Good Riddance

Ella Hollis -

I adjusted my bra in the mirror and fixed my makeup. If this was going to go down, I was going to do it looking damn sexy. Well, I looked damn sexy every day, but today was special. Today was the day we divorced. Fredrick William the 3rd, the best Frank's money could buy, pored over documents and tried not to steal glances at me as I prepped myself. I wanted to look innocent, but irresistible. I wanted to make him regret everything that he's done for me, or didn't do for that matter, then make him feel like he deserved it.

So I wore blush for the innocence and red lipstick for the desire. I had a cami with enough buttons undone that you would wish another one would pop off plus a modest amount of midriff revealed to show the abs I worked so hard for. I wore a light blue skirt that showed enough legs that you wish you could peek under and boots that gave me enough confidence to lord over his mistress if she saw me. Knowing her, she would pick out hooker heels though, just to top me.

I hear the door open and brushed myself off, physically and emotionally. I'd done my crying in the years and days before, now is game time.

To no surprise, the first to enter was the mistress, brunette, bold, and booby... you know, buxom... with the aforementioned heels. Then Francis entered and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Well, that's certainly a move..." I said, inspecting as the man I loved and the woman who replaced me strolled in. And the lawyer. "...bring the harlot to the divorce proceedings. That'll go well."

"It's Shelly to you." The harlot responded.

"Shelly, I don't hate you. I hate the concept of you, nonetheless we will never be first name basis." I respond. "And Francis... I thought I said just you and me and the lawyers."

"What?" he replied, "You didn't bring Jace?"

"These are divorce proceedings, Frank. I didn't want him to see us like this. That's why I said... and I quote 'You, me, and the lawyers.' Despite her intrusion, the man-stealer was not a contractual part of our marriage."

The harlot tried to break from Fancis' grip and get in my face, "Just 'cause you can't keep a man..."

He interrupted her, "Dear, could you step out." She wanted to pipe on I'm sure, but Francis was always a man in control. He wouldn't take her bullshit nor mine. He held her close and directed her towards the door. "Actually, could Ella and I have a moment alone before we get into the nitty gritty?" He said to the room.

I glanced at my lawyer and he shrugged. "Don't let him sway you from the important details."

"Thank you Fredrick. I won't." The bloodsucking ticks on society left and Francis and I. He locked the door and came up next to me. A different man I would have feared, but Francis never abused or berated me. So when he placed a warm hand on my bare arm I did not flinch. I loved his touch. I loved the way he treated me when we were alone. I loved him, maybe I still do, but he could not love me back the way he promised... and I had grown tired of waiting on him.

He peered into my eyes and spoke softly, "So... this is really happening?"

"Yeah," I looked away, hoping my eyes would not betray their loss. "I think so."

"Do you still love me?" A hand slipped around my waist.

"Of course." I respond catching his gaze and wrapping my arms up his muscled upper back. "And you?"

"Always." We paused their and enjoyed each others touch.

"Did having a child ruin our marriage?" I asked.

"No, I was always fucked. Don't forget it was you who was once the harlot. You could always come work for me again. That might fix it."

"I think its a little too late for that. Sadly, I like what I do."

"You might like working for me more."

"That's what I'm worried about." He got close. Close enough to kiss. Close enough to feel his warm breath on my face. I would kiss him, but I could smell her on his mouth. I backed off.

"So... what do you want?" He asked searching my eyes like the first day he met me.

"Half."

"Half..." He mulled. "Done."

My heart stopped. I nearly cried. "What? Why?"

He held me close. "You deserve it. You've been the best mother to our son, the most faithful wife, and my staunchest advocate. You suffered silently while I slept around behind your back." I started to sob into his chest. "Remember when you used to share your dirty fantasies with me...?" He stroked my hair. "I know there is so much you wanted to do, but..." He grabbed my face and looked me in my eyes, overflowing. "You didn't. I can read you Ella. You need to be free of me. You need to be free to find love." He pulled me back into an embrace, like the ones we used to have before all of this.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Don't thank me."

"Fine." I replied. He chuckled and I kissed him, long and passionate, to make up for the months apart. "I'll need the house... the cars... and the beach property." I said between kisses. He felt me up as we made out. His hands gripped my ass and arms snaked around him.

"Of course."

"I don't want any... voting shares..." We shared more sloppy kisses as he snaked a hand up my skirt.

"Uh huh." I returned a hand to his crotch feeling the bulge of his dress pants.

"I think Jace... should stay... with me... and I don't... think he... should work for you." He stopped and pulled away, instantly anger swept his face.

"He's my son!" He shouted, cutting the air.

"Francis..." I responded, laying a hand on his chest. "I don't want to lose him too." His eyes were intense. To him, Jace was his legacy. To me, Jace was my lifeline. "I've sacrificed my life for him... I can't just..." I didn't know if I could get through to him. His jaw was stiff, but I know he could tell what Jace meant to me.

"He needs to choose." He said sternly. "Sophomore year... he'll intern. Then choose. Okay?"

I just nod.

"Okay?" He repeats.

"Okay..." I resign. "What if he decides to leave me?" My voice fluttered as the words limped out.

He took me in his arms again."Oh, Ella. All children leave, but a man must choose. The kid loves you, but kids grow. If he is anything like me, he will long for more. He's one hell of a man and I have you to thank." We just swayed and then he wiped my eyes. "Is that all?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay... I don't know about you, but I'm still horny and the paperwork will take a while. Wanna fuck one last time while we're married?"

"Fuck yeah," I bit my lip and he swept me off my feet.

"We'll have to put on a little bit of a show for the audience." He fished his cock out of his pants with one hand and pressed it against my thong. I parted it and let him inside me one last time.

"Why the fuck do you think you would get the Mercedes!!?" I shouted as he plunged into me. I stifled my moans as his he hit into my deepest spots.

"Because it's my favorite, Ella! You don't even fucking drive it!" My pussy was wet and the shouting was cathartic, but truly it felt good to be filled by his massive tool after months away. He was the best I ever had, maybe ever again.

Our sex was punctuated by an ongoing dialogue over mundane details, however the body language told stories. We used every surface of that room. Once we had pounded out the rest of the details, everything went to plan.

Almost. The open end was Jace.