The CEO's ex-wife is a famous lawyer

Chapter Two

My heart pounded at his words. I wouldn't have taken his words to mean anything but with the white paper he skidded on the coffee table, he had to be damn serious. I released some water into the glass cup. The paper, so white like nothing I ever laid eyes upon, continued to stare at me. I already knew the content but it still begged for it to be opened. I unwrapped the folded piece one after the other and his signature, boldly carved with a black pen, appeared.He wasn't joking. "Take, sign the papers!" He tossed a pen before me but before he could take his leave, I dropped to my knees. His legs wrapped around my arms and my cheek resting on his knees. "Please, don't do this," I pleaded. He stared down at me for a while. I couldn't hold back my tears. "It's over Teresa. Don't you get it. It's over. Just sign the papers and we are done!" he insisted. My arms were so tight around his legs that he couldn't move. Except he would force himself, which would send me rolling on the floor. But he shoved himself away seeing I wouldn't let go. "Just signed them. You would be duly compensated for it."My teary eyes couldn't hold forth. I picked myself up and headed towards the coffee table where I began reading the divorce terms one after the other. This was all I got after two years of being married. Alimony of ten million dollars would be paid. The clause caught my attention. He wants to pay me for the years wasted or what. Well, I don't need his money for support or whatever reason he had for it. My parents were well off for anything I needed. I struck out the alimony clause before signing the papers. Done. But he was nowhere to be found. He may as well have gone back to the company where he spends most of his time. His father's death made him the CEO of the multi-billion dollar empire. But did he have to deliver the papers himself? James would have been better off doing the delivery Job. I guess he must have thought it personal to come himself. None of which mattered anyway. Anyway, I shoved the thoughts aside and in no time I set to leave the place I once called home. I picked up the few clothes, the ones I bought myself and ignored every other thing that would remind me of him. Mrs Jones walked in when the swung open. The bags told her the whole story. She threw her arms around me and we both cried for a while. "I'm sorry Teresa," she cried.I would miss her but I must leave. I grabbed my bag and I saw myself out of the mansion I once called home. James, the regular driver appeared and he seemed to have been awaiting my arrival. "Let me help with those. Boss asked me to drop you off." He reached to grab my bag but I shoved it behind. "I'm fine, I would be fine James. Thank you." I'm a free woman. I don't need his help anymore. Not even his driver or anything else. I glanced around the building one last time. Mrs Jones stood with some teary eyes. She has been my only family the whole time in the hell I called a home. "Taxi!"I shoved whatever thoughts aside and hopped in. "Where to miss!" Home.That would have been the perfect reply except that the dark skinned man would have no idea about it. "15th Broadway Street."I gazed at the window the entire time. Some old school music blared from the speakers as we passed the restaurants, parks, grocery stores—I felt relieved and glad. Glad that every point we drove past was like leaving behind misery. I would miss the town. I was the happiest girl when I arrived here two years ago, happy that I finally got to be with the guy I've always had a thing for back at forcados highschool. But here I'm, leaving on a sad note.The driver continued shaking his head to the famous hit track of Micheal Jackson. The thoughts of Ramirez kept coming back but I shoved them aside as we passed through the busy streets of Chadwick city. My phone beeped and there appeared a message: You don't deserve to be his wife. I hissed and hit the delete button. The driver continued shaking his head to the rhythm. And that should occupy my thoughts. Except it didn't."Hey! Are you married?" I was almost screaming because of the blaring music. "Me!" he asked. "Yeah!""Nah, marriage...for every other person but me." He paused, and I figured he was contemplating his next words. Well, he better not spill some garbage at a woman who just divorced."I consider myself unlucky with women," he added. His face now grim. "And why do you say that?""Don't go there, miss. Don't go there! You would only understand when you've been through five divorce."Interesting. Maybe we are in the era of divorce. The car screeched to a halt and a multitude of faces greeted me when I stepped out of the car."Mom! Dad!" I exclaimed. How the hell did they know of my little journey. "Darling. So good to see you!" They took turns in hugging their little daughter who just got divorced. I let myself get absorbed in their embrace. The taxi blared its horn twice. "Hey miss, it's thirty dollars!" echoed from the inside. I got so carried away by my parents that I forgot to pay the fares. "Hey, keep the change, and merry Christmas to you."He gave his thanks and drive off. How the hell did they know? was the question begging to be answered when I stepped into the heavily decorated siting room. It was Christmas, and I was busy getting divorced that I failed to notice. The colored bulbs flickered various light every few seconds. Our home, my new home, was large. My parents were comfortable and thinking about the alimony thing back at the divorce papers pissed me off. "Dad, how did you know I was coming?" I just couldn't hold back the question screaming in my head. "Yeah, of course we knew you were coming," my dad, a gray haired man in his early fifties, answered."Darling, let's not talk about that right now, she just got back," my mom weighed in. "Well, I'm just trying to answer her question." He turned to me. "good to have you back Tesi, you know I saw this coming…especially after the unfortunate incident with Mr Gonzales.""Yeah!" My mom agreed with him on this one. She had opposed the marriage from the onset and now, she has been vindicated by the divorce. My dad strolled towards me for another hug. "I hated the way he treated you. You were all messed up about him." His old age was evident when his palm covered my cheek. He handed me a paper and waited for my next words. "What's this?" I asked. "Open it!"I now have a phobia for white papers. The last I got, send me packing from my previous home and who knows what this one has in store. LETTER OF INTRODUCTION…Those were the first words that caught my attention. I shot a gaze at my dad who was now smiling as I read the entire thing. "Now you can go back to finish your studies where you left off.""Thank you dad." I found my way around the table. My dad deserved another hug, and he got it.The thing is, I knew my dad had people. I knew his active days in the legal profession garnered him some valuable networks but until that moment, I never knew how connected he was. The chancellor may as well be a former client of his but that didn't matter. What mattered was that I was going back to school. *****Christmas is supposed to be fun. Nothing more. Although I just got out of a miserable marriage, I was still going to have fun, and the next best thing to Santa Claus was Lousy Lou, the bar a few blocks down the street. Music blared the whole time but when I found myself in. Mehn, my ears could barely take the damn sound. Everybody was going crazy, jumping up and down. And the few who weren't, were busy with their beers. "Hey Pamela!" I exclaimed."You are here! Aww. I'm so sorry." She covered me with a hug. I wasn't surprised how she got to know. If there was one person to call a friend, when I mean friend, I'm talking about those who know your darkest secret, Pamela would take that position. We grew up together and since my parents got to know about the divorce, she must have been told. We grabbed a few drinks together and sat for some girly chit chat conversation. It wasn't a chit chat because the blaring music made us scream the whole time. Our attention drifted when the music stopped all of a sudden, interrupted by a dark skinned guy with some dreaded hair and a huge pair of headphones wrapped on his neck. I figured he must be the DJ. "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen. Sorry for the interruption but your man here wants to celebrate his divorce!!"Glasses clinked as they tossed for drinks. "Oh my God! What's he doing here? Is that not him taking the center stage?"I poured back the content of my mouth into the glass cup at Pamela's words. Ramirez came to sight and a blond-haired lady flanked his right.That must be the devil who sent the text.My nerves wanted to go grab her throat but it wouldn't change a damn thing. I hope they live happily ever after. I dunked down a few rounds of drinks and I wanted to drink myself away. Maybe it would make the pain go away. For some reason, I wasn't happy anymore and maybe his presence made the difference. My sight became a little bit blurry but I was still aware of the happenings around me, including when Ramirez shoved himself forward. "You must be drunk," he remarked. "Why do you care? Go away," I mumbled. "James, take Reena. I got this one." Before I could resist, I felt my weightless body on his arms and a while later I dozed off. Was it two hours, or maybe three or five. I couldn't tell how long I slept when I woke up. But the very man responsible for my misery was the first thing I saw. "Where am I?" I mumbled. "Home!"I glanced around but only to find myself in the building I had bid goodbye. I shoved myself out of the bed and moved my aching feet to the sitting room. I could hear his footsteps behind me. He was ready to catch me if I fell. And I did fall, but right into his arms. I got back to my feet and gazed at the blue eyes for the very last time before I took my leave. I probably won't see them again. And a goodbye kiss would be nice. I wanted to feel the taste of his lips one last time but I couldn't pull back when our lips met, and neither could he. His hands roamed my body, giving me a tensed breath. And when his rod slid into my already wet hole, I jerked my head upward to contain the pleasure. I moaned each time he thrust back and forth and he released a loud groan when finally emptied himself into my pot. A tear rolled down my eye. Was it that of guilt, or joy? No clue but I knew it felt good and maybe the divorce made it so. He combed his hair. "Hope you are taking the pills…considering the fact we are no longer married?"He doesn't need to remind me of that. He made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with kids and I stuck to his rule of no kids. But either way, I nodded. Kids would be the last thing I wanted considering I was going back to school. "I would miss you Rami," I whispered, kissing him the very last time before taking my leave.