Chapter 2: CUCKOLD
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Chapter 2: CUCKOLD
Watching him paw Elena enraged Lucas and Lucas advanced, wanting to shove the guy off Elena when they broke the kiss.
Elena gasped, her eyes glinting with murderous intent as she noticed what Lucas was about to do. “Keep your hands to yourself!”
She shoved him, and he crashed into his cart behind him, knocking the mop into a vase, as the vase went crashing to the floor. Elena gasped.
The washboard abs guy looked at a spot behind Lucas and then shot him a condescending look. “Hey, cleaner dude, why couldn't you just do your job and get the hell out of here? Is this how your cleaning service is?”
Lucas didn't even spare the guy a second glance as he had eyes only for Elena. “Elena, I gave you everything you ever asked me for. I loved you. f**k, I love you! How, how could you do this?”
She rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip, sneering at Lucas.
“All of this, everything I do is for you!” Lucas exploded, feeling utterly wrecked.
Elena pointed a well manicured finger at the broken vase on the floor. “Do you know how much that is, you miserable stalker?”
Lucas' eyes widened. Him, a stalker?
She turned to washboard abs who had been drinking in the scene. “Babe, he's the guy I told you is always following me. He creeps me that f**k out.”
“And he came here to clean my apartment?”
“Yes, I guess he uses that to find me every time. He's probably here to stalk me. I pitied him because he was so wretched and I didn't want to report him.”
The guy went to the coffee table and picked up his phone, returning to slide his arm around Elena's waist.
It pained Lucas to watch them, but like a morbid scene, he couldn't pull his eyes away from them.
Washboard abs was dark haired, blue eyed and fit. His skin shined like someone who took special care of himself. He looked like a hot movie star and moved with the careless abandon of one who had no care in the world.
He was wealthy by all accounts, and Lucas was not.
“Look, cleaner guy, clean up the mess you made and get out!” Elena spat in his face, her once beautiful eyes that looked at him with love now glaring at him with hate.
Lucas wasn't only stupefied, he was perplexed. What had caused this drastic change in her?
He shook with rage, and he tried to suppress it from bubbling up to the surface.
She settled into the guy's embrace. “And if I ever find you stalking me again, I'll have you locked away!”
“Calm down baby, calm down baby. He wouldn't dare. If you want, I can get security up right now to throw him out.” Washboard abs muttered, kissing her cheeks while holding her face in his hands.
He nuzzled her cheeks, pushing her hair back behind her ears before pulling her with him to the couch.
He sat carelessly on the couch, with his thighs splayed and then pulled Elena down against him, setting her on his lap.
Lucan stood with his hands balled into fists, gritting his teeth so hard, that they might break.
Elena picked up the TV remote while washboard abs gestured to Lucas. “Go on, clear the mess you made, prick. And better hope you didn't stain the carpet with your filth or I'll have to call back your boss on the phone and tell him how shitty your service is.”
“Jamie baby, let's watch some movies.” Elena requested. They started flipping through the channels and practically forgot all about Lucas.
It was a very good job and Lucas didn't want to risk it. As much as he wanted to kick Jamie's teeth into his throat, he couldn't, because then he would be in a dipshit.
Lucas slid to the floor on his knees, facing the broken vase. The flowers in it had fallen out and the vase was shattered.
There was another one like it on the buffet unit and Lucas was careful not to fall back against the buffet unit and knock that one over too. While he was still bent over cleaning, a waiter came and dropped a tray of food for them.
The apartment block had a restaurant that cooked meals for all its housing tenants. Their million dollar rent covered the service fee.
Lucas watched in pain as Elena went to take the rolling tray of food, chuckling at where he knelt on the ground on all floors.
He started picking up the broken pieces one by one and placing smaller bits on the bigger parts. Next he picked up the flowers to stuff them into the second vase on the buffet unit.
He was about to get to his feet and mop the spilled water when a slice of spicy beef jerky landed in his face.
It hit him right in the right eye and he felt his eyes sting.
He shot up and dipped his hands blindly into the second vase he had glimpsed before on the buffet unit, pouring water on his eye as he gasped for air.
He could hear laughter behind him as he was in pain.
“That jerky tastes horrible and shitty, just like you.” Elena purred, hissing.
Breathing heavily, Lucas opened his right eye to check it and it still stung slightly. He swallowed, slapping his palm against the wall to hold himself up.
Unable to take it anymore, he scooped up more water from the vase and splashed it on his face, breathing fast and heavy.
Elena burst into giggles behind him and so did Jamie.
“Oh my God, he looks so pitiful. Just look at him, taking water from there like a mad man.” Elena mocked.
She picked up a bottle of water and came catwalking to Lucas, who had turned to face them, his body stiff and unyielding.
She uncapped the bottle of water and raised her hand, pouring it on his face.
The water was ice cold and Lucas slapped the water from her hand, knocking down the bottle of water to the floor and causing more of a mess.
Elena gasped, as her boyfriend shot up to his feet. He approached from the couch, “How dare you touch her with your filthy, imbecile hands? You dared to knock off the bottle?”
Lucas swallowed down the rage until his chest burned with it, his body vibrating with the effort it was taking him to remain calm.
“You're a good for nothing son of a w***e, you bastard. I bet your mother didn't teach you how to treat women!” Jamie yelled, trying to get past Elena who was asking him to calm down.
“Let me teach him a lesson, baby, I'm sure he'll never stalk you again.”
Elena shook her head. “It's fine, babe. I've called security, they'll be here anytime now to escort him out.”
Elena arched an eyebrow, “Bend down and mop the water you spilled with your shirt,”
Lucan stared at her like she had gone mad.
“Mop the water or else I'm calling your boss. You'll not have a job to return to, if you don't mop up all that water, fucker.”
As if in slow motion, his jacket still leaking water and the front of his trousers wet as if he had peed himself, Lucas sagged to the floor, his hands going to his shirt.
He didn't want to be there until security came, but the carpeted floor was still wet.
He started to mop, holding his shirt stiffly as he soaked up water, and then dried the floor with the mop from his cart.
He was in the bathroom rinsing out the mop when two security men kicked his legs out from under him and sent him rolling on the floor.
With a deeply forsaken voice, Lucas cursed. He'd landed on his side and was in pain.
They yanked him up. “Is this him, Mr Jamie?” one of the security men called out as they shoved and dragged Lucas through the door, down the hallway.
“Yes, that's the stalker. He's been stalking my girlfriend with the pretense of being a cleaner. He came up here and harassed my girlfriend.”
“I didn't…I never…” Lucas started but a strong hand slapped the upside of his head.
“Shut up, you crazy fool.” They pulled him out, picking his bag and pushing him into the elevator.
They escorted him down to the lobby and when the elevator opened up, they shoved him out and he fell out of the elevator.
Before he had righted himself, they flung his bag at him, and the contents spilled on the floor. A few cheap, dirty notes, some coins, a pen and paper for his schedule.
Next his wet shirt landed on his face. He picked it up to put it back on.
Lucas packed them up just as the first security guard told him he was banned from the building, forever.
Once he finished taking his stuff off the floor, they pushed him out the building's front doors, spitting on the floor beside him in disdain.
This was a character assassination, Lucas thought as he strolled to his bike, his body still stiff and red with the humiliation he had just experienced.
He hung his head as he drove home. So he no longer had a girlfriend. He had loved her with all his heart and instead she had orchestrated the worst accusation of his life and leveled it on him.
He opened his door, he lived in a one room apartment, that was just an excuse for an apartment. It really didn't deserve to be called that, as it only boasted one tiny room that held the bed, one settee and a TV, then the small space that served as the kitchen and then the cramped bathroom and toilet.
The place was so tiny that you could walk round the whole place and out in three minutes.
He pushed the jacket from his shoulders and went to the bed, tired to his bones and still suffering left over humiliation.
He went to his bed which was a flatbed that lay on the n***d floor. He sat hunched on the bed, when his phone started to ring.
Without checking the caller ID, still consoling himself on events of the day, he answered the call.
“Hello, Lucas speaking,” he didn't have the energy to ask how he might be of service.
The deep voice from earlier that day spoke again. “Master Lucas, you have an inheritance you need to claim—”
Lucas went to cut the call with an angry hiss, when a knock sounded at his door.
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