Phone Sex Escape -23-

“What the fuck do you mean they are holding hands?” I growled. Whatever my wife has up her sleeve, she is about to be clipped for good. Her father needs to either deal with her or die. Not one time in our history has Haven took it upon herself to make friends with neither the help nor my family.

“I need a fucking drink,” I growl. Of course, there is no one in the office. I must be losing my mind.

Twenty minutes later, my day goes from bad to worse. Haven’s father summons the board to an impromptu meeting. The last thing I need today is another lecture on why his daughter is not pregnant. Maybe because she’s a pain in the ass when it comes to sex, her mouth is a total turn-off, and every time I fuck my wife, it has to be forced by me. Sure, I love a rough fuck, but this is getting to be ridiculous.

I slip my tailored suit jacket back on, adjusting my tie in front of the mirror in my office. A quick brush of my fingers through my hair and turn to take the short walk to the conference room. With my drink in hand, I knew I would need it. I joined what seemed to be a witch hunt in progress.

“Thomas,” I said, looking to the others with a slight nod. I took my seat at the head of the table, looking down at the folder in front of me. “What’s going on? Did I miss a memo or something?” I asked with confusion.

“Open the folder, Johnathan. I am sure that will show you everything you need to know,” Thomas said. Leaning back in the chair, the older man had a smug look on his face.

Whatever game he was playing, I would make sure he regretted it the moment I went home. His daughter would pay for his bullshit today. Opening the folder, the first thing that slapped me in the face was a picture of Jamison bent over the desk and my dick inside of her. So this is how were are going to play the game now? “What the fuck is this? You’re having me watched?” I demanded.

Clearing his throat, standing, Thomas stood at the other end of the table, looking as though he could kill. “Keep reading, Johnathan. The next part is a doozy,” he laughed.

I flipped to the next page, shocked, but I wouldn’t show it. Enclosed are the forms to transfer the power of the company to me, and he would retire. “What the fuck is all this? You show me pictures of me fucking, and then reward me? Excuse me if I am a little bit confused,” I add.

“Read them,” Thomas said.

I scanned through the forms, stopping at the last line, “Are you fucking kidding me? I have 30 fucking days to get your daughter pregnant or be removed as CEO? You do understand that your fucking daughter is a pain in the ass who is fighting me about this, right?” I slammed my hand down on the desk, looking over with daggers in my eyes, “I’m trying, but maybe you need to discuss this with her. She doesn’t let me fuck her until I beat her ass.” There, I said it. As blunt as it was and as shocked as the room was, I can’t force the bitch to accept my cum. What the hell does this man expect, but come hell or high water, she will be pregnant. I don’t care if I have to hold the bitch down and feed her cum through a turkey baster. She will be pregnant, and this company end up in my hands.

With both of his hands on the table, the palms holding him up, Thomas let loose with a tirade of insults. “If you wanted her pregnant, she would be pregnant. I am seventy-eight years old. Before I die, I would like to at least bounce a grandchild on my knee,” he growled. Thomas gasped for another breath, his anger continuing, “You have thirty days, or I have your office packed and pay for a divorce for my daughter. I don’t give a fuck if you have to tie her to the bed, do it.” With each word, he slammed his hand down on the table harder, all ten of the board members jumping on each impact.

I’d heard enough. I closed the folder, nodding as I looked at each of the men before Thomas, “Checkmate. You’ll have a fucking kid, but I can’t guarantee you’ll have a daughter,” I said, walking out before slamming the door behind me.

The walk back to my office, I put the folder in my safe when I was alone. I can’t have someone finding that picture. I sat, my chair turned to the window, I leaned back and closed my eyes for the first time. If Haven wanted to play hardball, she was barking up the wrong tree. No matter what she said, she was getting fucked nightly. It was then that I decided on the downfall of her and her father. I don’t like children, and if I am honest, the idea of fucking fucking a bloated whale of a wife disgusts me. Some men think women glow. I think the dumb bitches look like fat glow worms. Repulsive. No one said the kid had to be mine, just that she needed to give the old man a grandchild.

I grabbed the phone and put my plan into play. “Get me the number to a sperm bank,” I said. The moment I asked, I knew that was something that I should have did myself. Lucky for me, my secretary is discrete. She knows who pays her bills. I would acquire sperm from a male that looked similar to myself, and each night force it into my wife. When she got knocked up, the company is mine, and when she delivers, I will already own the company, and she can take her bastard kid to live with her father. It’s as easy as that in my world. You never get ahead if you don’t work hard and have a good head on your shoulders. Lucky for me, I have both.

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