Phone Sex Escape -32-

I sat in the kitchen, my phone on the table and the house more silent than ever before. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad at this point. No calls from the investigator, and Thomas is blowing up my phone with his every 15-minute demands that his daughter comes home. If I knew how to find the whore, she would get beaten a lifetime and locked in the bedroom for the next nine months. Another vibration of the phone, another phone call with Thomas. 

“Where the fuck is my daughter? Did you kill her? So help me, god, if you harmed that girl, I will put you away for life,” Thomas screamed. 

Did he think I am stupid enough to kill my wife? I’m not too fond of Haven, that’s a fact, but she isn’t worth going to prison for the rest of my life. I don’t know if I am insulted or honored to think I would waste my freedom on his gutter whore of a daughter. Laying the phone down, I let him scream and yell at me, shaking my head each time he said that he would take my position away from me. I’ve made more money for that company in two years than he did in forty. Thomas might try, but the board of directors will stop him before he can succeed. The only thing I need is the shares that Thomas is holding back for when Haven is pregnant. She’s screwed all that up now, but not for long. I will find her, and she will regret the day that I do. 

“Are you done with this rant, or should I let you carry on?” I asked. I don’t want to interrupt his eloquent use of words, but it’s doing nothing for my headache. 

“You son of a bitch, go out and find her right fucking now,” Thomas screamed, hanging up the phone.

I sat back, my hands over my chest laughing. That had to be the biggest crock of shit that I’ve ever listened to in my life. Thomas could care less about his daughter. All she was is a breeder for the son he never had. I hope if she ends up pregnant, she gives him a girl. It would serve his old ass right. 

Perking up the moment I heard a key in the door, there was nothing to keep me sitting in that chair. I stumbled through the darkness, watching it slowly push open. The disappointment is written all over my face when Jamison walks through the door, dropping her bags on the floor. She’s the last person I need right now. All that girl wants is to ride my dick and spend my money. At least the pussy is better than Haven’s is. 

“Where the fuck is she? Where did she go?” I demanded.

Looking confused, Jamison stood in the foyer shaking her head, “Who are you talking about, Johnathan? I was at a spa, remember?” 

“Haven. Where the fuck did she go? I know you two are buddies now, so she had to have told you her plans,” I growled. Moving closer, grabbing Jamison by the throat, I pushed her hard against the wall. “I need to know where my fucking wife is,” growling, saliva running from the corners of my mouth. 

Jamison screamed the moment his hand went to her throat. Her step-brother has lost his mind. He looks like a madman driven on hate. Maybe this is why Haven ran away. Tears were running down her face as she gasps for air, shaking her head. It wasn’t the fear that stopped Johnathan. It was a lift of her knee to his nuts that makes him step back and drop to his knees. 

“You stupid mother fucker, I don’t know where she went, but I am sure I now know why. How the hell could you do this to me?” Jamison cried, her hand rubbing her throat. 

“You fucking whore,” I scream, bent at the waist with my hand on my nuts. I’ve never been nut-checked before, and I suppose I might deserve it this time. My breath coming back slowly as I rose, shaking my head from side to side, “Do you know where my wife is? She took her things and left. I need her home now.”

Jamison rolled her eyes, grabbing her bags as she walked off to the bedroom, “No. Why would I know? We only spoke one time. Ask the maid. She and Haven are fucking all the time.” 

“What the fuck did you just say?” I demanded. What she said hit me in the chest so hard that my nuts are no longer a concern. My wife and the maid are cheating on me? Is Haven a fucking lesbian? Maybe that’s why she never wanted to fuck. She was too busy munching the maid. 

“I said, they fuck. I heard the two in the bedroom. They weren’t quiet, you know,” laughing, Jamison slammed the door behind her.

I stand there at a complete loss for words. Rubbing my hand up the back of my neck, I can feel every nerve ending pop all at once. “My fucking wife is fucking my maid?” I asked again, this time no one in the room but me. I looked down at my phone vibrating once again. Thomas waited 20 minutes this time.  

“She’s not here,” I growl. 

“Mr. St. Cloud, Thomas is being rushed to the hospital. He’s having a heart attack, and the paramedics are doing CPR. Please find his daughter. I don’t think he’s going to make it,” the woman cried. 

I stood there looking down at the screen of my phone, smiling for the first time today. Could this end up being the best day of my life? As it stands right now, if he dies, everything is mine, whether Haven returns or not. “This calls for a celebration. I need a drink, my dick sucked, and to sit back and collect everything owed to me,” I laugh, breathing easy for the first time in hours.

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