“Yes, Lisa. I am.”

She clapped. “Good! Mind to help me get some beverages? I ran out of some and my…” She raised her leg and wriggled her toes. “I just got my pedicure done. Wouldn't want to head to the store now.”

“Oh, sure. I can just help you grab a thing or two.” Davis responded, wanting to get out of the sun more than being willing to help her out.

Her smile widened, eyes twinkling. “Alright, you're off the hook! But let's see – how about a double scoop of mint chocolate chip, a bouquet of sunflowers, and a dark romance book?”

Seriously? Did she have to ask for a book too? She wasn't even getting the things she needed. Just wants. As the gentleman that he was, Davis couldn't protest. “Will do.” He nodded as he took the cash from her and headed to the store.

Little did he know that the shiny thing of a person was preparing a trap for him just to get at Madeline.

When Davia returned from the store, he knocked on her gates. Lisa Sprinkle never showed up. Frustrated that Susan was going to eat him raw should he get any later than he was, Davis pushed the gate open and found it unlocked. He walked into the compound and knocked on the front door.

“Coming!” Lisa Sprinkle squealed and after a few seconds, she opened the door, naked with just a towel to cover her most sensitive parts. “Was in the bathroom. Having a quick shower.” She smiled.

Davis glanced at her legs. She couldn’t go to the store because of them. “Oh, they are dried now. Thank you, Davis!” She beamed.

He had no idea if it was the joy of having someone in the street call him his name and not ‘Good for nothing’ that made him enter the house with her when she said…

“Mind helping me lift some of them in?”

Just as he’d kept some of the beverages in the freezer and was about to turn, Lisa Sprinkle hugged him from behind, throwing her towel on the floor.

Davis was so stunned that he stiffened at the touch at first, motionless and jaw ajar. Before he could process what was going on, She pulled him closer and began to kiss him.

Had Madeline not starved him of sex for months, Davis would have been able to summon control at that moment and hurry out but his desire got the best of him.

For some minutes, he kissed her back, and touched her as she touched him. She had it all planned all along as she led him to the sofa. She undid his belt and put his dick in her mouth.

Hell, he lost all of his control but had no idea where it all came back from just as he was about to dive into her, he regained some of his senses and backed away.

“Oh, shit.” He swore, trying to zip his dick back in but Lisa Sprinkle kept on getting in the way.

“No one will know if we don't tell them. I know Madeline hasn’t been letting you have sex with her. I'm here, I'll satisfy you.” She kept on pleading, throwing herself at him.

Out of frustration, he pushed her back but she ended up hitting her head on the tiled floor.

“Ahhhh!” She screamed, leaving Davis frightened.

Terror taking over him, Davis picked up Susan’s errand and ran out of the house.

“Davis, you good for nothing!” She screamed after him, swearing. “If you leave, you’ll regret this!” She vowed. Not fucking Lisa Sprinkle that day led to the crazy events that unfolded after.