Romans & histoires Marrying My Ex's Boss

I trailed off, biting my lip. “And, well... what?” she pressed. “I think I’m falling for him,” I admitted softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Meera’s eyes widened, and for once, she was speechless. “I know it’s crazy,” I continued, rushing to fill the silence. “He’s my boss and my ex. After everything that happened between us back then... and now? It’s a mess. This whole thing is completely unprofessional. But I can’t stop thinking about him. And after... after the other night, I don’t know what to do.”

So that fucker didn’t marry her, or they got divorced in between those seven years. “I’m good. I just came from the meeting. Maybe we should catch up sometimes.” Fuck no. “Boss, we’re running late on your date.” Remind me to give an extra bonus to Lynx. I didn’t want to make the situation more awkward, like running into your ex, who broke your heart kind of shit. Her expression changed. “So you’re seeing someone.” “Yeah. I was about to pick her up. She’s in this building.” I pointed at the building behind me.

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 chuckle "She's my wife now" It takes a second for the words to sink in. Then the explosion hits. “You piece of shit! What the fuck did you do? Melody!” His voice is high, panicked. “Melody, baby, don’t do this. Don’t listen to him. He’s lying. It was a bachelor party and I didn’t mean any of it. You don’t even know this guy!” He must have forgotten that I was his boss for a slight moment. “She's no longer yours and in case you don't know, you no longer work for me.”

The honeymoon fund we'd started in a shared account, his name primary, access we'd never discussed. Two hundred forty-seven dollars and sixty six cents. That was it. That and a lease I couldn't break alone, a mother who'd already mailed the invitations, a life built around a man who was currently in our bed with someone else. My phone buzzed. David. I declined it. Buzzed again. Unknown number. I almost ignored it. Margaret : Henderson account. NYC transfer approved. Senior Marketing Coordinator, Blackwood Tower. Start date: immediate. Confirmation required in 6 hours or we pull offer.

Especially ones with her status. “Oh, but it is a mistake. I just made out with my boss.” Margo shrugs, her shoulder bumping against mine. “I married mine.” I give her a curious glance, not knowing that little tidbit of information. “Well, the boss I was just making out with is also my ex’s brother.” Margo throws her head back and laughs. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

I felt warning bells ring in my mind. 'Oh shit, this is my boss,' My eye widened, i instantly broke the kiss apart. He studied my face then he whispered, “You have made me yours, but I should never ever seen you around another man.” I laughed softly, a little shaky. “Are you serious?” His eyes darkened, but his voice stayed tender. “Yes. I don't share what's mine..” I rose onto my toes from the car and kissed him again slowly and certain. I was hoping to would bury the feeling of wanting to fuck him hard.

Along with the heavy downpour that drenched the city that day were Irene’s unending tears as she stood trial inside the courtroom. She and Dave Montecillo had been together for four years before they decided to marry. She thought the love he had shown her was genuine, that it was the kind of love that would last forever. She believed that once they were married, happiness would follow, and every storm would finally come to rest. But on the very day of their wedding, it was Dave himself who betrayed her, handing her over to the police, choosing to believe the lies spun by his stepsister, Sandra.

I said simply. They both burst into laughter. “Moving out to where?” Anita mocked. “Did you suddenly become rich?” I held her gaze. “Yes.” That wiped the smiles off their faces. “What are you talking about?” my stepmother demanded. I didn’t owe them explanations. But I wanted to say it. Not for them. For me. “I’m getting married tomorrow.” Silence. Heavy. Shocking. Anita blinked rapidly. “Married? To who? Which man?” “My boss.”

Sabrina unconsciously stepped back upon seeing the guy who claimed to be her husband inside the office of the new CEO. ‘No way!’ she thought. ‘Don’t tell me he’s the new boss?!’ Her eyes widened in shock. With utter disbelief, her body trembled as though she saw a ghost. What are the odds that the son of her boss was the same person she accidentally met in the bar? And what's worse? She slept with him!