Ex-Husband Magazine: Issue 1 by TG Cooper

Author:TG Cooper
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Surrender Media
Published: 2022-02-19T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

Malorie tuned in to watch. Nora was raiding a monastery or something in the living room, chopping up more people with her ax. So, Malorie had retreated to her bedroom and was idly watching Larry while paging through Ex-Husband Magazine, plotting the next changes.

Larry ended up having two glasses of wine, popping some Benadryl he’d stashed in his purse, and then sleeping through most of the flight. He’d timed the flight back so he’d get into NYC around 6, so he got through customs and found himself climbing out of an UBER at his apartment building around 8. It was a very different Larry who stood in front of his building on the Upper West Side than the one who’d left, and standing there in his dress and heels, clutching his purse, he decided he would just have to face the music. Pulling his suitcase along, the sound of the wheels rolling across the pavement joining the incessant clicking of his high heels, he walked up to the door man, who stood near the brass doors, under the awning.

Mario looked down at the woman approaching him. I’d do her body, he thought, checking out her legs, but she’d have to wear a bag over her head. Must be a visitor, he decided. She looked familiar. He prided himself on remembering names, and it annoyed him he couldn’t recall this one, though he knew her for sure.

“Hey, Mario,” the woman said in a deep, rough voice, and Mario made the connection.

“Larry?” He said in shock.

“Yeah, yeah,” Larry said, not even bothering to hide his embarrassment. “I know. Been a long day, how about just letting me in?”

“Sure thing, Larry,” Mario said, recovering himself and going to open the door, holding it as he always did for his residents. “How was the trip?”

“How the hell do you think?” Larry said, his old self winning the fight for a change.

“Well, welcome home.”

Larry didn’t answer. He went to the elevators, just hoping not to see anyone else. It was a rare win for him when he managed to make it to his apartment without running into anyone he knew, and as soon as he slammed the door behind him he sighed with relief, slipping out of his pumps and massaging his calves.

Malorie chuckled. He never had appreciated the sacrifice a woman made when she wore heels, and he had constantly demanded she wear them. Well, now the Jimmy Choos were on the other little foot!

Larry had put together an extremely masculine apartment– dark wood panels, bourbon colored leather furniture, a full bar, humidor, and the heads of various animals he’d claimed to have hunted perched high on the walls, looking down at it all. Larry’s fantasies of returning to a masculine identity returned. Yes. He was back in his man cave, and he would smoke a cigar, drink some whiskey that would burn as it went down his throat like fire and he would load up some nasty porn and get himself off.

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