My Husband's Boss is Mine

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Anger bubbled inside of me, without giving it a thought, I grabbed Hendrix's tie, pulling his head downwards.

I slammed my lips on his.

An impulsive action i knew I would regret.

Gasps filled the entire hall.

“Who does she think she is to kiss the boss?” I heard someone ask.

I shut my eyes waiting for him to push me away, to call me names and to humiliate me, but none of that happened.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to himself.

His tongue probed my lips, and once I parted them, it envaded my mouth. My stomache tightened at this new feeling, but then as his fresh minty breathe spread right through me, I felt myself loosening up. I grabbed his hair.

He kissed me like no man has ever done.

“Not as if I've ever had a proper kiss. My only kiss had been my wedding kiss with Dean which was rather short and abrupt.”

But this man here, held my waist like a treasure, he didn't push me away. He kissed me, he treated me like a woman!

He gave my lips a little lick, I was sure everyone present noticed it, then he pulled away.

The entire hall was dead silent after the little show. I stood facing him.

“Shall well?” He brought his arm forward.

I made eye contact with Deam, who was surprisingly now standing next to his boss. His sent me a glare, but then it had no effect on me.

I took my eyes off him and flashed Hendrix a seductive smile like I've seen Hollywood actresses do on TV.

“I'll be thrilled to be at your service tonight. I’d do whatever you want me to,” I winked at him, linking my arm to his.

“Who said you're allowed to behave like this?” My dear husband suddenly yelled, stepping forward and glaring at me.

I looked from him to the who're right next to him and scoffed.

“Emmm…Who are you?” I raised an eyebrow.

Bold of him to deny me before everyone and suddenly think I'll listen to his nonsense again.

He opened his mouth to speak, closed it back, opened it yet again but didn't uttter a word. His eyes were wide apart.

“We still leaving or…” I tapped Hendrix.

He had this look of amusement on his face, he smiled at me.

“Of course…”

“The party continues even in my absence,” he announced.

And just like that, I found myself on my way to God knows where with my husband's boss.

The ride to whichever place he was taking me was in silence. He never uttered a word to me, neither did I.

I sat there, right next to him reminiscing on every single thing that had just happened. At a point, I began to question how it even got to that point.

Dean was my childhood sweetheart, I've had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. He was the star in my universe and I couldn't think of living without him. When he approached me saying he knew I love him and proposed marriage to me, I was the happiest human on earth. Against my mother's words, I went ahead and got married to him. I believed I would be able to make him love me as much as I loved him, but that was where I had gone wrong. That beast never developed an iota of feelings for me.

For complete three years, he locked me up in his house, stopped me from communcating with the outside world, I couldn't even speak to my mum. He made me stop working, I dedicated my time to him and just him and guess what, I was happy doing all these, thinking it would make him open up to me.

Foolish me thought it would make him love me. That bastards used me as a punching bag, yet I’d smile through it. When I found condoms on his pocket and confronted him about it, he beat me, when I found lipstick marks on his shirts, he beat me, he never let's go of a chance to hit me!

For straight three years I lived like a slave all in the name of marriage, yet I endured it all.

“Why am I so foolish!”

I didn't even realize that tears were trailing down my cheeks, until I felt something touch my arms, it was a handkerchief, Hendrix had just handed it to me.

“Thank you,” I sobbed, grabbing it from him.

“We’re here, Wipe your eyes, I wouldn't want people to think I kidnapped you or something,” he said.

I could only nod.

“That was meant to make you laugh,” he sighed.

“I guess I have no humor left in me,” I muttered, wiping my eyes.

I didn't care where he was taking me. The moment we got past all the people and he unlocked the suite, I couldn't hold back any more. I lowered myself right there on the floor next to couch, clutching my heart, I cried. It freaking hurt too much.

It hurts to be taken for granted for years, it hurt to live as a fool for straight three years, what hurt most is being publicly humiliated and rejected by someone you dedicated your whole life to.

I sat there on the floor, crying over my miserable life, forgetting the reason I had come here tonight.

Surprisingly, he let me cry. He let me offload the burden I've carrying for years, till my loud cries turned into sobs.

I felt him squat right next to me. I turned towards him, hiccuping

“I'm sorry I ruined the mood,” I muttered amidst my sobs.

He didn't say a word and simply patted my shoulder, then yet again offered me a new handkerchief.

I wiped my tears, but my sobs and hiccups didn't seem like they would end soon.

“I never expected you to cry this much for a bastards that publicly denied knowing you,” he suddenly uttered, his intelligent blue eyes bored into mine.

“Excuse me?”

“I know you're married to that prick,” he snapped, irritation flashing his face.

Before I could say a word, he grabbed me, bringing me to my feet.

“That fucker isn't worth your tears. What you should be doing now is thinking of how to make him pay for all he has done to you! Instead of sitting on the floor and crying like your world is lost, you should f*****g drink some wine and celebrate your freedom!”

“I…I have nothing, he took everything” I muttered, looking down at my feet.

It hurt my pride to admit I had nothing. I'm a hardworker, but Dean reduced me to nothing, he confiscated every single money I earned prior to my marriage with him and here I am with nothing other that the torn dress he got me.

“I'll help you make that bastard pay,” Hendrix said, making me look up at him.

“In return, you'll be mine. You'll be ready to comfort and please me in any way possible…What do you say?”

“I've seen hell without benefit. Seeing more of it, but with benefits this time didn't seem like a bad idea.”

“I'm at your service.”