Romans & histoires Marrying My Ex's Boss

His hand on my waist tightened as he said “Yes” His eyes didn't leave mine, his breath was uneven as he stared into my face. I looked away, right as the ache behind my eyes increased. Right. He'd marry someone, and they'd both be happy like the couple dancing on the floor. And as for me, I was married to Edgar. That would be the end of my misplaced attraction for my boss. “Dance with me” He murmured. I turned back to him, my Boss. Mr Voss titled his head to where different couples were now waltzing on the dancefloor.

“Trying to get attention.” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “That’s what you think?” “That’s what I know,” he said, stepping closer. I stiffened but didn’t back away. “You left, Tasia,” he continued, his voice quieter now, but no less sharp. “You walked away, and now suddenly you’re engaged to him?” I lifted my chin. “It’s none of your business who I marry.” His hand twitched at his side, like he was holding himself back from grabbing me again.

She said the words like they had been heavy weights placed on her shoulders. “What? How come you never said anything about that.” “You were so in love with him, I didn't want to put you in a weird spot.” I nodded my head like I could see her as I heaved a deep sigh. Alex… I hope he experiences nothing but pain. “Now, back to the boss. Are you guys really getting married?” “Of course not. What I did was on impulse, there's no way on this planet a man like Giancarlo Caruso would want to marry a woman like me.”

"Bob, Bob, did someone steal the boss's business? Need our help?" Bob quickly replied, "Someone stole the boss's wife. His ex-wife is getting engaged this Saturday!" "Didn't the boss just divorce his ex-wife recently? Could it be infidelity?" "Probably not, right? The boss's ex-wife didn't seem like a promiscuous person. Didn't they divorce because the boss's ex-wife accidentally killed the old lady?" "Where's your focus? So the boss is crashing because he still has feelings for his ex-wife?" Bob: "Probably still has feelings. I'm currently following the ex-wife with the boss!"

"What will you gain from doing so, anyway? Let it be." "He's my freaking boss, Kev!" "Resign, then." He suggested. "You know I can't do that." "Good, let it go." "Fine, whatever," I mumbled. "Goodnight." I hung up. As I struggled to sleep, all I could ponder was the unsettling reality that my ex-husband, the man I despised with all my heart, held the position of my freaking boss. Not only that, he was my boss's boss, and while that might typically bring a hint of satisfaction, I found none. Sleep eventually overcame me, leading to a dream where he engaged in wicked deeds with me.

"Babe, you know the news is spreading up too fast. I have to take care of..." His girlfriend pulled away from him. "It's been always like this, if you love your work so much why do you have me as your girlfriend? Marry your boss and work together. Simple." "Babe, sorry, please. I won't do it again, please?" "Don't make that cute face, I won't melt." Managing his work life and his girlfriend was never easy. At least when he had a girlfriend who wanted him to give her time and love. It has become his habit, every time he managed to make her smile and forgive him after a fight.

She decided to dress up and go to the company to have a look. It was still working time, and everyone was busy. Everyone was surprised to see her coming. After all, her status had changed from the CEO’s secretary to his wife. Some of the women were secretly talking about her in envy. They admired her and her ability to secure a good marriage. What was the secret to change from an ordinary employee to the CEO’s wife? Sarah, of course, had heard some of those discussions and laughed. Her marriage with Charles seemed like a besieged city. Everyone yearned for a life in the besieged city, but the people who actually lived there were not as comfortable as everyone imagined. At least she was not.

she raised a finger. Mark grunted unpleasantly. He already saw this coming from miles away. " What's the condition?" Margarette slowly stood without saying anything. Mark glared daggers at her knowing she was up to no good. Margarette didn't seem to give a care to Mark's glare as she slowly strode towards the window glass pane and stared down the street. After a while, she started to speak again, " Your ex-wife has fallen in the hands of boss's husband, and even boss has no say in her appointment."

"I’ll call your driver to take you home." "No! I'm not drunk!" she screamed while striking him on the chest. "I’m not leaving until you tell me the wedding is back on!" "Georgia, there is no us to fix. We were never in a real relationship," Apollo said while his jaw was tightening. "I told you that I love someone else. She’s the one I want to marry." "Who?! That secretary?!" Georgia spat the word like it was poison. "Apollo, wake up! She’s a nobody! She isn't on your level!"

I was tense, and a part of my brain said just call for security and get rid of this creepy man. I have other meetings. A museum to design, and more. I cannot be dealing with freaks and weirdos interested in my ex’s wife. But while the sane part of my brain wanted to chase him away like a buzzing fly, the curious side of my brain was… well, intrigued. “I can’t leave. I cannot leave. My… boss. He saw you talking to her. He just wants to know…” I exhaled. “She’s married to Adrian Cole. His address is literally public knowledge. So, unless your boss is a moron, I don’t see why he would go the long route by sending you to me. You need to leave.”