The Art of Redemption by Ella Dominguez Read Free Book Online

lawyer’s window, sunlight strained its way past the thick venetian blind and dazed him momentarily. Pushing the shades aside, he focused on a lonely patch of green grass amongst the pavement outside. While his legal counsel discussed how to deal with the blackmailing cunt he had entrusted his secrets with, he recalled their last ugly meeting.
    It was supposed to be a nice dinner out with his favorite masochist followed by another night of kinky fun. Instead it turned out to be the worst night of his life. She looked good in her tight-fitting, red summer dress, her hair neatly pulled back into a low ponytail and her nipples taught and poking through the light fabric of her frock. He sighed irritably. Yeah, she made sure she looked good all right while she fucked him over in the worst possible way.
    Her lusty brown eyes shined brightly when she told him she wanted money. His response? How much? While reaching for his check book. He was such an idiot. He thought she simply wanted to do a bit of shopping and he was all too willing to give her what she wanted in order to see that sweet smile of hers, a smile that he now knew was nothing but a fucking lie.
    A couple hundred thousand should do fine for now, she had answered back. He must’ve looked like a complete pussy-whipped piece of shit to her as he sat wide-eyed staring back at her with his pen in his hand.
    What are you waiting for? She coolly asked when as he sat staring gape-jawed at her.
    Start writing or else I’ll tell all of Denver what you’re into. How you like to make me have sex with other men in front of you while you jack off. How you enjoy beating the hell out of me and fist fucking me just so you can hear my screams. I bet the newspapers would love to hear about all that and about what you did to your parents, D…
    Holy fucking Christ, she didn’t even bat a lash when she tore his heart out.
    I can see you’re a little flustered. It’s understandable given the situation, so I’ll give you twenty-four hours to finish writing that check out. I know you like even numbers so, for now, let’s go with exactly two-hundred thousand dollars.
    She casually walked away from him and their life together as though none of it had mattered and what she had just done was like another uneventful day at work. The unemotional expression on her face as she strode away made it perfectly clear to him that he meant nothing to her and he never had.
    But she underestimated him. He may have not wanted anyone to find out about his sexual preferences and proclivities, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow her to threaten him. He refused to live like that and h e didn’t need twenty-four hours to come to that decision. It took him all of two minutes to gather his senses and drive straight to his lawyer’s office where they promptly began drafting a notice of cease and desist of all threats and contact, or else charges of conspiracy to defraud and blackmail would be brought against her.
    Two hours later, the full brevity of the situation still hadn’t quite sunk in. Flustered. He was a helluva lot more than that. He was at a complete loss for words after everything that had transpired between them.
    All of it… lies . He still couldn’t believe it. Almost two fucking years wasted with her. He had told her things he hadn’t told anyone. He had allowed her into his home to live with him. He trusted her with his life. She had slept next to him and held him, and all of it was nothing but one huge fucking game of emotional and sexual treason. He may have never loved her, but that didn’t take away from the sting of her betrayal.
    He belted out a breathy, ironic laugh causing his lawyers to look over at him. Karma was a real cock sucking bitch, unlike Erica fucking Lawson. No head for nearly two God damned years? Jesus, he was an asshole for having let her fuck him over like that and for thinking that he had it made with her. Hell, it served him right to have his life fucked