She Looks So Fucking Hot

POV: Nathan 

“So, how do you feel now?

Proud?

Happy?

I hope you are happy, Nate, and I hope you did the right thing.” Dilan told me.

“Of course, he’s happy!

Can’t you see him celebrating and jubilating?

Oh, wait,

I almost missed it!

You are not celebrating, and that means you didn’t do the right thing, and that is why you have that look of regret on your face, Mr. Grumpy Ass!” Ethan cursed, laughing at me and making me more miserable.

“Yeah right!

Rub it in and make me feel worse, dumbass!” I retorted, pulling my hand through my hair in frustration. I felt so bad after making her sign those papers. That look of pain and shock she first gave me will forever be in my memory. The fact that she had no negative reaction to the divorce made me look like a fucking gold digger. I had no choice but to accept her every demand just to make it right and please her.

But I felt so bad the moment I left her presence. She’s kicking me out of the house and also taking back her father's company from me. I’ve never seen her so serious about anything before, she looked so determined to get back her inheritance from me. It’s made me feel so guilty for using her this way. Bit I didn’t mind any of that, as long as she agreed to my terms.

And she did…

She fucking did. We agreed not to break the news to our family for now, and we would keep living together until we find a way to break the news to our family without breaking their hearts. She’s making me move to the guestroom, taking charge of this situation like a boss lady. That was quite a turn-on, I’ve never seen her acting so cool before. And now I’m getting worked up for nothing!

I had to leave the house before I drove myself crazy with these many unhealthy thoughts. I’d wanted to hang out with Hailey, but I was suddenly not in the mood to party and have fun anymore. I called Ethan and he told me he was in a bar downtown with Dilan, so I got into my car and sped off to the bar, brooding all the way there.

I don’t know how she intends to run her father's company. She has never handled this before, I’m not sure she has been in any kind of business her entire life. Yet she boldly requested to run her father's construction company and other chains of businesses. I guess she wants to rub it in my face that she doesn’t really need me as her father claimed. Now I have no choice but to keep a close eye on her affairs and guide her from afar so she doesn’t run down the old man’s company to the ground and destroy his hard work and mine. I’ve put in so much effort in that company too, so I won’t sit back and let her run it to the ground, I just can’t.

I have so much going on in my head, I couldn’t even have fun like I intended to do tonight. I just ordered for the best Scotch available in the bar and kept gulping it down like water. The guys weren’t helping me either. They kept teasing and mocking me, claiming I was making the worst decision ever. It seems everyone is against me tonight, even my best friends.

“Come on, guys, it’s enough already. I don’t regret asking for a divorce, actually, I’m glad I did. I’m just bothered because she asked me to return the construction company back to her, and I’m concerned about her father's legacy. She can’t run that company on her own, and she won’t let me help. That’s why I’m so worried, nothing more!” I told them angrily when they wouldn’t stop making fun of my situation. In fact, I was about to give up and go home because they wouldn’t stop laughing at my miserable situation. But just as I stood up to leave, they both got alerted to a message on their phone. The message came in at the same time, and they were both curious to know what it was, so they picked up their phones and opened the file that was sent to their phone by Dave, another one of our friends. 

He couldn’t join us at the bar because he wanted to go to that new nightclub that everyone was talking about. It’s rumored to be the best in town, and I actually got an invitation to be there tonight. That is where I wanted to go with Hailey after she signed the papers, but I got upset because of her and that ruined my mood tonight. She’s such a joy killer!

A real party pooper, that’s what she is. Anyways, the guys opened the file sent to them at the same time, and they raised their heads to stare at me strangely before bursting into a fit of laughter. They laughed so hysterically and almost fell off their seats while laughing. It seemed a bit strange, and I got curious about what was making them laugh, so I grabbed Ethan’s phone and opened the file that was making them laugh like clowns.

Lo and behold, I saw my wife, Laura, dressed like a fucking whore, twerking and grinding on the dance floor in the new nightclub that was opened in town. She looks so fucking hot, so damn beautiful. Dave sent some pictures and videos, and as I viewed it all I saw her having so much fun in the club. A lot of guys were flirting with her and she added with them, grinding and twerking excitedly with a glass in her hand.

“Looks like you her a favor, man!

Who would have thought that she would be celebrating in the club after you divorced her,” Ethan mocked me, laughing so hard that I angrily punched the bar table, throwing his phone back at him.

“Fuck, man!

How could you divorce such a hotcake?

She is so fucking hot!

I think I’m going to take my chance with her, maybe I’m going to be the perfect man to tame that wildfire burning in her. Hope you don’t mind me checking her out, after all, you divorced her,” Dilan let out teasingly, trying to get me more furious. 

They are both idiots!

They have no idea how furious I am. For fucks sake Laura tricked me into believing that she is sad about the divorce. I gave her every damn thing she asked for. Yet, here she is, grooving and partying just a few hours after signing our divorce papers. 

The worst part of this is that she had never looked this hot for me. Not even once since I married her. I’d never seen this side of her, I never knew she could be this hot and lively, just the way I like it. She’s flirting with guys she doesn’t even know, dancing and drinking like a club girl. It made me so fucking pissed, and I don’t even know why I’m getting pissed when I was the one that requested for a divorce. Due to some unknown reason, I found myself driving to that club with Dilan and Ethan. We went over to join Dave and the rest of the guys in the club. I felt ashamed to be in their midst tonight, watching my wife act wildly on the dance floor.

When I got there, I saw her twerking with a guy, and I groaned in anger when he kept tapping her ass and ramming his dick on her ass. I could tell that she was a bit drunk. I could have just walked up to her and dragged her home with me, but I didn't even go close to her, I sat with my friends, pouring myself a glass of champagne from the table. I badly wanted to go to her and caution her, but what right do I have to complain. I did ask for a divorce, didn’t I?

The guys kept complimenting her, telling me beautiful and how amazing she was. I got a little annoyed by their words. They have no right to look at her that way, besides, I don’t need to be told that she’s hot. I’m sitting right here, and I can see for myself that she is so hot. Every guy around keeps hitting on her and it got me so possessive and infuriated. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I decided to go to her and remind her that the divorce is not yet finalized.

Besides, we did agree to act as if we were still married. This behavior of hers would defame me and bring shame to our family. I keep telling myself that I’m not doing this because I suddenly developed feelings for a woman I just divorced. I keep trying to convince myself that I don’t love her and I don’t think she is hot. I’m only doing this to protect our families from finding out in the papers that we got divorced. 

So I stood up and walked towards her to send her home before she embarrassed me further and brought shame to our families. I was a few feet away from her when I heard her mean words as she gisted with her friends. Can you believe that she called me impotent?

She said I'm freaking dead down there!

Can you even believe that?

Me, Nathan Costello, impotent?

The fact that she said it so confidently is what is even annoying me. For three years she had never shown me this hot, sexy, beautiful side of hers. She is always lying down like a log of wood when we make love, giving no action at all. And yet she dares to call me impotent to her damn friends. 

“You dare call me impotent?” I yelled from behind her, causing her to stiffen in shock as she turned to look at me. I was pissed at her words just now, but the moment I looked into her eyes, I was dumbstruck immediately. But when she turned away from me as if I did not exist to her, I got so fucking furious.

I couldn't hold my anger anymore and I held her in his arms, taking her out of this damn club. She fought and struggled with me, ordering me to put her down. Strangely, her body turned him on and I can’t seem to understand why I’m reacting this way. I’ve been married to her for three years, and I’ve never been this attracted to her before. I couldn't restrain my urge. The thought of her on that dancefloor looking so hot and sexy kept replaying in my head, making my dick pulse with life. 

“Make sure her friends get home safely. They seem drunk too, you can drive them home or order a cab for them. I need to take my wife home and make sure she is okay.” I instructed Ethan, earning a strange look from him when I referred to her as my wife. I ignored him and took Laura out of the club in my arms, taking her to my car regardless of her struggle.

“Stop struggling before I fuck you right here and prove to you that I’m not an Impotent man!” I scolded her firmly when she wouldn’t get into my car. She stopped immediately and looked at me strangely, wondering why I was so pissed. To be honest, I don’t know why I’m so pissed either, but one thing is certain. This girl deserves an Oscar for all the acting she has been putting on for me. She still stood beside the car, refusing to go in. But she kept looking at me strangely, and I wondered what is going on in her mind because my mind is filled with dirty thoughts right now.

“Why aren’t you celebrating anymore, huh? 

Is that how much you hate me, do you really think that I’m impotent?” I asked her, not waiting for an answer as I leaned over and kissed her passionately, trapping her between my body and the car.