Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

DENNIS

My predicament was ridiculous. Anyone who hears of this would laugh in my face. I was avoiding my own employee. I had been doing so since that unfortunate day. And the avoidance didn't begin at work. I started by refusing to go for my baths on my scheduled days. And on days when avoidance seems impossible, I snap at her and seriously scold her over insignificant things.

The usual bubbly mood at this branch of my bar was now tense as no one wanted to evoke the boss' wrath. They all practically walked on eggshells around me, waiting for that moment when I'll leave for the day.

I wasn't sure if I did all of these because I was scared that I'd fall into her trap again or because I was just embarrassed. Maybe it was both. Plus the realization that my self control wasn't as rigid as I had always thought it was was a slap in the face.

As I skimmed through the rules of the newest contract I was about to sign with a gymnasium, I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," I said absentmindedly. It must be the manager, I thought as I'd asked him to come when he was done.

"Good day, sir."

My head snapped up and all of my guards rose when I heard that voice.

"What do you want?" I blurted heatedly.

She regarded me for a long while then she sighed, throwing her hands in the air. "What's happening?"

"What do you mean what's happening? That didn't answer my question, why are you here?" I frowned, eyeing her overly tight uniform. Now that I think about it, her uniform has always been this tight and short and I vaguely remember how this always got her the attention of the men that frequented this bar, especially at night. Was that her aim? Or has she always wanted to seduce me?

"Answers, Dennis. Answers are what I want and it's why I'm here. I need answers!" She said earnestly, seeming almost frustrated.

I scoffed at how she addressed me. "I'm still your boss. You work under me and I pay you. Accord me the respect I deserve."

She rolled her eyes. "Stop deflecting from what's on ground. It's not working. Stop hiding your feelings from me."

I actually guffawed at her last sentence. "Did you just say feelings?" I said amidst chuckles before I threw my head back and laughed hard.

When I looked back before me, sobering up, I was shocked to see Tabitha perched on the desk just beside my seat.

"I know you want me," she said with a smug smile.

I watched incredulously as she undid the top buttons of her shirt, revealing a good amount of the raised flesh on her chest. Then she lowered her head and tried to bring her lips to my face.

My palm itched to slap the lust in her eyes out, but I don't hit women, so instead I pushed her off me.

"What do you think of yourself, Tabitha?"

She gaped at me as if she was seeing me for the first time.

"Because I allowed you to introduce me to your stupid church, now you think you can come close to me?"

She sputtered for a while, unable to form any word.

Then I told her, "I did some findings on your stupid cult of a church and found out it's nothing but a sham." had to. After the insane experience, I was convinced that something wasn't right. The ointment was a sham. The immersion was sasham. Turned out everything wasn't right.

She gasped, her eyes widening. "How can you say that, boss? It's not a sham and you know that. Afterall, you benefited from it."

"You and I know I benefited absolutely nothing! I was just stupid and desperate and you took advantage of that, going as far as making me cheat on my wife!"

She scoffed. "Cheat? Did you just say that?" She laughed then she rolled her eyes. "Gosh, stop being so uptight. It was just a harmless kiss."

I raised my brows as I gaped at her. "Harmless kiss, you say?" I said as I remembered how close I was to fucking her that day.

"Yes. You didn't cheat, okay? We only kissed and there's nothing wrong with that." She said it as though she was speaking to a child.

"If it's foreign to you, get it stuck to your brain that kissing someone else while you have a partner is cheating."

She rolled her eyes. “You're so

boring." She smiled, batting her lashes as she undid another button on her shirt. "And so tense." She

ve

began to walk to me again. "Come on, let's ease some of those

tension." She curled her arms

around my shoulder. "Let me get you to relax, baby."

"Get out," I seethed, my fingers rolled into my palm as I resisted the urge to hit her.

She pulled back, surprise evident on her features. Then she smiled knowingly. "Oh I see. You want me to get on my knees, don't you? You want me to deep-throat you, huh?" She wiggled her brows as she looked from my crotch area to my face.

I was speechless. How did I employ

a slut as my employee? I wondered.

I could still remember the day I

interviewed her in this same office. She had seemed so courteous remember thinking that she was perfect and didn't even need to be interviewed.

"Get out, Tabitha. And know that you've just lost your job. I never want you to set foot here ever again."

Her eyes bugged. "You can't do that," she sputtered. "You can't fire me."Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes, I can. Now get out before I call the cops."

Her chest rose and fell as she glared at me. "You will regret this, Dennis! You've just lost your best employee!" She yelled as she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.