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Another day, another gift!
Ryan sat at the bar, his wedding ring in front of him, slowly spinning on it's edge before falling over into a small puddle of beer. "How appropriate," he muttered, leaving it there as he took another gulp of his beer.
"Beer me."
Ryan glanced over, his eyes going from the top of the bar to the long, mostly bare, legs of the woman who'd slid onto the stool a few down from him, then up her legs to a body that she'd obviously worked for rather than starved for, and finally came to rest on her amused gaze which had turned his way. "Sorry," he mumbled as he looked away, embarassed at being caught staring.
"Like what you saw?" the woman asked, shifting over to the stool right beside him.
Ryan glanced at her, then picked his ring up out of the puddle of beer. "Not suppose to," he said before dropping it back down into the puddle. "But hell, if my wife can screw some random guy, I think I can look at a beautiful woman, right?"
"Right," the woman said. "I'm Brooke," she said, offering her hand.
"Ryan," he replied, shaking it.
"You're wife must be stupid to cheat on you."
"Nah, I just toss her drugs when I find them, while he gives her more," Ryan said. "Do you know what it's like to work your ass off to give someone else everythign they want, and still not be enough? I mean... I designed her dream house, which looks nothing like anything I want to live in, and she just uses it to throw parties and fuck her boytoys."
"Sounds like she's a bitch."
"She is," Ryan said softly. "And when I caught her fucking him in our bed tonight, she said it would be really hot if I joined them."
"Was the guy at least hot?" Brooke said.
Ryan stared for a moment before he saw her lips twitch slightly in barely surpressed amusement and he grinned. "Funny," he said. "Now if she'd been cheating with a woman who looked like you..." he added.
Brooke laughed, something that she seemed to do with her whole body, heard thrown back slightly and body shaking slightly. "She still your wife after this?" she asked once she'd calmed down.
Ryan shrugged. "Been trying to decide," he said as he picked his ring up again and held it between two fingers.
"Seems to me that you deserve better."
"We're the Newport Beach it couple," Ryan said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "The scandal..."
"Forget that shit," Brooke said. "Do you want her to still be your wife?"
Ryan stared at the soggy ring for a moment longer, then dropped it in the half filled glass of beer he'd previously been gulping down. "No," he finally whispered. "I'm just so tired of the drama."
"So is she still your wife?"
"I'm gonna call my lawyer in the morning," Ryan said, nodding. "Get the ball rolling, and be grateful that her lawyer put in a 'cheating clause'. Whoever cheats has to give the other 25% of their personal fortune."
"Oh my god," Brooke said. "Well damn... I was gonna sleep with you, but I am not ruining that for you," she said.
Ryan snorted. "It'll go to charity," he said. "Maybe something for drug rehab causes, or battered spouses. Something deserving."
"That's sweet," Brooke said. Then she slid a card into his pocket. "Call me when that divorce is finalized," she said.
The End
Ryan sat at the bar, his wedding ring in front of him, slowly spinning on it's edge before falling over into a small puddle of beer. "How appropriate," he muttered, leaving it there as he took another gulp of his beer.
"Beer me."
Ryan glanced over, his eyes going from the top of the bar to the long, mostly bare, legs of the woman who'd slid onto the stool a few down from him, then up her legs to a body that she'd obviously worked for rather than starved for, and finally came to rest on her amused gaze which had turned his way. "Sorry," he mumbled as he looked away, embarassed at being caught staring.
"Like what you saw?" the woman asked, shifting over to the stool right beside him.
Ryan glanced at her, then picked his ring up out of the puddle of beer. "Not suppose to," he said before dropping it back down into the puddle. "But hell, if my wife can screw some random guy, I think I can look at a beautiful woman, right?"
"Right," the woman said. "I'm Brooke," she said, offering her hand.
"Ryan," he replied, shaking it.
"You're wife must be stupid to cheat on you."
"Nah, I just toss her drugs when I find them, while he gives her more," Ryan said. "Do you know what it's like to work your ass off to give someone else everythign they want, and still not be enough? I mean... I designed her dream house, which looks nothing like anything I want to live in, and she just uses it to throw parties and fuck her boytoys."
"Sounds like she's a bitch."
"She is," Ryan said softly. "And when I caught her fucking him in our bed tonight, she said it would be really hot if I joined them."
"Was the guy at least hot?" Brooke said.
Ryan stared for a moment before he saw her lips twitch slightly in barely surpressed amusement and he grinned. "Funny," he said. "Now if she'd been cheating with a woman who looked like you..." he added.
Brooke laughed, something that she seemed to do with her whole body, heard thrown back slightly and body shaking slightly. "She still your wife after this?" she asked once she'd calmed down.
Ryan shrugged. "Been trying to decide," he said as he picked his ring up again and held it between two fingers.
"Seems to me that you deserve better."
"We're the Newport Beach it couple," Ryan said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "The scandal..."
"Forget that shit," Brooke said. "Do you want her to still be your wife?"
Ryan stared at the soggy ring for a moment longer, then dropped it in the half filled glass of beer he'd previously been gulping down. "No," he finally whispered. "I'm just so tired of the drama."
"So is she still your wife?"
"I'm gonna call my lawyer in the morning," Ryan said, nodding. "Get the ball rolling, and be grateful that her lawyer put in a 'cheating clause'. Whoever cheats has to give the other 25% of their personal fortune."
"Oh my god," Brooke said. "Well damn... I was gonna sleep with you, but I am not ruining that for you," she said.
Ryan snorted. "It'll go to charity," he said. "Maybe something for drug rehab causes, or battered spouses. Something deserving."
"That's sweet," Brooke said. Then she slid a card into his pocket. "Call me when that divorce is finalized," she said.
The End
