Page 8 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

“By the way, we need to come up with a strategy before the weekend is over.”

“A strategy? For what?”

“Your divorce, of course. I can’t have my woman being married to some other guy.”

Looky here Justice, see what you brought home? When are you gonna stop picking these fucking freaks?

MARCUS

“Don’t freak out, and don’t think I’m nuts; I just like doing shit as it comes; otherwise, there are too many options to choose from. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this all night, and the way I see it, I’m not gonna fire them right away.”

“You?”

“Yeah!”

“I thought you didn’t work for the company?”

“I didn’t used to, but Gramps decided he was ready to retire.”

“But why not your Dad? Shouldn’t he be next in line?”

“He should, but he’s not. That’s what being the heir apparent means.”

“I know, I just always thought that it meant after your father was…. Never mind. Wait a minute, did you say you’re not gonna fire them?”

“That’s right, if I fire him now while you go through your divorce, he’d have no income, which means no alimony and limited, if any, child support.”

“Oh, you’re right. I didn’t think of that.”

“Yeah, like I said, I’ve been up all night thinking. Let me grab you some eggs.” I got up and plated the veggie cheese omelets for both of us, along with toast and fried potatoes. She looked at her plate suspiciously, then took a bite. Her eyes closed, and she moaned the way I imagined she would during sex.

Down boy. Let Daddy do his thing. “You’re gonna want to stop doing that right about now.”

Her eyes opened, looking dreamy and ready to fuck. Damn, from an omelet? I wonder what she’s gonna look like when I cup those plump breasts of hers while stroking into her pussy slow and deep?

“You can cook!”

What? Snap the fuck out of it, Marcus. Do not fuck this up. If you fuck her now, she’s gonna look back on this day with guilt. And you’re no poacher. You’ve gone without pussy for long periods of time before, and it didn’t hurt you any.

That’s what my head was saying, but my dick was on some put-me-in-coach shit. Listen, you two gonna have to get together and figure this shit out.

I say the ball is in play, and we’re in the clutch.

No, hold out for love, boss. It’ll be more beneficial in the end.

Okay-okay. My heart is a bitch.

He’s no fun, that’s for sure.

Tell me about it. What was it she’d just said? Oh yeah, cooking.

“Yes, I can, but we’ll get back to that later. I’m thinking I’ll do some digging to see if your ex-husband has any hidden investments or offshore accounts. We wanna make sure you and your girls get everything you’re due.”

“How did you know I had girls? Wait, did you use to be a lawyer or something?”

“I’m a little bit of everything, but listen. I’m thinking, while the divorce is going on, we’re gonna fuck with them.”

“How?”

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