how to gain control and alienate your ex (mg x showmeyouloveme)

[muscularguy4F]

Jon locked down at the papers sat on his desk, running his fingers through his beard as he considered each and every word. Finally content with how it read he smiled to himself, picking up the pen that lay next to the papers and signing his name in each at the bottom of each page.
He dropped the pen on the papers and sat back in the chair, nodding to himself. He imagined exactly what his soon-to-be-ex wife would think of the last little details. She could hardly complain. She had asked for everything and all she had was a small percentage of their worth, just enough to afford rent on a crappy flat. He laughed at that. She would be right at home somewhere like that. Mixed with all the other cheap and slutty women. He wondered for a moment whether he should feel bad for her, after all, he did love her. No, he had loved her. He hadn't loved her since he found out about her affairs.
That had changed him. He had become more cold towards certain people, many women in particular, though not all. He no longer felt he could fully trust them and instead started to treat them with disdain or indifference. Occasionally even bluntly. Since then he had stopped thinking about women as people, certain ones at least and now they seemed only like objects to him. Good for only one thing. After all, that's how they acted right?

He stood out of his chair, picking up the papers and sliding them into a large A4 envelope. He strode out of his office and placed them onto his assistant's desk. He looked her in the eyes, no longer a smile for her. "Next day courier service. DON'T fuck it up". He instructor her, noting how she shied away from his eye contact. Served her right he thought to himself. She was just like the others, flirting and dressing proactively to get what she wanted. Not that it would work on him, he wouldn't fall for that again. He reminded himself as he imagined himself teaching his assistant a lesson she would never forget
He stepped into the lift, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirrored walls. He felt good. There weren't many guys with his level of job that looked as good as he did. He had always taken good of himself, his broad shoulders and muscular physique attesting to that. He had left his jacket and tie in his office and now with his shirt was unbuttoned at the top. His short blonde hair was tidy and it stood up at the front. His beard was a dirty blonde, short and rugged looking but entirely controlled. He was handsome, his blue eyes, blonde hair and beard combining to emphasise his Viking heritage.
As he stepped out of the lift into the parking lot he felt his phone vibrate and his hand instinctively slid into his pocket.
A message from one of his buddies reminding him about this evening. How could he forget? They were throwing him a little divorce party. Just the lads, some beers, poker and some sports on tv. Perfect! It had been too long since they had been able to properly get together. He unlocked his car and got in, pulling out of the parking lot and heading home

 

[muscularguy4F]

They had been playing poker for a couple of hours before Jon noticed the unusual looks and grins each of his of his friends were giving each other. He frowned, something was going on. Something intended to surprise him. Picking up his beer he considered the situation. There were plenty of obvious possibilities and he could easily figure it out given an hour or so. He shook his head. No, he'd let them give him the surprise as they had planned. After all, they seemed as excited as if it were for them. He smiled to himself. His friends almost seemed like animated little school boys. Too excited for the beginning of the summer holidays to be able to hide it. Besides, he just wanted to play poker and have a laugh for now. For once he didn't want to think 2 steps ahead.

The rest of the night went quickly, hands being played sloppily as his friends drank too much and lost their heads. Eventually they could contain their excitement no longer. "Right lads, I think it's time we left Jon here to his divorce present". One of the guys announced, standing up. "He won't want us around much longer once he's seen what's waiting for him upstairs!" he chuckled, much to the enjoyment of a couple of the other guys. Jon stood to shake their hands and exchange pleasantries as they left his house, leaving him with his own thoughts.
As they were leaving one turned to Jon, "enjoy yourself tonight, just err, don't leave it too long before you head to your room".

Trying to ignore the jests and references his friends made, he began to clear up. Picking up the empty bottles, the packs of chips and snacks that were left out. He turned the tv off, the fight having finished an hour ago and walked to the window of his 2 floored apartment. He enjoyed looking out on the city, watching the movement of people or taking in all the lights in the buildings and in the distance. Thoughts ran through his head, current business deals that he would be closing or could soon start. People in his life, his friends, his ex and people similar to her, such as his flirty secretary. He would have to deal with her and people like her. He would do that in his own way. But he couldn't shake the thoughts that his friends had left behind. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him and he strode upstairs, making his way to the bedroom.

As he opened the door he stopped with shock. There was someone in his room. He had expected something, a joke, a prank perhaps. But not a living breathing person. Certainly not a young lady and not one as attractive as her. His burrow frowned, his face showing anger and confusion in equal measure as he strode towards her, almost marching. He crossed the distance between them in just 3 strong strides and was walking around her, examining her. She was certainly very attractive. His eyes ran up and down her body. Her pert tits, her tight and her pretty young face ass all inspiring rather smutty thoughts . "So, I can only assume then that you are either a stripper or an escort that my friends have arranged for me. While I very much appreciate their efforts, you do not want to be here. So I will offer you the chance to leave". He could feel his anger rising, testosterone surging through his body, responding to both his anger and his arousal. "Sex with me isn't something you're likely to enjoy. I'm not into anything weird or fucked up, I just use it as a way of relieving anger. Which would result in you feeling used and abused, not pleasured, not happy.". He was telling her truth, giving her a way out. Not because he didn't want her, but because he thought she deserved it. Or at least he didn't know why she deserved what he would eventually put her through. Recently sex had become far rougher, far more aggressive and inspired by thoughts of what the woman in question was really like. How she deserved everything she got. How she was, a liar, or a cheat, a fraud or a tease, just like his ex