Page 25 of His Vengeful Tradwife

I knew Mr. Perez was pissed, but I didn't expect him to take Amanda and I off a big ticket securities fraud case we'd been working on fornine goddamn months, or humiliate us in front of the entire office.

First, he called a mandatory, all-staff meeting to announce that Amanda and I were being taken off the case. Then, after a long and uncomfortable pause when everyone looked at us in stunned silence, he said he wanted to remind the entire office that unethical behavior was strictly forbidden and that sexual contact in our office space was both unhygienic and against company policy.

I thought we had been discreet, but the administrative assistant who loathed me and loved Tallulah must have somehow found out. The way Mr. Perez put it made it sound like we’d been fucking each other all over the company potatosalad. And that meant everyone at work avoided us. I felt fuckingradioactive.

James had been assigned to the case instead, and when I handed him the documents, the jackass smirked at me.

"Thanks for this, Maverick. You've done all the hard work already. What a pal."

I glared at him. "Fuck you."

James only smiled wider and emitted a grating high-pitched cackle. "I used to think you were the smartest guy in the office. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Guess you were just a dipshit who got lucky with a few easy cases."

Anger thrummed in my veins, but I ignored him, turning to go.

"Not even going to deny it? I guess you really can't, since it's obvious anyone who would divorce a goddess like Tallulah for some boring bitch like Amanda is a moron. But your loss is my gain."

I turned back in a fury.

"Stay the fuck away from my wife, James."

"Or what?" he asked cockily, putting his wingtips up on the desk and wiggling his eyebrows at me. “

"Or I'll fucking kill you," I snarled, rage pounding through me, tasting blood and iron in my mouth. I kicked James' chair, sending the other man tumbling over and onto the floor in an ungainly heap.

He began to curse me out, but I bit out my words over his complaints.

"I'm serious. If I see you anywhere near my property, I am going to break your fucking legs."

“Dumbass!” he yowled at me, but I knew he was too chickenshit to do anything about it.

Slamming the door behind me, I ran right into Amanda.

"What do you care if he's interested in Tallulah?" she asked, her eyes hard and accusatory.

She looked like she hadn’t slept well, her eyes red-rimmed, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that emphasized how pinched her face looked.

I ignored the question, darting my eyes around.

"We shouldn't be seen together at work. We’re already probably going to get fired."

"You have a bunch of retirement stock paperwork at my place you need to pick up," Amanda said resentfully. "And what's your plan for fixing our retirement accounts now that they tanked?"

I didn't give a shit about her retirement, but I guessed I should go get the paperwork so I could figure out how to get out of the hole I'd dug for myself.

"Let's take out stock in Tallulah's main sponsor," Amanda added sullenly. "At least that's one thing she won't tank. I didn't think she was smart enough to do something like that. At least I know her sponsor money will beoursonce you get divorced."

"Keep her name out of your mouth," I snapped harshly. "I'll come over after work. But I can only stay for a few minutes."

After going home to change, I went up to Tallulah as she moved easily around the kitchen in her little gingham dress and frilly apron.

She looked so cute, the way her dress was bouncy but still sexy, the shiny fabric clinging to the curves of her ass.

"I'm going to Amanda's," I said, desperately hoping she'd show a little jealousy.

Somethingto show she still gave a shit.

"Have fun," my wife said merrily, not even sparing me a glance as she babied her sourdough starter.

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