My Husband's Boss is Mine

004

NADINE

My eyes fluttered open at the loud sound of water from what seemed like a bathroom. Slowly, I pulled myself up and sat on the bed, clutching onto the bed sheet. When I recalled how I got here last night, I instantly panicked.

I pulled the duvet to my face and looked down at myself, I was no longer wearing my torn dress, what I had on was a male boxers and a shirt.

“Oh, lord,” I could only mutter.

I pulled down the boxers to check myself but then I didn't feel violated in any way, that was when it all came crashing into my memory.

“I'm at your service,” I said, looking up at my husband's insanely handsome boss.

He let out a lopsided smile and took my hand leading me to the bed. I could remember my heart thumping at his actions, but then he made me sit on the bed and walked away only to return with bottles of rum and two glasses.

“Let's just drink tonight,” he said.

“I don't drink,” I said out of habit.

He gazed at me.

“That bastard stopped you from drinking?” He asked.

I could only bob my head.

I saw him clench is fist. I looked down at my fingers.

“How long?” He asked.

“S…since we got married…three years,” I muttered, looking up at him again.

“The f**k!” He threw one of the glasses at the nearest wall.

“Know what sweetheart, you're going to drink to your fullest tonight. Every single glass you haven't had for those three years, you can have them all tonight….For that fucker, I'll make sure he pays.”

That was how I ended up drinking like a whale. I drank till I passed out.

I guess that's why I didn't know when he changed my dress.

The moment I turned to glance at the bathroom door, it was pushed open and he stepped out, wrapped in just a towel that dangerously hung around his waist. He looked like a god straight out of Greek mythology, Hades, I’d say.

My body suddenly became all excited, something I've only felt for Dean, only that this time, I was more fired up than I have ever been for Dean.

My eyes never left him, it followed him from the bathroom to the closet. And worst, I didn't even know I was staring.

“You can take a photo, it lasts longer,” he uttered, gazing at me.

I choked on nothing and instantly began to cough. He dashed over to me like it was kind of an emergency situation and began to stroke my back. His wet body, pressed against mine. Instead of quenching the cough, he made me choke and cough even more.

“You're not helping,” I gently shoved him off me, looked away and calmed myself.

“Put on some clothes,” I mumbled still looking away

“What, you can't deal with my hotness?” He asked, making me whip my head around.

He had this look of defiance and arrogance as if he already knows he is hot.

I didn't say a word and simply looked away.

“Who changed my clothes last night?” I mumbled.

He looked around the room.

“There are only two people here and so was last night. If you didn't change your clothes, doesn't that automatically mean I changed it?” He raised a brow.

“You could have called someone to…”

“Sweetheart, I don't let others touch what's mine. You've already agreed to be mine. Me changing your clothes shouldn't bother you…”

He had a point, and since I didn't feel violated in any way, I guess I could say I'm safe with him.

“The only thing you should be bothered about is how to make that prick and his slut pay…”

“How do you know so much about me?” I couldn't stop myself from asking.

“You shouldn't bother about that,” he said rather dismissively

“You know so much about me, yet I know nothing, other than your name being Hendrix, I know nothing…”

“I guess I should formally introduce myself to you then, I'm Hendrix Radcliffe,” he said.

“Your age?” I threw out that one question I've been holding in.

I mean, looking at him, I think he would be in the same age bracket with Dean, like 30? I couldn't tell.

Something flashed in his eyes, but before I could decipher it, he smirked.

“I'm 40.”

My jaw dropped, I stared wide eyed.

“You could pass as my father, but you definitely don't look like my father.”

“You can call me daddy, then,” he yet again let out a lopsided smile and returned to the closet.

“How come he doesn't look 40?”

Looks can be deceiving!

“You should go take a shower, I'm taking you out,” he said.

I could only nod absentmindedly and walk into the bathroom. By the time I got out. Hendrix was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a new short and shirt lay in the bed.

Knowing he laid it out for me, I didn't hesitate to change into it.

In just a few hours of being close to him, he has already treated me more special than that bastard has ever treated me in three years.

I felt so special and loved.

After dressing up, I didn't know what else to do, so I headed to the balcony. There, I found an entire table filled with different dishes. A sticky note was placed next to the table.

“Don't worry about me, eat you to your satisfaction, you look skinny.”

I could only smile and sit, happily devouring the meal. I couldn't recall the last time I was this happy. I've been in an extremely toxic marriage for years without even realizing.

If this is what freedom tastes like, then I never want to be left out in it.

By the time I was done eating, Hendrix was already back. But then, he wasn't alone, two ladies were right next to him.

I stared at them, confused.

“They'll do your hair, nails and make up,” he said, standing right next to me.

His eyes went down to the half eaten meal on the table.

“Good job,” he patted my head.

“Is this the part I say, yes daddy,” a silly thought crossed my head.

I could only smile.

Hendrix never left the room the entire time my hair and makeup were being done, he asked if I had any style in mind, but it has been years since I got this kind of treatment, and considering I had been locked out from the world. I knew whatever style I chose must have been out of trend

I let him pick a hairstyle and everything, and much to my surprise, his minimal style perfectly suited me.

“You're ravishing,” he complimented me, the moment it was all done.

All I could do was stare at myself in awe

When the ladies left the room, he came to stand right in front of me and handed a little bag to me.

“Open it,” he said

And when I did, I was almost moved to tears but my expensive make up made it unable for me to cry.

While my husband broke my phone and disconnected me from the world the moment we got married, this man right here, someone I’ve only known for a day was reconnecting me to it.

“Thank you,” I choked out, looking at the Iphone in my hand.

Like always, he patted my head

“We’ll head to the boutique in a minute or two. We need to get you new clothes,” he mumbled, helping me to my feet.

“We’ll head to the company afterwards, I'll be announcing you as the new Chief Operations Officer.”

My jaw dropped

”What?”