Chapter 8

Conors P.O.V.

I heard my door being pushed open and thinking it was Mia; I looked up, sighing in frustration, and saw it was my ex, my Sydney, and my son Johnathan, walking into my office, Sydney wearing a pissed off snarl on her lips.

“So you're fucking your employees now, huh?” She demanded, put her hands on her hips. “I can't believe you. Is this the type of behavior you want your son to learn?”

“Sydney, I suggest you stop talking like that in front of my son. I have already warned you. You shouldn't be using that type of language around him, his too little,” I growled, my frustration online growing.

I already have to deal with a woman who doesn't even belong in a bar. She is much too sweet, and much too innocent to deal with the drunken assholes that wonder into my bar.

Now, my ex-wife wants to throw around her attitude, hurling accusations like she has a right to know who I'm fucking or who I'm not fucking, and she is doing that in front of my son.

Like always.

I swear she was t