"Holy fuck, that was amazing."
"Too bad Vanessa doesn't appreciate your dick."
Rolling off of Mellie, Jake looked over at her on sighed. The two had been together since he told Mellie about Fitz and Olivia's sudden 'involvement' almost a year ago. Starting off as nothing more than sex, Jake wasn't planning on letting leaving Vanessa for Mellie. But lately that was beginning to cross his mind. What better way to get back at Fitz than fucking his wife? Fitz had him fired the same day he went into the courtroom in front of Judge Richards.
"Vanessa doesn't know what to do with a dick," he laughed and laid on his side facing her.
"Her loss is my gain," Mellie smirked and reached for the glass of hooch on the nightstand.
"You really need to cut back on that. It's the fourth glass today and it's early afternoon."
"Ok, thanks FITZ," she snarked and rolled her eyes.
Knocking the glass out of her hand, spilling it across the floor, Jake grabbed tight hold of her wrist. "No not ever joke his name with me."
"Fine!" she yelled, pulling her hand away.
"How's that divorce going anyway?"
"Richards is still waiting for the slut to show up from the last I heard. He gave her a week and I'm guessing she never showed up. And that was almost two weeks ago. Maybe he's smart and told Fitz to fuck off and forget about it and will award me everything."
Getting up from the bed, Jake nodded while putting his boxers and dress pants back on. "That'd be lucky for you. But Richards likes him, so I wouldn't count on it. Especially when he has a soft spot for Olivia."
"Don't say her damn name in my house."
"I'm just saying, Richards prefers her over you. So, don't go putting all your eggs in one basket. You need to have a back up plan," he leaned over and kissed her lips quick and smacked her ass. "Come on, I'll make you something to eat before I leave."
Going down to the kitchen, he left Mellie to get clothes on while he searched the fridge. After several minutes of searching, the doorbell rang, and he went to answer it.
"I'll get it," Jake yelled up the stairs to her. Opening the door to a uniformed police officer, "oh shit. Officer, how can I help you?"
"Is Mrs. Grant here?"
"Yes, she's here. Who died?" Please say Fitz.
"I'll need to speak to Mrs. Grant, sir."
"Sure thing. Um… come on in, I'll go get her." Letting the officer step inside and close the door, Jake took the stairs up to the bedroom. "There's a cop here for you."
Confused, Mellie threw off her bathrobe and replaced it with jeans and a T-shirt before going downstairs. "Officer, is everything alright?"
"Mrs. Grant?" Nodding her head, she watched him take out his phone and an envelope from his jacket pocket. "Please sign here." Without thinking what she was doing, Mellie took the phone and signed it and handed it back. Replacing the phone with the envelope, he gave her a quick nod. "You've been served. Have a good day, ma'am."
Standing a few steps behind her, Jake watched him leave while Mellie looked at the large orange envelope in her hands. "Mellie? You okay there?"
"Yeah, of course. This is normal. Every time we need to go to court, he sends an officer instead of mail. But this one is bigger than the others."
"Maybe it's just more documents. You know he's always trying to send more paperwork to Richards. Do you want me to open it for you?"
Shaking her head, she went off to the living room and sat down to open it. No sense in waiting. Probably a damn court date for tomorrow.
Opening the envelope, she read the top document and was instantly furious.
Final Divorce Decree.
"What is it?"
Looking up at Jake, her eyes widened and went dark. "It's the final divorce decree. We're not going back to court. It's fucking final!"
"Well, maybe it's a good thing. Read through it. I'll be in the kitchen."
Final Divorce Decree.
It the matter of Plaintiff Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III vs. Defendant Melody Margaret Grant, it is hereby granted the two parties are hereby divorced effective June 9th, 2022. The following stipulations are ordered by the Honorable James Richards and shall take effect on or before June 30th, 2022:
Defendant will legally return to her maiden name: Melody Margaret Mason.
Plaintiff will forfeit all legal standing regarding property of 479 West Street, Washington D.C. 20001
Defendant is not entitled to alimony payments.
Defendant is not entitled to Plaintiff's retirement account, life insurance, health insurance, nor bank accounts.
Plaintiff shall have all personal belongings removed from 479 West Street, Washington D.C. 20001 no later than June 30th, 2022.
The property of vacation home located at 2929 Hawthorn Lane in Santa Barbra, California shall be awarded to Plaintiff.
Defendant will take legal property of the 2019 Bently.
Defendant will not receive additional financial funding from Plaintiff after June 9th, 2022.
Plaintiff shall remove Defendant from all financial policies regarding checking accounts, savings accounts, loans, vehicles, properties, life insurance, health insurance, retirement plans.
These stipulations are hereby ordered and final.
Reviewing the paper in front of her three times before tossing it on the table. Mellie screamed at the top of her lungs in frustrated anger. Flipping over the glass coffee table, throwing the side table lamp across the room, throwing the remote and the television. Mellie had gone full on rampage.
Hearing her start to have a fit, Jake stayed away until all the glass was shattered. Not wanting to get hit with something himself.
After an hour of her throwing and breaking the living room, he went out in search for her. Finding her in the dining room with a full gallon of hooch, he took a seat across from her and tried pulling the liquor away. "I'm going to say you didn't get your way."
"What would give you that impression?"
"Lucky guess. How bad is it?"
"I got the house and the Bently."
"And?"
"And nothing."
"Seriously? Nothing else? What the hell? You should at least get some alimony."
Shaking her head, "he found the off shore accounts. All of them. And the bank statements to show the amounts."
"You mean she did. She's a dog with a bone when it comes to him. Must be a lot in those accounts for him to justify not giving you alimony."
"Half of what his worth is."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Grant is at least worth 20 million. You've been hiding 10 from him? How?"
"Smart girls don't reveal their sources. I'm very good at financing. Anything that Big Jerry gave was dispersed between my accounts."
"Nice job. Smart moves. And Fitz didn't have a clue?"
Mellie laughed at the idea. "He barely noticed I was here for ten years. You think he really gives a damn where I put money he doesn't know I'm getting at?"
"So, what now?"
"That's it. Game over."
