Married to my Ex-wife's boss

The Dominant

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Sandra fumed and fumed till she could barely make out any oxygen to inhale.

The air around her was so heated that she was sure of fainting any time from then.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She screamed, her throat grating, its sound painful to the ear.

She closed her eyes and panted, stomach clenching with hate.

“How could you do this?” She muttered breathlessly, most of her exhale passing through her parted lips.

How could he do this to her? How could he downplay her existence in such a swift mood.

She wanted to tear her hair off. She wanted to rip it out of its root; just do anything.

Initially, it was to be her clothes. But it wasn't there.

There was nothing else to push the anger to. No one else to bear the sharp edges of her anger.

And to think that she was her boss; someone she had to take precautions with.

“Oh, God,” her head rang as he held the ring without shaking, looking…

Was that admiration in his eyes? She covered her mouth, hot breath fanning her palms, tingling it with the itchiness of pain.

“Yes,” came Roseline's sweet reply, calm and smooth. “I will marry you, now and forever more,” she battled her lashes elegantly, managing, still, to watch Sandra through the underside of her eyes.

“Are you mad?” She screamed the more, moving round in circles and pulling strongly at her hair. “Are you doing this?” Her voice rose. “Why will you do this?” Panic seized her throat as she couldn't even think of what to do.

The scene was too much for her to bear. She could bear it no longer. She should go. She knew that deep down but she couldn't.

She was naked, and someone was accepting her ring?

The ring that was supposed to be wholly for their matrimony. The very ring he had slipped into his fingers in church? With all families gathered.

How could he batter her this way? How could he humiliate her so much? She wanted to cry but her pride halted the tears.

She would never cry over a man.

But the pain was there. How much it hurt her to see him kneel over another woman. Not any woman, Roseline Denver.

Who even gave him the right? She could feel something else swell in her chest.

Who ever told him that he could hold a candle to her? She felt the deep pain and shifted to let it subside or blow into something else.

“Now, Sandra, you can now leave right?” Roseline spoke with innocence dripping in her voice. “You see, there's no need for you to stay, is there?”

“I'm not sure there's space for,” she looked around; helped David to his feet. “Sluts. We don't keep them here nor entertain them anymore,” she exhaled heavily and turned around.

But Sandra tried to tone down the pain, anger and shock at Roseline having made up her mind. Was she really going to accept him?

Even when he was a pauper?

“Leave, now!” Her voice took a dark turn, her eyes sparkling with fire of rage. “Leave, before I change my mind,”

Sandra retreated, but not fully out of the room.

David stood watching the scene. It played out just as he had wanted. There was no way he was going to let Sandra ruin him again.

There was absolutely no way. He smiled to himself, looking at the distress that shone on her face.

His heart leaped with joy. He was winning this war. Marrying Roseline wouldn't be so bad.

“Darling, are you watching this?” She said, eyeballs popping out and mouth parting wide in another degree of shock.

“Are you letting her do this to me?” She turned to watch him properly, waiting for a response.

“Are you—”

“Bitch! I said, "Get out!” Roseline snapped, face reddening and lips trembling.

Noticing no response, she walked daringly towards her, fist pumped and stance manly.

Her eyes carried the task her dad had given her as a gift. And she had to hold herself to not commit that crime at once.

Sandra retreated. She must have read something in her eyes.

“Let her be,” David finally spoke up, a smile playing at the corner of his lips, squinting his eyes with pleasure.

“She's naked. She could have one of my tops,” he continued, looking first to Roseline as if it begged for permission.

“Did you come with your ride?” he went on anyway without waiting for a response.

But Roseline would not disappoint for long.

“Of course,” she replied sharply, her eyes carrying more emotions than her hands would ever.

“How else could she have gotten here?” She snorted, squeezing her nose in distaste as the sarcasm bit her tongue.

“So, I say, she goes back just the way she came, as naked as she stupidly brought herself,” she furrowed her brows, registering something new.

“And she's even barefoot,” she hissed and exhaled deeply wondering if it would at all be better to finish her up.

“What sort of madness possessed you?”

“Excuse you? Are you nuts?” Sandra's defensive position did her no justice. She couldn't continue that way. Not when her career was on the line.

She turned to David.

“Will you let her do this to me?” she trained her gaze on him, meeting his eyes like a puppy.

“Will you let her make such a jest of me? Are you no more the man…”

“That's enough!! The command shook the whole room.

“Go in and grab one of my clothes,” his voice deepened, almost guttural.

“Oh, no. That's not happening within my watch,” Roseline cut in, moving towards her, sniffing the relief in the air.

“You can have my gown instead. It's skimpy but you have no choice. You're naked already,” she said, pulling off her blue, flare-from-the-waist gown.

“So are you going to be naked with him when I leave?” Sandra’s raised eyebrow could go no higher.

“Your thoughts are as good as mine”.