Phone Sex Escape -22-

A honk from the driver alerted me that he was getting impatient. I’ve been ready for an hour. Jamison is dawdling around the house as though I am taking her to the gas chamber. Oddly, she was so happy to go when Johnathan was involved, but now, she seems scared. I’m not going to lie. I love that she is acting like I have some hold over her. Little does she know, I don’t want anything from her other than a confession that she opened her legs for her brother’s cock. If I can get that out of her, then I have more evidence for a divorce. Surely my father would disapprove of Johnathan being so bold with his own step-sister. Then again, my father is the reason I am in this position.

“COME THE FUCK ON!” I scream

I can’t help but laugh when a crash of glass comes from the kitchen. Poor Maria is not a bad woman, but living with this family will give her PTSD. All of the fights, sex, and my pig of a husband have to be hard on a good Catholic woman. After she gets pregnant with Johnathan’s bastard, I will make sure she gets a raise. It’s the least I can do for all the pain she’s caused daily.

“Jesus Christ, hold on. I had to change and make a few calls before coming,” said Jamison.

Rolling her eyes, Jamison only said she would go shopping to appease her sister-in-law, but truthfully, she hated her. Johnathan could do so much better than that whore. Jamison was sure she was after her brother for his money, not for love.

“The driver is waiting, Miss Priss,” I snapped.

After a couple of minutes of back and forth bitching, we finally settled in the back of the car. The entire time Jamison was texting Johnathan. I’m sure he was demanding it so he could keep the lines of communication open. Is it wrong for me to hate this girl and not even know her? What she doesn’t realize is we are both almost the same age. Given a different setting, we might be friends, but not now. Johnathan was my focus here, and I can’t lose sight of my freedom.

Exhaling, I look over at the girl, noting the smile on her face. She is probably cyber sexting with my husband right in front of me. No matter how much I hate him, that shows a lack of class that one can’t measure.

“How is Johnathan? Has he shown you his dick yet?” I laugh.

Jamison went scarlet red, looking over with a smirk on her lips. She was going to make sure the wife knew it all. Why not? Surely, Johnathan didn’t want her. How could he?

“Yes, and he fucked me on his desk last night. Came inside of me and told me he loved me,” Jamison said.

I looked over before roaring with laughter. God, this is going to be easier than I thought. Johnathan is fucking this little whore. Wait, his step-sister. I can only imagine what his upstanding mother would say to that. Did she expect me to be upset or react negatively? If she did, she is in for a shock.

“Good. I was hoping that Johnathan would. I mean, I don’t want him, and he only uses Maria for blowjobs, so maybe you’re the golden one, Jamison,” I laughed.

Jamison put her hand to her mouth, shocked at the confession of her brother’s infidelities. Was she just another notch on his belt, or did he care for her? She was falling in love with him, and if he didn’t feel the same, she would be heartbroken. How could he fuck her like that and not care? God, she is so blind to the way men act when all they want is a piece of ass.

“Fucking liar. He loves me. He told me that last night when he said I am the best,” Jamison lied.

I looked over with a cocked brow and a smirk, “Sweetheart, at one time or another, he said that to all of us. I want you to have him, though. I will step back and allow you to be his new wife.”

“Really? I can have him?” Jamison squealed.

“Of course. We can even buy you a wardrobe that I know Johnathan will love. See, I am not a scorned wife. I want to make sure Johnathan gets everything he deserves,” I add.

I know this will backfire for me, but right now, knocking this bitch down a notch or two amuses me. Jamison has nothing to offer that can advance his career, but she doesn’t realize that yet. If her father was willing to cut loose with a billion or so, she might have a chance.

“Let me seal this right now,” I whisper. I don’t want the driver to alert my husband of what we are speaking about right now. Making a call to Maria, I can’t wait to hear the screams on the other end of the line. Poor little Maria. She is the only one that I feel bad for right now. I know in my heart that she is deeply in love with my husband.

“Maria, please move all my belongings to the guest room. Miss Jamison needs her things to be moved to my bedroom. Yes, you heard me right. I will explain when I get home,” I said, clicking the phone off as the screaming started.

“Oh my god, are you serious right now? I am going to be with him forever?” Jamison cried.

“I promise you this. You will both get everything you deserve after all this. I wish you nothing but happiness,” I smile. Inside of me right now, there is a sense of peace. Johnathan might beat the hell out of me tonight for this, but it will all be worth it in the end. I still can’t help but feel for Maria.

From the front of the car, the driver listened to the giggles and laughs of the two women. Though he couldn’t hear everything said, he knew that Mr. St.Cloud would not find this amusing. The driver was hired through a Private Investigator. The driver’s sole job was to get anything he could on the two women in the back.

“Ladies, we have arrived,” he said as he exited the vehicle.

“Ready for this?” I asked.

“I am so ready for all of this,” Jamison responded.

After the two women were gone, the driver made the call to the agency. He knew his job depended on getting all he could.

“Sir, something is going on between the two. First, they were fighting, and then laughing and plotting. I couldn’t hear what was said, but they exited the car holding hands and smiling. I think there might be a problem here,” said the driver.

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