Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance

Jimmy might always be happy to see Mary Jo, but I sure wasn't. He had a little explaining to do.

"Hm. Maybe you should call before you come over in the future."

She looked as if I had slapped her. Served her right for insinuating that she and Jimmy had a close relationship. I had taken his virginity, and I wanted this chick off of my land. Funny how it was ‘my land’ when this morning it had been Jimmy’s.

"I'll call Jimmy," she threatened.

"Do it." My posture was relaxed. My hands were loose by my sides. My head was up, looking straight at her. In the battle between his wife and his childhood friend and neighbor, I was pretty sure that I could win. He was my husband, after all. I was having his child.

She took her cell out of her pocket, and I realized two things. One, I didn't have Jimmy's cell number. Two, there was no reception out here.

She stared at her phone. "It's searching for signal."

I smirked. "Looks like you'll have to go home and call his landline, then. Oh wait. Jimmy's car is gone. I don't know when he'll be back."

If she could kill me with a glare, she would have done so at that moment. "I'll be back." She walked away with long strides. Her hair swished quickly behind her, lashing around like a very angry golden kitten's tail.

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Amelia

I had everything that I needed from the outside, and a little more than that, besides. I went inside, and I uploaded the pictures from my phone to my computer. I uploaded them in an album called Wisconsin on my Facebook. Immediately, a bunch of likes and comments came flooding in.

"Wow, that looks beautiful."

"I'm so jealous! When can I come visit?"

"You moved?"

I smiled. It was funny how the reality of my life contrasted with the pictures that everyone else was able to see. In reality, I was someone who had gotten pregnant and stolen away to America's Dairyland. In their heads, I had walked into a fairytale. Only the richest people could afford to have this much space in DC, and they paid millions for the privilege. My house in DC would have cost $3 million at least, and I knew that it could be higher, given the housing market.

I closed my laptop when I got tired of talking to my old friends with their old perspective. Yeah, I guessed that it was interesting that I had moved so far away, but it was not like I had really had a great choice. I had no idea what the schooling options were like out here, but at least for the first few years of life, my baby was going to have the freshest air and lots of room to run around.

I opened up my laptop again. I poked around to look at Wisconsin's public school ratings. I wrinkled my nose at what I could find about Verona's public school system. I looked up homeschooling. They just had to have 850 hours of instruction per year. That sounded good to me. I was pretty sure I could swing it. You could buy lots of homeschooling materials from online, and we would be able to snuggle at home.

Homeschooling, I read, was becoming rapidly adopted by the middle class. The upper class could easily afford private school. I had gone to private school my entire life. There had to be some in Madison.

But it would be such a hassle to drive my kid in and out of the city that often. It took us a little while to get into Verona, and driving all the way to downtown or the East Side made me wince. I didn't even have a baby yet. She would get the best. He would get the best that I could give my baby. I touched my stomach again. I would do anything for this little collection of cells inside of my body, even if it meant giving up some of my own free time.

I went to take a shower. I didn't know where my steamer was, but there was an easy trick to steam your clothes. I took off my dress and a bunch of my clothes and brought them into my bathroom. They would be straight, just like they were steamed, after I took a shower.

I cleaned up, and I let the warm embrace of the water wash away the tension of trying to sleep away from my husband on our wedding night and meeting his mean neighbor outside of our home.

When I got out of the shower, I carefully blew out my hair. I put on makeup. Just meeting that girl outside of my house made my self-esteem take a hit. I wanted to be the prettiest version of myself, especially if girls like her were my competition.

When I looked in

the mirror, I saw my kohl-lined eyes and smiled. I was ready for battling anybody, even Valkyries.

I heard the door downstairs close. I went down. It took more time to get around the house when it was this much larger than the little house we had been in on my first visit. I guess those were the downsides of living in a mansion. It was the very definition of a first-world problem.

"Hey."

I went and hugged Jimmy. His body was stiff for a moment, then he hugged me back.

"What? Are you not mad at me anymore?"

"I woke up alone in your bed. I guess that meant something."