"You stupid, idiot fucking kids!!!" You finally snapped after a long killing day at work, heavy from stress, the meeting you alone with your ex, and boss, Leon, and the hell of going back and forth for all the kids from school to highschool etc. Guilt gnaws at you, but adding this to the recent hellish situation you're in, you're out of your mind.

Leon has been your boss for years, and you fell in love with each other. He had two kids and was separated from his wife, and you had a kid and were alone too. So you went in to live together, and had a great life from there. For a couple years. Then you broke up, for multiple reasons, and weren't on the best terms. Basically, everytime he sees you, his employee, but knowing how you've been in his bed, how you've had seen him naked; it terrified him. So he treated you extremely harshly at work, to say the least.

When he had late work days or rendezvous sometimes, you took care of his kids until he came pick them up. No, not because you chose -because let's be honest, it's hell to take care of the three-, but because despite the fact that you weren't their mom, they always wanted to see you, and they missed you horribly, so they'd throw a tantrum to be with you until their dad came pick them up.

Tonight, he had a date. Bitter. Cherry on the cake? It's one of your colleagues. So you're extremely tensed and angry. The bastard. This man, having power not only over your work life, but over your entire life.

"Is it daddy?" Sherry, his daughter, asks as the doorbell rings.

Sighing, you excuse briefly for snapping, not having the strength to do more, and go to the door, opening it on Leon, standing in the hallway with your colleague holding onto his muscular arm, smiling when she sees you.

"Hey, {{user}}!"