“That’s not true. I miss you and the life we had. Things were…easy with you. We knew each other inside and out.”
“Speak for yourself.”
With a sigh, he sat on the sofa. “Waylynn, I’ll get down on my hands and knees and beg, if that’s what it will take. You want a baby? We’ll have as many as you want. Hell, I’ll fuck you right now without a condom and get you pregnant, if that’s what you want!”
Tears threatened to spill over my anger. “How dare you think you can come in here and say these things to me! In my parents’ house! You think I’ll jump back into your arms and fly off back to New York? Why couldn’t you give me a child when I asked for one, Jack? When I begged you for one? You got your whore pregnant. Why her and not me?”
“It was a mistake. I got drunk one night and apparently we fucked without protection. I mean, I remember it…I just lost control.”
“Nice. Way to sit there and explain how you got your lover pregnant while at the same time trying to win me back. You are such an asshole. I don’t know what I ever saw in you. Jonathon is ten times the man you ever were.”
Jack stood. “Who the fuck is Jonathon?”
My chin lifted as I crossed my arms over my chest. “My boyfriend.”
He laughed. “Boyfriend? You’re dating someone?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Wait, you mean the construction guy who’s working on your studio.”
My hands dropped to my sides. “How did you know that?”
He gave me an evil grin. “I hired a P.I. to do a little bit of digging around since our divorce. He’s been keeping tabs for me.”
I covered my mouth. It felt like my dinner was about to come back up.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Waylynn. It was harmless.”
“Harmless? You’re spying on me, you sonofabitch!”
“If my memory is right, isn’t that boy younger than you?”
I didn’t answer, and he started to laugh again. “What, did you seduce the poor boy and get him to fuck you so you could get pregnant?”
Anger raced through me as I slapped Jack as hard as I could. “Get out of my house. Now.”
Jack rubbed his face as he glared at me. He crossed the room and sat back down, crossing his leg over his knee.
“Last I checked, this was Mom and Pop’s house.” He looked around then back to me. “You never were good enough, Waylynn.”
I sucked in a breath of air. “W-what?”
“At dancing. I saved you the embarrassment of making a fool out of yourself. The only reason you danced at the Radio City Music Hall was because of how beautiful you are. Rumor has it, though, you and the director had a thing. Maybe that’s how you got up on that stage.”
“Shut up, you asshole.”
Jack chuckled. “He was older than me, wasn’t he? You went from older guys to younger, huh? All in the hopes of getting knocked up.”
Walking over to him, I kicked his leg, causing the other to fall to the floor.
“I have never hated you more than I hate you right now. I would rather die than be back in your bed or carry your last name. And as far as your little private investigator goes, when I find out who he is, I’ll have him arrested for harassment. I’ll slap a restraining order on you that I guarantee will be plastered all over the New York Times, The Post, The Journal. You name it, Jacky boy, and it will be there. I’ll spend the rest of my life being the thorn in your side that you can’t pay off with money or sex. I left quietly once. Don’t test me a second time.”
“You always did like to play hardball.”
“I’ve grown up a lot, Jack. I don’t play games anymore. Now get the fuck out of this house and off this property. I swear to God if you ever reach out to me again you will be sorry.”
He stood, straightened his tie and looked me up and down.
“You look like a goddamn hillbilly. Let the little peckerhead have you. You sucked in bed anyway.”
Before I knew what was happening, I saw Jack spin around and Trevor was throwing punches.
“Trevor!” I screamed out.
Jack stumbled back, gripping his jaw and groaning.
“He can’t talk to you that way and get away with it, Waylynn.”
Steed grabbed Jack by the back of the shirt and pushed him toward the door. “Time to go, asshole.”
“I’ll sue your ass for this, Trevor Parker.”
Steed gave Jack a good push. “I don’t think so. If you don’t want to be looking around every dark corner for the rest of your life, I suggest you leave our property and never fucking look back.”
Jack glared at Steed and then shot me a dirty look. “You’re not fucking worth it, and one of these days you’ll realize the mistake you made by turning me away.”