THE UNSTOPPABLE BOSS

Marcus froze! The scene unfolding right before his eyes was unbelievable.

His whole trembled along with his lips like someone who swallowed a hot food particles but no! That was not the case. The scene displaying before him was made his heart hurt badly.

His right hand held the door knob while a carton of pizza rested on the other hand. His hand suddenly became weak and the pizza slipped from his hand, crashing to the floor in such a way the pizza scattered all over the floor.

Some minutes earlier, he was in shock to see a message from his wife telling him to come to five star hotel, room 207 precisely.

His joy knew no bounds! Finally, it's time to consummate their marriage of two years but why Mirabelle want it to happen in an hotel? He wondered.

Coincidentally, his boss, where he works as a delivery guy begged him to deliver the pizza to a customer at Five star hotel, room 207 precisely. He had thought Mirabelle wanted to celebrate the special night with the package but now he knew he was wrong.

On the a gigantic bed under a dim bulb which illuminated the room was Mirabelle stark naked under another man with her hands wrapped around his waist.

Underwears could be seen lying carelessly on the floor of the room and the only sound that filled the silence was her moaning.

“You..re the best..Ahh..you're..ohh..” She gripped the Bedsheet enjoying the pleasure from another man.

Marcus felt his heart ripping apart. Hot sweats boiled out from his forehead.

The two lovers were Deeply drowned in the pleasurably intimacy that they didn't even notice his presence at the door.

His fist tightened on the door knob and it broke away from the door forcefully. He felt his blood boiling with rage. He couldn't take it anymore.

“Mirabelle!!” His voice rang aggressively like and emergency alarm.

His voice was loud and dripping with anger. It startled the duo on the bed, interrupting their fun.

Mirabelle scampered on the bed. Quickly, she grabbed a Bedsheet and covered up her nakedness. Due to shock of the interruption, the Bedsheet fell from her chest but she picked it sharply, breathing hastily. She turned to the door after covering her body to see Marcus at the door. She was shocked!

“Mar.. Marcus!” She stuttered. She wasn't expecting to see him there.

The alcoholic wine she took earlier which made her sent a text message to Marcus instead of her secret lover had cleared from her brain.

“Wha..what are you doing here?” Her eye were widened and her breathe shaky.

Marcus gritted his teeth, his anger dipping deeper. He took a step into the room with his fierce gaze settled on Mirabelle. He totally ignored the man who stood at a corner, watching them.

“What am I doing here!??!” Marcus's angry voice cut through the tension. “You called me here to show me these!!”

Mirabelle swallowed hard, her gaze weak and pitiful. She flapped her eyelashes repeatedly like someone trying to prevent tears from falling from her eye.

“I can explain Marcus.. Please listen to me. I..” Mirabelle stuttered with empathy and regret in her voice.

Marcus shook his head. “There is nothing to explain Mira!! Do you think am blind!! You want to explain what exactly!! Do you think am dumb!!” Marcus blurted out aggressively, his vein popping visibly on his forehead. Droplets of sweats tickled down from his forehead.

The room fell into silence for some moments before the man who had been observing spoke up.

“Who the heck is this man here!!” His voice was harsh and dripping with disdain.

Marcus turned to him. “I should be asking you that question old man! Who the heck are you!?” Marcus glared back at the man who should be in his late 40’s but he looks maintained and rich.

The man was clearly angry at Marcus's audacity.

“Who the heck is this dimwit here!!” The man directed his questions to Mirabelle.

“He’s.. he's the guy I told you about.” She managed to speak with a shaky voice.

The man turned to Marcus, casting him a disdainful look. “You mean this is the useless thing that has been pestering you!!?” He snorted, his gaze fully on Marcus.

Marcus chuckled, he averted his gaze to Mirabelle. He couldn't believe she had been talking about him to another man. He even regarded him as a ‘guy’ rather than her husband.

“You’re the useless thing here old man!” Marcus took another step inside after the vocal retaliation. “You're sleeping with a girl you're old enough to be his father! What a shame!” Marcus spat disdainfully.

Angrily, the man stormed towards him and connected his palm to his cheek.

“Parrr!!!” The slap echoed in the silence.

Marcus staggered back. He held his cheek to feel, nurturing the pain from the slap. Fingerprint was left on his cheek and from the bending posture, he tasted blood in his mouth.

Sharply, Marcus raised his hand to retaliate with his own slap but Mirabelle held his hand on the air.

“I’ll never allow you to touch him, Marcus!!” Her once soft and empathetic charisma suddenly shifted to an angry expression on her face.

“How dare you betray me Mirabelle!! I love you with everything I have! I gave you everything!” Marcus cried out, pain dripping in his voice.

“You gaze me everything you had?” She chuckled. “You have nothing Marcus. You have been a burden to me!” She blurted out.

She continued with a condescending tone. “You are just a delivery guy. Do you think I love you? Have I ever allowed you to touch me!? Huh!”

Marcus felt the ground splitting beneath him. He was heartbroken, disappointed and frustrated that the only woman he called his wife never loved him a bit.

Mirabelle continued carelessly. “Do you know why I married you?” She chuckled.

“You’re just a thing of exchange to inherit my late father's properties!” Her cruel revelation got Marcus more angry.

Mirabelle had accepted Marcus' proposal because her late father had clearly stated in his will that only when she got married will she have full right to his assets and that was why Mirabelle desperately accepting Marcus's proposal.

“How dare you use me for your selfish purpose!! How dare you waste 2 years of my precious life!!” Marcus roared, his finger morphed to a fist.

He had never felt the urge to touch a woman in his life but at that moment he felt like slapping Mirabelle till she bled.

His anger took over him, propelling him forward to carry out the act he had swore never to do– to hit a woman.

Mirabelle was standing before the window of the room with his back facing the glass window. The room was on the four floor of the hotel.

Marcus raised his hand to hit her but Sir. Hex, Mirabelle's new lover intervene and pushed Marcus in such a way he forcefully hit his face against the glass window, shattering it.

Like a crashing airplane, Marcus tumbled down the window, falling down from the tall building.

His body fell on a car and his weight compressed the roof. Blood splashed!