A New Day, A New You part 12 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 12

... say move that means you move or bad things happen to you,” I tell him and he removes his jacket and hands it to Sophia. “Are you threatening me,” he asks me and I laugh. “Did you figure that out all by yourself big guy,” I ask poking his chest with my finger,” Now move it if you know what’s good for you.” I’m caught off guard as the brute grabs my hand and squeezes it nearly breaking my fingers before lifting me up off the ground by my arm. I’m hitting his hand with my free one when his free hand grabs my belt and he carries me, me a grown man, out of the building. I’m sat on the hood of my Audi as he releases me. “You are not welcome in Mrs. Vargas’s business or office. Don’t let me catch you trying to come in here again,” the giant orders me and now I’m pissed. “You piece of shit you just signed your own death warrant,” I bark as I see flashing lights. Police is just what I need, manhandled for no reason and forcibly removed from my own building; yeah I’ll have them in court paying me. They call for an ambulance to check my hand and officers step into the building as the secretary Sophia is showing them something on her little tablet I can see her pointing at me and the officers are talking to the goon but they aren’t putting hand cuffs on him. I get my hand wrapped up and there isn’t anything broken, stronger than I thought, but a sergeant is talking to me like I did something wrong. “Mr. Vargas the owner and the body guard are not pressing charges against you,” He tells ...

... me and I cut him off. “What fucking charges? He attacked me,” I point out and the sergeant shakes his head. “Sir there is video and audio of you assaulting and threatening the man inside the building. He went on record to state that you threatened him again outside the building. You are going to need to leave and I suggest you make an appointment and not show up out of the blue to this business. Next time we receive a call and it concerns you at this establishment we are to arrest you for harassment and trespassing,” the fucking puta cop states before handing me my wallet and keys. They are making me leave and not once did Anita even bother to come out and look, fucking bitch. When did she get security cameras and where the fuck did the new bodyguard come from. I’ll have to send the boys over to teach him some respect, probably have to give them some money in advance so they can fill up their tank and drive there. Can’t have hired help taking the bus to do the job. I get in at home and ice my hand, fucking hurts but nothing broken yet I am still wondering where that big fucker came from. He’s not the guy that was spotted out in front of her, formerly our, home a week ago. I pass the next couple days with a smile as everything is going to plan as I’m sitting in the café waiting on Carter. She’s running late and yet there is a beautiful raven haired woman in a sex/business suit sitting down drinking coffee and eating a cinnamon roll in a way that leaves me with a desire to put ...