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Ellie Ellis is an incurable erotica writer, she writes hot erotica sex stories and open-minded too. She loves other authors, erotica Sci-Fi horror books obsessed with the idea of love fascinated with sex and captivated with the art of writing she wrote widely about sex dating books and romance. Ellie Ellis writes emotionally intense young adult and new adult fiction across a number of different genres with swoon-worthy Romance Complex characters and tons of unexpected plot twists and turns that will have you sleeping the pages beyond bedtime. She had completed her degree in creative writing.
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I broke down on the steps of the courthouse, bawling my eyes out. I should be happy with the finalization of my divorce. I should be glad that I’m luckily out of that cheater’s life so that my heart would be safe from his philandering ways.
Instead, I found myself mourning the loss of the life I once had. Almost in my 40s, it slowly dawned on me that I’d wasted twenty years of my life with a man who’d grown out of love with me. A man who only cared about the next hot piece of ass he could get his hands on so that he could impress his friends. I had been a fine tool to him, he’d admitted to my face when I’d first flung the divorce papers at him to sign. A tool that he’d only kept around to boost his fucking ego. I’ve outlived my usefulness to him, at-first-sight. I have a few more grey hair than I used to and earned a few wrinkles on my face. My ex-husband Justin Turner no longer has any use for me.
At least, that’s what he wanted me to believe with all the horrible things he’d said in the courtroom. If a fair-minded person thinks he would say, “The judge had considered Justin's words when settling the matter, but for me, my emotions weren't respected. The harsh fact. And the fact is that our house was in Justin’s name alone (despite having told me that both of our names were on it). Which meant I was out of a home and had nowhere to go.
That was a month ago. The tears were shed, I’d jumped around from one apartment to another owned by friends until I got a call from my brother to house-sit one of his cabins in the woods. It's his summer home for when his kids are no longer in school, a trip away from the city so they can get closer to nature and escape the responsibilities of modern technology. I scoffed at first at the idea, but the longer I thought, the more I was anxious about the idea of being on my own for a change. It had been so long since I’d ever had any quiet time to myself that I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore.
But being at this cabin would definitely help.
“You’ll have everything you need,” my brother huffs as he helps me pull the bags out of the trunk of the car. “There’s a generator in the back if you lose power – I’ll show you later how to use it – and the nearest grocery store’s about a fifteen-minute drive towards town. What did you pack in here, bricks?”
“Uhh it’s shoes,” I reply, my face flushing red with embarrassment. I know there's no need for expensive high heel shoes up here, but I have nowhere else to keep them nor any penny to pay for storage.
My brother rolling his eyes tells me he’s thinking the same way.
“It’s not long than this summer until I can get back on my feet again. I promise.” I pile a few boxes together and lift them out of the trunk. “I’ll be sending resumes every single day until I land something.”
“Ella, you know you can take a job at my company. I’ve told you that several times.” My brother struggles with the suitcase of shoes over the gravel-covered driveway.
“And you know why I can’t, David. What will it look like if you give me a job just because I’m your sister?”
“That I like to take care of my family?” He shoots me a confused look as if that answer is obvious.
“What it looks like is that your sister is too stupid to try and find a job on her own because she has no other skills than finding a man to take care of her. And what about whoever deserves that job more than I do?” There are plenty of graduating college students who would do better with that job than I would. It wouldn’t be fair for someone my age to deprive a young adult of that.
“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to start thinking of yourself for a change. It could be a temporary job until you find something you wholeheartedly want to do.” David nudges the front door open with his hip and drags the suitcase inside.
I’m greeted by wonderful hardwood floors and an interior that doesn’t look anything like a cabin. A chandelier hangs in the front foyer, and a little ahead, I see a marvelous staircase heading upwards to the exposed second floor, surrounded by wooden railings. The large living room connects to the foyer and splits into left and right to form a giant T. To the right is the dining room with tall windows overlooking a deck and the woods. To the left is the kitchen, outfitted with stainless steel appliances. If I were the cooking type, I would be more than happy with a kitchen like this.
I shake myself out of the awe I’ve fallen into at the place. This is more than a cabin in the woods, it feels like a five-star resort with how spotless and clean everything is. I’m in a moment filled with regret for asking my brother to let me stay here.
“Let me show you to your room.”
I smother it down, however; he was the one who offered to let me stay here in the first place. Backing out now would mean bothering my friends again and hauling that suitcase of shoes back down to the car. There’s no way I can put him through that again.
With hard efforts, we get all my luggage out of the trunk and inside the living room. David orders a pizza delivery before showing me the place and how everything works. A good thing too, because I didn’t have any dishes or cutlery of my own. Or towels. Thinking about what’s in my suitcases, I’m not as prepared as I thought I would be when I packed up and left my old home. I don’t know how I can ever pay my brother back for all his generosity.
“Unfortunately, you only get five channels up here, but there’s a rental place in town if you ever want to watch any movies.” David turns the TV on while I’m unpacking, only taking out the few things I’ll need tonight. I can do the rest tomorrow after a food night of sleep.
I’m in the middle of dealing with that dreadful shoe suitcase when there’s a knock on the front door. My stomach rumbles. I hope it’s the pizza.