Desperate for you

Disappointment.

Chapter 5:

I kick him really hard. I hear my foot crack. A dull pain in the joint.

John squats down. He covers his c**k rolling on the ground.

Kamilla sees her precious being in so much pain. She cares nothing and directly takes off his pants to check.

It's blinding me! I give a shudder in the gross.I ran out while they were checking the injury condition.

Now I can't think about neither my mother nor my family. John and his mother are perverts. They can do any unscrupulous things for their own benefit. If I don’t go, god knows what horrible things would happen to me.Coming out from John Alvares’s house, I dare not go to Sophie D’Cruz’s home.

My mother can find me there once, she definitely can go there next time. If she comes with John and Kamilla together, I am afraid that I would get Sophie into trouble.

I go to the hotel and ask Sophie to bring my luggage secretly. Then I began to look for an apartment and job online.

I don't have much money so I couldn't afford to hang around too long. I must find ways to make money as soon as possible, otherwise I would starve to death.

I requested an agent to find an apartment and send out my resume. I feel content. I lie in bed and have a nice sleep that I haven't had for so long.

Early next morning, the agent contacts me and offers to show me the apartment. After viewing several places, I finally found a cost-effective apartment. I signed the contract and paid the agent fee and rent for half a year. After that, there are only less than one thousand dollars left in my purse.

If I can’t find a job within this month, I can only eat dust next month. But fortunately, I have a good degree. My academic records at school are not bad, so I find a job that does not take much time. Besides, it's my favourite interior design.

After leaving John Alvaresscum, I will do the job I like.

I also found a lawyer to dissolve my marriage with John Alvares. As long as I think about that 1.8 million which I have to repay together with him, it gives me a headache. But divorce is not as easy as I thought.

"Your divorce is not easy to win. You must have evidence for his domestic violence. Now you don't have evidence nor the witness. Nobody will stand by your side except yourself."

The lawyer's words made my heart chilled with disappointment.

He is right. Even my parents are on John Alvares' side, who can I count on?

"Or you can find out other reasons to divorce, like cheating or something like that. Then it will be to your advantage when it comes to the judgement."

Cheating?

Although John is a pervert, he never cheats on me. I am the one who cheats. Things become difficult.

I called Sophie and told her this bad news. She yells furiously.

"You silly Nicole! There is no cat in this world not stealing fish. If he never cheated before, you can make him cheat!"

That... makes sense!

Sophie's brain circuit is always so weird. She is an activist and we acted right that night.

But I am a little worried. John is impotent. Will he jump at the bait so easily? I haven't told Sophie about John's impotence.

I don't want her to know that I haven't been nourished by a man for half a year.

Sophie and I ambush on the second floor of a special place in the red-light district.

We see John is hustled by a woman. Damn him! He is impotent and still wants to find a prostitute.

John and that woman go up stairs, right in the opposite room.

That woman was bought over by us in advance. As long as anything happens, she will give a signal and we will rush in. Light and photographer are both ready, just waiting for a call.

That woman screams lustfully. Sophie and I make eye contact and rush into the opposite room.

"Ah!" We see what we expect.

John’s pants are taken off. He is pulling that woman’s head toward his d**k.

Shit! Gross!

“Bah!”

Sophie spits on the floor. She feels as disgusting as I do.

Seeing us rush in, John is stunned. He pulls up his pants quickly and looks at us in panic.

“What...what are you doing here.”

I glance at his limp crotch and say scornfully, “We come here to see how you cheated on me. You are so gross. I already shot the picture as evidence. Just wait for my sue for divorce.”

I leave the words and take Sophie to leave quickly.

John beats women. I am not an i***t just standing there waiting for him to realize and beat me.

After revenge, I hand the evidence to the lawyer. I take out my business clothes for tomorrow, and prepare for the first day at work.

I am employed by Song Group, the second financial group in New Scott. I am a little surprised to be able to work at this company.

My job is at the Design Department. At the beginning, I was just responsible for some odds and ends. But I am happy to change to a new job.

That day, I finished my work and went into the elevator.

There is a man standing in the elevator. He is in a leisure suit with his hands in his pockets. He looks like a dandiacal playboy.

I am going to fetch a file on the tenth floor, so I press “10”.

The man’s lazy voice comes from my back.

“Floor 9.”

I check. “9” is not pressed. What does he mean? He wants me to press 9?

My phone rings. A strange number. I just came to this company and haven't hired anyone at work yet. I am afraid that some is looking for me, so I pick up.

“Finally, you answer.” It is John Alvares! I hung up at once.

I blacklist John Alvares. Not only his number, but also Kamilla Alvares’s and my parents’. I am afraid that they will find me. All I want is to hide away.

I don't want them to find me before the divorce.

I should have expected that it would not be easy to escape from a man like John Alvares.

"You..."

I hang up the phone before he finishes his sentence and shut down rapidly.

"Nine"

The man behind said lazily again.

I reach out but somehow, I press "-1".

A titter comes from my back.I don't get it at the moment.

"Nice maths," He laughs and says, "How could you get employed by this company with your IQ like this?"

Then he presses "9" by himself and I realise what I have done.

So embarrassing!

My face flushes in red. I am in a bad mood and mutter, "Since you have hands, why ask me to press."

"I am lazy." He answers me with simple words.

I find he is niggard with his words, maybe he is too lazy to open his mouth.

We get floor 10 and I go out. I could still hear his sneering when the door of the elevator closed. s**t, just laugh to death!

I get out and receive John Alvares's message.

"You injured my genitals, just wait for my sue for compensation!"

Attached is the survey report issued by the hospital. The diagnosis is erectile dysfunction.

What?! His impotence is none of my business!

I ignore him and blacklist this number, too.

I go to my apartment and see a large sheet of red paint on the door. I am afraid.

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