The Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Timing

Alison's POV.

The next few days had been extremely tense. I still hadn't fully comprehended that I was now working under my ex-husband, something that I wasn't too pleased about. With his constant stares and lingering smiles, he had begun to arise a sense of fear within me.

What did he want? He said he wants me back but I could only scoff in disbelief. I'm sure it's for some sort of business deal, he didn't truly want me. I was merely a product that aided him to success. I wasn't his wife. I was his advertiser.

Would he hurt anyone of my loved ones to get to me? Blake was cruel person and I didn't doubt his actions. He could do  anything. Would do anything get what he wanted.

If it was the ugly truth in wealth. Money could get you nearly everything.

Luke had been on the edge after I had filled him in with the prior events and I feared that my best friend would soon be fired from his job. His cold glares and snarls were obvious signs of his distaste to his boss. However Blake, who only smirk at this, rolling his eyes. Yet I could see that he was beginning to become irritated at Luke, returning his glares and muttering words with other staff his eyes trained on my best friend.

"Luke, that's enough."I said, firmly, pressing my hand on his back and shoving him lightly.

He turned around scowling.

"What?"

I raised an eyebrow,"Stop glaring at him like you want to kill him tonight."

"I do."he muttered, before meeting my strict gaze and rolling his eyes.

"What happened between us is in the past. It doesn't matter."

His eyes narrowed down at me, and a heavy frown was prominent on his face,"Yes it does. If it has something to do with you, then it matters."

My raised eyebrow elevated somehow even higher.

"Okay, I'll tone down the cringe factor a bit."he mumbled, not meeting my gaze.

I grinned, agreeing with him,"That's great news, but really you shouldn't diss the guy like that, he is your boss after all. You'll get fired."

"See if I care."he scoffed, holding his head high.

A feeling of dread washed over me and I advanced towards him, my hand gripping his bicep. I shook my head, glaring at him slightly.

"No Luke. I don't want this. I don't want my best friend getting fired just because I've had some break up over a good for nothing guy who probably can't even toast his own bread."

He chuckled lightly, nodding.

"But it still isn't right Al. He's such a dick for treating you like that, and I swear when I get my hands on that motherfucker - "

Luke paused, sighing in defeat at my warning glare.

"I will get on my knees and fucking worship him."

I laughed, patting him on the back,"Not exactly what I was aiming for, but it'll do for now."

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