Page 48 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

‘Damn straight.’

You could’ve said something.

‘Would you have listened?’

It’s hard to say. If I’d known then what I know now, of course, I would’ve said no. But isn’t this the same? There are no guarantees with Marcus either.

“You’re nervous; there’s no need to be nervous. Tomorrow, your attorney will be here with something for you to sign. It’s something that will protect your future, you and your girls, or, if you’d like, our girls. Hopefully, that would put your mind at ease.”

Our girls! Please don’t break my babies' hearts. I’m already having a hell of a time explaining to them where Paul is and why he hasn’t been home.

‘Tell them the truth. He fucked off somewhere with that sea hag from hell, and he ain’t coming back. Good riddance to bad rubbish.’ I’m so happy that I’m the only one who can hear him.

JUSTINE

I know procrastination; I have lived with, dealt with, and fought against it throughout most of my marriage. What’s the opposite of procrastination? When Marcus says he’s going to do something I think he already has it halfway done before even mentioning it.

My lawyer turned out to be Caleb. He sat with me the next day in Marcus’ office and explained the prenup that Marcus had had his father draw up weeks ago.

I asked about conflict of interest, and that’s when I learned that Marcus had hired him for me, especially because his Dad’s firm handled all their family business, and now I’m part of that family, so I get my very own attorney. I’m still trying to figure this shit out.

I’m not dumb, though, so I knew the prenup was catered to me from point A to point B. He’d made every provision he could to make sure I felt safe and secure in the marriage. “Isn’t this a bit unfair to him?”

“No, it’s not. It’s what he wanted, and you’ll learn this as you go: he always gets what he wants, which for you is a good thing because he’s always going to put your wants and needs first. That’s the kind of man he is.”

“But I don’t understand; why would he give me the upper hand in all this?”

“Do you know anything about his parents’ divorce?”

“Not really, no; he never really talks about it with me.”

“Well, I’ll let him do the honors. Let’s just say that he learned how not to treat someone you’re supposed to have loved.”

“So, what happens now?”

“You sign, I keep a record, and you keep one as well.” He passed me the portion that needed my signature and I saw that Marcus had already signed. I don’t know; I think part of me still thought this was not real. I almost felt guilty for what was going on in my life.

My kids were thriving; they hadn’t had this much fun since, I don’t know, when. And it wasn’t just that Marcus was spoiling them; it’s the fact that he actually took time to play with and listen to them.

Have you ever tried having a conversation with a two-, four, and five-year-old? It’s exhausting as fuck. ‘Tell me about it. Whew, those little bastards can gab.’

Hush Justice and stop calling your nieces bastards. He mumbled something under his breath but kept his lips sealed for once. After Caleb left, Marcus returned from wherever he’d gone and handed me a cup of my favorite frappe from my favorite coffee place.

“You’re spoiling me.” And I’m afraid you’ll grow tired of doing it and stop.

“It’s coffee, not the Hope diamond.” He’s so blasé. That day, after he’d finished giving me the tour of his house, I thought for sure he’d drag me back to bed for seconds, but instead, he’d run me a bath and knelt next to the tub to wash me himself before we got dressed, and he went back to the office while I was sent home to rest.

Justice was very perturbed by this until Marcus explained that he knew I was still sore and anything we did would just be to please him, and there was no fun in that. Paul wanted to have sex a couple of weeks after a C-Section because there was no trauma to my vajayjay since I didn’t use it to give birth.

‘You’re gonna need to stop making these comparisons in your head. Paul is petrified dog shit that somebody forgot to clean up months ago. You can’t compare him to our good dick having Markie-Mark.’

That’s true, Justice. You’ve got a point. It’s like apples and oranges.

‘Listen, while we’re on the subject, you might want to go ahead and plan that wedding soon.’

Why?

‘Because those things that attacked your egg are doing some weird shit.'

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