Chapter Seventy-One:

Lynn’s POV

Doug may have gotten a protective order against me for my daughter, but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop trying to see him. There is no way in hell that I’m going to let him date that whore. He should be with me. We were so good together. He was a great lay and never said no to money. I want that back. And God, that accent…

I adjusted my push-up bra and slipped off my panties. I decided to wear a sinfully short, black lace mini-dress. I stepped into a pair of black, four-inch stilettos and I’m good to go. My legs look sky-high and my make-up is the epitome of perfection. I will get him back. I could have any man drooling and kissing my heels. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a challenge.

I was about to walk out my front door, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw a someone I’m guessing to be a delivery man.

“Ms. Wolf?” He asked me, cautiously.

“Yes?” I responded, keeping my voice light and flirty. I caught his eye wandering up and down my scantly clothed form, before he handed me a manila envelope.

“Can I get you to sign this?” He asked me, handing me an electronic device.

“What is this for?” I asked him, as I signed. I handed it back to him

“You’ve been served.” He answered, before walking away.

“What?!” I asked, louder. He didn’t respond, just kept walking. I ripped open the envelope and emptied its contents. Doug is suing me for custody over Lydia. He’s actually doing it. Oh, hell no.

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I pounded on Doug’s front door, still holding the papers in my hand. I kept pounding, until it swung open. A shocked-face Lydia greeted me.

“You can’t be here.” She had the nerve to tell me.

“I’m not here for you, girl. Where is Dougie?!” I fumed. She didn’t say anything. Before I could say anything else, a tall man got between us.

“Why don’t you go finish playing your video-game with your brother?” He suggested. She didn’t budge. “Lydia, please, just go.” He asked her. She finally left. “Can I help you?” He directed his question to me. I nodded, stiffly.

“Doug?” I repeated. He seemed to think it over.

“I’ll see if Mr. Baker would like to see you.” He told me, starting to shut the door. I moved my foot in the way.

“I don’t fucking think so. I’ll see him now. I’m not leaving.” I protested.

“You’re not welcome inside. If you want to throw a fit like a child, I will call the police and have you arrested for violating your restraining order from Miss Lydia.” He replied, coldly. I looked at him, taken aback. “You will stay here, or you will speak with no one else.” He ordered. I was too shocked to say anything else to him. He shut the door in my face. I heard the lock turn and I waited.

A few minutes went by and the door opened again. A tired looking Dougie opened the door. He sighed.

“What do you want, Lynn?” He asked me.

“You’re seriously trying to sue me for custody of my own daughter? What the fuck?!” I seethed. He rubbed his temple.

“We’ve already discussed this. You’ve been served with your papers. If you’ve nothing else to say, you’re wasting my time.”

“I am not giving her up! You know my conditions!” I yelled at him. He glared at me.

“What makes you think that you have anything resembling a choice? No judge or jury in their right minds would ever grant you custody. There isn’t a maternal bone in your conniving body. You don’t deserve her. I have nothing else to say to you. Please leave. You’re not welcome in my home or on my property.” He growled. I took a step back, suddenly very nervous.

“I am not leaving, Doug. You belong with me! You both do!”

“I don’t want you, Lynn. The only feelings I have for you now are disgust.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

“You’re mine.”

“I was never yours. You were just too self-absorbed to see it.”

“She’s not good for you.” I argued.

“You have no idea what’s good for me. It’s certainly not you. You need to leave, Lynn. It’s over. We’re over.”

“That’s what you said last time I came here. Don’t you remember what happened? You fucked me in your garage. What? I’m not good enough for you anymore? No one says, ‘No,’ to me.” She snapped.

“That was a mistake – nothing more.”

“The hell it was! You had more passion that night than any other night while we were together. We’re the same, Dougie. You got off on hurting me.”

“We are nothing alike.”

“You want me just as much as I want you.” I told him, my voice wavering. He shook his head. I took a step towards him and grabbed his hand. He shot me a warning look, but didn’t pull away. I took his fingers and pressed them just inside my pussy lips, letting him know that I was wet for him. As soon as he realized what I was doing, he yanked his hand away from me.

“I am happily dating someone else. Leave, Lynn. You’re only embarrassing yourself. I don’t want you. There’s nothing you could do that would make me want you again. The fact that you keep trying just proves that you don’t care about anyone, but yourself. I’m going inside and I’m calling the police.” He said, as he turned his back to me and went back inside.

I gaped at the door after he locked it behind him. That really just happened? I’m not going to stand for that. There’s no way in hell.

Notes

Hopefully, you all can stick with me through all the different POV changes! More tomorrow!

Xo,
Katie