All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel I want an open marriage

SARAH

“I want an open marriage, Sarah.”

My eyes drift from Aaron to the sly bitch sprawled on the bed behind him. I hope she knows she’s fired. I hope she knows I’ll do anything to make sure she’s never hired by any of the big 40s in our country. I am not a petty woman, but I trusted my personal assistant enough not to crawl into my husband’s bed.

Apparently, that was a mistake.

I swallow hard and return my gaze to my husband of six years. He stands tall, wearing nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. Bile forms in my throat when I realize that I bought that for him.

“Why?” I ask, fighting my tears.

“I told you I want a divorce, Aaron. Not an open marriage. I refuse to bring myself down to your level.”

He throws his head back and laughs. I recognize the sound. There was a time it made me blush and look away, but that was so many years ago. Now, I just want to stick my heel in his throat and stop that laughter forever.

I don’t do that. I stand still and look straight into those menacing green eyes of his.

“You must be joking, Sarah. If you do that, I’ll walk away with all of Wellspring. I’ll reduce you to nothing, woman. You know me.” He begins walking in circles around me.

“We built that company from the ground up together. Six years of my sweat, money, and brain are in Wellspring. You are only the face. If you dare to threaten me with divorce again,” he places his hand on my shoulder, and I contemplate my chances of a “not guilty” verdict for involuntary…or voluntary manslaughter.

I tilt my head to look at him. His lips spread into a thin smile.

“I’ll take it all, Sarah. Every single bit of it, and toss you into the streets. Let’s see if your darling brother will be able to save you from the ruins.”

My jaw clenches at the mention of my brother. If Kevin knew what Aaron had done to me, to the sacred bond of our marriage, my darling husband would have been in a body bag on his way to his own funeral.

I take another look at the blonde bitch on my bed and force a smile.

“Fine then. You want an open marriage,” I turn to Aaron. The man whom I have spent six years of my life loving, supporting, encouraging. The only man I have ever trusted enough to give my heart and body too. None of it means anything to him.

Why should I fight for the respect of someone who has done nothing but disrespect me? Sleeping with more than half of my female staff? Lord.

“I’ll give you an open marriage. But I promise I’ll make you regret it.”

“Regret?” He asks as amusement lights up in his eyes.

That annoying laughter slips out of his throat again.

“What do you think you are? Why would I regret this decision? I have been craving for this day all through our marriage. You…” he points right his index finger at me.

“…are a lame vanilla pillow loving fuck. What am I supposed to regret? The back shots you can’t give? The positions you’re too fucking lazy to stay in? My dick you’re too dumb to suck properly?”

I can’t stop it now. The tears flow from my eyes and run down my cheeks. I grip the sides of my suit pants, digging my manicured fingers into my skin.

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