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No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return
I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.“Welcome to adulthood!” Dina was practically screaming to make herself audible to her friends amidst the loud beat of the music in the bar they were in.
“Yeah! Let’s rock the world!” Marlyn, or Marlon, the gay in the group, raised his mug of beer for a toast that everyone clinked mugs with.
“I am going to get drunk and get laid tonight,” Lexy, the only virgin in the group, daringly proclaimed.
“Ohhhh hohohoh, I am looking forward to that, baby,” Jake, the playboy in the class, quickly responded.
“You don’t have to bother because I am not going to pick such a clueless boy like you”, Lexy turned him down right away. Rudely to be taken, but Jake didn’t mind. He is used to her sassy attitude. That is one thing about Lexy, she doesn’t flirt, not to him or not to anyone he has seen her do so. She is not the kind of girl that gets swept on her feet when a guy approaches her with silly punch lines or something Jake is so talented to hook with girls. But she isn’t annoying either, she is just honest, confident, and Jake respects that in her.
“Cheers, babe!” Dina raised her beer mug to clink with Lexy again. “Guys, let’s help this virgin find whatever she is looking for tonight.”
“Yeah, what are your preferences?” Asked Kiara with a naughty wink.
“I am after someone mature, who won’t be a one pump-chump, and leave me hanging,” Lexy rolled her eyes as she flirtatiously stated.
Her words earned a loud roar from her friends. They exchanged high-fives as they burst out in merry laughter.
“How are you gonna find such a man, when you haven’t even been with anyone?” Teased Jake. “I can give you a little warm-up if you want, for friendship’s sake, I will sacrifice my body and lend my services to you.”
Lexy feigned retching at Jake’s words. The others in their group joined Lexy pretend to retch and the laughter roared again.
“I am sure with this crowd, I will find someone that will make my knees weak with his stares alone. A man with a captivating aura, animalistic bearing, and burning desire to take me, but not before worshiping my beauty,” Lexy smirked with exceeding confidence. She was starting to feel bold. Her confidence was hitting the roof and she herself was a bit astounded, but she could not deny the feeling.
“Good hunting, my friend!” Kenneth, her schoolmate ever since grade school cheered for Lexy.
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WILD EROTIC ADVENTURES
Sex is delicious. No one in their perverted mind will claim otherwise. So when a chance for a too good to be a true moment of one's life knocks at its door or when what happened a while ago was something you would never think it would have happened, some people grab these chances, while some regret it for a lifetime not indulging. A one-night stand or a quickie with a consenting individual is an easy fix./0/24376/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f497235f479a0ec0f3a7814882e0eb0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
