THE BOSS OF BOSSES: THE COMEBACK OF JUDE ARIMIDAS

CHAPTER 1: THE BATTERED FORD GUYJude was tired and drained. He had stood on his feet for six hours straight today in a class of over a hundred, handling a lecture with one other colleague of his. To say he was drained was even an understatement. He wanted nothing more than to get home and collapse on the bed, after eating the delicious food he knew his wife had made him. He dragged his heavy feet to his car, opening the back door and tossing in his battered briefcase. It was high time he got another one. He'd used that one all through school and then for his post graduate studies as well. He pushed the door of his car closed, careful not to slam it or else he would have to pick it off the ground if it happened to finally fall off its hinges. He went around to the front door and opened it no, throwing himself into the driver's seat. He would have been more than happy to drive straight home but then he had one more commitment. The car wash where he worked the register. He had to

Chapter 3: EVENTUALLY, THE TRASH GETS THROWN OUT!Jude even stood there for a moment watching them, dumbfounded and in an extreme case of shock.The room was small and so was the bed. They were in the middle of it and the blankets were on the floor in a pile nearby. She looked like she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and the man's back rippled with every thrust. They had to have been fucking for a while, and blinding rage filled Jude.He let out a deeply hurt, forsaken roar and rushed for the man with his balled fist raised high in the air. He landed the first hit, because the man was caught off guard and his yell had shocked both the man and his wife. Alicia screamed as the man went tumbling off of her. She was naked, totally and utterly naked, her breasts had been bouncing as the man had fucked her. Jude turned a pained gaze to her. “Why? Why, Alicia?!” He whispered yelled as his heart broke, his face now so pale you would think he had been sick for weeks and was on his way

Chapter 5: DIVORCE PAPERS Jude blinked and then he pulled himself up to stare at the screen again with his one good eye. This was crap. Had to be a ridiculous hoax. He dropped his phone on the coffee table in the middle of Brady's office, determined to ignore the mistake. Because it had to be a mistake, he was certain nothing would make that amount of money sit in his bank account. He fell asleep on the couch after setting an alarm that would wake him up before anyone else got there in the morning.~There was banging on the door. There was banging on the door and Jude didn't know how or why, but him and Alicia's bed had gotten harder. Why did it feel like he was lying down on a cold slab of block?He opened his eyes, and then winced as his left eye twinged with pain. Ouch. He raised his hand and gingerly pressed his fingers to the eye. It didn't feel so swollen today. Suddenly he remembered the events of yesterday night and where he was currently.It hadn't all been a nasty dr

Chapter 7: A BLAST FROM THE PAST Jude winced as he tried to avoid the man, turning away immediately and trying to leave. “Young Master, young master, where are you going?”The man turned wherever he went, facing him with a look of undeniable loyalty and servitude. Brady and the others watched the scene unfold with open mouths, gaping at Jude, gaping at the strange rich man, gaping at the entire shocking scene unfolding in front of them. “I'm not the person you think I am.” Jude said, trying desperately to get away before more harm was done. “Young Master, please don't do this. You are needed right now more than ever. Your family needs you.”Jude turned to lash out at the man. “I have no family. I am an orphan!”The man's face didn't change. “You will soon be one, if you don't return home, Young Master.”Jude blinked, the shock at that statement making him go still as his brain tried to process that information as well as figure out his next move. He wasn't really an orphan. And

CHAPTER 9:THE BATTERED PARTNER Jude had taken the next two days off to heal. After all, he couldn't get back to school with the way he looked. He had made sure to call the principal and let him know he wasn't coming for a few days. The principal had promptly cut the phone on him, even when he had said he would provide a medical report when he came into work. He had gotten Brady to get him a couple of shirts and official pant trousers so he could have appropriate attire for work. He had also gotten a pair of shoes and at least, this one didn't pinch his toe like his other old pair. He borrowed Brady's bike, riding all the way to school and parking in the teachers parking space before he went to the general office. He had actually made up his mind that if he ended up choosing to go home, he would resign. But he still wasn't sure. He still had his old battered car as he had driven it away from the house that day, but he didn't drive it because the old thing wouldn't start. He coul