I Hired 18 Men, He Cried

Synopsis

The night Edward Grant went to pick up his first love at the airport, I hired eighteen host boys and made the front page of every tabloid. He came personally to clear the place out, then leaned over the bed and nuzzled my cheek. "Babe, was that really necessary? Can't you stand Emily that much? I didn't answer him. I reached into the bedsheets, wrinkled like dried seaweed, and pulled out divorce papers. He glanced at them sideways, convinced I was still jealous. "Fine. If you don't like it, I won't bring her home anymore, okay? In my heart, you'll always come first. "So, who was that hot guy who just left?" He tried to catch me off guard, thinking he could blindside me the same way he always had. Like last time, when one of his mistresses set me up, and I panicked, groveled, begged him to forgive me. But this time, I only shrugged. "That was my long-lost real father. I'm planning to take care of him for life. Want to split the cost?"