The Punch

The ride to his apartment in London was taking forever. Jules groans whilst kneading the flesh at the back of his neck.

He couldn't remember the last time he had been jet-lagged because he often had enough rest before and during travelling.

However, what was going on between him and Janice had made him stay up late.

Made him regret ever questioning her. She had not to bother walking him to the door like she usually does whenever he was going on a business trip.

It seemed as if she was glad and couldn't wait to get rid of him.

"We are here sir." The chauffeur mumbled, breaking Jules out of his thoughts. The man, Jonathan, who looked like he was in his late fifties was the one that had always been his chauffeur ever since he arrived in London.

He had stuck with him ever since. Jules liked that he was quite respectful and did everything in an orderly manner than other chauffeurs he had been with.

"Thank you," Jules muttered, sliding out of the car.

He strode towards the huge glass door that led to the lobby. Then, into the elevator even though where he was going was the second floor.

He didn't think he could walk that short distance with the way he was feeling.

"Welcome, Mr Forrest. Umh, sorry, I mean your majesty." Jules nodded his head at the blonde that was behind the reception desk.

Though everyone knew who he was. He preferred to be called by his last name. It seemed more professional than his title.

Ever since he became a King, everyone had known him as 'Your Majesty.'

It was the norm of calling people by the Royal with their title. Else, it would be termed as disrespect.

Yet, Jules didn't care.

So far, respect was given to him and the members of his family, he could live with people calling him anything.

He tugged off the tie around his neck and let out a deep breath. Whilst undoing the buttons of his shirt, he thought of Janice once more and what she could be doing.

He couldn't stop thinking about the hurt that had flickered in her eyes. The way she had stared at him with anger. As if he was insane to be questioning her.

"Maybe, I'm insane," Jules said to himself.

"I keep messing everything up." He groaned, plopping on the bed.

Grabbing his phone from the nightstand he had placed it on, his eyes glued to the screen for a while.

He was hoping Janice would call him to know if he had arrived at his location. To know if he was alright.

However, the screen of his phone just stared blankly at him.

It was annoying. Yet, he couldn't do anything until he was done with the business he had with her ex.

Only then would he know how to win her back.

Jules' eyes fluttered close. He laid in the position he was in until he got exhausted and drifted off.

★★★★

Jules sat on the vacant chair that was next to a lanky man with dark brown hair.

He brought out a cigar in the pocket of the brown pants he donned and lit it.

He took a puff and let the smoke gilded around, before concentrating on the man.

Jules had thought he was going to be a challenge. But, seeing him now made him want to snap his bone.

He looked so lanky and quite unhealthy, making him wonder where Janice had encountered him because the idiot he was looking at didn't deserve her.

"What are you staring at?" Janice's ex, John asked.

"Let's talk," Jules let out, walking briskly towards the door that led to the balcony.

John stared at the man that had ordered him outside. He thought of what would happen if he declined the invitation.

Aside from knowing who he was, he didn't think he would like to get on the bad side of him.

Without telling him what their discussion would be, John already knew.

"That bitch!" He gritted his teeth. He was aware sending her the envelope would involve her arrogant King of a husband.

However, he didn't know the man was going to come to talk with him.

His legs trembled slightly as he rose from the chair.

He walked towards the door Jules had gone through. His hand stayed on the doorknob, he inhaled and exhaled before nudging the door open.

At the balcony, he noticed Jules was smoking and he waited for him to finish the wrap or stick with him.

"What do you want with my wife?"

John flinched whilst he glimpsed at the murderous look Jules was sending his way.

He sucked in a deep breath and thought of what to say. He knew any wrong answer might result in him being six feet below.

So, he chooses his word carefully.

"She was my girlfriend until you stole her from me."

"Maybe you treated her like a piece of trash. So, she came to someone who would appreciate her more."

"That whore!" John yelled. "After everything I had done to her stupid self."

John grunted as Jules tugged his shirt. "Any more demeaning comment about her, I wouldn't hesitate to shove you off this freaking balcony."

"I-I…" John stuttered with wide eyes.

"And no fucking body would question me," Jules grunted, shoving him against the door.

John stared at the man that was defending Janice. He realized he was everything he wasn't.

Also, he wasn't here because he loves her. Heck, he never loved the bitch.

He only wanted to use her until she found out about his relationship with her friend, who was now her ex-friend too.

"What if I told you your precious wife is a slut and often frequents the nightclub to give them some?" John goaded.

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Jules glowered.

"I dumped her fucking ass because she's is the dumbest blonde ever…"

Jules's hand collided with his face before he could finish.

John cried out and staggered towards the door. "Bastard! You just broke my nose."

"I'll do it again if you keep saying demeaning comments about her." Jules asserted, shaking his fist that had begun to hurt.

John grunted and scurried towards the door.

"Coward," Jules grunted, watching as he fled.

He glanced at his hand and noticed the bruise that was forming on it. He winced, brought out a white hanky from his breast pocket and wrapped it around his injured hand.

Stepping back into the restaurant, he scanned the hall. He noticed John had left which he was grateful for.