<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2c/18/b8/2c18b84237b7f30023e1240321ef96b3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance of the House | On the Stairs<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> A robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/51/9c/1b/519c1be6a3c358a6846134661c9410a1.jpg) <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Grinch (https://66.media.tumblr.com/409b2967746caee60368a8297151c1a4/tumblr_myckldVOnf1rawb5do1_500.gif) (Erica Everett), Stephanie Landry, Aaron King <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable </span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Fucking hell,”James swore loudly, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. “The Grinch, herself, has decided to pay me a visit.” Despite the content of his words, there was a broad, almost boyish smile forming at his mouth. He walked down the stairs, taking another drink of his scotch, in order to properly greet Erica, his ex-wife. Like always, coming face to face with her never failed to stir up memories; some bad, others good.  <br/><br/>Erica was his first wife and longest marriage to date. His mother, if still alive, would take the opportunity to reinforce the scowling woman had been his only wife. The rest were mere play toys that failed to hold his attention for longer than a few years or so. <br/><br/>James did not blame Erica for leaving him. At least, not anymore. When he first learned of her intentions to divorce him, his anger consumed his mind until he sought to inflict pain upon her, rip everything from her hands, including their young son. It did not matter to him that he was the one who constantly spat upon their most sacred vows and failed to be much of a husband to her. <br/><br/>He honestly did not know what he had been thinking during that period of time. The divorce proceedings were a blur of pain and guilt. Something which threatened to morph into hatred when the fate of their son’s future was placed upon the table. At some point, against his lawyer’s advice, he came to his senses and yielded to her demands rather than continue to fight against them. He did so for his son’s sake as their constant bickering infected him as well. He thought Erica would strike him where it hurt most by taking sole custody. <br/><br/>After all, in some ways, he was an unfit father. He drank entirely too much and was often surrounded by people of questionable backgrounds. However, when she had the opportunity to strike, she did not remove his ability to visit and take part in his son’s upbringing. They fought after that but he liked to believe the worst was behind them. <br/><br/>“A man shouldn’t have to wear pants in his own home,” he commented back to her with a playful wink, knowing how she detested when he flirted, even lightly with her. Bending down, he kissed her lightly upon the cheek, his freshly shaven cheek bumping slightly against hers. “Don’t be fickle, Ms. Everett. I’m sure you will find someone eager to help you remove that lovely dress later.” Only at her hand’s gesture did James realize she was not alone. His gaze remained deceptively carefree as he turned his attention to the young man at her side and extended his hand for a handshake. “I didn’t realize my wife…” It slipped out before he could even think about it. “Forgive me, ex-wife. I didn’t realize she’d already found someone. There’s 7-Up in the fridge.”<br/><br/><em>The place looks amazing. You’ve outdone yourself, yet again! </em><br/><br/>Thank God for distractions. He abandoned Erica’s side, moving at a leisurely pace rather than outright fleeing, to move nearby the exuberant young lady. Extending his hand, he offered her his cigar. <br/><br/>“You haven’t seen the half of it yet.” A laugh escaped escaped him before he gave her a firm slap on the ass to give her encouragement to explore rather than remain standing still. “I know you aren’t waiting for permission.” </span>