Married to my Ex-wife's boss

Dumbfounded.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

Sandra was only to wonder if she had lost her hearing. What did she just hear? The question sliced through her heart.

Who gave him that type of audacity? Her breathing grew laboured, sounding as heavy as her chest rose.

What did he even mean?

The idea of even speaking it out right where people were, was preposterous in its own way. How could he do that? How could he act so shamelessly before everyone?

How could he embarrass her like that? Was he stupid? The sharp words were at the tip of her tongue but she could not say it.

She had never been a coward before. But for some reason she felt there was a need to act cowardly, if not for anything, for the benefit that lay ahead of her; the benefit that had brought her to the room in the first place.

To crown her embarrassment up, everyone stared at her, waiting for her reaction.

And things got even worse as she couldn't tell what they expected her to do.

Were they expecting her to lose her cool and throw a tantrum? Or did they really think that she'd strip?

What did he even mean by “strip”. Hadn't he already stripped her of her authority and pride? What more was there to be stripped off?

She looked to Roseline, eyes searching for answers. She was eager to read the expression on her face, to understand how she felt—how she would feel as a woman if a man demanded her to undress in a room full of strangers; the strangers being predominantly male.

Was she heartless? Or had she just chosen to not see what was at play?

But the triumphant grin on Roseline's face was enough to make her rethink everything.

It didn't seem like Roseline felt her pains nor even understood her plight. In fact, Roseline was eager to see her humiliated before all.

She took in another doze of air, sharp and steamy, seeking for a way out in her tired mind.

Was this how she was to be humiliated? She wondered, shifting her weight to her left. It made her catch a view of Dustan's eager eyes; eyes that longed to see what was beneath her gown.

She so much wanted to curse him. But she had no strength for that. Of what use would it be? n

Not that it would change the fact that she had no one by her side and would have to bear the scar of humiliation alone.

Of course she wouldn't need a soothsayer to tell her so. It was obvious that no one in the room respected her nor gave a fuck about what happened to her.

So, she battled with the thought of caving in. After all, everything would be forgotten in a blink, and she would leave with a signed deal with Roseline.

Hadn't that been what she wanted? Certainly, sacrificing her dignity in a room where there were no cameras wouldn't be a big deal.

But her pride and her existence said no. How could she rub herself in the mud, in the presence of people that were below her?

She struggled with the existential crisis that crawled in. To be or not to be.

Hadn't she sworn to do anything just for power and money?

And besides, it was just them here. Wouldn't it be better to face humiliation in the midst of few and then glory in the midst of many?

She thought warily, her hands rubbing adhesively on her thigh.

And her pride, struggling for air to breathe outside her sorry crave for power, again, throbbed her chest and brain with many thoughts of death.

Had she come this far only to be humiliated; only to lose the respect that she had taken years to gather?

She went back to thoughts again, wishing there was a way—an answer to her troubled soul.

“But David,” she began, an idea forming, eyes downcast and searching for ways to activate his weak button.

“Do you think it's right for me to do that here?” She swallowed hard, licked her lips and slanted her eyes slowly, watching him under her lashes.

If she couldn't try his own way, it would be better if she created her own way and made it fit with what he wanted.

Batting her lashes elegantly, she continued. “Wouldn't you prefer that to take place in the other room?” She slurred her voice and bit her lips gently, allowing the wave of lust to consume her senses.

“You know, we could always go to the room to have some fun, more fun than you could ever imagine,” she went on in her dreamy voice, practicing her enchantress tone that had always worked wonders in bed.

The tone that had always given her dominion over him. That tone that had gotten him to cleaning after all her scandals.

The tone that always wrapped him nicely around her fingertips, begging for more.

She capped it with licking the top of her lips, then biting her lower lip to signal her submission.

A submission that she knew deep down was what David had always wanted. Something he could only witness once in months whenever she managed to show it in bed whenever she was horny.

But now she had to do it like an expert prostitute right in the presence of everyone, as if she was endearing all to her sexy honeypot.

Oh how she hated herself for doing that. For letting him get to her. How could she, the whole CEO, reduce herself to such a level just for who? For someone like him, an ex-convict?

She nearly threw up at the sorry thought of having sex with him. Riding an ex-convict’s dick?

She scoffed inwardly, carefully not giving room for her feelings of disgust to show.

Her practiced behavior was intact. And her smile even brighter as his breathing hitched.

She knew even as he shifted uncomfortably on his seat that she was going to successfully use him again.