ELAINE
The sound of the gavel hitting the block echoed through the courtroom, and I felt like I could finally breathe again. The judge’s words—“The divorce is hereby finalized”—rang in my ears like a sweet melody. I glanced over at Devin, sitting a few feet away from me, looking like someone had just sucker-punched him. His mouth hung open slightly, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. If I didn’t despise him so much, I might’ve laughed. But instead, I just smiled—a real, genuine, ear-to-ear smile. This was it. I was free. As soon as the judge stepped out, I practically skipped out of the courtroom. My heels clicked against the marble floor, my steps light for the first time in years. I felt weightless, like I’d just shed a hundred pounds of dead weight. “Elaine!” Gigi’s voice rang out from the hall. She stood there, leaning against the wall in a bright red jumpsuit, her curls bouncing as she waved at me. She was impossible to miss, radiating confidence like she owned the whole damn building. I rushed over to her, throwing my arms around her. “It’s done,” I said, my voice filled with relief. “It’s finally over.” “I knew you’d do it!” Gigi squealed, hugging me back tightly. She pulled away, her brown eyes sparkling. “How does it feel to be officially Devin-free?” “Like I just got out of prison,” I admitted, laughing. “As you should,” she said with a grin. “This calls for a celebration. Something big. Something—” Before she could finish, I heard his voice behind me, sharp and bitter. “Elaine!” I turned to see Devin storming out of the courtroom, his face flushed with anger. “You’re making a huge mistake,” he spat, his voice loud enough to draw a few curious stares. “You think you’re better off without me? You think you’re gonna do better than me?” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. For someone who couldn’t bother to fight for our marriage when it actually mattered, he suddenly had a lot to say now. “Devin,” I said calmly, crossing my arms. “This conversation is over. Just like our marriage.” “You’re such a slut,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “I bet you’re pimping yourself out to rich men, just like your little friend here.” He jerked his chin toward Gigi, who raised an eyebrow, looking completely unbothered. “Oh, hell no,” Gigi said, stepping forward. “Say one more word, and I swear I’ll—” “It’s not worth it, G,” I interrupted, holding up a hand. I turned my full attention to Devin, my voice steady and cold. “You can call me whatever you want, but at least I’m not the one who sat on my ass for years, leeching off someone else. You were a loser when I met you, and you’re an even bigger loser now. So do me a favor—go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and stay there.” I dismissed him with a wave of my hand like a pesky fly he was. Devin opened his mouth to argue, but Gigi cut him off by flipping him the bird. “Bye, Devin,” she said with a sweet, sarcastic smile. I grabbed Gigi’s arm, pulling her toward the exit. “Let’s go,” I said, my voice light. We stepped out into the bright afternoon sun, and Gigi led me to her convertible parked at the curb. It was bright yellow and obnoxiously flashy—just like her. She slid into the driver’s seat while I climbed into the passenger side, tossing my bag at my feet. As soon as the engine roared to life, she glanced over at me, her grin widening. “So,” she said, putting on her oversized sunglasses. “Where to? Spa? Shopping spree? Fancy dinner?” I shook my head, laughing. “Honestly, I just want to let loose. Go somewhere loud, somewhere fun.” I said. Her grin turned devilish. “Oh, honey, say no more. We’re going clubbing.” She announced. “Clubbing?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Absolutely,” she said, pulling out into the street. “We’re gonna dance, we’re gonna drink, and we’re gonna celebrate your freedom in the best way possible.” I felt a bubble of excitement rise in my chest. It had been so long since I’d done anything just for me—anything fun. “Okay,” I said, nodding. “Let’s do it.” “That’s my girl!” Gigi cheered, speeding up as we zipped through the city streets. The wind whipped through my platinum blonde hair, and for the first time in years, I felt alive. No more Devin. No more misery. Just me, my best friend, and the start of a brand-new chapter. **** The bass from the club’s speakers pulsed through the walls, vibrating in my chest as Gigi and I strode through the entrance.The place was packed, the air thick with energy, laughter, and the faint scent of expensive cologne. Heads turned the moment we walked in, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t shy away from the attention. I felt beautiful. My platinum blonde hair cascaded in soft waves down my back, catching the neon lights and giving it an ethereal glow. The fitted black dress Gigi had practically forced me into hugged every curve, the plunging neckline and high slit leaving little to the imagination. My silver heels clicked against the floor with every step, and with each click, I felt more like the woman I wanted to be—the one who wasn’t weighed down by bills, a deadbeat ex-husband, and work. Gigi walked beside me, equally stunning in her red bodycon dress that matched her bold lipstick. “Girl, you’re turning heads left and right,” She leaned in, her voice loud enough to be heard over the music. “If you don’t snag a rich man tonight, I swear I’m disowning you.” She playfully threatened. I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re insane.” “Insanely right,” she shot back, winking. “Look at you. You’re a goddess, Elaine. Own it.” Her words made my cheeks flush, but deep down, they filled me with confidence. She was right—tonight wasn’t about Devin or the past. Tonight was about me. We made our way to the bar, slipping onto two stools. Gigi flagged down the bartender with the wave of her perfectly manicured hand. “Two martinis, extra dirty,” she ordered before turning back to me. “So, let’s scout.” she said, smirking as the bartender prepared our drinks. “Scout?” I raised an eyebrow, amused. “For men, obviously.” She tilted her head toward the crowd. “It’s a target-rich environment, babe. We’ve got options.” I couldn’t help but laugh, taking a sip of the martini the bartender slid in front of me. “Fine. Let’s do it.” I agreed. Together, we started scanning the room, pointing out potential suitors and assessing them with ridiculous scrutiny. “Too short,” Gigi said, dismissing one guy. “Too cocky,” I added, watching another who seemed way too into himself. “God forbid I snag another Devin.” We went through at least four before Gigi suddenly gasped, grabbing my arm. “Oh. My. God. Look at the VIP section. Eleven o’clock.” I turned, following her line of sight, and that’s when I saw him. My breath caught in my throat. Fuck! He sat casually in one of the VIP booths, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. The low lighting highlighted his olive skin and the sharp cut of his jawline. His dark hair, slightly curly, framed his face perfectly. But it was his eyes—harsh, dark green, and piercing—that completely disarmed me. They were intimidating, almost predatory, yet so effortlessly breathtaking that it was impossible to look away. He was tall—very tall—broad-shouldered and muscular, his black dress shirt stretched across his chest like it was barely holding him in. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a hint of tanned skin and the strong column of his throat. He exuded power and control, the kind of man who commanded a room without even trying. And when he lifted his gaze and locked eyes with mine, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. The corner of his mouth twitched, almost like he was amused. “Holy shit,” Gigi whispered, fanning herself dramatically. “He’s a walking orgasm. Tell me you see that.” “Oh, I see it,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “He looks like the kind of guy who could fuck Devin out of your system and then some.” Gigi grinned, nudging me. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh, though the heat rising in my cheeks gave me away. “He’s… something,” I admitted. “Something? Babe, that man is everything,” Gigi said with an exaggerated eye roll. “And he’s looking at you like he’s already undressing you with his eyes.” I swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of his gaze still on me. But I wasn’t about to make the first move. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “If he wants me, he can come to me.” “Ooh, I like this new you,” Gigi’s grin widened. “Alright, then. Let’s make him work for it.” I downed the rest of my martini and slid off the stool. “I’ll be on the dance floor.” As I walked toward the thrumming crowd, I felt his eyes follow me, the weight of his stare sending a shiver down my spine. I stepped onto the dance floor, letting the music take over, my hips swaying to the rhythm. I danced like I hadn’t in years—slow, seductive, every movement deliberate. I could still feel his gaze, hot and unwavering, and it sent a rush of exhilaration through me. Occasionally, I glanced back at him, locking eyes just long enough to draw him in before looking away again. Then I turned my back to him, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders as I moved. I knew he was watching. I wanted him to watch. It didn’t take long. I felt him before I saw him—his presence, his heat. Then his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.ELAINE I turned to face him, and there he was, towering over me, his dark green eyes even more intense up close.Fuck! He is so much hotter up close.“Hi,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.I didn’t respond right away. I couldn’t. I was too busy losing myself in those eyes, in the sheer magnetism of him.But then I smiled, tilting my head slightly. “Hi.”The music thumped around us, a heavy bass that matched the erratic beat of my heart. His arm was still firmly around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other.“You were dancing for me,” he said, his voice deep and low, like a rough caress against my skin.“And what makes you think that?” I smirked.“Because I couldn’t take my eyes off you—and you knew it,” His eyes glinted, and his hand slid to the small of my back, pressing me even closer. “Every look, every sway of those hips… you wanted my attention.”I let out a soft laugh, leaning in just enough so my lips brushed against
ELAINE The elevator ride to his penthouse had been a blur of heated kisses, roaming hands, and shallow breaths. By the time the door to his penthouse clicked shut behind us, I was already all over him.Damn it, he was such a phenomenal kisser!His lips crashed into mine, rough and hungry, stealing what little breath I had left. He pressed me back against the door, pinning me there as his large hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make my body buzz.“Eager, aren’t you?” I teased between kisses, my voice breathy but still laced with sass.He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark green eyes burning with desire. “You have no idea.”Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips again, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my knees weak. His dominance was intoxicating, his sheer presence overwhelming, and I loved every second of it.I managed to break the kiss, gasping for air, and smirked up at him. “Is this your best move? Bec
ELAINE I yelped, barely having time to react before he gripped the hem of my dress and tugged it up over my back, exposing my bare skin and my ass still clad in my g-string.I felt his large hand smoothed over the curve of my backside and my breath hitched, the roughness of his palm igniting sparks wherever it touched.“You’ve got such a perfect ass,” he muttered, almost to himself, his voice thick with hunger.Before I could respond, his hand came down in a sharp slap against my skin, the sound echoing in the room.“Ah!” I yelped, my body jerking at the sting, but the heat that followed was intoxicating. The moan that slipped from my lips wasn’t intentional, but I couldn’t stop it.“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his hand rubbing over the spot, only to smack me again, harder this time.I was about to fire off a sassy comeback, but before I could, I heard the unmistakable rip of fabric. “Impatient, are we?” I gasped, looking over my shoulder at him with a needy smirk. “Those
ELAINE I walked toward the parking lot, my car sitting in the same spot it always did. The old sedan looked like it had been dragged through hell and back—a few dents here, a scratched bumper there, and the occasional puff of smoke from the exhaust. But it was mine, and as much as I hated it, I needed it.I climbed in, gripping the worn leather of the steering wheel, and forced myself to start the engine. The familiar sputter and groan made my stomach twist. I prayed it wouldn’t give out on me—again.The drive home wasn’t long, but it always felt that way. My shift at the nursing home had ended earlier than expected, and while most people would have been excited about the extra time off, I wasn’t.I wasn’t looking forward to going home.My mind wandered to what I’d find when I got there—Devin, my lazy husband, sprawled out on the couch, a half-empty bottle of something cheap at his side, maybe even a second one rolling under the coffee table. Heck, I was sure he was probably sti
ELAINE Turning on my heel, I marched straight to the closet, yanking open the door so hard it nearly came off its hinges. “What the hell are you doing?” Devin demanded, watching as I grabbed my duffel bag and started pulling my clothes off the hangers. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I shot back, stuffing jeans, shirts, and anything else I could grab into the bag. “I’m leaving, Devin. We’re done.” “Elaine, don’t be ridiculous.” He laughed—actually laughed—as if I’d just told a bad joke. “You’re not going anywhere.” I spun around, my fingers gripping a sweater so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you think you get a say in this? Because you don’t. Not anymore.” His smug expression faltered. “Elaine—” “No, Devin.” I held up a hand, cutting him off. “I’ve put up with your shit for too long. I worked while you drank. I stayed while you did nothing. And I gave you chance after chance when you didn’t deserve them. This? This was the last straw.” He o
ELAINE I yelped, barely having time to react before he gripped the hem of my dress and tugged it up over my back, exposing my bare skin and my ass still clad in my g-string.I felt his large hand smoothed over the curve of my backside and my breath hitched, the roughness of his palm igniting sparks wherever it touched.“You’ve got such a perfect ass,” he muttered, almost to himself, his voice thick with hunger.Before I could respond, his hand came down in a sharp slap against my skin, the sound echoing in the room.“Ah!” I yelped, my body jerking at the sting, but the heat that followed was intoxicating. The moan that slipped from my lips wasn’t intentional, but I couldn’t stop it.“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his hand rubbing over the spot, only to smack me again, harder this time.I was about to fire off a sassy comeback, but before I could, I heard the unmistakable rip of fabric. “Impatient, are we?” I gasped, looking over my shoulder at him with a needy smirk. “Those
ELAINE The elevator ride to his penthouse had been a blur of heated kisses, roaming hands, and shallow breaths. By the time the door to his penthouse clicked shut behind us, I was already all over him.Damn it, he was such a phenomenal kisser!His lips crashed into mine, rough and hungry, stealing what little breath I had left. He pressed me back against the door, pinning me there as his large hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make my body buzz.“Eager, aren’t you?” I teased between kisses, my voice breathy but still laced with sass.He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark green eyes burning with desire. “You have no idea.”Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips again, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my knees weak. His dominance was intoxicating, his sheer presence overwhelming, and I loved every second of it.I managed to break the kiss, gasping for air, and smirked up at him. “Is this your best move? Bec
ELAINE I turned to face him, and there he was, towering over me, his dark green eyes even more intense up close.Fuck! He is so much hotter up close.“Hi,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.I didn’t respond right away. I couldn’t. I was too busy losing myself in those eyes, in the sheer magnetism of him.But then I smiled, tilting my head slightly. “Hi.”The music thumped around us, a heavy bass that matched the erratic beat of my heart. His arm was still firmly around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other.“You were dancing for me,” he said, his voice deep and low, like a rough caress against my skin.“And what makes you think that?” I smirked.“Because I couldn’t take my eyes off you—and you knew it,” His eyes glinted, and his hand slid to the small of my back, pressing me even closer. “Every look, every sway of those hips… you wanted my attention.”I let out a soft laugh, leaning in just enough so my lips brushed against
ELAINE The sound of the gavel hitting the block echoed through the courtroom, and I felt like I could finally breathe again. The judge’s words—“The divorce is hereby finalized”—rang in my ears like a sweet melody. I glanced over at Devin, sitting a few feet away from me, looking like someone had just sucker-punched him. His mouth hung open slightly, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. If I didn’t despise him so much, I might’ve laughed. But instead, I just smiled—a real, genuine, ear-to-ear smile. This was it. I was free. As soon as the judge stepped out, I practically skipped out of the courtroom. My heels clicked against the marble floor, my steps light for the first time in years. I felt weightless, like I’d just shed a hundred pounds of dead weight. “Elaine!” Gigi’s voice rang out from the hall. She stood there, leaning against the wall in a bright red jumpsuit, her curls bouncing as she waved at me. She was impossible to miss, radiating confidence like she owned t
ELAINE Turning on my heel, I marched straight to the closet, yanking open the door so hard it nearly came off its hinges. “What the hell are you doing?” Devin demanded, watching as I grabbed my duffel bag and started pulling my clothes off the hangers. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I shot back, stuffing jeans, shirts, and anything else I could grab into the bag. “I’m leaving, Devin. We’re done.” “Elaine, don’t be ridiculous.” He laughed—actually laughed—as if I’d just told a bad joke. “You’re not going anywhere.” I spun around, my fingers gripping a sweater so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you think you get a say in this? Because you don’t. Not anymore.” His smug expression faltered. “Elaine—” “No, Devin.” I held up a hand, cutting him off. “I’ve put up with your shit for too long. I worked while you drank. I stayed while you did nothing. And I gave you chance after chance when you didn’t deserve them. This? This was the last straw.” He o
ELAINE I walked toward the parking lot, my car sitting in the same spot it always did. The old sedan looked like it had been dragged through hell and back—a few dents here, a scratched bumper there, and the occasional puff of smoke from the exhaust. But it was mine, and as much as I hated it, I needed it.I climbed in, gripping the worn leather of the steering wheel, and forced myself to start the engine. The familiar sputter and groan made my stomach twist. I prayed it wouldn’t give out on me—again.The drive home wasn’t long, but it always felt that way. My shift at the nursing home had ended earlier than expected, and while most people would have been excited about the extra time off, I wasn’t.I wasn’t looking forward to going home.My mind wandered to what I’d find when I got there—Devin, my lazy husband, sprawled out on the couch, a half-empty bottle of something cheap at his side, maybe even a second one rolling under the coffee table. Heck, I was sure he was probably sti