When I entered the club, I found it to be bubbling with life. It wasn't my kind of party but I had no choice.
A clock on the wall told me it was eight in the evening. Spending the entire day having to deal with the lawyer, then my parents, Diana and traffic. It was a lot to deal with on a Saturday.
I headed for the counter, ordered a drink which was brought for me as I downed them all.
I sat beside a couple of men talking about how their wives were too clingy to them and was shocked at how they could be so terrible. I wished I could relate but sadly I couldn't.
It wasn't my business so I turned away.
"Excuse me," someone said to me as I looked up to see a girl in a black sexy dress with a gorgeous smile. She wasn't that bad and I admired the way she looked.
"Hey," I said back at her.
"What's a hot man like you doing in a place like this?"
Her pick up line was lame and I had heard it a thousand times but I was willing to hear what she had to say.
"And I'm guessing I should be with you?" I took a sip from my drink before waving for more to be brought to me.
"I'm pretty sure I can make you very happy."
I laughed heartily, the effects of alcohol beginning to take over.
"That was a very nice line. I'm impressed."
I asked for more information about her which I got before leaning back in my seat. When she was done, I knew what I wanted to do next.
Diana had been terrible to me and hooked up with my brother. I needed to forget her.
Here before me was the perfect opportunity to do so.
There was alcohol and a stranger to have that hot steaming sex with, but I didn't want to do it.
I had my eyes set on other things.
"I'm sorry sweetie," I said in a polite way. "But I'd like to be alone now. How about you run along and go play with some other doll who wants you to be their lover?"
The woman looked terrified by how I spoke to her which had her stepping back before walking off with a sneer.
She was clearly mad at me but I didn't care. I was here to drink my sorrows away after the losses I had incurred.
I grabbed the drinks I had gotten from the counter and started to a table to sit on when I was joined by a man whom I recognized but refused to talk to.
"Go away," I said in anger. "This is my night and you are not ruining it for me."
He chuckled, getting out his ID card to show me.
"Derrick lightning of Destruck comp…"
I raised my hand to halt him before he could finish.
"I know who you are," I sighed. "I'm just not interested in you. You work for a rival company of my wife's and she somehow ran you out of business."
"You worked alongside her," the man smiled. "But my sources say you two have split up."
"I haven't split up with my wife. We're still pretty much together. As for you, I'd suggest you leave before I call the cops."
He chuckled. "I'm not here to start up a fight, but what she did to you after all these years of putting up with her bullshit isn't right."
Now he was getting on my nerves.
"What do you even know she did to me?" I growled in his direction. "My wife loves me."
"I'm sure she does, that was why she found your brother worthy of all your assets and shares in her company. Do you even know what that means? It literally means you're jobless and poor. Even your own parents don't even want you anymore."
"Stay out of my personal business," I growled. "This has nothing to do with you."
We sat silent for a while, the music around the club getting into our heads as he leaned forward.
"Listen, she might be the leader of her company but I know how you can get back at her."
I shook my head. "I'm not listening to you. I'm going home."
"Sir, you don't even have a home to go to. Your account is dry. The only thing left is your car but she can't take that because it's a gift from a friend. I'd suggest you come with me and work on a business plan with me."
I knew Ron was probably banging my wife right now but I would not let this maniac from an opposing company make me betray my family.
"I will never betray my wife to be with the likes of you," I sneered, staggering backwards a bit before receiving a buzz on my phone.
I looked at it to find out it was a text from my wife. A divorce file. I opened it to find out she had signed it and my own signature was needed.
If I failed to sign it then I would be arrested within the week.
It was really happening. I was about to be single again.
I looked at the man before me. I had helped Diana take down his company and now that we both had a common enemy, instead of trying to get away from the man, what if I decided to help him get back at Diana for ruining my life.
That did not look like a bad idea. That was simply me having revenge for what she had done.
I walked to the chair to sit on it as I placed my hands on the table.
"I'm listening," I said with grave seriousness.
"I'm glad you're about to work with me," he said, getting out a file which he pushed to me. "But you have to agree to my terms first. You are to take over my company as a CEO and be the face and the heart of the company. I'll give you fifty five percent of the shares which is about two hundred billion dollars and my houses, cars and yachts all belong to you."