Phone Sex Escape -20-

Haven

The greatest reward is unsolicited revenge.

Breakfast the next day is rewarding. Shouldn’t it be the wife who is mad when the husband cheats? I could care less who Johnathan fucked last night, but Maria, she is seething. From the moment she slammed the coffee cup down in front of my husband to the scowl she gave Jamison the minute she walked into the room. I want to laugh, but that would be too obvious that I know what he did the evening before.

“What the fuck, Maria. Be more careful next time,” Johnathan said. Wiping off his tie, thankfully for him, it was brown, and the coffee would not be noticeable.

I sat at the end of the table in my usual spot, and the view of the breakdown was terrific. A maid, a cheater, and in walked the teenage whore who would set fire to the kindling.

“Miss Jamison, what do you want? To eat..” snapped Maria.

As the teen walked behind Johnathan, wrapping her hands around his shoulders and kissing the side of his head, I heard it snap. Yep, the last nerve in Maria’s body finally gave way to a fury that I never thought I would see vented towards my husband.

“You act like a little whore in front of him. Sister’s don’t do that,” Maria said. Her words are coming in a stinging fury of emotional vomit.

I leaned back in the seat, my feet now resting on the seat next to me, and I watched. I’m not stopping this. I hope Maria goes for the knife drawer and finishes them both.

“Maria, what the fuck?” Johnathan scorned. His voice elevated as he patted his stepsister’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I will get your breakfast,” Maria cried.

As I watch this mess fall into place, I don’t know who I feel sorry for the most. Maria loves him, but she knows he is a piece of shit. Jamison, well, she is a little whore who walked into the lion’s den. Johnathan, fuck him. He is getting everything he deserves right now.

I lift my cup, smiling, “Maria, can I get another cup?”

“Yes, Mrs. Haven. Of course, I will see to it right away,” Maria smiled. Grabbing the pot, she poured a steamy cup of coffee. Shaking, the look of the maid’s face was one of despair and horror. Everything she wanted didn’t want her, and for the first time, she knew it.

“Jamison, did you enjoy your dinner with your brother?” I asked. Turning my focus in the whore at the table, it’s my goal to make this girl feel so bad that she confesses. She is probably too stupid to realize that my voice is as fake as the weaves in her hair.

Clearing her voice, nodding, “Spectacular actually. It was the best meal ever.”

With a slight tilt of my head, I brought the cup to my lips, smiling, “Johnathan has always been such a good host. I guess that is why I fell in love with him.” I honestly think I might vomit on the table. My husband is not nice, charming, or any of the lies I am telling, but, soon, I hope I will never have to repeat those things.

Johnathan quirked a brow, his eyes dead set on what he knew was going to be a problem. “Haven, are you sick? I think you might have hit your head on something,” he laughed. Not one day of their two years of marriage went this smooth. Usually, a fight ensued, coffee was thrown, and then Johnathan using his dick as punishment. That is a normal day in the St. Cloud house.

I shook my head, laughing, “Darling, stop. I am always kind to you, and you know it. I was thinking. Maybe today I would take your sister out shopping. Would that be okay?”

At the same time, all three of the others in the room looked around as though they expected the building to collapse.

“Can I go, Johnathan? Please? I need some new clothes, and well, I think it’s time that I got better acquainted with your wife, don’t you?” Jamison smiled.

Johnathan let out a long exhale, knowing that he couldn’t deny his sister. If he did, Haven would know something was going on between the two of them. “Okay. Haven has my credit card. Get anything you need, but if you need me, call me right away,” Johnathan said, his voice nervous.

I was dying inside. I swear Johnathan was shitting his pants over me, asking. “Oh, stop it, Johnathan. It’s not like I am selling your sister on the black market,” I laughed. On that note, I walked off, leaving the two of them to fumble for words.

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