Married to my Ex-wife's boss

Chapter Twenty-two

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Roseline couldn't tell what emotion she felt. Whether it was anger or confusion or both. She had to wonder to decipher.

Things lately were happening in a blink. She could barely process one emotion before another occurred; one situation before a worse one appeared.

She was forever kept on toes and didn't know what to do with herself.

Just when she had concluded that she had a good grasp of her emotions and what she wanted, this happened.

Just when she had finalized the thought of being in love with David but not ready to kill her rival, this temptation had placed itself.

How had Sandra crept her way naked into his house? Or had she been made naked by his very hands?

The swell of emotions burst her brain. To think that she had already reconsidered the murder.

She had given some thoughts to letting them both go and sacrificing herself. But things were going back to the way they were.

She still felt a burning fury and jealousy towards Sandra and a mountain of love towards David.

But she had decided against murder.

She wanted things to go right between them, to marry him and bring forth his kids. She would not murder him like her father had made her think.

In fact, she had not wanted to kill anyone.

However, things were now in a different light.

The only person she was going to stoop as low as possible to kill was Sandra. She would take her out of the way brutally.

She had not wanted to. But she was pushed. She had been pushed further to the wall.

Her father was right. There was no way she could let go of Sandra. There was no way she could let her breathe her proud air in peace.

“Roseline?” She was called back to reality. All eyes averted to her. Sandra's, more accusing

“Hi, lovelies,” she greeted gayly, partly glad that David had not fallen for Sandra's tricks any more and partly annoyed that she was naked in his house and standing very close to him.

All these she hid behind her sweet smile.

“I can very much see how well this scene is playing out,” she looked at Sandra below her almost closed eyelid. “I can see that you've not lost your talent as a seductress,” her smile widened.

“What do you need here?” Sandra's voice was stern and commanding. The shock wave of shame still worked in her body.

But she was determined, and had been determined to fight it tooth and nail. She has gone past caring. After all, it wasn't like her nakedness was new to anyone there.

However, deep down, her pride hurt and ached for the lost days, the days where all living organisms bowed to her whenever she passed.

Why she was able to think of demeaning herself over and over again despite knowing that that was not the right thing, was a topic she would need more time to ponder on.

Maybe, she did this because she had lost most of her pride that night; especially with the presence of two extra jerks that just gawked at her.

Or was it because she had somehow gotten to her dreams and now had nothing more to fear?

She settled on the latter. She needed David back to complete her victory. And she was going to get him at all cost; especially now that it turned out, Roseline was not the company's manager.

It was all for the better; the ‘all cost’ might luckily not include her renouncing the deal.

“Sandra, you're divorced,” Roseline stated, jaws tight and ready to crush bones.

Sandra's body language did not understand. She continued to move her body, shaking her hips vigorously that Roseline was sure to break it at once.

“Take a step back,” she edged a warning into her voice, self-control dissipating slowly. If care wasn't taken, she would carry out the mission right before everyone and bear the brunt later on.

“Don't bite more that you can chew,” she continued, communicating leniency to Sandra, promising the communication to be the last.

“Oh, please,” Sandra interrupted, overlooking the strong look that graced her naked body. She couldn't see—she didn't want to see whatever Roseline tried to show.

Those condescending gaze that she felt on her chicks; she didn't want to place meaning to it.

She tried not to blame it on fear but couldn't.

She was powerless now. Her family and background couldn't help her anymore.

Nevertheless, she could help herself. She knew how to talk didn't she?

“What sort of lame sentence is that? Who says that I'm biting more than I can chew?” She breathed heavily, her breast burping up and down, daring everyone to do their worst.

“David—”

“Ladies,” David cut in, tired of the bickering that got nowhere.

His ear rang from their argument. Being dragged about surely wasn't the best thing he wanted to see at the moment.

He was certain that he would go insane if it continued beyond a few minutes. Better things had to be taken care of, didn't they see.

No, they didn't. So he had to make them.

“I was just about leaving,” he made the excuse even when he knew it was partly a bitter lie. “So, there's no need and time to put up with your fight”.

He had intended to meet up with Roseline and carry out the plan; make things look easier for everyone.

But her coming had made it convenient.

However, in the present situation, it in fact, had made it more difficult to escape.

He needed to create something to silence everyone. Something that'll lead him nearer to his goal and very much put a stop to further bold bickers.

And, something that would help his revenge taste better in the tongue of his enemies.

The idea came at once, sweet and savory. It pushed his legs back to the room. He wasn't going to leave the house anymore. The idea was discarded like saw dust.

In a split second, he was back out, smiling mischievously, palms encircling something and heart made up to deal the blow.

“Roseline,” he went on his knees and pushed the ring forward, the very wedding band Sandra and he had shared.

“Will you marry me?”