Marrying My Ex's Boss Novels & Stories

"Marry me." I stared at him. What did he just say? I must have misheard. "What?" ‎“Marry me. You'll be provided accommodation and everything you need. I'll cover all your father's medical expenses and a lump sum payment when we divorce." "I don't even know you." "You know I'm Logan's boss, which means I'm not a complete stranger and from the looks of it you need the money." He checked his watch. "The hospital will want payment information soon and the police will need to file their report about the accident."

Damian must have known that already, but here he was doing something that made me feel self-conscious. In my head, I was willing him to leave. I didn’t want my workmates to see me talking to the boss like we were friends. We are not. Yes, you are not friends because you married the man. His name might not be what was in the marriage certificate, but it was him you got married to that day. It was him you exchanged rings with and kissed thoroughly. My mind argued. I wanted to shut the image down, but I couldn't. The image was stuck in my head.

I’m not just marrying any stranger. I’m marrying my ex.

And now, she devoured and left clean a seafood platter and two T-bone steaks. Or maybe she was just hungry because of the long ride. Anyway, I’ll be more elated if she ever proved to be in a delicate condition. That will give me—us—a more solid reason to marry and to not let my father turn down our sacred union. “Oh, here he is!” Dad exclaimed. When I turned around, it’s as if the dormant fury inside me erupted like an active volcano. My anger simmered to its boiling point. Gerry Grace, my former employee, is casually traversing to our table, to where we are having our lunch in a form of a barbeque party.

But what I didn't know was that while I was posting photos of our extravagant celebration, Bernard was lying awake beside me, staring at the ceiling and wondering how he was going to explain to me that his ex-wife was now his boss and had complete control over the money we had just spent on our wedding. I had married a man who was no longer in control of his own company, and I had no idea that our fairy tale was built on a foundation that was already crumbling beneath us.

The weight of the betrayal hung over me, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mark’s face, his words cutting deeper than I ever imagined they could. It wasn’t until the following afternoon that something pulled me from my fog of sadness. My phone buzzed on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a message notification. I glanced at it absently, still reeling from the pain of the breakup, and then froze when I saw the name on the screen: Thomas. Thomas was my boss at Kensington Consulting, the company I had been working for over the last year. He was a reasonable man, but not someone I’d expected to hear from—especially not after what I’d just gone through.

Elle's POV It took a lot for me to show up at work the next day but I couldn't skip it, it was all I had going for me and I needed the money to begin my new life as a divorcee. One thing I was grateful for was that no one knew I was married at work and naturally no one knew I was recently divorced too. Plus Richard and his new mistress worked in a different department and we almost wouldn't cross paths except there was a general meeting which rarely happened. I was seated in my cubicle buried in office work and drowning in my sorrows when I began to hear the heated chatter from my colleagues.

Asher’s deep voice purred through the line. I closed my eyes, fighting irritation. “Boss, how many times must I tell you? We are not married. Please stop calling me ‘wife.’” “We’ll have proof next week.” “You’re really determined, aren’t you?” “Because it’s the truth. Just accept it. Shall I call the mayor?” “The mayor? What does he have to do with this?” “He officiated the ceremony.” My breath hitched. “Excuse me?” So that’s what I’d stumbled into. “Boss, I need to get back to work. Goodbye.” I hung up and gripped the railing. What have I gotten myself into?