Marrying My Cheated Ex's Boss Novels & Stories

Been out of work for just a week and already dreading being poor in case I never get another job. How did I lose my old job then? Well let's say, I had an affair with my former boss. Turns out he was secretly married with two kids. His wife found out before I did. The man ended it with me but couldn't cut me loose. 'She's one sure bet for this company when it comes to sales. I swear we are keeping it professional. I'll even transfer her office to another floor .' My former boss used these beautiful words to secure his marriage.

“Oh, but I absolutely have to. If I knew you would start a relationship with your boss, I would’ve bothered you for daily work updates.” “It's not happening.” I flip the mirror back up and lean back in the seat. “The less people know about what’s going on, the better. Being in a relationship with my boss reminds me of what Victor did…” Sophie scoffs and takes the twisting road that leads to the restaurant. “You’re far better than that piece of human filth. He cheated on you.” “With his manager, who was already married,” I say softly. Neon lights blur on either side of the road as we enter downtown. Sophie circles the block until she finds a parking spot near the restaurant.

I crawled between his legs, looked up at him, and took his thick cock into my mouth. This was only the beginning. My boss was going to ruin my marriage and breed me right here in his office. And I was going to let him.

I called over my shoulder as I slammed the door of his office. No matter what he said, I was determined I wasn't going to give in to him. I decided Maxwell wasn't the man for me and left him at the altar. I've decided Dante di Benedetto isn't the man for me too, and I'm sure as hell going to dish him the same. In the elevator, my phone pinged. It was a text from an unknown number, but the text itself made it clear who it was from. [Some business associates and friends would be coming over to my house around 4 to celebrate the marriage. Use the money for some nice dress. Take the rest of the day off. I expect you ready and waiting by then. I will pick you]

Those colleagues she treated as her real friends showed their true colors as soon as the two announced that they’re engaged. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and smiled bitterly, realizing how pathetic she truly was. “This contract agreement is just about you, living in my mansion as my wife and in return, you can use me, my wealth and my position as the CEO to get your revenge on your ex..”

Silvia found it hard to process what her boss was saying. They haven't ever had a close discussion other than this one time, and now he is asking her to marry him. She doesn't even know anything about her boss's lifestyle, his preferences, and anything he hates. “Did I say anything wrong?” Ralph noticed that Silvia was lost in her thoughts as she tried to unravel the mystery behind his request. After Ralph had a deep dig into his brain last night, he decided to propose a contract marriage to Rosaline.

I had told him to never speak to me again. I groaned and dropped backward onto the bed. "This marriage is a scam." The ceiling offered no sympathy. Neither did reality. Because sooner or later... I was going to have to leave this room. And face my pompous ex-boss. Maybe I could just go to his office. The thought made me pause. Actually... I could just send him a text. I picked up my phone. Then immediately put it back down. No. Absolutely not. His ego was already big enough.

I pushed it aside not wanting it to bother me. We spent the next few hours catching up with her and just enjoying her company. As the night went on, I realized I would have to leave soon so that I could get to work. How would I face Marcus after that heated conversation? I ran my palm over my face, frustrated as I entered the penthouse. 'Marcus Blinge, most eligible bachelor got engaged to Daisy Davis today....'

Forgettable. By night… I was his wife. His kept secret. His most favorite person in the world. Just as he made a turn onto the main road, I turned my face toward the window, letting the passing lights blur into soft golden streaks. We were married. And no one could ever know. Not yet. He tightened his grip on my fingers as the traffic light turned red. I glanced sideways. The man who could command boardrooms, crush negotiations, and fire someone with a single nod… was now sulking like a kid who wanted cuddles.

"Then he wasn't ready. And I stop pretending that changes anything." I hang up, standing in the garden with the decision made. The kitchen door opens. Melissa emerges—changed now, ready for her day. She stops when she sees my face. "Tell me you did the right thing. Not the easy one." She crosses to where I'm standing. Studies me with those eyes that see everything. "I just bet everything on Adrian not failing." My laugh comes out hollow. She takes my hand. Threads our fingers together. "That’s the Marcus I married." She kisses me—not the quick pecks I've gotten used to, but full, lingering.