Marrying My Ex’s Boss Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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Then I went into his home office, where he hates for me and the kids to go, and went through all his shit. That’s where I found the receipts and the burner phone.

I logged into his computer using the password the asshole hadn’t changed since college, and there it was. The whole sordid affair. I emailed everything to myself and didn’t even try to hide it, then set the rest in motion.

I called the babysitter and told her what I wanted, then left the house as soon as she arrived. Some of the shit those two said about me in their text messages would play really well in a courtroom when I take him for everything he’s got.

Now, I was heading to the beach house because I needed a weekend to myself so I could think and regroup because the only thing I knew for sure was that I was getting a divorce.

I might have swallowed cheating if he had come clean and we had counseling, but the disrespect of him talking about me behind my back with another woman is something I won’t tolerate. Who the hell am I kidding?

After finding out he’d been fucking around, I would’ve Lorena Bobbitt his ass if he came anywhere near me with this nasty flea-infested dick.

That asshole had the nerve to talk about how my body had changed since college like he’d remained the same. That hairless fucker. I gave him three kids, and he wanted me to look and act like a twenty-year-old. I’ve had three C-sections; my cooch is still tight.

Meanwhile, that slag he’s screwing around with has fucked everything from the first floor to the director’s office. I shoulda pushed them all out ass first since he seems to like loose pussy.

I was so lost in my head it took me a while to realize that the same car had been following me for the last hour or so. I was close enough to the house, but I didn’t want to make the turn so whoever it was would know where I was going.

I would be all kinds of stupid if I pulled up to an unlit beach house in the middle of the night with some stranger behind me. But what the hell am I supposed to do with this?

I pointed a gun at him, and he laughed. I know, crazy, but I’ve never met his kind before.

MARCUS

I sat back in the driver’s seat and kept my hands on the steering wheel while she waved her cute little pistol around in my face. Another time, I’ll show her how easy it is for me to disarm her, but we’ve only just met, it’s not quite the right time to be giving up state secrets.

“You’re absolutely right. I am following you. I followed you from the ballroom back at the hotel.”

“Why?” Now, how do I answer that? I can’t come right out and tell her she made me hot, and I wanted to fuck. Most people aren’t really down with my straightforward approach to life.

“Let’s just say I like your style. I’m going to reach for my wallet in the console; keep the gun on me.” I reached for my wallet and passed her my ID. I even turned on the searchlight on my phone so she could see.

“Devereaux, why does that name sound familiar?”

“Maybe because you just crashed their corporation’s party.”

“You’re related to the Devereaux family?”

“Yes, ma’am, I am. The one and only grandson.”

“The heir apparent, you mean.”

“That’s me.”

“I thought you were off in the bush somewhere doing heaven knows what. What're you doing stateside?”

“Stateside? What do you know about that lingo?”

“My Daddy is a military man.”

“I see.” I grinned again and she passed me back my ID.

“Well, were you planning to follow me to my destination? I still don’t understand why you’re following me.”

“I wanted to make sure you got where you’re going, okay.”

“What made you think I needed a babysitter?”

“You were fine until your kids showed up. I saw the little stumble and put two and two together. I wasn’t sure if it was nerves or maybe that you’d had one too many, but either way, I wanted to be here if you needed me.”

“Bless your heart, you’re on something, aren’t you?”

“I’m on something alright, but it’s not narcotic. I don’t know; as soon as I saw you up on that podium, I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“I’ll answer that question, but first answer one of mine.”

“Shoot!” That gun hadn’t moved from its position this whole time.

“What are your plans with what just went down back there?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you planning to stay in your marriage or leave?”

“Leave, of course; what do you take me for?” She pouted, and it was the cutest thing. Her husband must be brain-dead.

“Great, now my turn. What I knew the moment I saw you was that I was going to be the next man in your life. How many kids do you have? Just the three?”


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