Your Boss Says Hi!

<p>This is a revenge story. Well that's my intention anyway . . .<br><br>I Oakley Durant am nobody's fool at least not once I've seen photographic evidence. If my smug-faced lying boyfriend thinks he can gaslight me out of believing that I saw who and what I saw on his phone he's got a wake-up call coming in hot. I recognize her and the cross-eyed squirrel on her shoulder—which should definitely have left her with more than a few RAGRETS!<br><br>But we're at his company picnic and I am not going to make a spectacle of myself. I'm going to have one more free margarita and then I'm going to get the hell out of here.<br><br>This is rock-solid plan . . . until the owner of the company Hollis Nyx former NFL player/current Daddy Thick Thighs (ugh don't ask and please do not encourage my use of this nickname – it could only end embarrassingly for me) raises his beer at me and smiles. It would be rude not to say hello and introduce myself.<br><br>You know how sometimes hello leads to a conversation which leads to some mild flirtation which leads to two people in the elevator headed up to the president/CEO's impressive corner office? Yeah it's like that.<br><br>Listen nobody's looking for a happily ever after here. I know exactly what I'm doing with this man. I'm getting even that's all. This is just one incredibly hot spite-fueled encounter on his huge leather couch. And up against his tinted (probably) windows. And in his private bathroom. And it only makes sense that a gentleman like Hollis Nyx would buy me dinner afterward. But that's where it ends. This is no fairy tale. No swoon-worthy romance.<br><br>Nope never going to happen.</p>