Chapter 48 I Hate My Ex-Wife
<< Derek's POV >>
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Vanessa had changed. For the worse, actually.
She wasn't easy to talk to anymore.
Now, she was defiant. Mean. Bossy for some damn reason I didn't even want to know.
The longer she stayed with Ryker, the more she began to adopt his bad attitudes that always seemed to piss me off.
And right now? I wasn't on edge like the other day at the restaurant. This time, I was pissed.
Every line in the file burned my eyes, evoking hatred from every pore in my skin.
Vanessa didn't just change.
She was audacious.
I slammed the file on the table, my chest growing tight.
The air conditioner in my office was working just fine, but it didn't touch the heat crawling up my back and spreading on my forehead.
I took off my suit, dumping it on the chair. I paced towards the window, then turned back around again. And snapped.
"Damn it."
Leah had brought in the files. Said Vanessa would be taking on the B&G deal that has been pending since forever.
I went through whatever clauses she put together, only to discover the messed-up terms.
She doesn't only want her own team, she wants a private van for every occasion—every travel, site locations, tour visit, etc.— a new office space for her manager, yearly vacation trips sponsored by the agency, and some other ridiculous things I couldn't care to remember.
She was pushing her luck way too far.
And if I let her have her way, she might prove to be a pain in the future.
I needed to put her in her place. To remind her that I was once the man she lived with, the man she worshipped and saw for years.
She wanted me.
And I think, she still does.
She was just angry now. Upset that I chose Annie over her.
She'll get over it soon. Sooner or later, she'll realize that she still wants me.
She always did.
Until then, I needed to refresh her memory on things that mattered.
Reaching for my phone, I dialed her number. But the call was directed to voicemail.
A string of curses slipped out of my mouth as I redialed it, my fingers trembling. Again, it was directed to voicemail.
My grip tightened around the phone. So hard it left a faint crack on the screen. I quickly pulled at my tie, dragging it loose around me. It was growing hot. Maybe from the drop in temperature. Or maybe it was just my anger leaking out.
Either way, I was furious.
And boiling hot in anger.
This was supposed to be the time where I had her under me, pressed against the bed while she took all of this energy off me through my fists.
Work stress. Stress from my god forsaken brother, who can't seem to avoid stepping on my toes. And now, stress from my ex-wife—how was I going to vent now?
I crashed down on my chair. Chest rising and falling. Thoughts of the pending deals, millions at stake, my company's image on the line, Ryker's claim over the Holland group...and how Vanessa was forcing me into a corner.
I hated it.
"Argh," I growled, shoving all of the files on my table and they crashed helplessly on the floor, causing a mess. But I couldn't care. My fists curled into balls, so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
She was supposed to be obedient. Less of a problem. Docile.
But now, she was everything I didn't want her to be.
And I was losing my edge. She was making me go mad.
"Babe.."
That voice swept into my ears, disrupting every web of thoughts colliding in my head.
Annie.
She was standing close to the door, a sweet smile on her face. Dressed in a red body-fitted gown, one that accentuated her figure— curvy hips and narrow waist. And that white ribbon tucked at the back of her hair? Chef's kiss.
My anger dissipated. Just like that.
She didn't even have to say anything else before I regained composure, squeezed out a warm smile, and said. "Hey, come here, baby."
And she did.
Her hips swirled along with her as she came near, leaned down, and tugged at my loose tie. "You seem to be in a bad mood. Can a good orgasm relieve you of this bad energy?"
Fuck. Yes.
This. This right here was one reason I loved Annie.
She knew the right words to say. The right things to put me in a good mood.
Unlike her sister who causes all of my mood swings.
She didn't wait for me to reply before she hurriedly undid my belt, tossing it off to only God knows where. She knelt in between my legs, slowly guiding my cock out of my pants.
And then...
"Ohh..." I breathed, puffing out a mouthful of air as she took my cock into her mouth.
Her head popped up and down, taking it so deep inside her throat.
It felt so good.
I shut my eyes, trying to immerse myself in the moment. But the image of Vanessa, in that restaurant, arranging my collar with a smirk on her face like she was seconds away from strangling me, popped right into my head and I flinched.
Annie gasped.
"What the hell, Derek?" She coughed out, glaring daggers at me.
"I'm so sorry." I said, "I didn't mean to. Please—"
She gave me a suspicious look, still holding onto my cock like it was her lifeline. Without another question, she took it back into her mouth again.
Again. Another reason why I chose her.
Less provocative. She doesn't mouth off. Doesn't question me or make me do things, and....
Screw it. I was focusing too much on Vanessa. All of my focus was supposed to be on this woman. The one I was getting married to in a week.
Not my Ex-wife.
But this moment didn't last.
The door swung open, slamming loudly against the wall, taking me by surprise.
I snapped my head towards the door, only to find the least person I expected, standing there with the most annoyed expression.
"Are you going to tuck back that thing you have between your legs into your pants so we can talk about the B&G deals. Or, not?"