Free Mid Life Love by Whitney Gracia Williams

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of way too much drama in my life and I didn’t want that anymore.
    “Put your
clothes on or I’ll have security come and take you away in what you’re wearing
right now.”
    She slid her
panties off. “But you told me to show up here wearing this! You said you wanted
to talk about us getting back together!”
    “What? What are
you talking about?” And what is that red dot blinking on my bookshelf? Is
she RECORDING this?
    “I know you want
me back, Jonathan, but you have to change.” She suddenly sounded hurt. “Just
admit to your mistakes, apologize, and we can get back together...I’ve finally
forgiven you for hitting me on Christmas Day and giving me a black eye...and
bruising my ribs...And I know you didn’t want me to go to the press about it so
if you’d rather pay for me to— ”
    “Okay.” I walked
over to the red blinking thing—a miniature pen recorder, and tossed it out the
window. “I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to pull, but you know damn
well I never hit you. Ever . Whatever we had was fun while it lasted, but
that’s pretty much all it was before you turned into a psycho . Please
get out of my office.”
    She started
crying. “I said I was sorry! I thought you were cheating on me when I set your
Aston Martin on fire!”
    I can’t believe
I almost forgot about that...
    I walked behind
my desk and moved her crumpled clothes off my chair.
    “And I
apologized for calling all your exes! I needed to know if you were still
talking to them! I needed to know that you were really mine !”
    I handed her the
clothes and sat down. “You’ve got one minute, Audrey. Get dressed before I call
security.”
    “I still think
you and I could work out! I know you still want me!”
    I picked up my
phone. “Greg, I need security to come and escort someone out of my office as
soon as possible.”
    “The sex was
incredible! Remember? We could go on for hours and hours!” She slid into her
jeans and put on her jacket. “You can’t say you don’t miss that! Why don’t you
want me back?”
    There was a
knock at my door.
    “Come in!” I
called.
    Two security
guards walked in and looked at me, then at Audrey.
    She immediately
stopped crying, like she always did whenever there was an unexpected audience.
    “I don’t need
any assistance walking down the steps!” She laughed. “Thanks for calling for
back up though. My knees are fine, Jonathan!”
    “You really
should pursue acting Audrey.” I shook my head. “You would be great at it. Could
you two please escort Miss Greene out to the parking lot and make sure to take
her name off the approved visitors list?”
    “Yes sir.” They
motioned for her to leave the room first.
    Audrey looked
back at me and scowled. “I don’t want you back anyway, you sucked in
bed! You couldn’t keep your dick up for more than a minute!”
    Jesus...
    The door slammed
shut and I leaned back in my chair.
    Maybe I need to
date someone older...Someone more mature...
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    O n Thursday, I
stayed late working on the marketing department’s reconstruction plan. I wasn’t
sure why Claire hated her job so much, but if the ideas her department
submitted for the s Phone blue were any indication, I would probably hate
working here too.
    Their
submissions were awful, god awful: “The new s Phone blue: Just blue it,”
“The new s Phone blue. Yeah, it’s blue,” and “The new s Phone blue:
Buy it. Ask questions later.” 
    There is no way
“adults” came up with this nonsense...
    I shut the
folder and decided to call it a day. We were definitely going to have to hire
new talent. Soon.
    I took the
elevator down to the executive lot and slid into my Bugatti. Shifting gears, I
prepared to speed all the way home, but I saw Claire arguing with a tow truck
driver on the other side of the lot.
    Just as I pulled
over, he drove off with what I assumed was her SUV.
    “Claire?” I
stepped out of my car, eyeing the way her black skirt hugged