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I've always hated shopping, and expected today to be more of the same. I was pleasantly surprised though because shopping with Layla was a different experience. She was frugal, she insisted on trying on every single piece of clothing and modeling it for me. Before we'd found the first outfit, getting her a couple of good bras to hold those breasts in was a priority. We bought her skirts, dresses, pants jeans, blouses, sweaters, shoes, boots and of course under wear. She was too embarrassed to go into a lingerie store, so we bought her panties and bras from the regular clothing store. I kept all of the receipts and presented them to her when we were done. The total was just slightly north of 5 thousand dollars. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the bill.
"This one is on me," I told her. "But the rest of your clothes, except for the ones bought specifically for company functions, are on you."
"I was going to give it back to over the next week," she said.
"How?" I asked her, looking at her suspiciously.
"Well those morning kisses of yours are five hundred dollars each," she laughed. "I figured that by the end of the week, we'd be even."
That left us with 2 problems, the first being that we had to arrange to have all of her clothing except for the most essential items delivered because there was no way to fit most of the stuff in my car. We'd left most of the items in the stores and made a list of which stores we had to go back to. Most of the stores also didn't deliver. So I called Kaitlyn explained the situation and told her to handle it.
Armed with the few packages that we could fit into the Mustang's tiny backseat and tinier trunk, we headed for home. Our second problem was that we didn't have time to food shop, because we had to be home by six. We decided to go to a restaurant for dinner, which made Layla smile.
"Do you always drive this fast," she asked me as we flew down the freeway.
"Pretty much," I nodded.
We got to the loft only a few minutes before the phone rang. Layla answered it and explained to Show who she was.
"Hello," I heard her say into the phone. "Hi, I'm Layla, his new pros... I mean his new girlfriend. Yep he's here. We just got back." She looked at me and I nodded.
"Yes, he's expecting them send them back." She put the phone down and smiled at me. "I charge extra for answering the phone too." Then she ran upstairs.
There was a brief knock on the interior door a few minutes later. I opened it and ushered in two men and a small brunette in a pant suit.
The men were not what I expected. When you think of Private investigators you think of some wrinkled old gumshoe. Maybe you see a Humphrey Bogart type who's lived too much of life, and seen it from all sides. These people were not like that.
One of the men looked as if he was a recovering drug addict with huge eye bags, dark slicked back hair and both of his arms were decorated in colorful tattoos. The other looked like a homeless caveman, the brunette; she was too innocent looking to just sit in an office listening to tapes of people cheating on their wives.
When she smiled at me, I smiled back at her. The way she tilted her head was sort of creepy but I trusted Kaitlyn's decision making.
"Okay Mr. Cena we have some preliminary information from your assistant Kaitlyn, but we'd like to start out if you don't mind by hearing more of the specifics from you."
"Well," I began. "This morning I had a visit from my ex wife, Eve. She seems to know more about me and my personal business than I'm comfortable with and I'd like to find out how she knows." They looked at each other, in that manner that people who have worked together for a long time have. The druggie looking guy looked at the brunette and she nodded. He excused himself and left the loft.
A few minutes later he came back carrying several cases. He opened them and took out various pieces of equipment and he and the homeless caveman started walking slowly around the loft.
"Oh," the brunette smacked her forehead, "how rude of me. My name is AJ Lee and those are my partners Punk and Daniel."
She didn't point out which was which but I had a strong feeling Punk was the druggie looking one and by default Daniel was the homeless caveman.
Punk began in the garage area and checked inside and under all of my cars. Daniel started in the kitchen area and worked his way around. AJ seemed happy to just sit there on my sofa and explain to me what they were doing. When the men were done with their sweeps, they came back and announced that my loft and cars were clean.
"That presents another possible scenario," explained AJ. "You seem certain that Eve doesn't have a person in the building watching you and reporting on you, which since as you claimed, you came in through your private entrance, seems true. That means that there is the possibility that Eve has a PI firm watching you. That way she'd get reports on where you go, whom you go there with, and when."
"What can you do about that?" I asked.
"Well we could also follow you around and try to spot the people she's hired. On the other hand we could also try to follow the money trail by uhm... investigating her finances and trying to find out who she's paying to follow you around."
"Do both," I said. "I'll also have something else going on and I'll coordinate that with you."
I think AJ was about to say something, but stopped suddenly. Daniel dropped the device he was holding and it clattered loudly on the floor.
"Holy shit," Punk said.
It was like all of the air went out of the room. Layla was slowly coming down the stairs, in a dress that I must have missed when she tried it on. It was a deep brown color, and though they couldn't see them, I knew it would match the color of her eyes perfectly. The dress was cut very well below the knee which was why she was walking so slowly, but the taper of the dress molded itself to Layla's nearly obscene curves. The dress was cut low enough in the front to show off her deep inviting cleavage. The shoulders were held by 2 tiny straps which were the only things distracting the eye from all of her tan skin. As I looked around the room, I'd expected to see Daniel and Punk staring at her, and they were. What I hadn't expected was to see AJ staring at her as well.
Layla came into the room and demurely crossed behind the couch I was sitting on. She came around and sat down beside me. She took my hand and looked at our visitors. I don't think any of them were capable or speaking yet.
As I introduced them to her she stood and shook AJ's hand and simply waved at the guys politely. The most interesting thing to me was the comparison between Layla and AJ. They both were around 5'2, if Layla were barefoot of course, but AJ came off much smaller. This was due to the fact that next to Layla it was as if AJ had no butt and no chest.
"We'll be in touch, and we'll start our surveillance tomorrow," AJ said as they got up to leave.
After the door shut, Layla turned and looked at me. "How did I do?" she asked. "Was it okay for my first performance as your fake girlfriend?"
"Where did you get that dress?"
"You bought it for me today silly. I didn't try it on because I wanted to surprise you with it. I figured that since we bought pants and a skirt from the same designer that it would probably fit me, but it doesn't fit quite right. Do you think we should take it back?" she asked turning around giving me a great view of her scrumptious ass. I looked at her ass–the perfect ass. For some reason the dress was sucked between her ass cheeks like a wedgie making an outline of her crack. I wanted to run my hand through her ass crack parting her ass cheeks. My um "nature" rose high up and I found myself putting one of my...well our sofa pillows in my lap to conceal.
"Nope, never even think about taking that dress back," I said.
She looked at me as if I was a village idiot. "It fits okay in the front but it's a little tight across my ass. I was looking at in the full length mirror in the bathroom and since I only bought regular underwear they kept showing, so I had to take my panties off, it's too tight."
She kept standing there in front of me as if I could make the dress larger or her ass smaller by staring at it. Neither of which I'd ever do. The tent in front of my pants was testament to the effectiveness of the dress and it's fit. But then she made it worse, while I was still staring at her ass, she looked over her shoulder and flashed those huge brown eyes, and I realized that there was a problem here. I'd been attracted to her from the moment I picked her up off the street but this could easily get out of hand.
Flashback: The Saga of John and Eve Pt 1:
Eve's lawyer was pulling every dirty trick in the book to delay, and postpone the divorce proceedings. At every turn he missed meetings and rescheduled them. At the same time he was filing all kinds of paperwork with the courts, including one move that astounded me. He claimed that Eve, who had more money than I did if you count her trust fund was homeless, HOMELESS and should be allowed to remain in the residence until the courts came to a decision. At the same time he notified me that I couldn't move out, because then I'd be guilty of abandonment, and probably lose my house.
Then the court ordered counseling, a long period of individual counseling for both Eve and me; then couples counseling. I was found to be fine. Eve had enough issues to fill a magazine stand. Not the smallest of which were alcoholism, and several self esteem issues revolving around a constant need for attention.
The day that Eve moved back in, our 5 bedroom house got considerably smaller. Wherever I was, she turned up. So I spent a lot of time at work that week. The first night, I had just gotten into bed, when Eve walked into the bedroom, wearing only the tiniest pair of panties, I've ever seen and got into bed next to me.
As much as I hated her, I couldn't deny that her body was getting a reaction from mine. I threw the covers off, and went to a different room in sheer frustration. The next night, I started out alone and after I fell asleep she got into bed with me and wrapped those long legs of hers around mine. I was dreaming about fucking her, and the dream was so real I could actually feel her hands on my dick. Then I woke up, and noticed that she was, in bed with me and her hands were...what do you know? Actually on my dick.
She just smiled at me, and didn't bother moving. I got up and went back to another bedroom and locked the door.
Every Morning, I went to work and Eve went to her schedule of shrinks and Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. Every morning she also gave me the speech.
It went: "Good morning John, I love you, I always have, I'm so sorry for what I did, I wasn't myself, please forgive me, I'll do anything to make it up to you."
"Do you really mean that," I asked in frustration one morning.
"Yes," she said quickly.
"Then Eve," I said earnestly, "Let me go, let the divorce go through. You can win. You can have everything, I'll just walk away. I'll do better than that. I'll sign a paper saying that it was my fault, or I cheated on you. Just please, let me go."
"Two words, my husband," she said. "Neh, and ver. "Never! You'll never get away from me!" I was shocked at the vehemence in her tone. All kinds of nightmare scenarios went through my mind. Most involved me being trapped in hell for some nameless sin I had committed, and Eve being a sexier, though crazed version of the Devil.
"And if I can have everything, why can't I just have you?" she asked, her lips pouting like a little girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, who still wanted to keep her cookie.
"I meant all of our stuff," I said.
"I don't want any of this shit," she said, "I just want you back."
That night it was the full court press. I was watching TV, when Eve came into the den. She had on only, a pair of those tiny thong panties that she wore to torment me.
"Do you mind if I watch with you?" she asked.
"Eve, there are at least 6 televisions in this damn house."
"John, I won't touch you, and I'm not going anywhere, so we may as well try to get along."
"Whatever," I replied. For the next 10 minutes Eve constantly got up and bent over, in front of me. She wiggled her ass, and did things that would make a stripper blush. I got up and left.
When I got into bed she was already there. She moved over to give me room and we settled in for the night. At around midnight I woke because I thought I'd heard my name. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Eve. She had her legs spread and her eyes closed and she was furiously masturbating, as if I weren't even there.
"Oh, John," she said through clenched teeth."Stick it in me, oh, oh," she continued. "Ooh, just fuck me hard." She said this as she was lifting her hips off the bed and fingering her clit. Her face was flushed and her eyes were barely slits. She was so into what she was doing that she either hadn't realized that I was awake, and watching her, or she was pretending not to notice so she could continue her performance.
"I want you so bad," she said.
"Don't you mean, Randy?" I asked breaking her spell. She slumped down in the bed, embarrassed and didn't say anything.
"Don't let me stop you," I said, as I got up and started for the door," I'll give you some privacy."
Eve jumped up and followed me."I'm sorry," she said. "You don't know how hard it is, lying here next to you. I haven't had sex since you...,"
"Well it's been even longer for me," I snapped. " I'm not the one who was fucking someone else while my spouse was gone." she frowned a little as I said that. "I wish that I had," I added, "Because maybe then, there'd be a reason for me to have to suffer through this. I just don't fucking understand this," I continued. "I've always treated you as well as I could." I looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction. Maybe by watching her I could get a clue to her motivation.
"I've never lied to you, or hit you, shit I don't even yell at you," I said...yelling at her. "I loved you so much, that I never even looked at another woman, and believe me there have been opportunities because I am desirable. I was so fucking stupid," I continued. "Any time some woman, no matter how hot, even looked at me with anything other than a professional demeanor, I immediately had them assigned to someone else, and for what," I snapped. "So the woman I loved more than anything could stab me in the back, by fucking my ex bestfriend in my own fucking house."
"And you don't even have the decency to just let it go," I said in a quieter voice. "You make me stay here, trying to tempt me night after night. When all I want is to be free. I don't want to talk about it, I don't want revenge, I don't want to see you hurt, shit I don't even want to see Randy hurt. I just want to move on with my life."
"It'll be better for you too," I said as I noticed the tears forming in her eyes. "Really, it would be, you could fuck Randy, and anybody else you want, whenever you want. All day, all night, nothing to hide, nothing to explain."
"Please, just let me go, it's over," I said. "Eve, if you wanted for some reason to hurt me, you've already accomplished the mission. You did that already Eve, you hurt me bad. Walking into this house, that is way too big for the 2 of us, and seeing you bent over for Randy, tore my heart out. So you've already won, just let me go, before one of us does something awful."
For a long time it was so quiet you could hear crickets chirping in the yard.
"John, I'm really sorry," she said, "You never did a thing wrong, this is all me. My therapist has made me see that for a long time there's been a hole in my life. I need to have a lot of attention," she continued. "When I was growing up, my parents doted on me. When I got to school, there were always boys who wanted me, and girls who wanted to be like me."
"But now, everyone has a career, or a job, and I'm just the Princess sitting here in her tower alone," she said. "I have the sweetest, most noble Prince..."
"HAD!" I said correcting her.
"Whatever," she scoffed,"in the world, and he loves me so much, that I live for him. And we have the most wonderful, intense, passionate sex, in the world," she continued. "But just like in all of those Fairy Princess stories, the Prince has to go, off to fight a fucking dragon or something, and he's gone, all of the fucking time," she said with her voice getting louder with each word.
"And the Princess just feels useless, like less of a person, after all what good is it to be a beautiful princess, if you're always A – fucking- Lone, all of the time. And you know that I love you, that no one could ever take your place, so I didn't try and pick anyone, that there was even a chance of me falling in love with. Randy Orton..." she rolled her eyes, "pu-lease."
"Randy was just someone, to play with when I got bored. He was no better than a living vibrator," she said. "So if I got horny, and I couldn't have you, I'd just call him, instead of sticking some plastic or rubber thingy in my pussy. It was really funny too, he'd get out of bed with his little wife and rush over here, and most of the time, I wouldn't give him any," she laughed.
"He'd turn down definite sure pussy, from Sam, just to have me rev his motor up and send him home wet." she laughed again. "But no matter what it takes, if I have to give the lawyers every fucking cent that you have, that my father has, that the company has," she continued.
"I won't ever let you go," she smiled. "And you might as well, stop beating yourself up, because you can't win. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you. If you don't like me walking around here naked, put a stop to it. You could ease both of our torment, just like that," she said snapping her fingers. "Just come on over here and do what you want to do the most," she smiled. Eve leaned back against the wall and spread her long legs and ran her fingers up from her knees to her upper thighs. Then as the fingers started to turn inwards towards her crotch, she looked up at me.
"Just come and get it, cowboy" she said. "There's no law against fucking your own wife. Just take me, right now, hard and fast, work that anger out of your system," she said fingering her own vagina. "Teach this little slut, a lesson about giving your pussy, to someone else," she said, getting louder again. "You need to reclaim what's yours." she winked at me and I could see the horns on her head and the tail.
Do any of my fellow FF authors write with music? I wrote this entire chapter with AJ's annoying ass theme playing on repeat...weird.