“Unless” she held up a finger, kind of liking where Adil’s head was at, “we get rid of it. He doesn’t need to know I didn’t use it. He only needs to know he never gets to use it with me again.” She moved to kneel in front of the door, “move out of the way. I don’t want your eyes in here.”
“Yes you do,” Adil nodded vigorously. He yanked the drawer before she could stop him and his eyes widened incredulously. “Holy shit! You dress up in corsets for the bastard and he cheated?” he pulled her favorite velvet bustier with the cinched waists and the black and gold inlay. “Is this,” he pulled out a small flogger, “no.” His eyes were rounded and his tongue darted to his lips, “the man is fucking stupid.”
“Just pick something and close the drawer.” Beni whispered angrily. “Before Maeve comes back and sees her daughter is far kinkier than any of us were led to believe.” His eyes drifted to a white hat, “is that a slutty nurse’s uniform?”
She grabbed a pair of leather wrists restraints and shoved them into her pocket and slammed the door shut. “Stay out of it.”
Adil stared hungrily at the door, “but there’s so much I want to know.”
“It’s none of your business.” She pushed him and he fell backwards on his ass. “Can we stop talking about my sex life now?”
“Yes.” Benicio uttered emphatically. “Let’s go.”
She dumped a bunch of her work clothes into a tote and then motioned at Adil, “grab all the shoes please and dump them in.”
Adil reached into the far back of the closet and pulled out a pair of thigh-high black latex boots and was salivating, “tell me you aren’t leaving these for that fucker. He’ll whack off into them.”
“He’s already whacked off all over them, more than once,” she shot back. “Leave them. I don’t want his cum stained boots in my new life.”
Adil dropped them and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands and then came out a few minutes later after a quiet conversation with her mother.
“There’s a bunch of tracking kits for ovulation and a handful of pregnancy tests in the closet,” he said softly. “Your mom isn’t sure what to do with them.”
“Leave them for him to deal with. I won’t be needing one for a long time and if I ever decide to have a family, I’ll buy new tests.”
“Toss them Maeve,” he yelled in the direction of the other room.
Her mother’s “thank goodness” made her smile.
Several minutes later she stood up and then the movers were grabbing her boxes and taking them away. The kitchen and living room wen already sorted and this was the last of it. Returning to the kitchen she looked around at the photos on the walls and the little odds and ends they’d purchased together over the years. A thought occurred to her, “Benicio, Beni,” she corrected herself, “in the guest bedroom under the bed are a box of Christmas decorations. Can you grab the whole box. I’ll go through them but some of them were my grandmother’s, and I don’t want to leave them behind, but I don’t want to go through them right now.”
“On it.”
She exhaled sharply and then her eyes caught the cutlery drawer. “I’m entitled to half of the contents of the apartment, right?”
My Half-Part
Her mother nodded, “yes, It’s what Benicio put in the papers.”
“tin, if I take half of the cutlery, it’s okay?”
“Of course, but why would you? You have a fully killed out kitchen,” her mother was frowning,
“I men, we have twenty pieces of cutlery in the set we bought, four of ench piece, If I wanted to take ten, meaning, all the spoons and two knives, it would be okay?”
“You want the spoons?”
“Yes, I also want the top row of those sharp knives in the cutting block, I mean, there are eight. I will take these four,” she took The four knives which he used most and left him the tiny paring knife, scissors, a serrated knife meant for bread and a giant elenver,
Adil immediately was all in on her plan, “oh, you are also entitled to half of the instant coffee machine. If you say take this part,” he held up the water dispenser, “then I think it’s fair.”
Her mother giggled, “what about half of the pots and pans? The top halves?” she lifted two lids.
“I don’t actually think it’s how the division of marital assets is supposed to go,” Benicio laughed as he came out carrying the box of Christmas ornaments, “but as your legal representative, I say, go for it and we can argue about it in court. Each time his lawyer brings up a spoon I’ll bring up the still imagery in my possession of him ejaculating on a dress another woman was wearing.”
His words stung and she took the smarting feeling and flung open the cabinet to where Kyst kept all of his travel mugs. The man loved to bring his coffee too work with him. She began unscrewing every single lid of the travel cups.
An alarm sounded on Adil’s watch, “we’re at ninety minutes. Any other last halves you want to take? Beni needs to go serve Denise and then Kyst. Let’s get these things all back to your new place.”
“Wait,” she took a breath, “there is one thing I want, half of.”
“What?”
She pointed to the giant wedding portrait hanging in the living room. “I never wanted it, but his mother paid for this huge photo package, and this picture came in and he loved it. I need to clean the glass all the time because his fingerprints are always on it. How fast can we take it down, tear out the half of me in it and then hang it back up.” As her mother stared at her incredulously, she shrugged, “it’s my half.”
“Hey, am I too late? I was delivering the good news to my grandfather with an audio clip of Denise bragging about banging your husband in your bed.” Phineas’ voice cut in as he entered the apartment. He gave a whistle, “I said it before and I’ll say it again, you made this little place a home, Juniper. I can’t wait to see what you do to your new place. It’s very peaceful in here.” He watched his friends taking down the wedding photo, “what’s happening?”
“She’s taking her half of things. Half the cutlery, half the pots and pans, half the photo.”
“Adil started it when he told me to take Kyst’s favorite thing from our tickle trunk.”
“Tickle trunk?”
“He named it.”
“Oh, a sex box. What did you take?” Phineas asked curiously.
“My mother is in the room.”
“She took leather wrists restraints.” Adil called out loudly. “Sorry Mama.” rab
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.