Married to my Ex-wife's boss

The deal is signed.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sandra was in another world. She wondered how it had seemed so easy for him to be seduced even when she was on her knees. No. She didn't wonder, she was amused.

Hadn't she expected it? Or was it pure coincidence?

She had no time to find the answer as Roseline was already on her, scratching and doing only God knew what to her skin.

It took her many seconds to understand what was happening.

And many more to interpret the constant ripping sound that threatened to deafen her.

The sound that sounded distant yet so close, soft yet so deafening.

Her brain usually wasn't slow. But today, it seemed to be centuries behind. It was heavier than her entire weight put together.

And she constantly had to remind herself that she was human and thus, had the sensory organ to feel.

Other body parts were not helping matters. Her eyes looked everywhere but where things mattered. Her teeth clenched when they should've been opening to welcome human flesh.

Her fingers were tired and remained where they had been during her seduction. She simply did not exist.

But the noise; she couldn't stop the noise. And whether she liked it or not, she had to be awoken. The noise made sure of that.

So like an old mechanical computer, she began to boot; first from her skin. It felt the harsh claws of its predator and shrunk. Then her nostrils were wide as they struggled to put a name to the scent that drifted inside.

It wasn't a bad scent. It was as beautiful as every perfume could be. It was just that, it was wicked.

Then her eyes awoke. But it was too late. It only had the chance to see her naked breast dangling like a pendulum. She watched with surprise as they kept wriggling without mercy to the delight of onlookers.

So however much her mind had yearned to remain in the dark, it was forced to understand the scenario.

Except Roseline was a tiger, she wouldn't have been able to shred her dress that way, in seconds. Or was it up to a minute? She couldn't tell.

In fact she couldn't think. The world was turned upside down, in her eyes. And the people around grew two heads with multiple eyes.

Their roaming eyes searching, looking and scanning to see what was there in her. They read every part of her body, recorded the scars and blemishes both seen and unseen and judged her.

She felt naked even to her soul. Her skeletal system seemed to be a waste before their probing eyes.

Goosebumps sprouted from her skin. Maybe because the room's chill was getting its way faster to her laps and in-between.

For God's sake, she was on her knees! Did Roseline succeed in reaching down there?

She lacked the courage to look and the strength to feel. Her body wasn't hers anymore.

It was controlled by another, moving or rather, staying still against her wish. It was supposed to move, to claw its way into its molester.

Yet, she remained. Even after she knew what to do. Even after her mind had taught her the wisdom of the streets. It was her punishment; she deserved everything.

She let everything slide and remained on her knees. There were so many things at stake; her career and reputation.

Roseline was the key to her success. So she was going to endure everything; the lies, the betrayal and the humiliation.

She tried not to think of Dustan who, after claiming to be a relation to Roseline, stood without as much moving an inch, eyes straight ahead at something.

She considered how she had fallen for his white lie. He wasn't related. Or if he was, he was as distant from her as the sun to the ground.

She refused to see it as if she had been used. It was part of the hustle. The pain was just for a fleeting moment. And she had only to pass it.

She looked at him and wondered what she had even seen in him. His beauty? She wasn't sure that was the reason.

She let go of the thought immediately with his stiff posture.

If she hadn't noticed the blink in his eyes,she would have passed him on as dead. But she saw everything; the mischief, the grin and the delight in her nakedness.

She could read them in his eyes, taste them in his lips. He was engrossed. And who was to blame?

But she couldn't even feel bad for herself.

Of what use was it? Everyone would have the same look in Dustan's eyes; even the miserable lowly guard.

All those were a walk in the street. She was going to stand naked before them. She was going to claw through her pride and make it vanish.

No reaction will be gotten from her. Because she knew what to do.

“Now,” she stood up, gasps stuck in everyone's throat. She forwent it. She wasn't here for them.

They were just passers-by, onlookers who had stopped to examine her life. No, she couldn't give them the wheel to her life.

They weren't part of what was going on; even the inconsequential David whom she loved but had trained herself not to let show.

How could she let herself be controlled by a pauper? Marrying him was one mistake. She had allowed love to take preeminence.

And no matter how she tried to, she couldn't regret it. He was like her holiday. Someone she could come to after being dark and daring throughout the day.

“I take it our deal has been signed and agreed on,” she stretched her hands to Roseline who, like a ferocious animal, breathed heavily.

“What deal?” Roseline's wild look softened a bit and her breathing slowed.

“The merger between our company.” She wished luck was by her side this time and that God had paused the punishment for her many sins; especially the murder of David's parents.