Page 60 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

“Not bad at all, buddy, not bad this time. You just destroyed your desk and threw a chair through the wall. No one got hurt. What happened? What set you off? Someone did something to your woman?”

I shook my head, ashamed of myself. I haven’t lost control like that in years. I usually can control it before it takes over, but… I folded my fists and closed my eyes as I felt the adrenaline leave me.

“Hey, what is that look for? Whatever it is you’re thinking, don’t do it. Ah, not the fucking smile. If you do something stupid, I’m going back to working for your grandfather.” That made me laugh, as I’m sure he intended.

“Karen killed my mother.”

“Shit, you always said…damn. What’re you gonna do now?”

“What do you think I’m going to do?”

“Fuck, okay, how do you plan to do it?”

“No, that’s too easy.” Pain. I want her to feel pain like she’s never imagined existed.

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JUSTINE

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“What’s up with Marcus?”

“Why do you ask? Does it seem like there’s something wrong?” Now, if I explain that, then I’d have to explain why I think something is wrong.

“No, it’s nothing.”

‘Nothing, my ass. He damn near killed you two nights in a row.’

Did not?

‘Okay, Miss. Tippy Toe, Miss, ow-ow-ow.’

Justice is right. Not that I’m complaining; I mean, a broody, sex-crazed Marcus is hot, but I’d just like to know what has turned him into Venom. One minute, he’s my sweet, gentle giant, and the next, he’s a wild man.

‘I like wild man. He’s kinda beastly, and I’m not talking about when you two being nasty. I mean the way he be talking when he’s in his mood. ‘Because I said so. You’re not going there alone. You know, how he was laying down the law.’

Yes, I know, I was there. That’s what I mean. Usually, he’s bending over backward to please me, and the next, he’s all no, you can’t, no, you’re not. It’s like he doesn’t want me out of his sight the last few days.

The nights are the strangest. He lays there with me in his arms, just caressing me. Not in a sexual way, but as if he needs the contact. We can lay there and whisper for hours, but then when the lights go out, he becomes this wild, untamed beast and my body bears the love bites to prove it.

Good heavens. I actually felt a shiver run down my spine at the memory. No matter what Mo says, though, I’m pretty sure he’s got something heavy on his mind, and whatever it is, has made him terrified of something happening to me.

That’s the only reasonable conclusion I have drawn because he won’t let me out of his sight for more than a couple of minutes at a time, but when I mentioned it to him, he just hugged me hard but said nothing.

But it’s more than that; there’s something I can’t put into words; it’s just a feeling. I don’t feel danger to myself, well beyond having a sore cooch after getting pounded like a porn star, but I won’t complain about that either because he seems to need that closeness at night.

His actions are about to give me whiplash, though, because, in the morning, I might wake up with him between my legs, eating me out at his leisure, which, let me tell you, is not something I’d want to miss.

And when he’s done feasting between my thighs, he seems to search for and find every hickey he’d left on my body the night before and lick or soothe it with his tongue. At the office, he’d search me out in the middle of the day sometimes, or any time for that matter, and we’d give the couch a workout.

Those sessions are usually hard, fast, and to the point, where most of the time, I’m left fighting for my next breath and feeling like I got run over by a train, but in a good way. Sometimes, that can happen more than once throughout the day, according to his moods.

But like I said, it’s the nights that are really crazy, again in a good way. It seems as soon as our bedroom door closes anything goes. First, he’s the loving, kind husband who listens to my dreams and wishes and the things I want to do for the girls’ future.

I like those moments, especially when he gets so involved in what’s best for the girls. I tend to still plan things according to the lifestyle we had with Paul, not wanting to take anything for granted because now I have all this money at my disposal.

The truth is, I don’t want to seem ungrateful or like I’m just in it for the money. But for some reason, that pisses him off no end. But I’m still not sure if that’s what makes him fuck me into the mattress or if there’s something else going on in his head.

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