HIS MISTRESS

Girlfriend

Ricardo got dressed the following morning and prepared for work. He sat at the hotel's coffee shop, sipping a cup of coffee and waiting for his ride to arrive. His car was still at his house and he wasn't going to try to get it back. He was going to prove to his father that he could survive without him.

His ride arrived and he left for work. He arrived at the company and walked towards the elevator. He tried opening it with his office identity card but it was declined. He tried and tried but he got the same results.

" What's wrong?" He asked himself confused.

Just then, an employee approached and swiped his own ID card to open the elevator. "Need help, sir?"

Ricardo nodded, stepping inside. "Must be a faulty card," he thought, making a mental note to have it replaced.

He stepped out of the elevator and made way to his office when he heard someone calling after him.

"Excuse me, sir!"

Ricardo turned to face his father's personal assistant.

"I'm sorry, sir. You can't be here," the assistant said, his eyes apologetic.

Ricardo's brows rose. "What do you mean?"

"I received instructions from the chairman yesterday to deny you access," the assistant explained.

Ricardo's face darkened. "What?!" His father was not allowing him into the company.

The assistant hesitated. "Please, sir. I don't want to lose my job."

Ricardo was full with rage. He wasn't going to allow this. He stormed out of the company with only one destination in mind, his father's mansion.

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Ricardo stormed into his father's study to see him doing some paper work. He slammed the door very hard, causing Roberto's head to jerk up I'm shock.

" You asked you PA to kick me out of the company?" He asked, his face scrunched up in anger.

Roberto relaxed into his seat. " Why are you surprised?" He asked. " You weren't expecting me to allow you into my company after you refused me, or were you?"

" How could you be so mean?" Ricardo asked unbelievably.

" And how could you be so ungrateful?" Roberto barked at his son, sitting up right on his chair.

" I have always done everything you want of me" Ricardo fired back. " Just this one thing and you wouldn't let me do?"

Roberto sighed. " I am no having this conversation with you anymore. You know what to do if you want the company back"

" You already kicked me out" Roberto glared. " I can always find another job"

Roberto chuckled dryly. " Let's see how that goes"

Ricardo stared at his father in confusion. " Why the Acosta's ?" He asked. " Why not someone else?" He groaned out in frustration. " Damn! You're rich enough to sponsor the campaign yourself"

" Get out of here" Roberto breathed out, adjusting his glasses on his face. Ricardo hesitated. " Get the hell out!" He yelled.

Ricardo took one last look at his father before walking out of the study.

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Jaime walked down the lonely path that led to his home. He had just gone out on a stroll to clear his head. He had his headset on and his hands tucked into his jacket. He was lost in the thrill of the music he was listening to and was caught off guard when a black car came to an abrupt halt in front of him.

Scrambling far away from the car, he pulled down his headset. The car opened and three men alighted from the car, all dressed in black. Jaime started to hurriedly walk away but was pulled back by one of them.

" Not so fast" Maxwell said yanking Jaime towards him.

" Who are you?" Jaime asked.

" You don't know me but you definitely would know my girlfriend" Maxwell sneered.

Jaime raised his brows. " I don't understand " He doesn't know this man and he definitely doesn't know who his girlfriend is.

" I'm very sure you understand" Maxwell gritted his teeth and turned to the other men. " Deal with him"

The other two men sauntered towards Jaime. Jaime took two steps backwards. The men approaching him looked scary and intimidating. He was about to take to his heels but was grabbed by Maxwell again, out of defense, Jaime rammed his hand into Maxwell's face.

" Fuck" Maxwell cussed, grabbing his face and staggering backwards.

Jaime started to run off but was soon captured by the two men. Jaime tried fighting them off but they were too strong. He struggled with them but they were able to pin him to the ground.

" Let go off me" Jaime tried pushing them off of him.

" Stay put" One of the men said, pressing Jaime's chest to the ground.

Maxwell walked over to them, rubbing his bleeding nose and cussing. " Sonofabitch" He stomped his foot on Jaime face earning a groan from him. " How dare you raise your filthy hands on me?" He stomped his foot on his face again " Huh?"

Jaime groaned from the pain, tilting his head to the side to hide his face from Max's brutal foot.

" Do your damn job" Maxwell yelled at the men, moving out of the way.

The men began to beat Jaime up, punching him hard on the face and other parts of his body.

" Harder!" Maxwell yelled from behind. " Hit his stupid face"

The men hit Jaime until he stopped struggling with them. His eyes were half closed and his breathing was ragged.

" Why did you stop?" Maxwell asked them.

" He's not moving" One of them answered.

" I think he's dead" The other added.

" What do you mean?" Maxwell asked moving forward. He stopped in front of Jaime and saw that his eyes were almost closed and he wasn't moving. He bent down next to him and brought his ear closer to his face. " He's still breathing" He sneered, rising to his full length. " Stay the fuck away from Alexa. She's mine!" He kicked Jamie's stomach earning a low growl from him. " I'll let you live but next time, you won't be so lucky" He growled.

He turned and walked away with the men he brought along.

Jaime laid on the bare floor, his face completely battered with blood oozing out of his face, nose and ears. He tried to move but every part of his body ached, especially his abdomen. What Maxwell had said left him confused. Alexa was his girlfriend? He didn't know she had a boyfriend. But why would he beat him up? He hadn't done anything with Alexa,  they were just friends.

He rolled on the floor trying to get up. Pain shot through every part of him as he managed to get to his feet. Blood dripped from his face as he dragged his feet on the ground, trying to balance himself.

Ignoring the pain shooting through his leg, he trudged along the path that led to his house, with one hand on his stomach and the other pressing against the wall to keep him balanced.

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Poor Jaime 😢
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