Page 22 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

We walked down a long carpeted hallway to the doors at the end, and someone rushed to open them for him. I noticed that he took the time to say thank you to the gentleman, which I did as well, before we walked into a room full of people already seated around the big ass table in the middle of the room.

One of those people was Paul, and the other was Melanie. There was a hush and then a lot of murmurs as we walked to the head of the table. A door opened behind us, and an elderly gentleman with a shock of white hair and Marcus’ face came strolling in.

“Morning, everyone, remain seated.” He motioned for them to sit down with his hand, then walked over and placed his hand on Marcus’ shoulder. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet my grandson, the new CEO of Deveraux Incorporated.”

That set off a maelstrom of whispers and surprised looks, which both Marcus and his grandfather ignored. “I’m handing over the reins, son. Your grandmother and I will be on the yacht for the next month or so, so I won’t be reachable.”

A man who I later recognized as Marcus’ dad called after his father and was ignored. “Hello, everyone. Marcus Devereaux iii, you’re fired. Your office should’ve been packed up by now. Security will see you out. Everyone else, we’ll meet back here later in the week. If anyone wants to see me or contact me in any way, you must go through her.” He pointed at me, and Paul and Melanie looked as if they were ready to commit murder.

“This is my new executive assistant, Ms. Justine. She’s having a name change soon, or so I hear, so there’s no need to know her last name right now.” I could tell those two wanted to say something, but they didn’t dare, and some of the people from last Friday were putting two and two together, and that just started a whole other round of murmurs as they left the room.

His dad tried talking to him, but he just walked right by him as if he wasn’t there, and I wish I had that kind of guts. ‘I think our mother gave birth to the wrong twin. You don’t know what the hell to do with all this power and fuck hot sexiness. A wise girl knows her limits. A smart bitch ain’t got none.’

Okay, Ms. Monroe.

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‘Yeah, tell me how you want it

Three, two, one, camera rolling

Do it slow motion

Real bitch, them other hoes phony

All that big talk, Latto put 'em on it

I'm just being honest: lingerie Dolce

Blindfold, tie me to the bed while we role-play

Can't skip foreplay, kill the pussy, cold case

I'm a boss bitch, but tonight, we do it your way

Bad bitch, I could be your fantasy

I can tell you got big dick energy.’

Justice, where did you hear that song?

‘Bitch where you think? Now see, that’s why that man left you. He knew you were popping shit about his dick whenever you blasted that song.’

I never did it around him.

‘So you think. Little dick men always have a lotta women because they got something to prove. Big dicks like our new Daddy is satisfied with one good hole that hits just right. Don’t worry. I’ll remind you how it’s done as soon as the ink dries on your divorce.’

Justice slutty college days are rearing their head. I know as soon as he starts singing shit that, he’s up to no good. Who knows what the hell he’ll do next? ‘You know damn good and well what we doing next.’

What?

‘Let’s play a game. Let’s make Daddy crazy before D-Day.’

D-DAY?

‘Yeah, dick day, keep up. Anyway, tease him every chance you get, but don’t make it obvious. Why the hell you blushing?’

“Justine, baby. I mean, Justine. Can you come in here a minute?”

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