Page 23 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

“Yeah, sure.”

‘Don’t go in there blushing like that. Looking a damn Pekingese.’

JUSTINE

I walked into the office after bitching Justice into submission. “Yes, sir?”

“Ooh, no, not here. Don’t do that, don’t call me sir here.”

“Ooookay!”

‘Spank me, Daddy.’

Hush!

“Oh, yes, um, I’m sorry, Mr….”

“Marcus, you can call me Marcus when it’s just us two. You can call me whatever you like to the others here.”

“Okay, Marcus, was there something you wanted?”

“Yes, I made reservations for five at the Boomboz for six.”

“Okay! Wait, isn’t that a kid’s restaurant?”

“It is, yes. Don’t worry, you and Monique are going with the girls. It’ll give them a chance to get out of the house and have some fun before their world gets turned upside down.”

‘Now see this shit right here, this is the shit that gon have you popping out one two three four ten-eleven of his lil big head children.

Not now, Justice, I’m at work.

“Baby, why are you gritting your teeth and talking out the side of your mouth?”

‘JUSTINE! Bitch what the actual fuck are you doing? Why you standing in front our daddy looking like you got a mild case of Tourette’s? I’ll choke you out right here, right fucking here. In this bitch looking like Rain Man.’

I’ve never been so mortified in my life.

‘Who you about to blame for this shit? What you should be focusing on is how you’re supposed to be treated. He made reservations for your badass heathen kids to go eat, and he ain’t even their dad.’

‘Take notes for the next one because I know you gon fuck this up. You can’t handle all that, man. But I swear on my mama, if you break up before you get that dick, I will make your life a living hell.’

I just rolled my eyes and went back to my desk. It seemed as soon as I sat down, the doors opened, and his father walked in and tried walking by me. “Excuse me, sir.”

“Don’t get in my way, little girl.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to go in without being announced.”

I got up and stood in his way. He leaned into my face so I could see the little specks in his pupils. I don’t know what his intent was when he smiled sinisterly at me, but before he could do whatever it was, he was being pushed back into the wall, and Marcus was standing between the two of us.

“Don’t you ever fucking dare.”

‘Nine-one-one man down a bitch in distress.’

Justice? I think Justice passed out.

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‘No-no-no-no, where has he been all my life?’ Justice was laid out on the psychiatrist's couch, having a fit.

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