Passionate Fists
1358 Words
He tried opening the door but it didn't budge. He tried again, pushing and pulling. All he got was the rattle of the lock. The door was locked from inside.
"Get out of my house!" he heard Christine yell from inside. Her shout was all he needed. He took a few steps backward and gave the door a stout kick, sending it flying it open.
The loud noise got the attention of the intruder.
It was the same guy from the club. Trevor. He was all over Christine, one of his hands on her left breast and the other gripping her neck.
"When a woman says no," Alan said and strolled into the house. "Then she means no and you're supposed to leave her the hell alone."
"Get your stinking ass out of here," Trevor said.
Alan chuckled. "I see you lack courtesy," he said. "I will teach you."
Then he took threatening steps closer to Trevor.
Trevor remained there undaunted, clenching his fists balefully.
Like he stood a chance.
"Look here, pal," Alan said. "You tell her you're no longer interested in the relationship and she respects your decision. Now, you are sneaking into her house. Why?"
"What's it to you?" Trevor demanded in a challenging tone.
"You're harassing my staff," Alan replied him. "I think that should concern me."
"So you stick your nose in all your staff's business?" Trevor scoffed.
"If they happen to be in danger and I'm there, I would do anything to protect them," Alan said resolutely.
Trevor sucked his teeth and faced Christine. "So this is what you've been doing. You've been sleeping around with this son of a b***h?"
Alan's jaw ticked and he felt a wave of anger wash through him at hearing Trevor call Christine a w***e.
"Call her a w***e one more time," he said maniacally through gritted teeth and clenched his fist. "I dare you."
"Trev, get out of my house or I'm calling the cops," Christine said.
"You're right. I should leave," Trevor scoffed and pulled a stool and sat cross-legged on it.
"I thought you were innocent. Just turns out you were waiting for the perfect opportunity to be a f*****g wh..."
He swallowed the rest of his words as Alan landed a quick punch on his face. He doubled over in the stool and held his face.
But Alan was not done. He delivered a kick in Trevor's abdomen causing him to fall with the chair. Then he got on top of him and squeezed his collar.
"I told you..."
He delivered a punch.
"Not to..."
Another punch.
"Call her..."
And another.
"A w***e!"
He would have landed a final punch on Trevor's already battered face, but Christine tugged at his arm, restraining him.
"Mr Alan, please, it's okay," she pleaded.
He ignored her and dropped the blow, sending blood all over the floor.
"Please, that's enough. Just get him out of here!" Christine begged earnestly, her eyes beginning to mist.
Alan stared at her pleading eyes and sighed. He could feel himself melt in her presence.
He pulled Trevor roughly up and dragged him across the room and threw him out.
When he returned, Christine had a look that was a mix of anxiety and anger.
"We'll need to move to a new place," she said thoughtfully.
"We?" Alan echoed.
"I live with two friends," she offered an explanation.
And as if on cue, a female voice rang in the hallway.
Alan cursed his hard luck. He had wished she was alone. Maybe then they would make out or he could take her to his place and ravish her in his bed again.
"What the hell happened here?!" Alexa asked as she saw the door shifted from its hinges. Then at the sight of the blood on the floor, she rushed to Christine and looked her over.
"Are you okay?" she inquired, her voice oozing worry.
"It's not her blood," Alan offered.
"It's Trevor. He told me he wanted a breakup and I gave it to him. Why, then, is he after my life?" Christine wailed and wrapped her arms around Alexa in a tight hug.
As Alan watched them, his c**k bobbed up and down in excitement. It was weird. Watching her get so emotional made him kind of horny. He wished he was the one in Alexa's place, engulfed in the tight intimate embrace.
He swallowed nervously as he offered to drive them to his place.
"I have some rooms you can sleep in for the night," he said, expecting them to turn down his offer and ask to be taken to a hotel instead.
But Alexa was more than glad. She accepted the offer before Christine even got the chance to refuse.
"Oh, thank you so much, Alan. You're such a darling!" Alexa squealed delightfully.
"Don't forget to take work clothes along," he told Christine who grabbed some clothes from her closet and her nightwear.
They hopped into the black limo and soon enough, they were in front of his mansion. The maids prepared mugs of coffee for him and his guests and a nice meal.
"Thank you, sir," Christine said softly after the meal. The television was on and a romance movie was playing. Christine and Alan were uninterested in the movie but Alexa was excited to watch the newly released movie.
Alan scoffed. "Christine, we're alone now. You don't have to be so formal."
She didn't make any comment and they remained, sipping coffee from the China.
"Mr Alan?" Alexa called, shattering the silence.
He looked up at her inquiringly.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
Christine sighed and covered her face.
"Nope," Alan replied.
"And do you plan to settle down anytime soon?" she inquired.
"I don't know. If I meet the right woman I might just slip a goddamn diamond ring in her finger the next minute," he joked.
"Just so you know, my friend here, Christine is also without a man," she said and winked at Christine in a silly way when she scowled at her. "What?" she asked Christine. "Aren't you single?"
Alan chuckled.
"I'm off to bed," Christine announced sourly and got up. "I've got work tomorrow."
Alan and Alexa watched her as she bounded up the stairs.
"You know it was her ex-boyfriend who broke into our place," Alexa said as soon as Christine was out of earshot.
"I know that," Alan nodded.
"Aren't you lonely staying all alone in this big mansion?"
"The maids are here," he said and shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on, Alan," Alexa said and slapped him playfully. "You know what I'm talking about."
Alan smiled. "Yeah. Sometimes it gets lonely."
Alexa licked her lower lip and leaned forward conspiratorially, looking cautiously behind her.
"If you want someone else to keep you company..." she whispered softly, batting her eyelids at him. "I am also lonely."
..........
When they woke the next morning, Alan was out of the house. Christine assumed that he had gone on a walk or for a jog and was beyond surprised when the maids told her that he had left for his office already.
She had a quick bath and rushed her breakfast.
As she got to her office, she dropped her bag and brought out her iPad. She searched in her drawers for some documents which needed his signature then she left for his office without any premonition of the atrocity that she was to see.
When she knocked he didn't invite her in.
She knocked again. No response.
She narrowed her eyes. She could tell by the black Corvette in the lot and the perfume that hovered around the hall that he was around.
Something was wrong.
Her mind suddenly journeyed to Trevor. Had he come to exact his judgment on Alan for the humiliation of last night. He was a wild young man and one couldn't be too sure with people like him.
Her thoughts were cut short by a low grunt. Mistaking the grunt as an invitation to come in, she pushed the door open.
What she saw made her drop the folders and device in her hand.
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