Page 55 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

My dress was hiked up around my waist, and now he decided he wanted to unzip me and pulled it down off my shoulders. I soon learned why when he pushed my bra up over my tits and bit into one of my nipples. “Oh shit, oh fuck.” This room better be soundproof for real, or his entire staff just heard me cum.

PAUL

What the hell is happening? Have I lost it? That’s got to be it. I splashed more water on my face and stared at my image in the mirror. This isn’t exactly where I saw my life going when I started my affair. I didn’t expect my ex-wife to become so entrenched in my professional life, and what the fuck did he mean his wife? The ink wasn’t even dry on our divorce.

That bitch must’ve been cheating on me behind my back. No, wait, everyone knows Marcus the IV hadn’t been back in the country until roughly the week of that ill-fated party. So how did the two of them meet and become so close in that amount of time?

Where did they meet? There’ve been whispers that he’d been spotted at the party for a short time and those who thought they’d seen him weren’t too sure that it was him because the person had left not long after being seen and they didn’t really get a good look at him.

If he was at the party, then he’d have to know that I was seeing his sister. So why did he go after my ex? I kicked the trash can and punched the wall, which only hurt my hand but did nothing for the growing pain in my gut.

No wonder she has such expensive shysters representing her. How had she done it? How had she made her way into his bed? That slut! Bitch! She’s been playing me all along. How dare she? I can’t let this stay like this. No one is going to make a fool of me and get away with it.

I’ll make her pay, one way or another. The only thing is that I’d already given her what she wanted because I thought as long as she was saddled with my kids, she wouldn’t have time to run around finding another man. I figured once things had calmed down and she was no longer mad about the divorce, she and I could work out some kind of friends-with-benefits situation.

I know plenty of married men who have a sweet setup like that. They trade the old frumpy wife in for a newer model, and every once in a while, just to show who’s in control, they either bribe or scare the ex into going to bed with them. Justine has always been a good lay. In fact, she’s way better than Melanie, but she doesn’t have Melanie’s money and connections.

There’s another way, though. She’d kinda screwed me with the custody thing, but Mom still has rights to those kids. This state has grandparents’ rights. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I left the bathroom with a smile and feeling much better.

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MELANIE

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He’s married? Marcus is married? And to her? He’s never even given me the time of day. I’ve been his little sister for fifteen years, and he never once acknowledged me; how could he marry her?

Not only that but he gave her my job, my title. I was going to be the COO once Grandpa retired, which he should’ve done long ago since he’s already eighty years old. Dad was going to be the CEO, and I was going to be his right-hand man.

But now I know why Grandpa didn’t retire when he was supposed to. He’s been waiting for Marcus to return and take over. But even so, shouldn’t I, as his sister, get that position? How could he give it to her, a stranger?

She knows nothing about the business. She’s a fucking housewife who couldn’t even keep her husband. How is she supposed to run a Fortune five-hundred company? She didn’t even go to school for business; I did.

No, I can’t let this happen. I’ve got to find Mom. If she were here, none of this would be happening. Dad wouldn’t have lost his job because she never would’ve let it stand, and I wouldn’t be here bawling my eyes out. She’d promised me that this would be mine after Dad died.

It's the reason she’d set her sights on Dad in the first place. She knew that I would either grow up to marry his son or become his daughter; either way, I would have a foothold in the company. Her first plan never worked out because Marcus had disappeared right after the wedding. That was the night his Mom died.

No one had seen or heard from him since, and everyone was under the impression that his grandparents had cut him off and disowned him, even though it was never official. So it had all been a lie. All these years, while they pretended indifference, they were still in contact with him.

No wonder they took so many trips to out-of-the-way places. We never paid close attention because we didn’t care. With them out of the way, we were free to do as we pleased. But while we were happy living with scraps, they had already planned to give the whole company to Marcus.

I tried calling Mom again, and for the hundredth time, it went to voicemail. Where the hell is she? Why did she have to choose now to go away to that stupid place that didn’t allow phone calls?

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MARCUS

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“I hate having to wait to fuck you.”

“Who asked you to?”

“What? I see the way you walk after.”

“But I like it; it’s a sweet kind of pain.”

“Tell me more.”

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