2026-01-11 06:49:32“What the hell?.” Roxanne screamed as her head twirled, she hit Robert on the shoulder hard.
“Put me down you faggot, how dare you touch me.”
Robert put her down immediately, and received a hot slap on his cheek, he felt the sting as his cheek turned red, burning from her slap.
Angela, and Bridget rushed into the room on hearing Roxanne's screams. They saw her rubbing a towel against her skin so hard freaking out.
“What's happening?, Roxanne, talk to us?”
“Arrgh, can you believe this swine laid his disgusting hands on me?.” Roxanne cried.
Without wasting time, Angela gave Robert an equally stinging slap, followed by Bridget.
“How dare you?.” Angela spat in disgust.
“He claims to be rich, and wants helps my company.” Roxanne pouted, still scrubbing her body off Robert's filth.
“Oh please, only an insane person would listen to Robert's trash talk, not in a million years would he ever move from the position of your houseboy.” Bridget said in disgust.
Roxanne threw the towel on the floor,
“Clean this mess you made in my room, and if you ever touch me with your lizard-like hands, I'll burn you with a hot iron.” She threatened, calling her girls to leave the room.
Robert could not bring himself to touch his cheek, the burning sensation from the women's slap still tingled.
He checked his phone again to be sure the message was still there?, indeed it was.
He quickly called his account manager to check the inflow of money to his account. The manager confirmed that the account was on a rise every minute as Robert's old workers already started working on the oil field.
Robert quickly finished up with the toilet, and his other duties, whistling as he did. Roxanne wondered if the slap he got triggered something else in him.
Before he would sleep that night, Robert searched for his special black card, which had his name engraved in golden ink. It was a card made specially for him, he kissed the card before going to sleep.
A sudden hard kick on his thighs woke him the next day.
“Wake up you fool, you'd be taking me to work today?” Roxanne scowled from above the bed.
She gave her car to Angela to drive home since Angela's car was low on fuel, and she forgot to send Robert to get some.
“I have an important meeting today Robert, don't waste my time.”
Robert hastily went about his morning duties so he could take her to work, it was the first time she demanded such from him, as she always said she was embarrassed to be seen with him in public.
Robert removed the delivery box from the bike, to create space for Roxanne.
He stretched out a second helmet to her.
“You can't be serious, do you really expect me to put that smelling thing over my head?.” She collected it from him, and threw it away.
Robert started the bike, so they could get going.
Roxanne grimaced as she clutched Robert's clothes with just the tip of her finger, she knew eventually that she'd have to hold tight so she doesn't fall off.
As the bike sped off, Roxanne buried her face in Robert's back, better to take in his cologne than show her face to people along the road.
Roxanne told Robert to drop her off a block from her office building, he pretended not to hear her. They pulled up right in front of the building beside a Porsche that pulled up as well.
Maxime Rodrigo stepped out of the car, in his expensive suit looking all radiant, and shiny with his shades, he took it off.
“Roxanne Murillo, what are you doing on a delivery bike?.”
Roxanne felt ashamed, the first person to see her was the man who was actually the one trying to buy out her company.
“Nothing, it was just a quick way to get to work.”
“Please, you could have called me,”
Maxime tapped on Robert's helmet.
“Who is this?”
“Robert Jackson.” Roxanne answered without emotion.
“Ohhhhh, the slug you married, you could have done better Roxanne.” Maxime mocked, he'd always hated Robert for being Roxanne's husband.
Robert had had enough of people's snide comments about him being Roxanne's husband, he only played the fool for five years because he had no option, now that he was rich, he can take on anybody.
He removed the helmet from his head.
“Who are you calling a slug?”
He looked Maxime in the eyes, not flinching for even a second.
Roxanne quickly stepped in between them.
“What do you think you are doing?” She asked between clenched teeth.
“This is my work place, do not embarrass me.” Robert wasn't deterred,
“Tell this guy not to ever disrespect me again, or I will give him a whooping his mother failed to give him years ago.
“You know what, I'd give you the money as I said before, so you don't have to work under this sleazy goat.”
It touched a nerve on Maxime, it was not the first time he'd insulted Robert, most times he'd top his insults with a flick on Robert's head, he always enjoyed it.
Even Roxanne was surprised by Robert's new attitude.
“Don't you have work to get to?, quit embarrassing me, and leave.”
“Your boy's grown some balls, even saying he wants to give you the money.” Maxime mocked.
Roxanne tucked Maxime's hand. “Let's go in, he's delusional.”
Maxime turns away, but not before putting his hands on top of Roxanne's waist seductively, where Robert can see him.
Robert's eyes burnt with envy, he grabbed Maxime by the shoulder, threw him a punch that sent him spiraling on the ground.
Maxime was helpless against Robert, as he was beaten to a pulp.
A helpless Roxanne called for the security to get Robert off Maxime, and have him thrown out.
Robert fought aggressively as he was being dragged by the security guards.
“Touch my wife again, and I'll break your nose.”
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND NINETEEN
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN
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