THE BOSS OF BOSSES: THE COMEBACK OF JUDE ARIMIDAS

Chapter 2: SOMETHING LESS THAN A MAN!

Chapter 2: SOMETHING LESS THAN A MAN!

Jude hadn't been this humiliated since he had been 15 and caught by his father in the family stable with one of the maids.

His cheeks burned as the wet, soapy water itched his skin, and stuck his clothes to his pale skin.

“Mr Chuggy, you mean.” The redhead girl in the tiny skirt and shirt top whispered slyly into the boy's ear with an embarrassing wink at Jude.

“Oh, yeahh, Mr Chuggy. Chug, Chug,” the boy exclaimed, imitating the sounds Judes car often made when it stopped and needed to be pushed.

Judes hands fisted beside him, before he forced them to relax and spread open, his hands dropping boneless beside him.

“I didn't think we'd run into you here, Mr Chuggy, oh sorry, Mr Steele, Sir.”

“I thought he might have come to get his car washed,” the girl said in a high girlish tone, “but then here he is scrubbing your tires tony!” she burst into another fit of giggles, bringing out her phone.

Tony laughed, clearly determined to make the most of the situation. Jude had failed him in further math than last semester. “Mr Steele wouldn't wash his car here. Any strong spray of water and the thing might finally fall apart,” he guffawed, bouncing on his feet as if he could barely contain gis excitement.

Suddenly something flashed in Judes eyes. The girl, Lucy's camera flash.

Jude couldn't get into a brawl with his students, neither would he start bandying words with them. He suppressed his feeling of anger and humiliation and picked up the brush, turning to bend over and continue scrubbing.

Tony laughed some more as Lucy raked her eyes over Judes body. He was one of their youngest lecturers and he had a hot body. Coupled with the shirt being plastered on his skin, she secretly checked him out.

She might just keep the pictures for herself.

“Make sure to get out all the dirt on my whip, Mr Steele.” Tony yelled as they started to walk away.

“Chug, Chug!” Lucy screamed, until Jude couldn't hear them anymore.

Jude breathed in and out slowly, reassuring himself. He had reacted well. Had not lashed out in the way most people attacked in an embarrassing situation would. He'd reacted with the left over shreds of his dignity.

Just a few more hours and he would be done with this crap. And if fucking Brady ever asked him to wash cars ahay, he would punch him in the face.

He washed the car, doing his best to get it clean and then proceeded to the next and then the next one and another one again.

He was so tired his hands were shaking and his legs were almost giving out. He was an ulcer patient and his chest was starting to squeeze with the pain and stab of hunger and maybe a little dehydration as well.

He had barely finished the fifth car when a young guy of about 19 stopped beside him.

“I'm here to relieve you, Mr Steele. Thanks for covering my shift,”

Jude stared at the blue eyed blonde boy. He knew he probably had this job so that he could save up for a new gadget or a car. They were still young and free and wild.

Jude sighed and tossed the scrubbing brush down into the bucket with a splash. He went to the hose they used in rinsing off and rinsed his hands and washed his face.

He was so thirsty and tired that he was tempted to drink out of the water hose. But no. He was on his way home soon, and he would wait it out.

He went inside and collected his things, just his glasses that he had taken off before heading outside and his phone and car keys, and removed the gloves and apron, hanging them up on the nails.

Brady was nowhere to be seen of course. Jude just hoped he added this today's labor in his monthly paycheck.

He went outside and climbed into his car, shutting the door slowly and putting on his seat belt. He dropped his phone and keys on the passenger seat beside him.

This time the car started a little more smoothly which gave Jude some joy and relief. Whenever his car started with no loud noises, he could get home without any incident and enter their street without the whole neighborhood knowing he was back.

He would just pull into his driveway and park while he was still lucky.

He drove home, blinking hard and repeatedly so he didn't fall asleep on the wheel. He would fall asleep beside his beautiful wife on their bed.

He pulled into their street in a suburban part of town, drove down five to six blocks until he got to their house. Jude and his wife lived in a small two bedroom bungalow, with peeling white paint on the outside.

But at least it was their house. Even though they were still paying the mortgage. And they even had a small lawn out in front that their children, when they eventually had them, could play on.

He pulled into their driveway, careful not to overstretch the car so that it didn't start sputtering. He pulled in and parked without any incident and a little smile of victory lit his face. Today, he had won over his fucker of a car.

He was home a little earlier than Alicia, his wife worked long hours at the hospital in their neighborhood. Sometimes he had to go walk her home.

He got out of the car and grabbed his briefcase from the back of the car. He climbed the short steps and got on the porch, before opening the door and entering their tiny foyer.

He dropped his briefcase on the table and took off his shoes. The lights in the house were all off. Alicia was still out.

He hurried to the freezer to check if she left him food to microwave and have for dinner. Sometimes she was too busy and she didn't leave anything.

He was disappointed. In a slump. There was no food. The fridge was almost empty. Just one apple sitting resolutely in one corner.

He grabbed the apple. Washed it and took a bite.

Just then he heard a sound. A sound he knew all too well. A moan. He walked towards their bedroom, down the tiny, dark corridor.

Trepidation filled him. He didn't know why but his brain urged him to go back, turn away!

He didn't listen. He kept going and then he was almost to their door. He could hear the voices now, but he didn't stop.

He could see the light coming out from under the door at the end of the hall. Their bedroom.

“Fuck, Max, that’s it. Oh god, right there.” Pain rattled through him as he paused outside the door and the apple slipped from his boneless fingers. His mouth turned sour.

The sounds of slapping skin and grunting rolled over him and he couldn't take it any longer. Reaching down, he turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly.

When he stepped inside the room he could see her flat on her back, on their matrimonial bed, with the man on top of her, balls deep. It smelled like pussy and sex in there, like the two had been at it for a long time.

“Harder, Max,” Alicia, Jude's wife, moaned deep in her throat.