Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

My blood boils. What kind of idiots are these?

I'm about to step forward and give them a piece of my mind, but someone beats me to it.

Alex.

He steps forward slowly, grabbing a sack of ingredients without hesitation. His face is calm, but his voice is cold.

"Is your company bigger than mine?." He stops and asks the first man.

"Mr. King, you seriously-"

"Answer my question." He cuts him off.

Everyone is so quiet you can hear a feather fall. The man starts shaking as he forces a fake laugh,

"No. How can I compare to you, sir?" He responds, and I hold back a scoff.

Bastards who want to bully those weaker than them but fumble when someone more powerful is in the picture.

So pathetic.

"Or you," He turns his head to the other two. So lazily, he looks like they don't even deserve to be looked at, "Perhaps yours makes more money than mine does."

They both shake their heads quickly, mumbling something about how that's not what they meant. One of them even starts stammering, trying to backpedal like a coward caught in a lie.

Alex scoffs and slams the sack onto the table.

"If you can't do what you're told to, then go home," he says, his tone sharp enough to slice through bone.

"Why are you even here? Is that what you're going to teach your kids? That a little dirt on your hands makes you less of a man? That teamwork and effort are beneath you because you signed a few cheques?"

The silence is so thick that even the trees seem to lean in.

"No wonder your companies are still worth the same value as an expired coupon," he adds with a dry smirk.

Some people chuckle under their breath, others are nervous, and others are stunned.

It's like walking around eggshells with Alex, and they all know it. One call from him

and everything they own either increases in value or turns to shit.

As much as I hate to admit. He is a powerful man. And I find it hot.

I mean, who wouldn't?

Ethan steps forward right after, his arms folded, and his gray eyes narrowed in that lazy way that somehow feels more dangerous than yelling.

He clicks his tongue.

the ones who peak at mediocrity that act like lifting a

Alex with a laugh, grabbing a chopping board from the supply table. Then, he turns to face the

me guess. Your wives dress

standing at the front with a clipboard, lets out a noise, something between a laugh and a cough

have to hold myself from bursting out into a fit

Rayen's teacher's cheeks flush a deep shade of pink as Alex turns

do we start?" he asks, his

She blinks.

Twice.

shaky hand to a section by the

"Uh....r-right there, Mr. King."

my

to calm down

dads, now shame-faced and awkward, scatter toward the supply

One trips slightly.

something about

anyone have a complaint?"

We all respond in

She claps

"You can get started!"

Everyone erupts into movement.

attention to what mummy and Daddy are

Lorenzo!" They all

open space where the

even paint. Rose grabs

life?" she asks, tying

I mutter, eyeing a wooden

snorts. "Close enough. Just don't hammer your thumb. That's

hurt by

as the realization dawns on

totally forgot the dangers of doing this for

sit this one out." She suggests, but I shake

no room for arguments. She nods with a smile as the other mothers join us, and we get to work. Honestly, it's fun. Loud,

bubbles around us as some women try and fail to hammer nails straight. One mom is painting hearts on a window frame, while another

someone raises a brow.

the field, the dads are a

up and stirring a pot so carefully one would think he's

grill

that whenever he cooks for us." Rose laughs, following

nearly burns

Another

the

stumbling back. Miss Lorenzo hurries over with a

s

a dragon,” she scolds gently, adjusting the fire