Ruler of Wall Street

"Ah! So deep! Oh, harder! I want more... give it to me! Faster, faster, come on! I'm a slut, ah!" Dylan Philemon stood at the door with the package in hand. He was about to press the doorbell when he heard the lustful sounds from inside. "Ding dong." Impatiently, Dylan pressed the doorbell, eager to see how wild the woman who was screaming her lungs out could be. "The door's open, come in!" a man's breathless voice called from inside. Dylan pushed open the door and was met with the sight of a tangled and passionate threesome on the carpet. Clothes were shredded and scattered everywhere. He set the package down and was about to leave when he recognized the two men. He looked closely and realized they were Sean Sailsbury, the general manager of his wife's company, and Alexander Gibson, the executive's son. And the woman they were having s*x with was Helen, his wife! At that moment, Helen also noticed Dylan. Boom! Their eyes met, and Dylan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was frozen in place with his mind blank. The woman in this wild threesome was none other than his own wife. "Helen! Let go of her!" Dylan's eyes reddened as he hurled the package at Alexander. "Thud!" Alexander, ready for the attack, kicked Dylan away. The package burst open, its contents spilling everywhere. "I'll kill you all!" Dylan roared, getting back on his feet and charging again. Naked, Helen blocked his path and screamed sharply, "Dylan, enough! Do you know how hard I worked to get here? I did this of my own accord. Now get out." Dylan couldn't believe his ears. "What are you saying? Didn't you tell me you were working late? Were they forcing you into this?" Seeing Helen's mocking expression, Dylan's voice trembled, "Say something, I'll call the police right now and have those bastards arrested! The law will punish them." "Arrest us? That's the f*****g funniest thing I've ever heard! This slut begged us to f**k her, and you want to call the police?" Alexander sneered. "Hahaha, did you hear that? Your wife begged us for this. She begged us to f**k her. How else do you think she got her promotion and raise?" Sean mocked. "Mr. Sailsbury is right. If she hadn't begged us like a b***h, we wouldn't have wasted our sperms on her. Isn't that right, you little slut?" Alexander smacked Helen's round buttocks hard. The sound hurt Dylan more than a slap to his face. "Yes, Mr. Sailsbury and Mr. Gibson are right. I'm a slut. I just want you to f**k me." Helen said shamelessly. Dylan broke down completely. He shouted hysterically, "Helen, why are you doing this? Why? I promised I'd work hard for the life you wanted, and you agreed. Why is this? What did I do wrong?"  He continued to exclaim, "I paid for your college by doing deliveries. When your parents were sick, I scraped together money for their treatment. I haven't bought myself a single piece of clothing in years, just wearing two work uniforms all year. I gave every penny to you. I gave you my whole self, my whole heart!" Helen's emotions flared up too, and she refuted, "Does it matter? Can hard work fill our stomachs? You're just a useless delivery man. Even if you work yourself to death, you make no more than five thousand bucks a month. What's that worth? You can't even afford decent underwear." She picked up a new bag from the bed and continued, "I just asked for a simple bag, and you couldn't save enough even in three months. But with one call from Mr. Gibson, this luxury bag was in my hands. And you dare ask me why? Because they can give me designer bags and take me in fancy cars. They let me live in villas and give me the promote the life I want!" Dylan looked desperate at Helen as she continued to scream, "So how can you give me happiness? Don't ask what you did wrong. Being trash like you, even breathing is a sin. In this world, being poor is the original sin. Do you get it? Get out!" Dylan shook with rage, "You! I delivered packages to earn money for you in a terrible rainstorm, and you're doing this?" He began pulling items from the package and throwing them on the floor. "Look at these, vibrator, delay ring, JK lingerie, dog leash. They don't even see you as a human!" Dylan pointed at the broken package, making a final desperate attempt. Helen sneered with a gasp, "I'd rather be Mr. Gibson's w***e than be with trash like you. I like it when Mr. Gibson uses these things on me, so what? Since you've seen it all, don't waste my time. We'll divorce first thing in the morning. Get out now!" Dylan's heart was shattered and in depth of despair. Helen had been his goddess, his unreachable moon, the one he vowed to spend his life with. 'But now? What have I been doing all these years? What did I get for all my efforts? Betrayal, infidelity, humiliation, and mockery!' Dylan, with his beliefs shattered, walked onto the rooftop in the pouring rain. Closing his eyes, he prepared to end his life with a final leap. "Ring... Ring..." His phone suddenly rang from his pocket. Dylan pulled out his phone without looking and answered with a shout, "I'm done delivering! I quit! Customers can complain all they want, screw them!" The person on the other end of the line was clearly stunned and bewildered by his outburst. After a moment, he replied, "Mr. Philemon, is that you? This is Perry Albert from Albert Law Firm. We have a ten-trillion-dollar inheritance for you. If it's convenient, I'd like to meet with you."