All Chapters of How To Get A Divorce - Feisty Series (2 of 5): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Bailey’s Point of View~“Girl, you got those files from the vault or what,” Attorney Rogers snapped.Girl?Fucking asshole.No one gave a damn that the name “Kline” on the building outside was also my name because I wasn’t actually the senior partner’s daughter. I was his niece which is apparently akin to gum on the bottom of your shoe. These douches spoke like this right in front of my uncle too, and he didn’t care.“Yes sir, they are already on your desk as requested,” I said, looking up to match his gaze.He made a face and turned to stomp back to his office. While my mom may be a Kline, she never married, so basically having a bastard daughter did not sit well with society. My dad left us before I was born, I don’t even have a picture of him. My mom claimed he wasn’t ready for a baby, and she told him if he wasn’t all in to fuck off. So he did.I was supposed to be grateful that uncle Greg got me this job, that he was also helping pay most of my tuition. I even had to stack my cl

~Bailey’s Point of View~ I cursed under my breath as I ran across campus, seriously late. Because I had to put all my classes in the same two days they were pretty much on top of each other. I literally had ten minutes to haul ass from one side of the property to the other. And now … the office was calling me. But of course they were. They don’t give one fuck that it is my day off. They probably need help finding some obscure thing that they are absolutely convinced only I can locate. I once had an attorney tell me he wrote an extremely important note in a newspaper and demanded that I find it. He didn’t remember what newspaper or where he’d left it, where he’d been when he wrote it. That was the horseshit I tried to dig out from every other day. “This is Bailey,” I said, answering it at the last possible second. “Hey uhm there’s a guy here asking for you, I just kind of told him to hold on and came into the break room. Says his name is Trey,” Nadine said. She was an older lady w

~Bailey’s Point of View~ Because I don’t trust public transit bathrooms or really the world at large, I called ahead to the building that Trey lives in to ask if they had a public bathroom in the lobby. Weird question right? But a lot of these condo buildings don’t. I mean the kinds of people that live there pay for a certain exclusivity, and that wouldn’t include the nasty public peeing for free. But much to my shock, they did have a public restroom. They had a ballroom they rented for events and it was next to that, so I just had to hope it was empty. Long enough at least for me to get ready. I really didn’t want to get dressed at work and risk anyone’s prying eyes and big mouth. There was no chance in hell I’d give Trey my home address and even picking me up at the office seemed a bit of a wildcard. I had a very specific personality I wanted to project to him and I couldn’t play that part in front of literally anyone else I knew. They would realize I was being a moron and it woul

~Bailey’s Point of View~ I stood in shock as Trey walked me outside to the cab he’d ordered. I watched, completely pissed off as he gave the driver $200. I was wearing a pair of his sweatpants and a baggy black t-shirt that he’d found for me. He was sending me home. He didn’t ask me to stay. What the fuck? There was no way I could have possibly been MORE fucking obvious, MORE … COME AND GET IT BIG BOY than my stunt with his little white shirt. I’d never just gotten naked for a guy I barely knew yet money aside I had zero reservations about doing it. He was hot as fuck and I had never been more turned on in my life. Felt more empowered. Even if he bought the dumb little girl act and I hated lying to him. After I padded into the living room basically naked, he grabbed a blanket and covered me up, then we cuddled as he showed me a film from their tour. It was actually hilarious and I was practically foaming at the mouth to watch it, to get that kind of glimpse into the lives of Feist

~Bailey’s Point of View~ When I confessed to Trey where we were going, he jumped out of his car and dressed. At first I was offended, but then I realized he left the keys. The car was still running. What the hell was he doing? Did he have to pee or something? I made quick work out of getting dressed and then trying to get my hair back in a ponytail. I watched in disbelief as he ran to a nearby field, filled with California poppies and began to pick them. He was picking flowers … to take to my grandparents’ graves. I covered my mouth in shock at what I was seeing. Why did this simple gesture just completely hit me so hard? Maybe because literally nobody had ever done something that sweet and thoughtful. Because Trey as a whole seemed very considerate and I wasn’t used to that. I had one friend, a girl I worked with at a coffee shop a couple years ago that I texted sometimes. She was about the only thing close to a friend that I had. But still, we only made small talk and we never h