Angry Bargaining

PLEASE READ! I have edited and changed the first two chapters. I am not seeing the change.  If anyone can let me know if they are updated, if not, I may have to start over completely from scratch.

The second stage never truly left, it lingered and slowly turned into my own kind of bargaining. Angry Bargaining.

The things I had been putting off for too long, needed to be done, and I fucking got them done!

I hired a company to pack up the condo, the entire condo, including Melissa's things which were donated. That gave me great joy. She apparently showed up just as the cleaning crew finished up. A notice was waiting for her, and the locks were changed. It couldn't have been planned anymore perfectly.

I did answer the phone for that call, in the middle of the brunette on her knees in front of me. I couldn't repeat what was said, but it a glorious release. She cursed me out hardcore, which left me smiling. I responded with a simple, talk to my lawyer and I haven't heard from her since.

I traded in the stupid Volvo for a two seater BMW, it's everything she would have hated, and that was the biggest reason as to why I purchased it. It's a fun car, and reminded me of everything I changed for her. I promised myself I will never do that again.

My realtor is helping me find a home, as fun as it's been hanging with my family again, I definitely need my own space. I made a decent profit off the condo, even though I had purchased it only a year ago. The prices of city living is always rising. I plan to purchase a home locally.

I finally came clean to my parents about what was going on. My beautiful loyal mother, I don't recall ever hearing her talk so badly about someone. V was right, they understood, and supported me. I left out my habits of the last few weeks. I lightened up on the drinking, but the women, not so much.

I had a meeting with my lawyer this afternoon and the divorce papers should be served any day now. I haven't heard from Melissa since the condo incident, and each day is becoming a bit easier.

I bring the tip of the brown bottle to my lips, and tilt my head back allowing the liquid to greet my tongue, the bitter taste is welcoming. The game is playing on the TV, just above the bar, drowning out my surroundings. This evening I find myself at my local bar, Slider's. It's my red zone, my safe area. It's the one bar I do not take a woman home from. I needed a place I can go to without running into a woman I fucked. When I need a woman companion, I go to another bar outside of town.

The bartender, Mike, and I have an unspoken routine. I like that. I take another sip of my beer, not paying attention to anything but the next guy up to bat. In my peripheral vision, I see movement, assuming that it's Mike bringing me another beer but a very sultry voice pulls my attention away from the screen above.

Her voice matches her sexy tough appearance. My gaze instantly scans down her form starting at the top of her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, I want to wrap my hand around it and tug. A few strands frame her heart shaped face, her large eyes are heavily lined with black makeup, a piercing just above her plump lips painted in red. Plump lips I can see wrapped around my dick. Her black tank shows off her tattooed arms that rest above the bar top, also squeezing together her tits. Man, they are some nice tits. My eyes linger a bit too long on them, because my mind is thinking about how good my dick would look between them. Speaking of, he's twitching to be free. Fuck, this girl is the hottest thing I've set my eyes on in a very long time, and I'm wondering how I haven't seen her here before.

"Well?" her husky voice interrupts my thoughts, her fuck me lips widen into a smile. If I didn't know better she liked me eye fucking her. What the fuck happened to Mike?

"Where's Mike?" I blurt, and thank my ass that out of all my thoughts, that's what comes out of my mouth.

Her smile falters and her eyes narrow slightly, "Mike had to leave. Do you want another beer?"

"I'm good." I tell her, then force my eyes away, back to the game. As soon as she moves away, and down the bar, my eyes land on her ass. I groan, man she has a fucking nice ass too. Fuck me. Slider's was my sanctuary. My no-fuck zone. This girl is going to make this so much harder, in more ways than one.