After a face surgery, I revenge on my Ex-husband

“Why should I give you my phone? You have no reason or right to want to see my phone,” I cried as he stretched his hands with my phone in his.

“Give me my phone!!” I mumbled as he held my hands firmly. “Who is Addams?” he asked looking at me.

“Someone who once gave me creeps,” I smiled, my heart began beating slowly and I closed my eyes. “He gave you creeps? Why are you smiling so good? I have never seen you smile this way?” his tone emitting jealousy as he dropped the phone aside.

“Am I? Means you haven’t seen me happy before. Can you now hand over my phone to me please?” I rolled my eyes and he began to read out the contents of the message.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“You are the most beautiful woman, I have ever set my eyes on. I love you and I want to see you by my side every day. I look at the picture we took the other day on the show and it gives me happiness every time I see it,” I smiled as the president read and gave amusing and questioning looks with every sentence he made.

“What?” the president exclaimed. “I’ll do anything in my power to make you mine and see you smile, text me when you see this, even if you don’t, just drop a heart.”

“Okay I will,” I muttered sarcastically and crossed my legs as I watched the president’s expression go low.

“Who in the world is this Addams?” he asked rhetorically and I giggled silently.

“Are you scared?” I muttered looking deep into his eyes and grabbing his chin. “I’m sober, I don’t want no eyes lurking around your life,” his voice was low and his eyes fixed with mine as his hands touched my lap.

“What’d you expect from having the most ugly woman?” I sarcastically replied and pressed his nose slightly.

“So are you going to send him a reply?” he asked asking one word at a time. Pouting my lips, I replied, “Yeah… why do I feel like you are jealous?” I asked and he passed the phone over to me but held it back.

“I ain’t giving the phone back to you. I’ll be in custody of the phone,” how voice icy as he spoke.

“Jealousy and I hope you are joking. Now can you pass my phone over to me?” I asked politely and stretched my hands over to his side.

“I’m not jealous and I am not giving the phone over to you. Not for now, I’ll have to go through your messages,” the president said and I folded my arms.

“Are you insecure? Now, give me back my phone before I get pissed off. This is not something I’ll expect from you, give it to me now!” I said, my voice spitting out anger and frustration and the president let out a soft laugh.

“So this means I can’t get my privacy anymore? Look, give me my phone. I’m done with all this,” I screamed on top of my voice and the driver looked at us from the rear window.

“You are fired!” the president said and the driver turned to us, “Oh am I?” the driver muttered and the president shot a glare at him.

The car halted and the driver opened the car door and shut it back, leaving the key on the steering and the president opened his mouth in surprise and furrowed his brow.

“Make sure you get him for me, and there, you drive!” the president said to the guard who sat in front of the car.

Obediently, the guard stepped out of the car and turned to the driver seat, clicking on the car then he heated the engine while on the other hand, I tried so hard to suppress my laugh.

“I know you wanna laugh, just spill it out and I’ll smack your head and your ass next,” he said, I didn’t know if he was angry or not as I couldn’t read his tone.

“Can you give me my phone?” I lowered my voice and placed my hands on his lap and rubbed it slowly and he smiled without a word to me.

With the anger boiling in me, my hands walked it’s way down to his shorts and he whispered, “Don’t do this here, I know you want this so bad and I’m going to give it to you my baby.”

The words from him burned my ears like an acid. If only he knew I didn’t want to play with his wood but !!

“Are you sure you don’t want to do this right here? You’ll have to obey me this time and there’s nothing you can do about it,” I giggled softly as my hands worked their way perfectly to his crotch my eyes watched eyes shut and I glared at the guard driving as I caught him peeping then he quickly averted his eyes.

“I need you soon, drive faster!” the president muttered shamelessly and the speed of the vehicle increased.

“Are you listening to yourself? Drive speedily like your life doesn’t matter?” I asked humorously and the president replied, “Why should I think about that when you have my life in your hand”

“I could kill you right now because you have my own whole life in your hands too. Now hand over my phone to me or you’ll regret what I’m going to do to you.”

“I wanna regret it, honey,” the president muttered with a laugh and I shook my head.

“Last time, give my phone back to me!” I uttered and he shook his head.

“Do your worst, you can threaten me as you like, I don’t care,” he said, shutting his eyes and slouching on the car seat while I watched him.

With anger, I grabbed his balls and squeezed it like an orange and the president groaned and flung my hands and my phone fell off from his hands to my side.

My heart thumped with fear as I hurriedly put the phone inside my bag. “You can drop me off by the roadside, I don’t care. You have done enough already for today,” I said, turning my head to the window.

“You know what? I like what you just did. Grabbing my balls without me knowing and almost breaking them like an egg. I know you are scared, hehe,” he chuckled silently and I laughed at his words.

“I said I am tired of what you are doing to me. I’ll leave and I’m letting you know now, so you don’t have to be surprised again.”

The president snapped back at me, “And who in the world said I don’t like surprises? Look here, I don’t like boring women and am thankful you are not boring but also courageous to forcefully try to break the balls of the president whom everyone in this state is afraid to come close to. Come here, you ain’t going anywhere,” he said grabbing me closer to himself While I pushed away his hands from me.

From the side of my eyes, I could see him watching me with a smile on his face. Rolling my eyes, I muttered in my head, “Acts like a simp. The fuck?”

“Tell me what do you want? I want to get you something,” he broke the silence in the car and I looked at him. “I need nothing but myself. I need to get out of your sight! Why in the world am I even telling you this?” I lifted my hands, gesticulating as I spoke.

“You know another reason why I love you?” he asked and scratched his head slightly, “You are dramatic,” he chuckled at the end and I hissed and crossed my legs.

The president continued to talk while I kept my mouth shut without saying anything to him. As we arrived home, inside the house, Jayden sat on the couch mad looked up at us as we came inside.

“Jayden my son!” the father exclaimed, like a drunk person, and laughed funnily with a smirk on his face.

Jayden kept mute and gave me a questioning look, “Come with me Ava,” the president commanded and I nodded while Jayden looked at me with shock on his face.

Walking behind the president, I followed him to his room and he held me by my shoulder, “Don’t be scared of anything okay? He is my son, he can’t do anything to you. I love you and I’ll treat you better.”

I shook my head and sighed inwardly, “He is your son but you choose to treat him this way? So toxic!” I said in my head.

Stretching his arms wide he muttered, “Come give me a hug,” and I walked slowly and hurried myself in his arms with guilt panging through me.

Freeing myself from the hug, I coughed and let out, “Um, I need to go and do some stuff real quick,”

The president shook his head and I turned my back and left the room. My head was like it was set ablaze as I walked down the staircase to see if Jayden was still sitting by the living room

He lifted his head to and looked at me and lifted his two hands as if he was asking why.

“Hey Jayden,” I greeted, breaking the ice in the air and he beckoned on me to come and sit next to him. “Why did you do what you did?” he asked as I sat beside him.

“What’d I do?” I replied faking innocence and he touched my cheeks while I pushed his hands away. “You want to act like you don’t know what I am talking about?” he asked and I shot back at him.

“What the fuck in the world are you talking about? Oh, you want to act like you really care? I was done with you and look here, do you know you put me in trouble and used me as a bait for your father because he found out?” I whispered in his ears and he touched his lips and scratched his head while he opened his mouth to talk.

Without waiting to hear a response from him, I continued, “You know what you only cared about? Getting your money and getting down on me. That’s the only thing that mattered. I love your dad and if that’s what you want to talk about, just box it in. You’ll heal. Even though you had no wonder but certainly you will heal my dear.”

I stood up from the chair and he held my hands while I turned my neck to look at him and my hair covered my face, “What does my father have that I don’t have?”

“He has love for me but you don’t have that Jayden!” I replied and Jayden shot back at me.

“Do you know what love is? Love is fiction from your side and anyway. Good for you. I’ll heal and I pray your conscience lets you too. I’m out of here, I can’t keep seeing rubbish. I only wanted to speak with you to clear the air but now, I am done, I’ll leave. Enjoy my dad and I hope he treats you better and loves you. Just like you said he does.” Jayden replied and I turned to him

“Thank you, and you too,” I chuckled and walked away from him. Walking into my room, I placed my two hands on the wide mirror in my room and looked down at the table mirror while my hair flowed down.

“Am I slowly becoming the devil?” I asked in my head and the door creaked open to the president walking in. Anger in me boiled and I walked towards him.

“Why are you in my room? Please leave me the fuck alone!!!! I don’t want to see you or your son or anyone of you I want to be alone!!!!!” I screamed on top of my voice, trailing my hands on my head and I could hear the president say.

“But my wood doesn’t want to be alone!”