Marrying My Ex’s Boss Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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Then again, I could be the problem, seeing as how I have always liked my women a little nutty. This one isn’t only that, but she’s hot as fuck, with curves in all the right places.

Even with that, it was hard to imagine that the bombshell had given birth to the three kids who ran over to her and whatever she was doing over there.

The kids probably thought it was a game because they jumped on their Dad’s back and started playing while their mother just walked out of the room.

I followed her with my eyes until she disappeared out the door, then made a split-second decision to follow her. My gut has never steered me wrong, and it was kicking up a fuss right now as soon as I lost sight of her.

I didn’t exactly catch up to her, but I reached my car just as she was pulling out of her spot, so it was easy to follow her. I asked myself a few times what the hell I was doing as I followed her out of the city, past the county line, and into the next state.

We were on the road a good two hours before I realized we were headed to the beach. She better not be going to drown herself, or I’d be very disappointed.

I didn’t even realize she’d stopped until I almost ran into the back of her. There were no streetlights on this stretch of road, and the grass was as tall as a man.

I watched her get out of the car and wondered what the hell she was doing now when she walked back to my car and knocked on the window.

I rolled it down only to have a gun pointed in my face. “Why the fuck are you following me asshole?” My grin threw her off, but I couldn’t help it. Oh, bless you, Grandpa, for making me give up my wild ways and come back to the fold.

JUSTINE

Bless his heart; he’s touched in the head. That didn’t mean I was about to put away my gun, though. I’d been driving along, minding my business, and talking to myself. I was still so mad that I wanted to turn back and finish what I started.

Since I didn’t want to end up as a YouTube video, I changed my mind about getting on a plane. The way I feel I’d slap the shit out of the first person who looked at me cross-eyed, and the airport these days seem to be filled with asswipes.

So, I switched directions in my head and headed for my family’s beach house instead. No one will be there this time of year; it was too early in the season, but I’ve got a key and an open invitation from Momma and Daddy, as do all my siblings.

Besides, I don’t think running off to Europe without a suitcase was a good idea. I can’t act the way I used to when I was a kid because I have responsibilities and shit, but that’s exactly where I was planning to go.

It's been a while since I got on a plane and went anywhere other than Disney, so that would’ve been great, but common sense prevailed.

I was shaking so hard it was a wonder I didn’t side swipe someone, but I knew it was safe to be on these streets this time of night because no one ever took these back roads after dark.

There are no houses, no streetlights for miles, and just peace and quiet. So even though I was tipsy, I wasn't dumb enough to put my life or anyone else’s in jeopardy.

I find the car is one of the best places to have a bitch fest with myself, and since I hadn’t had time to tell anyone about my upcoming divorce, it was just me and Justice for now.

This all started with a visit to the doctor. Something didn’t feel right down there, and I had a sneaky suspicion, but before I blamed anyone without proof, I had to go get checked out.

There were no other signs that my husband was cheating. He worked late more often than not, but that was to be expected with his job, and I never made any bones about it.

As a stay-at-home wife and mother, I took my position seriously. Only one of my kids had started school, and the other two were still home with me all day, so I had graphs and charts mapped out to make our family life run as smoothly as possible.

I made sure I was never too tired to fuck, and never nagged him about money or anything else because this is what I signed up for when I agreed to stay at home with the kids.

When the nurse at the doctor’s office called me with the results, I sat and breathed deep for a few seconds. My children were in the house running around and getting into shit; I couldn’t light the shit on fire.


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