The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Fred’s eyes were blood red as he pointed at Marian and Brock, bellowing, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Marian simply rolled her eyes in annoyance at him. “Can you stop already? Mr. Summer and I are just doing research, and you’ve just ruined all our progress.”

“Fuck you!” Fred bellowed. “Research? On a hotel room bed?! Do you take me for a fool?!”

Marian thought nothing of her duplicity, however, even shoving Fred and shouting, “Why are you yelling at me? I’ve been respecting you too much, haven’t I? What’s the problem if Mr. Summer and I just want a little bit of fun?”

“So you’re admitting to it?” Fred bit his lip so hard that he bled. “Don’t you have a hint of dignity, Marian?!”

“Dignity?” Marian rolled her eyes. “What good is that? Does that put food on the table? Hell, you and that dignity of yours makes you less than two grand a month–I’m basically giving you a freebie by playing with you.”

“What…” Fred could have a stroke even as he stared at Marian, hardly believing that she was the one spouting such vile words. “W–What happened to you, Marian? Didn’t we promise each other to work hard, buy a house together, and then get married?”

Marian could see the love in his eyes, but was completely apathetic, “Oh, you. Marry you? Can you even afford a house? I was the most beautiful girl at the school too–why should I suffer like you? There’s also your useless mother and your sister’s debts! Marrying you is pure suffering!”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

She had no intention to keep up pretenses now that she and Brock had been caught in the act. Dispensing with all guises right then, she gave it straight to Fred about everything she hated about him!

Fred was left gaping, feeling dead inside just then.

“Then why won’t you just break up with me?” he asked, his eyes welling up with an emotion that could either be rage or sorrow. “Why would you stay with me?”

Marian twirled her hair with a finger as she sneered. “Because suckers like you are hard to find.

“Alright, alright,” Brock growled impatiently just then, having settled on the couch and lit himself a cigarette. “Fred, I have no intention of stealing your gal–we’re just relaxing together. I’ll raise your salary to a couple of grand per month, so let’s put this all behind us… Also, why don’t you buy us another box of condoms?”

With that, he whipped out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and threw it on the floor.

He was Fred’s boss, while Marian was Fred’s girlfriend–they both knew Fred and his cowardly nature all too well.

He would never argue with anyone and would start apologizing at the first sign of trouble!

Even if Brock was caught fucking his girl, he just had to pay a couple of dimes, and Fred would‘ not even dare to breathe another word!

Fred was left staring blankly at the hundred dollar bill on the floor.

“You both really consider me your lapdog, don’t you?” he asked icily.

Are you saying you’re not?” Brock chuckded coolly. “You can quit pretending as if you have spine – get out of here already.”

“Are you done yet?” Marian snapped impatiently as well “Get out, or I’m going to break up with you!”

Smack!

Fred slapped her across the face as soon as she finished, and she stumbled before dropping to the floor.

“Did you just fucking hit me, Fred Lawrence?!” she screamed