A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

“Okay, Mrs. Ford. I will help. Where do you want me?”

“You’re going to be making the dough.”

“Am I?” I challenge.

Instead of replying, Hannah smiles, and it’s so scary and convincing that shudders sweep

down my spine. Jesus Christ. Where has my cute Hannah gone? This one is scary!

“I take my cooking very seriously, Mr. Ford,” Hannah cranes her neck when I walk over to

her. I tilt my head to look down at her. She doesn’t even reach my chin, yet she isn’t one bit

afraid. Nope. Instead of backing up from me, she pokes my chest with a finger while talking.

“And in the kitchen, I’m the boss. Do you hear me?”

Why am I suddenly aroused? “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she grins. “Now, let’s make one hell of a pizza!”

“Yes!”

“That’s ‘yes, ma’am’ for you.”

Bossy when it matters, huh?

I immediately straighten my shoulders. “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Hike this motivated version of Hannah just as much as the shy one-my hard-on would

agree. It feels like

I have a sword in my pants, but I tell myself now isn’t the time.

Instead of carrying Hannah to bed, I bake pizzas in the kitchen.

Honestly, I should be at work. But I am okay with showing up late to my office. It’s not like I

have a boss. anyway, and when I relax, the morning quickly turns into the most delightful

one I’ve had in ages.

Hannah shows me the ropes, and while she is shy about certain things, she becomes a

whole new person when focused on a task. It’s admiring. Somehow, I allow her to turn into

my boss.

I do everything Hannah tells me to, but I also mess with her. When we roll dough, I tackle

her tiny body out of the way, not hard, but enough to take over. She glares at me but gets

her revenge by smacking flour and raw eggs into my face.

I’m about to give her the same treatment, but when Hannah laughs, I decide to let her have

this victory. I focus on baking pizza, and then we eat around the table.

It’s great fun, and when it’s time to leave, I almost don’t want to. I’m slowly putting on my

shoes in the hallway while Hannah watches me with sad, glistening eyes.

“Do you have to work every day?” Hannah asks.

“It’s not about having to work; it’s about taking responsibility,” I stand up and give her a

smile. “Shouldn’t you be studying anyhow?”

“Well, I definitely should, but…” she bites her lower lip while eyeing my hand, which is now

resting on the door handle.

“But?” I ask, blinking.

Hannah blushes, and then she spreads her arms to give me a hug. It’s so sudden that I blink

and do nothing. Shit. Why does it feel so nice having her body pressed to mine like this?

I silently look down when Hannah boldly squeezes my pecs, and that’s when I realize this

isn’t about romance-there are now white flour marks on my pecs!

“You little!”

Hannah falls into a fit of laughter and hurries away from me. “There, now I’m leading in the

prank. leaderboard!”

I glare at her, but on the inside, I’m smiling. “I’m going to get back at you, Mrs. Ford, and

my revenge will be worse than what you’ve done.”

Hannah winks at me. “I will be looking forward to it!”

“Oh, you will change your mind after I’ve gotten my revenge,” I open the door and glance

over my to find her standing by the bottom of the staircase. “Have a nice day.”

She beams at me with a slight pink tint to her cheeks. “You too.”

shoulder

Hours later, I’m sitting inside my office. The pizza I made with Hannah tasted great, even as

a warmed-up lunch. We made an extra one that I’ve just finished.

Suddenly, there is a knock on my door, but like always, my ex-wife doesn’t bother to wait.

Sarah storms into my office unannounced, and her expression today is furious.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had met someone?!” Sarah demands the second she sets her

wild eyes on me. “And you married her right away? Is that a good idea, Tobias? Is your new

wife now a co-owner of this company?! Have you thought this through?!”

“Hello, you too,” I say in a dry tone. For some reason, my heart isn’t excited to see Sarah.

That’s… odd. Usually, there is love behind the hurt, but not today. “And Hannah isn’t a co-

owner. Not that it’s any of your business. I plan to buy you and Daniel out of this company

before the year ends. I have soon collected the money your husband demanded of me.”

Sarah’s eyes flare, and she angrily parks her arms underneath her breasts to pout at me.

“Where have you

but-” gotten so much money from? Not that we aren’t making a profit. We are,

“I’ve bought a couple of other companies this year, and they are all very profitable,” I

interrupt her without remorse. The sooner she is out of here, the better. “Now, was that all

or are we done here? I would like to continue my lunch break in peace.”

Sarah sucks her lips into her mouth, and for a brief moment, I see the woman I fell in love

with: vulnerable and sweet, with her emotions worn on her sleeve.

I married Sarah because she was always honest in the past. She laughed a lot, joked with

me, and we had lots of fun together. But now I’m unsure if she was herself with me or if she

manipulated me and played a game of hearts to get to my money.

Because after we got married, Sarah immediately slept with my best friend, Daniel. And

sure, I was drowning in work and hardly had time for my wife, but that’s not an excuse to

break anyone’s heart like that. Sarah really hurt me, and I’ve had trust issues ever since.

“I was hoping we could talk,” Sarah says, and when I stare at her in silence, she sighs

heavily. “Over dinner, Tobias. Not here.”

I swallow thickly and lean back in my chair. “You expect me to pay for dinner after you

cheated on me? What kind of dream world are you living in?”

She winces as if I’ve punched her but quickly recovers. “We didn’t end things on a bright

note, and I feel as if talking about it over a nice steak would do us well.”

I laugh and shake my head. “How about you kiss my ass because I sure as hell isn’t taking

you to any

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My words seem to shock Sarah. She stares at me with her jaw slacking to the floor, and

that’s when I realize something bizarre: I have exactly what I want.

Sarah is desperate to talk to me. She was also jealous during the buffet. I’ve gotten my

revenge, and I’m pretty sure my ex-wife is still interested in me based on how she is acting.

But here is the oddest thing: I don’t want her back-I want her gone.

It’s strange.

I’m still in love with Sarah. My heart is singing some sad song about lost love, but perhaps

I’m slowly moving on.

“Well…” Sarah walks over to the door. Her face is one of hurt and anger when she looks

over her shoulder. “This won’t be the last of me. I will keep trying to talk to you.”

I roll my eyes. “I suppose there isn’t anything I can say to make you leave me the fuck

alone?”

Instead of replying, Sarah leaves my office, but she doesn’t look angry when she walks

away. There was hurt on her face. And that breaks my heart for some stupid reason.

“Fuck…” I rub my eyelids. “How do you get completely over someone? I’m tired of this shit.”

I exhale at my complicated emotions and then look down at my phone that vibrates on my

table.

Hannah: I baked you some cupcakes and came over as we discussed. But your assistant

Samantha isn’t letting me see you. I am trying to figure out what her problem is!

I snort in amusement.

Samantha is a young girl, and I’m positive she is in love with me, based on the flirty notes

she has sent me since I divorced Sarah. Perhaps she is angry that I’m married to someone

new already and taking it out on Hannah?

I begin typing a message, but then I stop myself. Hannah is here, probably in the lobby

where people. usually wait if they have a meeting with us higher-ups. Hmm. I should go and

pick her up from the waiting room myself. Samantha may back off if she sees us together.