Married to my Ex-wife's boss

CHAPTER ONE

"Here are the divorce papers. Sign them," Sandra's secretary put her authoritative voice to use on her boss's husband, letting some percentage of hatred show in her words.

She had never understood her boss's obsession for him, especially when he wasn't as influential as other men and had not ever brought about any connections to her.

"What divorce papers?" David stared blankly first at the papers and then at his wife's secretary wondering if the breakfast he had been served in his cell room had made him lose some part of his hearing.

"What other divorce papers could there be?" The secretary gave a shout of impatience that however much she tried to conceal, refused to remain subdued. Her frequently suppressed hatred refused to still remain down despite the promise of a swift divorce that will put an end to her seeing his annoying face.

She just could never like the guy.

David kept a blank look on his face still, although his teeth were beginning to grit with the thought of his wife's secretary being out of her mind, he still managed to keep his cool and let his anger just simmer below the surface.

To him, he couldn't even think of any proper explanation to explain her razz behaviour that had never shown itself before so there was no need for a reaction.

"My boss wishes to divorce and here are the papers," her hands rested unprofessionally on her waist as she also couldn't hide her impatience nor explain further.

Noticing the wish for more information, she added grudgingly, wondering why it was taking him too long to comprehend such a simple and glaring fact. "You'll do everyone a favour if you just signed the papers and took the ten million dollars".

"What are you talking about?" His face reddened, coupled with the confusion the secretary's words were weaving into his brain.

"Is that what Sandra asked you to do?" He felt as if he was about to lose his breath. The chaos going in his mind and heart was too much for him to control. So he shook his head and tried to send the thoughts away.

"What I'm saying, in clear terms, is that my boss would love to cut ties with her prisoner husband to save her public name and that it'll be best for everyone if the prisoner husband went on with everything just as planned," her voice cracked towards the end as the boiling rage inside of her choked her and stopped any hold of professionalism on her.

"And if I refuse?"

"If you refuse, you leave us with no choice but to force you. I'm sure you know how much possible that could be," she said, dragging the file closer to the seating David whose eyes had already begun to brim, while still placing her hands irritably on her hips with a curse on her lips at his disgusting display of affection towards her boss.

"Then I refuse," David retorted, his face contorting with rage. "If Sandra won't say it before me, then I won't consent to it." A tear dropped from his eyes despite his rage and then the remaining froze with determination as he tried to stare her down.

But just as she was rehearsing another sharper hailstorm to pierce his mind, a tall, curvy lady with red hair and blue eyes, walked in, the air around her every bit bossy and her skin, velvety smooth.

She was a perfect ten over ten that any man would want and David had gone for that, wanted and yearned for that smooth soft skin on his, and his hand on her round shaped but firm ass that was far larger than his arms.

His eyes followed her movements unconsciously. He had fallen hard for her appearance and whenever she walked past him, he had always had a hard on and would have to look away for about five minutes to get over her presence.

His attraction for her had gone quickly from lust to obsession and then to love where he even worshiped the floor she walked on and was always ready to do anything for her.

To him, she was the only angel that he needed and no one else could ever take her place in his heart.

So news like this, made his blood run cold. How could she think of divorcing him after just three years? After the love they had shared?

"I'm certain you must have seen the papers by now," served as a greeting as she sat down, bright eyes searching for answers on his face and elegant hands placing her handbag nicely on the table, meaning business.

Getting no reply, she smiled and picked up the file to open it.

"Are you being serious, now?" Blood drained from his face as he struggled earnestly not to cry as he watched her deliberate act, pulling the document out of the envelope. "But we were happy together?" 

"Yes, until you fell into prison,” she replied bluntly, meeting his eyes. “I need to protect my name. I hope you're quite aware of that?" 

She borrowed her secretary's impatience to shield the simmering heartbreak in her heart that divided her heart into quadruplets and made her head heat up with a banging migraine.

How could she remain with a convict? The rhetorical question flew away as soon as it landed. 

It didn't matter that she had once shared a bed with him and that no man had ever made her heart race that fast, nor blood flow so quickly during sex.

He was a convict and she wouldn't. No, she couldn't and she was one hundred percent certain of that decision.

She had done the right thing and there was no turning back. 

Of course she had loved him and still did and seeing him, even in the uniform, was the hottest human she had ever seen who still made her heart skip multiple beats.

But she had vowed to let nothing come in-between her career and she.