The Mercedes-mayback S680 sped along the smooth tarred road towards MacStereens Manor, it was a windy day in Little Borough and it seemed even now like there would likely be a storm coming in. MacSteeren Junior whom friends popularly referred to as MJ because who had the time to always say "MacSteeren Junior" the young billionaire sat behind the wheel of his Mercedes-mayback S680, lost in deep thought, he had so much on his mind haven just left the city for a short vacation in his country home. He needed the serenity of Little Borough, and the peace and quiet of the Manor. He needed to forget her Face, the moments they shared and her betrayal. Haven been engaged for six months and married for two weeks to the beautiful Shirley Davidson; a hot model whom he fell in love with on his business trip one year ago in France only to find her fucking another man in his bed on their honeymoon, the images of her face never left his mind for a second; she had lovely blonde hair, face like a gazelle, tall with straight long legs she was a sight for sore eyes. Shirley was a beauty and MJ fell in love with her immediately he set his eyes on her.
He remembered vividly images of their first encounter flooding his mind. He had just finished a business meeting with one of the multinational companies in France who wanted to invest in his new micro-chip project: he remembered starring at her, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of pretty women; models, business women, actresses and all sort of celebrities, but she was the prettiest. Mj bumped into her just as he stepped out of the elevator and caught her just as she was about to fall to the ground. "I am so sorry miss" Mj apologized, "I apologize I was not looking" Shirley responded in the most angelic voice he had ever heard, she made him feel warm all over, he could feel the bulge and warmth in his pants, his maleness aroused by her sensual voice, he starred at her lips the red color of rose, her breast like two mountains inviting him to feel the soft round mould, at that moment he could only think of kissing her deeply pressing her back against the wall, her starred into her deep blue eyes and felt all his darkest and freakiest desires burning inside of him. Mj quickly gave her his business card without a second thought "call me", he said as he thrust the card into her hands. Everything took shape from that moment, they dated for six months, and on a magical starry night MJ proposed to Shirley and of course she said yes, it was truly magical. They had a private wedding in France, the world was magical and blissful for Mj. Two weeks after their weeding, Mj got a call from his biggest clients and business partners to fly to London in order to get some contract papers for his multi-million dollars project signed, Mj felt sad at the news and thought of leaving his wife, but unfortunately the meeting was too important, the biggest deal in the history of his company; he left his bride in his penthouse in Paris to meet a business partner in London to sign some papers for his new multi million dollars microchip project.
Mj felt so sad he had to leave his new bride for a few days, but the trip was an important one he could not reschedule. While he was away in London he spent every spare time on the phone with his wife, fortunately the contracts between him and his partners were exchanged sooner than he expected and so he could fly back to France earlier than slated. Mj planned a romantic surprise for his new wife Shirley; he made arrangement for roses, chocolate and expensive champghene. He could not wait to get back to his sexy wife, the love of his life, the woman of his dreams. Mj never thought he could love anyone this much, love this intensely as he had built a fence around his heart after he lost the only woman he loved so truly, his precious mother. The flight from London to France seemed to last forever, he was anxious to get to his wife, he did not call her to inform her of his return; it was a surprise. He thought of how much he missed her tender lips, her soft tender body pressed to his, magical thoughts of her in his arms enveloped him and he smiled.
He got to Paris Late at about 9:30pm that night, his chauffeur was already waiting to take him to his penthouse, he was thrilled to have arrived so quickly thanks to the fact that he did not board a commercial flight but took his private jet. The car, his Mercedes G63 sped along as he examined all the surprise gifts he got for his wife; the roses, the designer bags and shoes and a diamond necklace, he nodded with satisfaction, a shy smile plastered on his face. The chauffeur arrived at the penthouse and Mj sprinted to the elevator, he was so excited at the thought of seeing his wife's face, his maleness bulged in his pants as he visualized his wife's hot sexy body pressed against his. His penthouse being a smart house did not require the noisy turning of keys at the front door, only his fingerprint or smart card could open the door, he pressed his thumb against the doorknob and his fingerprint recognition was complete, his chauffeur Davis followed sheepishly behind carrying the presents meant for his wife, Mj told Davis to not make a sound as he felt his wife was asleep in the bedroom, he tiptoed to the bedroom, suddenly Mj heard moaning sounds coming from the bedroom, he stopped in his track as his heart beat raced, his legs could not carry him but his will and curiosity propelled him to advance towards the bedroom, he stood at the entrance of the bedroom door and could not utter a single word, Mj stood at the door shaking, his heart racing and eyes bulging out of its socket, on his king-sized luxury bed was his wife sprawled beneath a male figure digging rigorously into her while she moaned and clutched at his hair. He could not fathom the scene in front of him; it had to be a dream, he still stood at the door while Shirley climaxed screaming at the top of her lungs, "Shirley you bitch!" Mj screamed, his screaming startled the duo on his bed Shirley was so shocked she screamed in terror as she pushed the man who was still on top of her: a well built and strong muscled man, he looked like a boxer to the floor as she sprang up from the bed she starred at the door where Mj stood, "Baby, you are back, hon please it is not what you think.. i... i....."Shirley stammered as colour drained from her face she starred at MJ who then walked briskly to the man on the floor and gave him a punch on his face. A fight ensued between Mj and the muscled man on his bedroom floor while Shirley begged and cried, after about fifteen minutes Shirley's fuckboy grabbed his pants and fled from the bedroom, he ran past Mj'S chauffeur Davis who was still standing in the sitting room waiting to be instructed further, Davis was so startled to see a stranger running out of his bosse's bedroom he thought the man was a thief and attempted to grab the stranger but he was no match for the well-muscled man who pushed him down as he ran out of the penthouse with the front door still open.
The confrontation between Shirley and Mj was really heart wrenching for Mj, he could not believe his eyes Shirley the love of his life, queen of his heart had broken their matrimonial vows by having an affair, he sat on his bed while Shirley whimpered behind him trying to explain, she told him she was so bored at home while he was away on his business trip so she went to a nearby bar to have some drinks, that was how she met the man he caught her in bed with, she swore and pleaded that it was just a mistake and she will never cheat on him anymore, Mj listened as she spoke without interrupting or uttering any words, he was too shaken to speak. He let her finish and then left the bedroom taking a pillow from his bed he made for the living room with his shirt still on, as he entered the living room he saw Davis groaning with a bloodied nose, "are you alright boss, we should call the police, the thief got away, I. i… tried to stop him" Davis said. Mj gestured at Davis to leave immediately without responding to his request to call the police or even an explanation of the night's event in his bedroom, Davis left the room silently noticing that the boss was in no mood to speak, he saw tears in the bosses' eyes and knew immediately what may have transpired, Davis did not need any telling to know when a man has been betrayed, he was not surprised, he never did like that woman with her banging body, he knew a gold-digger when he sees one. Mj slumped on the Sofa sobbing, all his plans, dreams and hope for a blissful night and indeed years with his Shirley was over. He lay down that night feeling truly empty, the pain he felt was like how he felt the day he lost his precious mother. He could not sleep that night, he tossed and turned on the sofa with a visual memory of Shirleys moans while the stranger stroked into her hard, his heart broke as he remembered the horrid scene he watched. He heard Shirley sobbing in the bedroom and at that moment he felt nothing but hate for her. The next morning just before 6am, Mj packed a travel bag and left his penthouse leaving a note on the bed beside Shirley. His note bore just few words, "you should be gone by the time I am back, you will get the divorce papers from my lawyer, I wish I never met you". He picked up his bag and headed for the door, too angry to look back, he got into his car as Davis drove him to the airport to catch a flight back home. He needed the peace and quiet of Little Borough. Mj sat solemnly as the jet flew at Forty-five thousand feet, he was lost in thought, the hostess brought him a glass of whisky, he had already gulped four glasses, Mj requested that she kept the bottle of whisky, he quickly grabbed the bottle of whisky and drank straight from it, his eyes blazed like a furnace as images of the previous night played in his mind. His eyes were swollen from crying, his body felt limp, "how she could betray me, he murmured, was I not enough for her, what more did she want? I gave her everything, I loved her! I loved her so much". The effect of the whiskey left him drunk and slumped over. Are you ok sir? The air hostess asked, looking down on him with concern, she bent down to stare into Mj's bloodshot eyes, she was startled at the look in his eyes, he starred back at the hostess and called her Shirley, the hostess looked dazed but still bent close enough for him to give her a long deep kiss, the hostess pulled back away from him her colour turning red in embarrassment as she hurriedly ran back to her station.
As the jet headed homeward, Mj slept but not a peaceful sleep, he tossed and turned in his sleep, he dreamt that he was making out with Shirley in his private Jet, he held her kissing her deeply while she moaned and whispered his name, he ran his hands all over her luscious body, stroked her beautiful blonde her, he felt whole, "oh Shirley, darling I love you" Mj whispered gazing into her beautiful blue eyes; they held onto each other as Mj rocked her feeling his arousal as he reached for her soft breast he sucked and she moaned some more calling out his name, the hotness of their bodies melted together and Mj couldn't take it anymore, he entered her so gently and felt her warmness all over his rock hard maleness; rocking her slowly they both moaned together and at that moment Mj felt bliss, he stroked harder and faster until they both climaxed together. "I love you Shirley, I love you so much" he whispered then all of a sudden he felt a hand nudging him gently, he heard a voice saying "sir, sir, we are about to land", it was the voice of the air hostess. Mj slowly opened his eyes feeling a numbing headache, he squinted and slowly sat up, his hair looking disheveled and his eyes looked sore he slowly stretched and tried to stand but failed in his attempt and slumped to the floor. Are you ok sir, the hostess asked making an attempt to help him take his seat, "Let go! I am fine" Mj replied, he staggered back to his seat as the plane descended towards the airport, he held his head in his hands and all over again began to sob making heaving noises like a child.
Mj stepped out of the private Jet and allowed the rays of the sun kiss his handsome face, he ran his hand through his black shiny hair to smooth the strand that fell across his face, he slowly descended from his jet and strode towards his Mercedes Benz, he got in to the driver's seat while his Personal assistant Raymond who had driven the vehicle to the airport at his request quickly carried his travel bag to the second vehicle waiting to follow Mj's Mercedes back home. Mj wanted to be alone, hey Ray! He called out to his personal assistant, can I have the bag please, I will not be needing you for the time but I will call you once I get to the location I am going. That's ok boss, Raymond replied and handed the travel bag over to his boss, Raymond watched with concern as his boss sat behind the wheel of the Mercedes and drove away from the airport, he knew something really bad must have happened in France but he couldn't tell what it was although he knew the big boss signed a huge contract which should be a cause for a big celebration, but Raymond was surprised to see his boss in a messy state, if there was something he knew, the boss is a fighter and one of the most intelligent and ambitious man he knew, and whatever it is that was causing him to act in this way, the boss will overcome it, Macstereen Junior always gets what he wants, he always wins. What Raymond did not know is that the boss was suffering from a terrible heartbreak, and matters of the heart did not physical strength or intelligence to overcome, matters of the heart can break even the strongest, slow down the fastest and ridicule even the richest, the heart has no respect for personality.