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Morning Glory (Waking Up Jayla)
The sexiest, most amazing dream faded away leaving a sensual impression on my body. The foggy memories of strong hands on my skin and soft velvety lips pressed to mine, moved out of reach.
“Mmm.” I rolled to my back and smiled with my eyes closed. I loved when I woke up horny. It has always been a solo thing. Morning sex would never happen with Paul and before him. I’d never lived with anyone or slept over. I played with my soft perky breasts enjoying the pleasure of arousal. I imagined strong male hands squeezing and rubbing my nipples the way I love it. Before long, I was wiggling my hips and reaching for the vibrator in my bedside table.
I always cleaned it and stored it in a clean hand towel. I applied a bit of lubricant and I ran the cool tip over my opening to push it in. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a man, maybe Bill and not cold silicone. I moved it around and started pumping until I felt the stirring of need. I envisioned erect penis’s and a replay of some porn I watched recently. I turned the toy on to the first setting. The arousal between my legs kicked up a notch.
“Oooh.” I spread wider seeing warm brown eyes in my mind, a sexy voice saying my name. The vibrations coursed through my sensitive flesh and catching my clit. I moved the toy faster as the pleasure built promising the sweet morning glory I yearned for.
Bang! Bang! Bang! I was shaken from my fantasy and pending bliss, by loud pounding on my front door.
“What the ffff….?” I sat up and turned off the vibrator. “Arrrg.”
The banging sounded again. I jumped from bed covering the toy with my sheets, slipped on short pajamas and grabbed my robe. I had it fastened as I got to the door. Another round of bangs this time accompanied by a loud voice.
“Come on Jayla open the damned door.”
“Paul.” I whispered.
What did he want? I wasn’t afraid of him. Violence wasn’t his thing. I opened the door and he pushed by me uninvited.
“Why in God’s name are you pounding on my door?”
He held out a sheet of paper that had been folded into thirds. I took it and read as I went to the kitchen. I forgot about this. My lawyer had possibly found a way to find out what Paul did with the money and found an agreeable judge.
“I’m being fucking investigated. You did this!”
“Well yeah.” I shoved the paper back at him. “Two million dollars doesn’t just disappear Paul.”
“The divorce court said otherwise.”
“No Paul, they said it wasn’t up to them to investigate and I had no proof you did anything suspicious. Therefore, I asked my lawyer what to do next. I had no problem splitting everything with you. You didn’t need to steal from me.”
He advanced on me so fast for a moment I thought he was going to hit me. “I stole nothing from you. I took what I deserved. You duped me into marrying you.”
“What! Go to hell. You begged me to marry you. Something about doing the right thing and being in love.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m trying not to hate you, but it’s hard not to.”
Paul scrunched his face in anger. “What have you been telling Theo?”
“Nothing.” I crossed my arms. “I never even told them what you did. Well I said you cheated, but not with whom or how much nor how often.”
“You’re different.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Mouthy.”
“No Paul I’m just not scurrying to keep you happy anymore. I’m not walking on eggshells and pretending that I’m happy with you. I am happy, but without you.”
He snorted and looked me over from head to toe and back up. He sneered and leaned closer to me. “Do you want to know why I really married you?”
I shook my head no. There was nothing good that would come from what he had to say. Hurtful words and a changing story were all he ever gave me.
“I’ll tell you anyway. Your sister told me how much inheritance she got and that you had the same. I traded five years for two mill and you’ll never find it or proof.”
I inherited three and a half but one was spent on our wedding, epic honeymoon, house, new cars, wardrobe, furniture and I supported Paul while he wrote his book that never saw the light of day, because it was awful. He took a job after we discovered the money was spent. On what I have no idea. Maybe he did spend it and I was just that oblivious? My sisters and anyone that knew, certainly thought I was just careless and wasted it all. Me, not Paul. It was humiliating to be the butt of jokes and pitied.
Paul laughed in my face. “Tell you what princess, you back off and I’ll back off.”
“What does that mean?”
“While you so cowardly shut your mouth, I planted the seeds. All it will take is a nudge or two and you’ll lose what you hold dearest.”
My sister Asha, her husband Theo and their son Henry and yes even Delilah, who is still on my shit list, are what I hold dearest. Them and my friends. Of the few, they are solid since they are not friends with Paul like Theo and Asha. He grabbed one of my freshly made Morning Glory breakfast bars from my counter. He took a bite and scowled at it. It was full of nuts, fruit and grains.
“You took my money and half of everything else. Isn’t that good enough? Why would you want to hurt me further?”
Paul smiled. “Because Jayla, I like things my way, you know that. Now that you’ve grown a pair I want you back in place.”
“Fuck you Paul. I thought I loved you and tried to make you happy. I did everything, literally everything around the house. I took your crap and I’m stronger for it. I was never beaten down just a fool for wanting a life together and putting up with it.”
“No one is ever going to want a shrew like you Jayla. Not for real. Without your money, you’re nothing. A laughingstock.”
I sneered. “Without me you’re just a tailcoat riding man-slut.”
Paul tossed the wasted breakfast square on the counter and backhanded me across the side of my chin. It hurt and I moved back. Only I’ve been busy since we broke up. I hauled my hand back and punched him square in the nose. He reeled back and put his hand to his face. The look on his face was priceless. I would have traded all the money to see it again.
“Get out of my house or I’m calling the police.” I raised my fists in my kickboxing pose. I will deal with my incredibly sore hand later.
“Really?” He looked at his hand.
No blood. Good I didn’t want him messing my floor.
He laughed. “That barely hurt you dumb bitch.”
When he advanced on me, I dodged and countered. Yay me! This time I clipped his cheek very hard and he fell back. Take that ass-wipe. Tell me it barely hurt, but I bet that one did. I was so proud of myself for not crying at my sore hand.
“What the hell Jayla!” Paul hoisted himself from the floor. It was a high to see fear and respect in his eyes. Surprise was just the bonus prize.
“Leave me alone and get out.” I nodded my head to the door, I never dropped my arms and I was serious. Sure, he could over power me and hurt me if he wanted to. However, Paul really has never been tough, not truly. He backed off and headed down the hall backwards.
“For that I’ll give you a taste of what I can do to you.”
I believed him. I survived a messy divorce; I will survive his games too. I pointed at the door and he left. I ran and locked it behind him then went to find some ice for my hand. It wasn’t too bad but it would hurt for a few days I’m sure. I’ve never actually sparred or hit another person before.
“God that felt good.”
I smiled and went to shower and get dressed. I don’t condone violence but I do condone defense. He hit me for the first time ever. I didn’t cower or cry I fought back.
“Who knew I had it in me?” I said to the mirror.
Maybe I’m crazy and maybe the adrenaline will wear off and I’ll be shaken badly, but for now, I’m bursting with energy and feeling amazing. I had plans with some good friends and couldn’t wait to tell them what I just did.
To be continued…
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