Broken Vows (Domestic Discipline Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Mariella Starr
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Adult, Family Life, BDSM, Erotic, Marriage, Bachelor, Careers, spanking, Faith, Domestic Discipline, secrets, Reality, country, anal play, guidance, recession, Forever Love, Single Woman, Reconcile, neglect, Marriage Reconciliation, Together, Foundation, Survive, Economy, Recapture, Suppressing, Dominant Role, Responsibilities, Move, Restare Lives
not to put anything on the company server unless the company signed and paid for it first. I owe you for that, and I thank you. Desperate times call for desperate measures."
"Good enough," Lamarr agreed with a nod his head. "This used to be a decent place to work before Mr. Pugh sold out."
"I'm not sure the parent company is responsible for what is happening here. These problems seem homegrown."
He shook hands with his friend and drove out of the parking lot. Waiting at a red light, he swallowed as his gut twisted with anxiety.
He was in debt to his eyeballs, his home mortgage was underwater, and his daughter had emotional problems. He and his wife were living separately, although by a mere fifty feet in their own home, and he had not had sex in almost three friggin months! Two days ago, he had not thought things could get any worse. Today he was unemployed.
* * *
"Will they take you back?" Jenny asked holding her breath.
"I am not going back!" Josh snapped. "Thanks for the support."
"I didn't mean it that way," Jenny exclaimed. "You looked for a job for six months before Pugh and Barkley called you back. Architecture firms took one of the biggest hit in this recession. No one is building and no one is hiring."
"They did not call me back ," Josh corrected her. "They waited past the six-month period when they would have had to reinstate me with my old title and salary. Then they hired me as a contractor. They laid-off twenty of us, Jen. They only offered eight of us jobs again at half our previous salaries without benefits. They have worked us like dogs ever since. Maybe it is time to change careers, to start over, again. What I've been doing for the last five years isn't working."
"Start over with what?" Jenny demanded.
"I don't know," Josh said wearily. "Jen, I am tired of living from paycheck to paycheck. I am sick of borrowing from Peter to pay Paul. We lived better while we were in college, struggling to pay tuition, and living off Ramen noodles. All we had then was a crappy little apartment with used furniture, but at least we owned it outright. We are so underwater and in debt now, I don't know how we can ever get out from under it. We will probably have to file for bankruptcy."
"This is not all my fault," Jenny exclaimed. Before he could respond, she went on the defensive. "What is wrong with wanting nice things? What is wrong with wanting more than we had before?"
"Nothing, if we can afford it." He started to walk away, but instead went to her and sat down on the coffee table in front of her. He took her hands in his, "Jen, we are drowning and it started with this house."
"You have never forgiven me for buying it!" Jenny accused. "You said you did, but you didn't."
"No, I haven't," Josh admitted. "We agreed on which house to buy, and it was one we could afford. I came home from a business trip to find this albatross strung around our necks. It has been choking us to death ever since. You spent our down payment on furniture, and then took money for the down payment from your mother! Our marriage was based on honesty, but then you destroyed it."
"It was a gift," Jenny said, pulling away.
"No, it has been a curse," he snapped. "A gift is given freely. It does not come with strings and constant reminders. There hasn't been a day since you took her money that she has not reminded us of it. She will not let us forget. We have been in bondage to your mother for the last five years. I've heard her call you ungrateful and exploit your guilt so often I have wanted to strangle her. How many times has she reminded us how much we owe her and that we live in this house thanks to her generosity? I can live without her kind of help because it is a life sentence! Every time I see her, I choke on self-contempt. We owe her and she won't let us forget it!"
"She's my mother," Jenny exclaimed pulling away from him and bursting into tears.
"Denise has become our jailer, it has to stop!"
"Josh!"
"I mean it, Jen, we have
"Good enough," Lamarr agreed with a nod his head. "This used to be a decent place to work before Mr. Pugh sold out."
"I'm not sure the parent company is responsible for what is happening here. These problems seem homegrown."
He shook hands with his friend and drove out of the parking lot. Waiting at a red light, he swallowed as his gut twisted with anxiety.
He was in debt to his eyeballs, his home mortgage was underwater, and his daughter had emotional problems. He and his wife were living separately, although by a mere fifty feet in their own home, and he had not had sex in almost three friggin months! Two days ago, he had not thought things could get any worse. Today he was unemployed.
* * *
"Will they take you back?" Jenny asked holding her breath.
"I am not going back!" Josh snapped. "Thanks for the support."
"I didn't mean it that way," Jenny exclaimed. "You looked for a job for six months before Pugh and Barkley called you back. Architecture firms took one of the biggest hit in this recession. No one is building and no one is hiring."
"They did not call me back ," Josh corrected her. "They waited past the six-month period when they would have had to reinstate me with my old title and salary. Then they hired me as a contractor. They laid-off twenty of us, Jen. They only offered eight of us jobs again at half our previous salaries without benefits. They have worked us like dogs ever since. Maybe it is time to change careers, to start over, again. What I've been doing for the last five years isn't working."
"Start over with what?" Jenny demanded.
"I don't know," Josh said wearily. "Jen, I am tired of living from paycheck to paycheck. I am sick of borrowing from Peter to pay Paul. We lived better while we were in college, struggling to pay tuition, and living off Ramen noodles. All we had then was a crappy little apartment with used furniture, but at least we owned it outright. We are so underwater and in debt now, I don't know how we can ever get out from under it. We will probably have to file for bankruptcy."
"This is not all my fault," Jenny exclaimed. Before he could respond, she went on the defensive. "What is wrong with wanting nice things? What is wrong with wanting more than we had before?"
"Nothing, if we can afford it." He started to walk away, but instead went to her and sat down on the coffee table in front of her. He took her hands in his, "Jen, we are drowning and it started with this house."
"You have never forgiven me for buying it!" Jenny accused. "You said you did, but you didn't."
"No, I haven't," Josh admitted. "We agreed on which house to buy, and it was one we could afford. I came home from a business trip to find this albatross strung around our necks. It has been choking us to death ever since. You spent our down payment on furniture, and then took money for the down payment from your mother! Our marriage was based on honesty, but then you destroyed it."
"It was a gift," Jenny said, pulling away.
"No, it has been a curse," he snapped. "A gift is given freely. It does not come with strings and constant reminders. There hasn't been a day since you took her money that she has not reminded us of it. She will not let us forget. We have been in bondage to your mother for the last five years. I've heard her call you ungrateful and exploit your guilt so often I have wanted to strangle her. How many times has she reminded us how much we owe her and that we live in this house thanks to her generosity? I can live without her kind of help because it is a life sentence! Every time I see her, I choke on self-contempt. We owe her and she won't let us forget it!"
"She's my mother," Jenny exclaimed pulling away from him and bursting into tears.
"Denise has become our jailer, it has to stop!"
"Josh!"
"I mean it, Jen, we have
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