His Vengeful Tradwife

7. Tallulah

CHAPTER 7

Tallulah

" T he problem with you, Maverick, is you're always used to getting your own way," I said reflectively, my hand tightening on my ex's balls.

"Tallulah, you need to fix this right now!" he tried to growl at me, but I only squeezed harder.

"I could crush these like two clementines in a saggy sock," I said. "So shut up and listen to me. I have no interest in making this divorce easy on you. What I'm doing to your sad testicles is what I plan to do to every aspect of your life, you cheating bastard."

His dark eyes widened.

Life had been pretty easy for hotshot lawyer Maverick Laurent. Big, tall, handsome as sin. Dark, thick hair, jawline that could cut through glass, big thick dick. That kind of sexy dominating personality that makes your pussy drip so hard it's soaking your panties.

But that was all about to end. No more easy life for him.

"What's gotten into you, Tallulah?" he said, gasping hoarsely as I had his balls in a vice grip. "This isn't who you are."

"I guess we don't know much about each other," I shot back at him. "Because I didn't know you were the kind of shitty asshole to throw away your happy family for some random work pussy."

Maverick's face went white at my words.

"Go on," I hissed at him. "Tell me she's not just random work pussy. Tell me how special your sordid little affair is."

He said nothing.

Amanda, who had been wailing while looking at her stock market app, glared at my ex.

"Well, Maverick?" she snapped. "Tell her about what we have."

He said nothing, staring at me.

I let go of his balls, but still he said nothing.

"Well, Maverick?" I asked. "I'm waiting."

"If I was ever lucky enough to be married to you, I wouldn't even look at another woman," James said, and I couldn't help laughing at the look on Maverick's face as he glared at his coworker.

"Get the fuck out of my house--" he said through gritted teeth, but I grabbed James by the arm and waltzed him into the office, slamming the door in Maverick’s face.

"Nonsense! Let's go in here so we won't be disturbed."

I began to go over my investments and finances with James and tried to ignore the fight I could hear between Maverick and Amanda. It was only a few minutes later that I heard the front door slam shut and heavy breathing as Maverick paced outside the door.

"Go watch the kids!" I yelled at him.

"If I hear you doing anything with him," Maverick roared, "I will break this fucking door down, do you understand me, Tallulah Laurent?"

"Who the fuck is Tallulah Laurent?" I snapped, kicking the door to vent my feelings. "Please address me as Tallulah Martin, my maiden name."

Maverick's unhinged growling was practically taking the door off the hinges, so I determined to ignore all of his provocation and take as long as I could to finish my legal consultation.

Since it was pissing my ex off, I didn't let James out until I was good and ready, and I was sure to have my hand on his arm when I opened the door. Maverick pounced on James as soon as I did.

"If I see you in my home again, I will wring your goddamn neck," he threatened.

James glanced in the other room, seeing the kids eating ice cream at the dinner table, and grinned cheekily.

"Thanks for a lovely time," he said. "I'm hoping we can meet soon on a more personal level, Tallulah. Now that you're free."

At that, Maverick grabbed James by the collar and carried him bodily from the room, the shorter man swinging in the air and ineffectively trying to kick my husband.

All in all, a very successful day.

I planned my revenge that week even as Maverick was constantly underfoot.

"Why don't you go over to Amanda's apartment?" I demanded one evening when I could barely turn around in my kitchen without running into him. "You were very happy to sneak away there after work before, so why are you home every day at 5:06 pm sharp now?"

"I want to keep an eye on you," he said. "Make sure you aren't bringing guys over here."

I smirked to myself. Maverick followed me like an angry, jealous panther.

And I'd have to be blind not to notice that he was horny and angry as fuck. He would love nothing more than to take me angrily. It was how we had always solved our rare fights in the past, screwing each other for hours until we were lying, sweaty and sated, on the bed, then laughing at nothing and forgetting what we were mad about.

"We should go on a double date with Amanda and Austin," I said, prepping the maple and mustard glaze for my pork chops and trying not to look at him beside me.

Maverick's face flushed, and he glared at me.

"I don't think that's a very good idea."

" I think it's a great idea," I countered. "After all, in time he might be the kids' new stepdad."

The angry breath Maverick sucked in sent all the curls flying around my face.

"You are not going to marry that jackass," he said, moving behind me so that one hand gripped the counter on either side of me, so close that his legs brushed the back of mine. The veins stood out in his big arms.

"I might," I said merrily, although my heart was pounding a little bit at his proximity, the furious heat that rolled off him. "Mrs. Austin Gregory. That sounds good."

I held out my left hand, twisting it this way and that. "I might just get a tattoo ring this time. A cursive A would look amazing. It'll be permanent , like my second marriage."

I whirled around, forcing my voice to remain calm, glad as fuck that I was wearing a bra, because before he cheated I couldn't have been able to resist the way he was standing, looming over me with that intense laser focus energy.

"This time," I said, my voice like steel, "I'll make a smarter choice."

Maverick struck like a snake, wrapping his hand around my waist and yanking me closer so that my body was smashed up against his.

"I'm tired of your little games, Tallulah," he growled. "Admit how you really feel."

"Fine," I said, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, my hands slick with sweat as I gripped the counter behind me. "How I really feel is that I fucking hate you, Maverick ."

He frowned darkly, his brows drawn together, and I could feel the hard outline of his thick cock pressed against my stomach.

"You're a goddamn liar, Tallulah."

He leaned closer and I gritted my teeth. With all my strength, I grabbed the frying pan from the drying rack and swung it at his head. Maverick was forced to let me go to block it.

"I swear to God--" he began, but I had already darted out from under his arms.

"Don't fuck with me," I warned. "I'm not your nice sweet little wife anymore. You screwed that up the moment you decided to fuck around."

A well-placed call to the legal firm's secretary gave me the exact time Maverick and Amanda were going to be out playing golf with their boss, Roberto Perez, and it was time to put the next part of my plan into action.

Mr. Perez was a powerful man in his late 60s, and he was planning to announce new legal partners after his current partner retired. I knew Maverick and Amanda were hoping to be made partners. Maverick had been working hard for years toward this goal, and he was the most successful lawyer with the most wins at the Perez & Jorgensen law firm.

But not on my fucking watch was anything nice going to happen for Maverick Laurent.

Accordingly, Austin and I made our way to the course and began playing through the holes. Mr. Perez was a very old-fashioned man who prized time with his family above everything, and insisted that his employees not work overtime.

I was wearing a vintage forest-green dress, with old-fashioned puffed sleeves and a modest, swingy skirt. My hair was done up neatly and Austin looked respectable in a soft white polo shirt and golf pants.

Up ahead, I saw Maverick’s broad shoulders, Mr. Perez’ shorter stature and snowy white hair, and Amanda’s ill-fitting dress as she threw her head back to laugh hysterically at one of their boss’ jokes.

Time to tighten the screws.

As I knew he would, Mr. Perez looked back at the couple playing a hole behind him.

"Ah, Tallulah!" he called back to me. “Maverick, I didn't know she was here today! Of course your delightful wife will have to join us. Come play with us, Tallulah! Who is your friend? He can come play too."

I saw the exact moment Maverick's big shoulders tightened as he turned his head slowly to glare at me.

Amanda just stared, her mouth sagging open most unattractively.

I walked up to the threesome, not rushing at all, knowing the lush fabric of my dress clung to my ample hips and the curves of my breasts.

"You look radiant, my dear!" Mr. Perez said. "And who is this? Your golf instructor?"

"No," I said. "This is my boyfriend Austin."

Mr. Perez looked confused, and he turned to Maverick, who was staring at me with dark eyes glittering with rage.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Oh," I said in a calm, even voice, "Maverick recently told me he wants a divorce."

Mr. Perez' jaw dropped.

"A divorce? For what reason?"

He turned and glared at a stunned Maverick.

"W-well," Maverick started, and I watched with hard eyes as my confident silver-tongued lawyer husband stood there struggling to speak.

That’s right, asshole, tell him all about how you’re fucking your coworker right under his nose.

"What would cause you to abandon your lovely wife and children like this?" Mr. Perez continued.

"I'm not, I'm not--" Maverick began, then stopped.

Amanda looked furiously at him.

"It's because he's with me," she said defiantly, putting her arm under his.

Oh god, she was even more of an idiot than I suspected.

I said nothing, because I wasn't an idiot, just stood there innocently and folded my hands neatly together. Austin also stayed respectfully silent, just as I had instructed him, and you would barely believe, looking at his neat polo shirt and khakis, that he had fingered me in the truck on the way over.

Maverick had one singular brain cell bouncing around in there, so he had already started to shake his head but it was too late.

"You two are having an affair ?" Mr. Perez asked, in a voice that could have cut glass.

And Amanda finally started to backpedal, but it was way way too late. Mr. Perez could tell by looking at the both of them that they were guilty as sin.

I didn't say shit, merely adjusted my neat little skirt and looked demure.

"I'm very displeased to hear that I've been unknowingly enabling your affair," Mr. Perez said. "I've been considering making the both of you officially partners, giving you the top cases to work on. But that was before I knew about your deeply unethical behavior."

"It wasn't unethical!" Amanda cried, looking panicky now. "There was a good reason for it!"

"And what was that?" Mr. Perez asked coldly.

Maverick looked miserable.

"No, you're right," he said, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "It was wrong to cheat on my wife."

I had never seen my big arrogant husband look like that, his head hung down in shame.

Amanda raised her club like she was going to brain him.

"Tell them!" she cried. "Tell them why you want to divorce her! Because she's such a ridiculous fucking stereotype and all she does all day is, like, bake cookies and have babies! She's just a bimbo and he deserves more!"

Mr. Perez' bushy eyebrows rose so high they practically disappeared into his thick white hair. "I know Tallulah very well, and she is extraordinarily intelligent," he said coldly. "I think you've been played, Amanda. I’m afraid this foolishness makes me have second thoughts about both of your futures with my firm.”

She looked over at me, and I smiled sweetly at her.

Dumb bitch.

"Is that true, Maverick?" Mr. Perez continued, turning to my ex. "I always thought you knew how lucky you were. Are you going to sit there and tell me you cheated on your wife because she bakes cookies ?"

"No," Maverick said, his voice low. "I can't explain it. There's nothing I can say that would explain it."

"This has all been very distressing," I put in, dabbing a white cambric handkerchief to my eye. "I'm afraid I'll have to leave you, Mr. Perez. But I've already left a homemade Danish coffee cake at the front desk for you."

"Thank you, Tallulah," he said, smiling warmly at me. "Marigold and I would love to have you and the kids over for dinner soon. You can even bring your new gentleman friend."

Maverick’s handsome face was white with fury, and he looked like he wanted nothing more than to put his big hands around Austin’s neck and squeeze. Meanwhile, the naked envy on Amanda's face went down like fine wine, and I gave Mr. Perez a quick hug.

"I'd love nothing better," I said. "Marigold is an amazing cook, and I still dream about her chocolate babkas."

Mr. Perez grinned. "I'll tell her you said that. That's a huge compliment coming from you, Tallulah."

I was so pleased with how it had gone that as soon as we left the country club I made Austin pull over on the side of the road, and enthusiastically sucked his cock as a reward for how respectably he had behaved.

And wouldn't you know it, who would drive by a few minutes later but Amanda and Maverick. She had her head in her hands and looked to be sobbing loudly, while my ex-husband was in the driver's seat so he had a great angle to meet my eyes as my mouth was wrapped around another man’s dick.

He was very quiet when he came home later, didn't say anything at first.

The kids and I had just finished dinner. Steak fajitas and quesadillas, with homemade pico de gallo, salsa, and guacamole.

"Did the kids make the salsa?" he asked. "They do a good job, don't they?"

"Yep, they sure do," I said blithely.

I felt his eyes scan over the empty plates, scraped-out bowls, messy dishes.

Nothing left for him.

Dirty fucking cheaters don't get leftovers.

"I don't think I'm going to make partner," he said into the silence.

"That's fine," I said, getting up from the table and heading into the other room. "I don't need your alimony. I just want a clean break.”

Maverick shot ahead of me and blocked my exit.

"Tallulah, this was never about your money!" he said through gritted teeth. "I have never been after your money."

"That's good, Maverick," I said, backing away, because I didn't like how familiar that throb in his jawline was, how the heat radiated from his body. "Because you won't be getting any of my money."

I retreated into the room where the kids were watching TV after dinner and sat down beside them so he was forced to silence. But I could feel his eyes on me. All the time. As I played LEGOs, fed the chickens, made a late night snack for the kids.

For the next few days, Maverick kept his head down, coming home right after work and doing the huge mountains of dishes quietly, then going back out for a sad, greasy burger, since he knew there would be no leftovers or food cooked for him.

One night I hadn't even realized he was back yet, because I was standing in my doorway on the phone with Austin. The kids were all asleep and I wanted to plan our next weekend together.

"What about going to the beach?" he asked. "Or I could fly you to Switzerland. Or the Bahamas. Anywhere you want to go. I just want to whole weekend so I can wake up next to you and then lick every inch of your body."

I laughed. "If you took me to the Bahamas, boy, you'd get a blowjob you'd never forget."

"Every blowjob from you is a fucking superstar gold-medal caliber--" Austin was saying, when suddenly the phone was grabbed from my fingers and thrown down the stairs.

Of course it was my insanely jealous and angry ex-husband, his breath harsh and ragged as he glared down at me.

"What the fuck--" I began indignantly.

"I've made a huge mistake," Maverick said.

He gripped the doorway like he was going to collapse and suddenly, before my eyes, he fell to his knees.

"I was such an idiot , Tallulah. I don't know what the fuck came over me. She's not what I want. All I want is for things to go back the way they used to be. All I want is you , Tallulah. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you ever since that day I talked to you about getting a divorce."

My ex's face was shadowed with pain, his voice dark with agony.

"I won't let you go. I love you so much, Tallulah . I see that now. I swear to God , I've never even touched her since that day. I'll never take you for granted again, and if you forgive me, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

The tendons on his thick arms stood out as he clutched the doorframe, looking up at me desperately.

"Now, now," I said, patting his big shoulder in a comforting manner. "This is nothing but an attack of the nerves. I've already reserved you and Amanda's cabin for our annual family cruise. Can't back out now! Your parents are coming, too. Perfect time to tell them about our divorce.”