Porn. Girl on girl porn, to be precise.
Interesting use of a vibrator.
I walk by, shove his feet off the desk, and he jumps, nearly falling over. I laugh as he stands up and yanks his earbuds out.
“What the fuck?”
“What the fuck is right, Bones. It’s Friday and you get out early. Don’t you have anything better to do than hang out here and watch porn?”
“Free Wi-Fi, Links. My boss is a cheap bastard and hasn’t given out raises in about six months, so I’ll get it where I can.”
I laugh and sit down, pointing to his beer. “You have another one of those?”
“Oh, sure, take my beer, too.” He grabs a cold Sam Adams and tosses it to me.
“You have a company phone, truck, gas card, and make a shit ton of money, Bones. What more can I do besides tuck your ass in bed every night?”
He laughs and takes a swig of his beer. “I’m just busting your ass.”
“What have you been up to?”
“Running jobs and nosing around in state politics. Robert definitely has the backing for a run for US Senate. I bet he’s pissing himself waiting to see if you’ll make waves.”
“I don’t give a shit what he does.” I take another drink.
“How you gonna feel when he shows up at Logan’s games, Ava’s wedding, and—”
“He leaves the media circus at home, I’ll be fine. Besides that, I don’t give a shit.”
“Wow, what the hell happened to angry Links?”
I grab my phone and roll my eyes at him.
“Oh … someone’s been poking a new hole.”
“Bones,” I warn.
“Nice. Is she hot? Younger? Big tits? Come on; give me something.”
I pull a copy of my divorce papers out of my jacket pocket and throw them across his desk. “Check these out and do some digging?”
“Will do.”
“Good. I’m gonna crash here tonight.”
“Why not go to Landon’s?”
“Dad doesn’t need me there. I imagine he and Audri are having a harder time with this than I am.”
“Right ’cause your stepmom is also your sister-in-law.” He smirks.
“Right, Bones.” I stand, walk into the office, and shut the door.
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I got an email from my lawyer and am going over his notes. He’s suggesting that I take it to court. Sue for abandonment and adultery and not give her the Jersey house and half the assets. I just want it done. I don’t want her to have a reason to fight me. I want us both to move on. I do, however, have a problem with her asking for half of future profits of a business I built, on top of zero debt and alimony for the next fucking twenty years.
At least she wasn’t asking for half of the parent company. That would crush my father.