Page 56 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

I listened to her explain how turned on she gets from the pain of taking my cock. And how every time I make her wait days in between lovemaking, she aches.

“I didn’t know that. I thought I was looking out for you. I’ll tell you what; why don’t you tell me when it's too much.”

“That’ll work.” She got this smug look on her face, which pretty much said it would never happen, and I could live with that.

“I know I sprung this on you, the COO thing, but I know you can do it, and there’s no one else I’d rather run this company with.

“I like it; it’s growing on me. But there’s one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t need to wait a whole week to tell them about the new policies; I have them all worked out already.”

“Then call a meeting and tell them that.”

“Really? I don’t have to run it by you first?”

“No, I trust you. I think you’ll know when you need me and when you don’t.”

We were sitting on the couch in her office halfway decent, with her on my lap. It has been an eventful morning, to say the least. After dropping that bomb in the conference room earlier, we’ve been hiding out in here all day, having our own little celebration. I’d taken one call from Gramps because it was half-expected.

My sperm donor was complaining because, apparently, he was under the impression that he was getting his job back, but instead, I’d given it to my wife. Now, he wants to meet and talk, but it’s not time. As I’d told Gramps, I’ll decide when and if I want to talk to him.

Right now, I’m waiting to see what moves her ex and Melanie are gonna make, if any. I wonder if they realize I’m playing a game of cat and mouse with them while giving her back the power they so selfishly tried to take from her.

I would’ve left Melanie alone since I had no beef with her. She was a child when our parents did what they did to my mother, and even though we would’ve never been close or had any kind of relationship, sibling or otherwise, she wasn’t in the line of fire.

But knowing that she’s no better than her mother, just another homewrecker, I lost any sympathy I would’ve had for her. The fact that my wife is the woman she did that shit to makes it even worse for her.

I can bury both of them right now with what I know, but it’s not time for that yet either because I don’t want to be the one to do it; I want Justine to. She can have those two while I deal with the sperm donor and his side piece.

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JUSTINE

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‘Bitch, you might as well take your ass home because you ain’t getting no work done no way. Look at you laid out like a tarantula.’

Not now, Justice, I’m thinking.

‘What you thinking bout?’

How to word this new ethics policy. I don’t want Paul and Melanie to think I’m coming at them.

‘Girl, please, you got time to worry about them two? Fuck their shit up. You better than me because I’d a made flyers and posted them all over the building. I’d a tell everybody she got rot crotch syndrome and see how she could prance around like she’s hot shit. You know she was gunning for your man, don’t you?’

Who?

‘Girl, didn’t you see the way she was eating him with her eyes? That bitch is cock hungry. Or she got some weird fascination with the dicks you ride. All I know is she better not try it with her grasshopper-looking ass.’

How does a person look like a grasshopper?

‘Them long skinny arms and legs and that big ass head with her hair looking like fresh matted hell.’

Sorry, I asked.

Since Marcus had given me the go ahead, I sent out an email to all the department heads to meet me in the conference room after lunch. I felt sick to my stomach after and was almost in a panic. What if no one showed?

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