The A Little Bit Trilogy Bundle: A Little Bit Submissive; A Little Bit Rough; A Little Bit Controlling - A BDSM Erotica Romance by Bebe Wilde
Authors: Bebe Wilde
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the tabloids: “ Kier’s poor wife. How will she cope?”
Oh, how that killed me.
Even though I was in the dark for a long time, it was well known in the industry that he was cheating on me before the rumors began to surface. Even so, Kier had a great publicist and the proverbial shit did not hit the fan until I actually filed for a divorce. Then all hell broke loose. Yes, there had been reports in tabloids about it, but I turned a blind eye to it, mainly because I thought most of it was hogwash. It was Hollywood, after all. Besides, I was still very career-focused myself. I had other things on my mind, like listing and selling houses.
So, I thought when he was working late he was doing just that. When you’re on set, it can go over; time can get away from you. You’re there to work and when it’s time to work, you have to work. I knew that. I accepted it. I just didn’t know that while you waited for the lighting to get fixed or the sound to be adjusted, you could be in your trailer fucking an extra. Or, even, your gorgeous, big- boobed co-star.
He was a hound dog, it was that simple. And, being a man, he took his opportunity to spread it around. The fact that women threw themselves at him didn’t help things either. I was the one who ended up with egg on her face. It was so humiliating, what he did to me. And it wasn’t just once, or a few times; it was with many, many women over the four-years that we were married. It was so embarrassing, humiliating. He was going to be my future children’s father. He was mine. But they took him and didn’t give me anything in return.
Like I said, when I first found out, I was in shock. I did what I thought was right, though, and pretended nothing was happening. I played the good wife and I tried to figure out what I could do. The problem was that there wasn’t much I could do. Nothing much but confront him and get on with it but I couldn’t do that. I was afraid of the aftermath, of what would be left of us once we had said what needed to be said.
However, even though I did my best to ignore it, it still ate at me. It was inevitable that it would get to the point that I had to confront him, that I could no longer pretend I didn’t know what he was doing. And, of course, it was one incident that pushed it over the top. There was one time he finally crossed the line and did something that I couldn’t overlook. One time where he forced my hand and put me in a position where I could no longer ignore what he was doing.
I’d been at an open house checking out a potential property for a client when he strolled in. Kier never came to these things, so I was shocked when he showed up. He gave me a quick kiss and said we should go to dinner. I had agreed, telling him that after I was done we’d go. I went upstairs to look at the bedrooms and master bath and, when I came back down, he was chatting with the listing agent, a woman a few years older than me who I could barely stand. She thought she and I were in the same league, which we were not, and saw me as her greatest competition. She was an idiot and I only put up with her when I had to. She was always trying to take my listings and clients, doing things to make my life miserable. She was my hater, as they say. But I put up with her professionally because that’s what you do. There was always someone like her trying to usurp you. Competition was fierce but if you couldn’t play, you never won. I liked to win. A lot.
Kier knew how much I hated her and this was why he was making a show of talking to her. He was throwing it in my face, that’s what he was doing. The thought of him and her having sex did scurry across my mind but I shut it out, as it was unthinkable. But what if they had? I shuddered. I didn’t think I could handle that. But I was a professional. I squared my shoulders and walked right up to them and said, “It was a beautiful house, Miranda, but not quite right for my client. Thank you for showing it to
Oh, how that killed me.
Even though I was in the dark for a long time, it was well known in the industry that he was cheating on me before the rumors began to surface. Even so, Kier had a great publicist and the proverbial shit did not hit the fan until I actually filed for a divorce. Then all hell broke loose. Yes, there had been reports in tabloids about it, but I turned a blind eye to it, mainly because I thought most of it was hogwash. It was Hollywood, after all. Besides, I was still very career-focused myself. I had other things on my mind, like listing and selling houses.
So, I thought when he was working late he was doing just that. When you’re on set, it can go over; time can get away from you. You’re there to work and when it’s time to work, you have to work. I knew that. I accepted it. I just didn’t know that while you waited for the lighting to get fixed or the sound to be adjusted, you could be in your trailer fucking an extra. Or, even, your gorgeous, big- boobed co-star.
He was a hound dog, it was that simple. And, being a man, he took his opportunity to spread it around. The fact that women threw themselves at him didn’t help things either. I was the one who ended up with egg on her face. It was so humiliating, what he did to me. And it wasn’t just once, or a few times; it was with many, many women over the four-years that we were married. It was so embarrassing, humiliating. He was going to be my future children’s father. He was mine. But they took him and didn’t give me anything in return.
Like I said, when I first found out, I was in shock. I did what I thought was right, though, and pretended nothing was happening. I played the good wife and I tried to figure out what I could do. The problem was that there wasn’t much I could do. Nothing much but confront him and get on with it but I couldn’t do that. I was afraid of the aftermath, of what would be left of us once we had said what needed to be said.
However, even though I did my best to ignore it, it still ate at me. It was inevitable that it would get to the point that I had to confront him, that I could no longer pretend I didn’t know what he was doing. And, of course, it was one incident that pushed it over the top. There was one time he finally crossed the line and did something that I couldn’t overlook. One time where he forced my hand and put me in a position where I could no longer ignore what he was doing.
I’d been at an open house checking out a potential property for a client when he strolled in. Kier never came to these things, so I was shocked when he showed up. He gave me a quick kiss and said we should go to dinner. I had agreed, telling him that after I was done we’d go. I went upstairs to look at the bedrooms and master bath and, when I came back down, he was chatting with the listing agent, a woman a few years older than me who I could barely stand. She thought she and I were in the same league, which we were not, and saw me as her greatest competition. She was an idiot and I only put up with her when I had to. She was always trying to take my listings and clients, doing things to make my life miserable. She was my hater, as they say. But I put up with her professionally because that’s what you do. There was always someone like her trying to usurp you. Competition was fierce but if you couldn’t play, you never won. I liked to win. A lot.
Kier knew how much I hated her and this was why he was making a show of talking to her. He was throwing it in my face, that’s what he was doing. The thought of him and her having sex did scurry across my mind but I shut it out, as it was unthinkable. But what if they had? I shuddered. I didn’t think I could handle that. But I was a professional. I squared my shoulders and walked right up to them and said, “It was a beautiful house, Miranda, but not quite right for my client. Thank you for showing it to
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