Cree (My Way Series - Book 1) (Volume 1) Read Free Page B

damn hard to turn on my sexy. When my lime green hooker heels clicked on the cement, I knew I had the Bastard’s full attention. I threw my hair back over my shoulder and jiggled my very large boobies at him.
    “What in the hell do you think you’re doing here, and what are you driving?” he said. With my best I don’t give a damn attitude, I strolled over to him. When I was so close that I could feel his breath and smell the mint and stale cigarette smoke on him, I gently reached down my lace top and pulled out an envelope.
    With a shocked look on his face, he hissed, “I’m not taking you back! You’re nothing but white trash and served your purpose in my life. You entertained my mom while I became successful and kept my home nice. It’s not my fault that your own parents didn’t even want you, so now why don’t you run off and apply for welfare and get a job at the local Denny’s.”
    Ouch, that hurt just a tiny little bit deep down. I didn’t let the hurt last long, because I was about to make this Bastard hurt, and I mean hurt him the best way I knew how. I simply and very coolly replied, “Your mom left this letter for you. She thought it best that you hear this news from her and not her lawyer or my financial advisor. As much as this does pain me to say it, thank you. Thank you for the best years of my life and sharing your mother with me. I don’t regret marrying you because I never would have had my Frances May Crazy Pants in my life. That was a huge gift while I had the misfortune of calling you my husband.”
    He gazed at me dumbfounded, as he gripped the letter that would change his life forever in his right hand. I took two steps and then turned around and hollered over my shoulder at him, “Oh, by the way, your frat brother Grant Smith had superb skills when going down on a lady compared to you, but I did become a pro at faking it while you tried. You may want to reconnect with Grant to brush up on your oral skills!”
    “Bitch!” he muttered. I strolled away and let myself into my new house. I wondered how long it would take for the dumb fucker to read the letter. I’m sure he has hung his coat up and made himself a Crown and Coke. Instead of dwelling on when my ex-Bastard would be devastated, I made my way up to Frances’ room.
    I knew the things I wanted of hers. I collected the items and placed them in a plastic tote. She was very fond of all her jewelry, with stories behind each piece. She was very eager to pass these down to her granddaughters one day. I needed the jewels to help mend the gaping hole in my heart she left. I wouldn’t be able to pass them down to her granddaughters, so I would keep them very close to me.
    Once I had everything packed up, I went back downstairs to call my financial advisor. I informed him that I wanted to sell the house and cars, and that I wanted all the money to go to the local soup kitchen that Frances and I were so fond of. He wasn’t so crazy about this idea. He reminded me about the value of the house and cars several times throughout the conversation. I didn’t care! I knew where the money belonged, and I knew it would make my Crazy Pants happy!
    I ended the call, grabbed the two totes of what I had left of Frances, and gave the place one last glance. I twirled around in the entry way, taking in all the good memories I had of this house, and said one last goodbye to my old life. I opened the door to a very-red faced and pissed off Mr. Montgomery. Oh, this is going to be a freaking blast , I thought. I had no idea that it was even possible to love my Frances even more at that moment. “Can I help you?” I purred in a very smitten voice, while twirling my hair.
    “Are you fucking kidding me? Is this a practical joke? You really think that I’m going to let you waltz right out of here with my inheritance? Well, think again, you little bitch!” screamed the Bastard, while pounding on the railing on the front porch.
    In a very calm and happy