THE OTHER WOMAN

Chapter 19

A car honked in the parking lot and my mind kicked into action. I must have been standing there for over thirty minutes. I was soaked to the skin and my teeth were chattering wildly. I tried to move but my clothes clung to my body. My shoes were soggy and squishy and I could barely walk in them. In a moment of pure desperation, I tugged the annoying pair off my feet and discarded them in a litter bin. I walked barefoot into the city, the rain pounding on my back, my head bowed. I must have looked like a lunatic.

I definitely felt like a lunatic.

I walked all the way to my place of work. I was going to clear my desk and give Paul a piece of my mind before leaving the company. I found a new secretary at my office reception and I frowned.

Julie was moving fast.

I walked confidently towards her, trying to craçk a smile but the way she regarded me put me off. She was staring at me, a look of pure disgust on her face. She sized me up and down before I realized that I was barefoot and water was pooling on the floor around me.

Damn! I was a lunatic!

What was happening to me? I was going nuts.

She stood up, staring at me, her hand resting on her hip.

"Look here sir, idlers are not allowed into the office. If you need shelter from the rain, you should go to the market stalls. This is not the place for you."

For a moment, my anger blinded me. I wanted to tell her to fvck off but I had to see Paul.

"Hi miss, I'm here to see Paul."

She looked at the wet shirt clinging to my biceps in pure contempt and shook her head.

"Do you have an appointment?"

Ma'am, I was the fûcking boss around here yesterday! I wanted to say that but I managed to hold my tongue.

"No. It's really important. Just tell him that Jack is here to see him."

She shook her head again. She obviously thought I lived on the streets.

"Paul is busy at the moment. Book an appointment-"

She was mid sentence when the office door opened and damn! What the f**k!!!???

Allan was standing at the door, mouth wide open, staring at me in disbelief. The fúcker had taken over my desk.

Smooth one Julie. Smooth one.

"Come in, Jack. You are a total mess."

I glared hard at him. I was almost blind with rage and fury as I walked purposefully into his office.

My office.

I couldn't believe that he could be that daring. He had not only fúcked my wife but my job as well. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

He had fúcked my wife. He had fúcking done it.

I closed the door the moment I entered the office and I was upon him before he knew it. I punched him hard in the face and blood streaked from the small cut. He retaliated and kicked me in the groin, and for a moment I was stupefied.

"What the f**k, man! Come on. Get out of my office!"

His office? My anger knew no bounds. I turned to him and kicked him hard, a kick which send him flying to a corner and he fell down on a heap of files an boxes, strewing them all over the room.

He groaned and got up, charging at me like an enraged bull but I blocked his punch, landing a hot slap across his face.

We held each other in a tug of war, slapping and punching, kicking and hitting. I was mad with fury as I fought him.

He had slept with my wife, dammit! He had taken over my job, goddammit!!!

He was going to receive all the anger that I felt at the moment.

I tasted blood on my lips and I couldn't be sure if it was mine or his. We kept raining blows on each other. Practically everything in the room was upside down and the furniture was broken into pieces. The drawers were on the floor and our clothes were torn and bloody.

The snotty secretary popped her head in the doorway and retreated hastily. I pushed Allan to the wall and beat his face to pulp. His nose was broken and blood was flowing when the door was kicked open and two uniformed police officers walked in.

Shit.

I was forcefully pulled away from him and pushed to the floor. One of the officers stepped on my back and handcuffed me.

I struggled and hit the police men with my handcuffed hands. I kicked at them and screamed obscenities. I didn't care at all. My life couldn't be worse than it was at the moment.

A cop held me and I clawed at him. "Leave me alone you son of a b***h!"

He pushed me down the stairs, into a waiting police car. I resisted and they called for back up. I was given a bumpy ride to the police station. On the way, I kept screaming at them and cursing them.

They booked me in and I was thrown into a dark cell.