Page 3 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

Besides, I don’t think running off to Europe without a suitcase was a good idea. I can’t act the way I used to when I was a kid because I have responsibilities and shit, but that’s exactly where I was planning to go.

It's been a while since I got on a plane and went anywhere other than Disney, so that would’ve been great, but common sense prevailed.

I was shaking so hard it was a wonder I didn’t side swipe someone, but I knew it was safe to be on these streets this time of night because no one ever took these back roads after dark.

There are no houses, no streetlights for miles, and just peace and quiet. So even though I was tipsy, I wasn't dumb enough to put my life or anyone else’s in jeopardy.

I find the car is one of the best places to have a bitch fest with myself, and since I hadn’t had time to tell anyone about my upcoming divorce, it was just me and Justice for now.

This all started with a visit to the doctor. Something didn’t feel right down there, and I had a sneaky suspicion, but before I blamed anyone without proof, I had to go get checked out.

There were no other signs that my husband was cheating. He worked late more often than not, but that was to be expected with his job, and I never made any bones about it.

As a stay-at-home wife and mother, I took my position seriously. Only one of my kids had started school, and the other two were still home with me all day, so I had graphs and charts mapped out to make our family life run as smoothly as possible.

I made sure I was never too tired to fuck, and never nagged him about money or anything else because this is what I signed up for when I agreed to stay at home with the kids.

When the nurse at the doctor’s office called me with the results, I sat and breathed deep for a few seconds. My children were in the house running around and getting into shit; I couldn’t light the shit on fire.

Then I went into his home office, where he hates for me and the kids to go, and went through all his shit. That’s where I found the receipts and the burner phone.

I logged into his computer using the password the asshole hadn’t changed since college, and there it was. The whole sordid affair. I emailed everything to myself and didn’t even try to hide it, then set the rest in motion.

I called the babysitter and told her what I wanted, then left the house as soon as she arrived. Some of the shit those two said about me in their text messages would play really well in a courtroom when I take him for everything he’s got.

Now, I was heading to the beach house because I needed a weekend to myself so I could think and regroup because the only thing I knew for sure was that I was getting a divorce.

I might have swallowed cheating if he had come clean and we had counseling, but the disrespect of him talking about me behind my back with another woman is something I won’t tolerate. Who the hell am I kidding?

After finding out he’d been fucking around, I would’ve Lorena Bobbitt his ass if he came anywhere near me with this nasty flea-infested dick.

That asshole had the nerve to talk about how my body had changed since college like he’d remained the same. That hairless fucker. I gave him three kids, and he wanted me to look and act like a twenty-year-old. I’ve had three C-sections; my cooch is still tight.

Meanwhile, that slag he’s screwing around with has fucked everything from the first floor to the director’s office. I shoulda pushed them all out ass first since he seems to like loose pussy.

I was so lost in my head it took me a while to realize that the same car had been following me for the last hour or so. I was close enough to the house, but I didn’t want to make the turn so whoever it was would know where I was going.

I would be all kinds of stupid if I pulled up to an unlit beach house in the middle of the night with some stranger behind me. But what the hell am I supposed to do with this?

I pointed a gun at him, and he laughed. I know, crazy, but I’ve never met his kind before.

MARCUS

I sat back in the driver’s seat and kept my hands on the steering wheel while she waved her cute little pistol around in my face. Another time, I’ll show her how easy it is for me to disarm her, but we’ve only just met, it’s not quite the right time to be giving up state secrets.

“You’re absolutely right. I am following you. I followed you from the ballroom back at the hotel.”

“Why?” Now, how do I answer that? I can’t come right out and tell her she made me hot, and I wanted to fuck. Most people aren’t really down with my straightforward approach to life.

“Let’s just say I like your style. I’m going to reach for my wallet in the console; keep the gun on me.” I reached for my wallet and passed her my ID. I even turned on the searchlight on my phone so she could see.

“Devereaux, why does that name sound familiar?”

“Maybe because you just crashed their corporation’s party.”

“You’re related to the Devereaux family?”

“Yes, ma’am, I am. The one and only grandson.”

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