All of Me (All of Me #1) by Tamsyn Bester, Bailey Townsley Read Free Book Online Page A

you doing here?” she asks, panting. Her cheeks are flushed, and her brown eyes are glossed over. Steve zips up his pants, and tucks his dress shirt in. His blonde hair is ruffled, and he avoids my glare. Fucking prick.
    “I should ask you the same thing,” I grind out. I clench my fists.
    “It’s my office,” Gemma retorts, lifting her chin. “I work here.”
    Her eyes are now cold, and hard. A look she reserves just for me. Her husband.
    “I didn’t realize work included a lunch time fuck with our accountant.”
    Gemma’s stance stiffens, and she straightens her spine. I’m ruffling her perfectly preened feathers, and it gives me a great sense of satisfaction. It’s hard to believe I married this woman, and it’s harder to believe I’ve put up with her for a whole eighteen months before I filed for a divorce. That was six months ago, and I’m still waiting for her to sign the damn papers.
    “Steve, I’ll see you later,” she says turning her head, her voice gentle. Loving. Two things she never bothered to show me.
    Steve fixes his tie and then walks past me, a smug grin on his face. He thinks he’s won some kind of prize, being able to bang my wife at work, but what he doesn’t know is how sorry I feel for him. Once Gemma sinks her claws into him, he’ll be fucked, and not in the way he was about to be when I walked in.
    Poor fucker.
    He shuts the door behind him, leaving us alone. Gemma brushes out her slick black bob, and then regards me. Her eyes hold no love, only hate and resentment. They do nothing to hide her calculating, and manipulative soul.
    “You obviously came here for a reason, Jason, so spit it out so that I can get back to work.”
    I step closer, and drop a manila envelope on her desk. “Sign the fucking papers, Gemma. That way you can fuck Steve whenever you want to.”
    She sits back in her leather chair, and has the audacity to grin. It’s a menacing tilt of her lips, and I can see the dirty, oily cog turning in her head.
    “You know what I want,” she says, looking conceited, “Give it to me, and I’ll sign.”
    “There’s no way you’re getting half of my assets,” I reply, struggling to reign in my anger. This was her game from the beginning, and I was too stupid to see it. My father told me a union between me and Gemma would ensure that I inherit his company. He told me a partnership between Tate Enterprises, and Fitzgerald International would be beneficial to all of us, but the only way James Fitzgerald would allow it was through marriage. Unfortunately, my father took away my right to decide, and made the decision for me. I found myself engaged, and trapped in a loveless marriage before I could blink. In the process, I lost the only woman I’ve ever really loved.
    “I won’t walk away with anything less than I deserve,” Gemma says. Her face contorts and she shows off her vindictive self.
    How I thought I could have a happy life with this woman is beyond me. I would have made it work if I thought she had any redeemable qualities, but that requires a heart. Something she doesn’t possess. And to think I considered having a child with her. Thank God that didn’t happen. Not without a lack of trying on her end though. She’s tried to ‘catch me with my pants down’ more than once, but lucky for me she failed every time.
    “You deserve nothing,” I snap. “I will make sure you get just that.”
    Gemma laughs, and the sadistic sound fills her office. “Good luck with that, Jason. Don’t forget, we have dinner with my parents on Wednesday.”
    And just like that, she changes the topic. It’s her way of controlling our relationship, and dismissing the notion that our divorce will actually happen.  What she doesn’t know is that I’m the one in control, and whether she likes it or not, I will get her to sign.
    “Be sure to send your parents my best, and apologize for my absence.”
    My wife’s perfectly shaped brows dip, and I see her features morph from