Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

It's a pity that this hunk happened to be her boss.

Joy propped her chin, lost in a daze staring at Austin's lips, oblivious to the fact that his gaze had lingered on her face for a few seconds.

Selina mentioned something about a bar opening downtown, complete with a lineup of beefy male models strutting their stuff, and Joy, sneaking around like a cat on tiptoe, was about to make a run for it when Austin's text popped up.

"Don't bail yet, wait for me."

Great, did he install some sort of super spyware in his office or what?

Reluctantly, with no room for rebellion, Joy slumped back into her seat, dreading yet another assignment. Talk about timing!

Austin was catching up with work, juggling a few calls, and by the time he emerged from his office, donning his jacket, half an hour had ticked by.

Hearing footsteps, Joy looked up, bored to bits, and was caught mid-chew on a spicy beef jerky.

Austin's gaze hardened briefly before he withdrew his hand, initially reaching out to her, and shoved it into his pocket instead.

Joy licked her lips, now a fiery shade of red from the spice, holding up the half-eaten jerky, "What's up? You had me wait for what?"

for a moment before sighing,

read, "Are you kidding

the mood to elaborate, "Let's get you

what could only

over her shoulder, gnawing on her jerky all the

something." Austin focused on the rearview mirror, navigating the car out of the garage, "But then

main road before finally glancing her way, "I'm not interested in your jerky. There's

if only he'd made his intentions clear earlier! She wouldn't

frustrated and regretful; it felt like a missed opportunity, which was

she tried to maintain a semblance of dignity, "You know, as

an employee, constantly staring at your boss's

"Weren't you the one who forced a kiss on me first?" "Are

was taken aback,

you're allowed to

that? you're into something.

why not just buy a dead

grocery

burst into laughter, "Joy, you're

of course, I am." Joy