Married to my Ex-wife's boss

The blow

CHAPTER TEN

David smiled to himself as Sandra's perfect oval face reddened with more embarrassment and her blue eyes turned purple with the merger of red.

He had never imagined that vengeance could be handed to him so easily, barely a day since he had brutally been heartbroken and thrown into the bin like an unwanted cookie wrap.

In fact, rather than feel anger, he felt very horny at having Sandra kneel beneath him. Her submission was something so arousing to him. She looked humble just as she usually looked in bed with her hair imperfect and blue eyes changing into a wild colour.

Even with her flaws, it was difficult not to love every bit of her, not to yearn for his skin on her soft mushy body; on her voluminous standing breast that the only hard part was her pink nipple.

He had always fallen all over in love with her and he still did.

It was with the realization that he immediately rebranded his mind. How could he still be in love with a woman who has mercilessly thrown their relationship away within twenty-four hours? 

A woman who had gone as far as bringing a divorce document without hearing out from him?

With the new thought direction, he took a heavy breath.

“Well, it seems the punishment has really gotten to her,” he began, relaxing his back on the soft chair.

 “What do you think should be done?” He threw the question back to Roseline, happy that she was strong enough to seek vengeance.

“Fight her through the law?” He asked, feigning innocence while using a side glance to register the horror on Sandra's face with a smile on.

Certainly she would be appalled at the thought of appearing on court as a defaulter as that, according to her, would stain her perfect record and career.

“I'll do whatever you want,” she pleaded, more tears trickling down her face, smearing her mascara and blush.

She even sniffled catarrh in, something she had always guarded against; a behavior that she was always ready to kill to have around her. 

He had been banned from being around her whenever he had catarrh. So he would always quickly get treatment because he never trusted himself to stay a day without speaking with her, without hearing her voice whether happy or angry. 

He always wanted to hear from her. It never mattered if she would be rude to him or rain insults on him, it didn't matter. He had gotten used to it.

She had always been upright and rarely romantic.

All these new developments were surprising to David who had never expected to witness a day where Sarah would break even her own rules and beg? 

He was certain the only plea he had ever gotten from her lips was “Baby, harder!!” which seldomly came with a “Please.”

“Well, going to court is one of the things we want,” Roseline stood over her, arms at akimbo. “Earlier on, you had just badged in unapologetically and straight up committed assault within seconds of your entry,” 

“Did you think that was what either of us wanted?” she pointed to David and humphed.

“I…”

“I accept full responsibility for everything that went on minutes ago,” Sandra spoke slowly, cutting Roseline short.

“But please, allow me to pay for my sins right here,” she begged, two more tear droplets taking a fall to her chest.

“I would prefer to do anything in here than outside,” even as she was pleading, she sensed her pride and dignity evaporating from her, leaving an old poor hag to beg for the crumbs under her master's table.

If she had been told that a day like this would come where she'll have to beg to survive, she would have arrested such a liar. 

But here she was, not only begging, but kneeling—being mocked in every way possible yet all she could say to her defense was “give me more”.

She was certain that her guardian angel must have summersaulted twenty times due to her unprofessional behavior and her father, turned over in his grave.

Dustan, whom she had earlier on chosen as someone she was going to spend the rest of her life with, was standing as still as a tree without even making an attempt to defend her nor speak up.

Yes, she must have done wrong. But he should've at least defended her and stood by her as her man and lover.

She was now left to reconsider her poor decision and wonder if she had not begun to grow stupid through her secretary's influence in making such a poor choice of a man.

But she quickly shook the thought away in order not to invent a type of regret that wasn't her usual manner of thinking. 

She had been almost certain that she would never regret her decision but here she was, again, cursing herself for acting too impulsively.

“And what would you prefer doing if I may ask?” Roseline asked sarcastically, snorting out a laugh even before she had finished the question and cutting through her not so rosy trail of thought

Without waiting for her to give an answer, she turned swiftly to David, to read the look in his eyes in order to come to a decision.

Unfortunately, she couldn't understand the twinkle in his eyes; couldn't tell if it was revenge or lust that floated carelessly in his eyes or powerlessness that made his pupil dilate abnormally.

“David, you seem to always know how best to punish her,” Roseline said, fighting away the suspicious nagging thought in her mind. “Give the final punishment,” she voiced, although she wasn't as confident as her words. “She'll have no choice but to obey and do as you command.

With that, David smiled—a grin that went to his eyes and beyond, a grin that was suspicious enough to make Dustan move from his tree-like position and for the guard to cock his head questionably.

“Strip!!” The command left his lips, swift and straight forward.