Page 61 of The Deadbeat DILF
I nodded.
“I got an interview,” he said. “It’s a great company, and they’re interested in me because of my past experience. The role would involve me working on the business side of the company, rather than doing manual labor.”
“Oh my god,” I said, sitting up. “Robert, that’s huge.”
He gave me a shy smile. “If I get it, it would be a big change. I really want it.” He kissed my shoulder. “I wouldn’t have applied for it if I hadn’t met you. But seeing your ambition reminded me of my old dreams.”
“They’d be idiots not to hire you,” I said. “When’s the interview?”
“Next week,” he said.
“We can do practice interviews together,” I said.
He grinned. “Sure. But I might not be able to focus. You’ll ask me about my strengths and weaknesses, and all I’ll think about is how much I want to kiss you.”
I laughed, my cheeks going pink.
“I hope I get the job,” he said. “I want to spoil you. I want to be your equal.” He paused. “It’ll be tough, since paying Emily alimony eats up half of my earnings, but if I work hard enough, I’ll get there.”
I froze. “Wait. You’re paying Emily alimony?”
He nodded.
“And the alimony’s half your earnings?”
He listed the figure, and my jaw almost dropped. “It was all worked out by Emily’s lawyers,” he explained, waving a dismissive hand. “That’s the standard amount for alimony.”
I wasn’t an expert in family law, but that didn’t sound right.
“Don’t worry about it,” Robert said, cupping my face. “I’m going to figure it out. I want to put in the work for you and for myself.”
It was hard to keep thinking about divorce law when he gazed at me like that, like I was a work of art to be admired. I rested my forehead against his, letting him sweep me into a passionate kiss that made the rest of the world fade away.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The rest of the evening was magical. We cooked dinner together, and Robert teased me about the way I diced onions. While eating, I thanked him for the book he’d bought me as a gift. He’d said it was nothing, but I insisted it was thoughtful. I asked him how he knew I liked that author, and he said he’d noticed I owned a lot of her books.
Later, we watched a movie while curled up on the couch together, Robert’s arm around me. He showed me one of his favorite films — an action movie from the nineties. To be honest, I barely remembered what the movie was about. I just enjoyed the comfort and peace of being in the company of someone I loved.
We showered together, which ended with us fucking quick and dirty against the bathroom wall. Then, just before bed, Robert made me a cup of green tea, just the way I liked it.
Afterward, we turned all the lights off and lay in bed together, Robert’s body heat cocooning me in warmth. Soon, I heard his breathing slow, but I couldn’t fall asleep.
I kept heard Robert’s voice from our conversation earlier.Paying Emily alimony eats up half of my earnings.
That nagged at me, like an itch I couldn’t scratch. It just didn’t seem right. Robert had given her the house, and from what I remembered when I visited Mike’s home in college, it was a gorgeous place in a good neighborhood. Robert had also given her half of his share of the company. Now, on top of that,he was paying a ridiculous amount of alimony. He’d been living paycheck to paycheck, and almost ended up homeless, and yet he was still giving his ex-wife money.
Something was wrong. I’d never heard of such an exploitative divorce settlement in my life.
Eventually, I fell asleep. When I woke up, gentle morning light streamed into the room. I stared up at the ceiling, still thinking about the alimony.
The thoughts wouldn’t go away unless I did something about it.
“Morning,” Robert mumbled sleepily once the sunlight washed over the bed, waking him up.
“Can I see all the legal documents for your divorce?” I asked him.
Robert blinked a few times, processing my words before giving me a confused look. “You want to look over them?”
