Hi everybody this is my first attempt at writing a story so please bear that in mind if you comment I only Have a basic state education so I apologise for all and any grammar and spelling mistakes. I should also justify my interpretation of how a man feels when he finds out his wife is cheating, I have two ex-wife's both of which cheated on me, so I have first-hand knowledge.
The story itself is pretty standard stuff you will have read a dozen times on Literotica and I have unashamedly taken the first part of IN THE END IT WAS FRANKS GAME, By Gstein, a thoroughly good read but with a poor ending I have changed some of his writings to fit my interpretation of his story also I have more than one alternative ending to this tale which I shall write in due course. I have also changed some of the beginning the bits I changed are in
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Please feel free to criticize as much as makes you happy as I have a very thick skin and a don't give a shit attitude.
All character's and place names are fictitious this is after all fiction writing for fun and not accuracy any mistakes are my own so here goes.
I have put a different spin on this story that I hope you enjoy.
Please note
this story contains both sex and violence.
As waiters and busboys bustled around him and hastily cleared the table of plates, saucers, cups, glasses and utensils; and straightened the black table decorations that embarrassingly proclaimed that someone was now forty years old and over the hill, Frank Walker sat alone at one end of the long table where he and other partiers had just finished a lavish dinner.
A little ways down the table from him were a couple of partiers who were also still seated and engrossed in their phones. And, at the far opposite end of the table a handful people were standing around talking and laughing. But, except for Frank and these few stragglers, the dining table was vacant since the rest of the partiers had left to take restroom breaks, make phone calls or just stretch their legs before the dessert, after dinner drinks and coffee were served and the party resumed.
But at that moment Frank wasn't on his phone. He wasn't thinking about the party and the fine dinner they had just finished. And, he certainly wasn't thinking about the birthday cake that the waiters would soon be bringing to the table.
Instead, Frank was pondering the handwritten note a waiter had slipped to him that read...
"
Beware! Marc LaValliere is going to steal your wife. And beware of the two men who are with him, they will take you out if you try to stop him. He plays his wife stealing game here very often. Looks like you are the victim of his game this week. Nothing we can do but warn you and suggest that you and your wife should leave now! Sorry for your trouble.
"
The note was unsigned but read like it was from the management of the restaurant and lounge.
It was a sinister warning and after he read the note, and then read it again, he paid more attention to his wife who was, again, out on the dance floor with Marc LaValliere. And now what troubled him was that, for the second time, they had moved to the back of the dance floor and practically out of his view. But he did catch glimpses of them and it was enough for him to see that LaValliere was holding his wife very close and she appeared to be enjoying the experience.
Ever since they had arrived at the party Marc LaValliere had been coming to their table and asking his wife to dance. Frank hadn't objected and Brooke accepted his invitations to dance, every time.
But now Frank had had enough of LaValliere dancing with his wife and the note clinched his decision to go onto the dance floor and cut in. But just as he got up from his chair the song ended and he saw that LaValliere and Brooke were coming off the dance floor.
Relieved that he wouldn't have to make a scene, Frank sat back down and waited for LaValliere to escort his wife back to the table. But this time, instead of bringing her back to the birthday party, they went to Marc's table where they stood and talked for a several moments.
Frank was watching them.
And after a couple of minutes LaValliere walked away from Brooke and his two friends and it appeared to Frank that LaValliere was leaving the restaurant and lounge. And, as LaValliere walked toward the exit, Brooke nonchalantly strode over to Frank, picked up her handbag, told him that she was going to the restroom and then she turned and walked away. But after she took a couple of steps, she stopped, turned around, and with a peculiar look on her face, she told Frank that she loved him and she would see him later. Then she turned and continued walking in the direction the restrooms.
Watching his wife move through the restaurant toward the hallway where the restrooms were located, Frank got the idea that there was something wrong about the way she said that she was going to the restroom. And the way she stopped and told him that she loved him and would see him later, seemed odd. Her demeanor was not that of someone going to the restroom. Instead, she looked and acted like a person leaving to go do something other than simply going to the restroom. So, Frank got up from the table and went after her.
And he had not taken any more than a few steps when, as the note had warned him, LaValliere's two companions got up from their table and intercepted him.
Now, Frank Walker made his living by handling situations for organizations. He was a corporate fixer. Almost every week he boarded an airplane and flew to somewhere in the world where he straightened out businesses, and other types of organizations that had run off the rails and were in some kind of up-side-down administrative, operational, or financial situation.
Almost everyday Frank dealt with ego and power driven top-level executives, officers, directors and senior managers who got to where they are through politics, backstabbing, lying, cheating, bullying and intimidation.
Almost everyday Frank had to deal with hard-nosed front-line managers and supervisors who bullied and intimidated workers, and took pride in being just downright ruthless.
Going into these situations, with the purpose of making changes that impacted people's lives and livelihoods, it was not uncommon for Frank to be confronted, intimidated and even threatened. One time he was threatened by a drug cartel because he working on a project to relocate an American manufacturer from Mexico back into the states. Frank didn't back down from their threats and his client relocated to Alabama.
Frank was good at his work and he thrived in those situations where people threatened him. He loved nothing better than taking on the egoist, power mongers, ruthless and the dangerous. In fact, it was his game.
So when Mark LaValliere's large and athletic but young and naive teammates confronted him it didn't take Frank but a few moments to turn the tables on them the thug on Franks left put his arm out straight and placed his palm flat against Franks chest.
''Where are you going old man he said with a smirk?''
Frank put both of his hands against the thugs hand so hard that he could not move away Frank then stepped forward half a pace trapping the thugs hand against his chest he then bent forward sharply twisted to one side and dropped to one knee breaking the thugs wrist, the thug to his right was coming to his friends rescue when Frank stood up bringing his right fist up in a reverse hammer blow straight into thug number twos balls there was a scream like a stuck pig and number two collapsed in agony. Frank continued towards his wayward wife.
So now, with Marc LaValliere's buddies out of the way, Frank hurriedly went on after Brooke and when he caught up with her she was almost at the rear exit of the restaurant and lounge.
"Brooke," he hollered.
Either she didn't hear him, or she ignored him but regardless she didn't stop and continued to walk on toward the door.
