All Chapters of Claiming The Ruthless Don Who Hated Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next day, I got to the office early, hoping to catch Gerald when he came in. I had already advised security to confiscate his badge when he came in and had a couple security officers waiting by his office. When he arrived, he gave me a smirk but lost it when he saw the officers. "What's this all about?" he asked. "They're here to confiscate your badge and make sure you don't take any company property when you leave," I told him. "Leave?" he asked. "I'm not going anywhere." "Wrong answer," I told him. "As of today, the partnership is dissolved. You no longer work here." "Bullshit," he said. "You can't do that." "Read the agreement we both signed," I said, tossing a copy of it on his desk. "I highlighted the appropriate clause. The dissolution of partnership is being filed this morning, and the company is temporarily being reorganized as a sole proprietorship. I'll give you 15 minutes to pack your trash and get off the property before I have you escorted out." "Is this

*****This is the fourth installment of a new series that deals with the consequences of cheating. The current plan is that each entry in the series can be read as a separate story****** ******* I couldn't believe the bullshit that Nikki, my wife of seven years, had just thrown in my face. In the space of just a couple minutes, I learned just how little she really thought of me. Here we are at a mountaintop resort attending a four-day bachelorette gala for her older sister Kirsten, who was getting ready to marry for the third time. I couldn't help but wonder how she managed to sucker her current fiance. Was it her money, or did she threaten to sue him? I figured that being a lawyer, she no doubt had him sign the mother of all prenuptial agreements, probably while undergoing some form of medieval torture. The previous day -- Wednesday -- we decided to take advantage of one of the public hot tubs the facility offered. Kirsten had warned there might be nude men in the hot tubs earlier

I stepped on my scale in the bathroom and took note of my weight -- 215 pounds. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. I still had a full head of hair, but I had developed something of a gut. And the muscles I used to have when I was in uniform had mostly turned to flab. No wonder Nikki didn't want to have sex with me anymore, I thought. Hell, I wouldn't want to have sex with me at this point. I remembered the doctor telling me my diabetes would be easier to manage if I could get my weight below 200. He even gave me a dietary guide, but I had largely ignored it, thinking I was just too young for this sort of thing. Now, however, I had second thoughts. Maybe in a way Nikki was right -- I had let myself get in this condition. But dammit, she didn't have to do what she did. If she really loved me, I reasoned, she would've said something before now. I decided right then and there things would change. Grabbing a phone book and my pack of smokes, I headed for the back porch and looked u

God, this is the best pussy we've had in a while, boss," said one of Ramon's flunkies. "We could make a ton off this ass.""Think so?" Ramon asked."Oh fuck, yeah," another flunky said."What about it?" Ramon asked. "You up to making some real money with this fine pussy of yours?""I'm not a fucking prostitute," Nikki said. (Laughter)"Nah, baby, I'm talking movies, on-line videos," Ramon said. "You got a killer body and a pretty face. All you gotta do is spread those legs for the camera and do what you're doing right now. You're a natural at this. I've been thinking of a whole new line of cuckolding and humiliation videos and you'd be perfect.""Yeah? When would I get to start?" she asked."We can leave right after the party here if you want," Ramon said. "We'll set you up with a nice apartment in LA and you work strictly for me. Of course, I get a cut of everything, but you could make a hell of a lot of money if you do enough videos.""Can I get more of that white stuff you gave me

Nick had been busy as well. After drawing up the heavily one-sided petition for divorce, he published it in the local paper and in the LA Times, twice a week for four weeks. Toward the end of the fourth week, he sent a courtesy copy to Kirsten, who wasn't very happy. She demanded a meeting with myself and Nick as soon as possible."What the hell is the meaning of this?" she demanded when we met in his conference room. "This is an insult, it's not a petition for divorce. Where the fuck do you get off by demanding a 75-25 split? With no support?""The real insult is what your client did to her husband, with your help, I might add. Since your client decided to abandon the marriage, my client and I both feel this is the most appropriate response," Nick said. "She hasn't even bothered to make arrangements to get her things out of my client's home.""My client hasn't even been served with papers yet," Kirsten hissed."That's because your client has been hiding in the Los Angeles area," Nick