TRADING MY CHEATING EX FOR HIS BILLIONAIRE BOSS

ANISSA

“Goshhhh! Fuck baby, push harder!!!”

“Fuck me before she returns,” were sounds I heard from the bedroom of our family estate as I eavesdropped from the balcony. I'd forgotten my phone and quickly returned without reaching the grocery store, only to meet with this.

The voice was no other but my husband, Davis Adams. My adrenaline wanted to get to my head but I decided to make sure it wasn't my imagination playing on me. As I was about to leave the balcony to go bang in, his voice came up again.

“Let's do it quickly, so you can go take care of your baby.” He groaned. “She's crying in the other room.” I listened and my toddler stepdaughter was crying. I'd left her to the care of our nanny, the only one staying with us.

Which baby of hers is he talking about?

A chuckle rang next in my ears followed by a moan. “Yess–ss,” she moaned. It was Nancy's voice. The reality of the whole scene was beginning to clearly play before me even when I didn't see anything.

“It's quite funny how she can't tell that the child belongs to us and that you hired me here as your nanny so you would be–” her voice stopped before rising up in pitch. “--Fucking me.”

My legs began to shake. “What the hell?” I jumped off the balcony, racing straight to the door, banging in before they could realize. Boom! Both my husband and the nanny were bent over the sofa, fucking naked, his cock right inside her pussy as he'd been giving her a doggy.

I screamed, tears falling freely from my eyes.

“I can explain! I can explain!!” Davis, my husband quickly pulled out, rushing towards me but I pushed him hard.

“What can you explain? You're cheating on me with this bitch of a nanny?”

“Don't think I didn't hear what both of you were saying, I was at the balcony listening to what you both were saying–” My voice cracked, trailing off.

It was really difficult to control my emotions at this moment, seeing the man I loved with my whole life, the man I wanted to build a family with doing this to me, I felt like ripping him apart. But there's a law.

I'll give to him exactly in the same way he has given to me, then do away with him. I'll divorce him and kick him out of my house with his bitchy nanny.

Turning around, I raced out of the room. I stood by the taxi, one came by and stopped. “Where are you going?” The driver asked. My mind was too cloudy to know where exactly I wanted to be but I needed a place I'd just get drunk and fuck someone much better than him.

So I visited the elite night club in town, it was evening, 7:30 PM, hoping to get across to someone who would agree to be my call boy. Then as I