rather forget.”
He actually had the nerve to look hurt by my statement. I should have been ashamed for taking such a low blow and for the slight amount of satisfaction I felt that my barb might have landed on the bull’s eye.
Of course that satisfaction dissolved with Brent’s scolding tone. “Now that’s no way to be, Shannon. Especially since motorsports should now remind you of me instead.”
For several long seconds an uncomfortable silence hung over the table as Brent and I exchanged looks. Then his phone rang, causing me to jump. He glanced at the screen. “Excuse me for a moment while I take this.”
Before I could protest, he disappeared outside to answer the call. I watched him go, tracking him through the crowd and finally losing sight of him when he headed out the door. Frustrated, I turned back to face Wayne, who now sat across from me with a scowl on his face.
“What are you up to, Shannon?”
I arched a brow. What in the hell was up with his sudden change of tone? “What do you mean? I’m not up to anything.”
“You hated motorsports,” he pushed. “The only reason you ever went to any of my events was out of some sad fear that if you didn’t support me I’d leave.”
My eyes widened at his statement as embarrassment joined frustration for a tango in the pit of my stomach.
Looking almost sinister, he grinned. “That’s right, I knew. You never loved me,” he snapped. “You settled for me because I was the only one willing to fuck you at all, even if it was in the dark.”
He leaned back in the seat and folded his arms. “It was actually a pretty good arrangement we had. You supported me while I worked toward my dream and as payment I fucked your fat ass.”
Seething, I closed my eyes and struggled with the urge to flee. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, his words carried a certain amount of truth. Still that didn’t mean I should allow him to denigrate me. “So how is the little blonde tramp you screwed in our bed?” I shot back hoping to hit a nerve.
I knew the answer before I’d asked the question. She’d showed up on my doorstep several weeks after the fact and apologized for sleeping with my husband. He, of course, never told her he was married and she felt terrible for breaking up my marriage.
His grin widened. “I dumped her ass and moved on. When you have a job like mine, it’s easy to find women who want to be with you.”
I leaned forward, and rested my elbows on the table. “Seems to me they’re a perfect match, since they don’t care what they screw and neither do you. So tell me, did you ever manage to get rid of the crabs you gave Sally or are they some sort of parting gift to any poor woman who is desperate enough to sleep with you?”
“You fat bitch!” His next move was so fast I never saw it coming. He jumped from the seat and grabbed me by the wrist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he yanked me from my seat and pulled me against him. “I’m about sick of the way you’re talking to me. Just who in the hell do you think you are?”
For the briefest moment a slick trail of fear slid through me, then I realized the power I actually held. He wouldn’t dare hurt me in front of a restaurant full of people and risk losing his precious job. “I know that I am your ex-wife, thank God, and I know that you’re going to release me before you do something you’re going to regret.”
“Don’t bet on it. Now tell me, Shannon, why are you really here? Because I don’t believe for a second that someone as rich and important as Brent Hague would have anything to do with you,” he snarled.
Feeling the need to escape, I twisted my wrist, but his grip only tightened. “Why I’m here is none of your damn business,” I replied. At this point I’d die before I’d tell him the truth.
“Don’t fuck with me, Shannon,” he warned through gritted teeth. “If you’re here to somehow mess with my career, you had better think again.”
He’d
He actually had the nerve to look hurt by my statement. I should have been ashamed for taking such a low blow and for the slight amount of satisfaction I felt that my barb might have landed on the bull’s eye.
Of course that satisfaction dissolved with Brent’s scolding tone. “Now that’s no way to be, Shannon. Especially since motorsports should now remind you of me instead.”
For several long seconds an uncomfortable silence hung over the table as Brent and I exchanged looks. Then his phone rang, causing me to jump. He glanced at the screen. “Excuse me for a moment while I take this.”
Before I could protest, he disappeared outside to answer the call. I watched him go, tracking him through the crowd and finally losing sight of him when he headed out the door. Frustrated, I turned back to face Wayne, who now sat across from me with a scowl on his face.
“What are you up to, Shannon?”
I arched a brow. What in the hell was up with his sudden change of tone? “What do you mean? I’m not up to anything.”
“You hated motorsports,” he pushed. “The only reason you ever went to any of my events was out of some sad fear that if you didn’t support me I’d leave.”
My eyes widened at his statement as embarrassment joined frustration for a tango in the pit of my stomach.
Looking almost sinister, he grinned. “That’s right, I knew. You never loved me,” he snapped. “You settled for me because I was the only one willing to fuck you at all, even if it was in the dark.”
He leaned back in the seat and folded his arms. “It was actually a pretty good arrangement we had. You supported me while I worked toward my dream and as payment I fucked your fat ass.”
Seething, I closed my eyes and struggled with the urge to flee. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, his words carried a certain amount of truth. Still that didn’t mean I should allow him to denigrate me. “So how is the little blonde tramp you screwed in our bed?” I shot back hoping to hit a nerve.
I knew the answer before I’d asked the question. She’d showed up on my doorstep several weeks after the fact and apologized for sleeping with my husband. He, of course, never told her he was married and she felt terrible for breaking up my marriage.
His grin widened. “I dumped her ass and moved on. When you have a job like mine, it’s easy to find women who want to be with you.”
I leaned forward, and rested my elbows on the table. “Seems to me they’re a perfect match, since they don’t care what they screw and neither do you. So tell me, did you ever manage to get rid of the crabs you gave Sally or are they some sort of parting gift to any poor woman who is desperate enough to sleep with you?”
“You fat bitch!” His next move was so fast I never saw it coming. He jumped from the seat and grabbed me by the wrist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he yanked me from my seat and pulled me against him. “I’m about sick of the way you’re talking to me. Just who in the hell do you think you are?”
For the briefest moment a slick trail of fear slid through me, then I realized the power I actually held. He wouldn’t dare hurt me in front of a restaurant full of people and risk losing his precious job. “I know that I am your ex-wife, thank God, and I know that you’re going to release me before you do something you’re going to regret.”
“Don’t bet on it. Now tell me, Shannon, why are you really here? Because I don’t believe for a second that someone as rich and important as Brent Hague would have anything to do with you,” he snarled.
Feeling the need to escape, I twisted my wrist, but his grip only tightened. “Why I’m here is none of your damn business,” I replied. At this point I’d die before I’d tell him the truth.
“Don’t fuck with me, Shannon,” he warned through gritted teeth. “If you’re here to somehow mess with my career, you had better think again.”
He’d
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