Chapter 60 Mr. Anthony
Max
Isa isn’t the kind of person to give any guy credit, especially not like that. So it shocked me when she straight-up called Mom’s boyfriend hot. And even though I don’t want to admit it… it made me curious. I wanted to see him for myself.
“That’s not what I was asking about,” I said, shaking my head a little. “I meant, clarify how he was acting, what about him made you feel he owned her.”
She laughed softly despite herself.
“Well… I just don’t know how to put it,” she said. “But he looked like the kind of guy who always has control over everything, and everyone.”
She paused, like she was replaying it in her head.
“There’s this aura about him you can’t ignore. It’s both intriguing and unsettling at the same time. You know… the kind that gives you goosebumps.”
Okay. I see. She’s basically describing an alpha kind of guy.
But why would Mom date someone like that? Is that her type now?
“Well, you see, Isa,” I said, shifting closer, “I came here to tell you, you shouldn’t cry over Mom and Dad anymore. I know this is all new and messed up, but Mom needs us right now.”
She nodded slowly and started playing with her fingers, twisting them on her lap.
“Yeah… I guess you’re right. But we also need Dad to explain his side.”
I gave her a slow smile.
I wonder how she’ll feel when she finds out we already tried, and Dad just talked trash and hung up.
But regardless, he still needs to explain his side. What caused his change? Why he’d go ahead and cheat on Mom? Honestly, everything that happened today has completely drained me both physically and mentally. I can only imagine how Isa must be feeling right now.
But now isn’t the time to lock ourselves in a room and cry.
This house is falling apart, and I can feel it, it’s only a matter of time before it ruins completely.
“So… you put up a pretty smile, okay?” I teased, trying to lighten it.
She chuckled a little.
“Thanks, Max. You’re always the strong one.”
She said it like praise, but I wish she could see inside me, see how I really feel about this whole mess.
Ian
I see Mrs. Blabbermouth has already run her mouth to the kids. Claire keeps surprising me with every passing day.
Just when I came back to Jane to satisfy my lust, they had to ruin it. Now I’m pissed beyond words.
I know Claire. She’ll try to turn the kids against me, feed them lies and hatred until they despise me too.
So why should I even bother? I already know they’ll end up taking her side anyway.
“Swallow it all down your throat,” I told Jane. “Don’t leave anything behind.”
She went deeper, gagging hard.
She finally popped it out of her mouth and gave me that sheepish little smile.
I can’t believe I completely forgot about Pattie. Guess when one leaves, another shows up. And I have to say, Jane exceeds Pattie. So I’m not complaining.
“I see your mood turned sour the second you dropped that call,” she said.
A frown immediately creased my face.
She reached out and gripped my cock, stroking hard and fast. I gritted my teeth.
“That’s none of your concern, whore,” I snapped, voice rough. “Do your duties.”
She took me back into her mouth. I threw my head back. I could feel it building, right on the edge. It felt so damn sweet. One more ruthless thrust and I came hard, grabbing her hair and holding her head in place.
“Drink it all up,” I rasped.
And she did.
Swallowing every last drop of me, I began breathing shakily.
I’ll have to have that talk with the children someday… but my mind isn’t at rest. Why would Claire tell the kids about our failed marriage? Does she have something up her sleeve? That thought alone gets me worried.
Claire can be a good wife and a good mother, I’ll give her that. But I’ll never forget the blood that runs through her veins: her father’s. She might look like she couldn’t hurt a fly, but you can never really be sure with people like that.
She never wanted the kids to know. She begged me not to let them notice. And now she’s the one who told them herself.
“Your mind isn’t right here today, Mr. Anthony,” Jane says.
Even that name Mr. Anthony, vexes me.
Imagine having to answer to my wife’s name just because her billionaire father demanded it. Since he had no son, he wanted his daughter to marry a man who would take their last name, so her children would carry it forward, keep the legacy and the business alive.
I’ve been nothing but a tool to produce heirs for him. Nothing more. And that’s the family I’m supposed to obey forever? Never. I wasted my youth on them. Now it’s time to live for myself.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” I asked Jane.
She smiled. “No, sir,” she said obediently.
“Then why did you speak?” My face twisted. Now I have control over things. Now I can do what I want, unleash everything I’ve been holding back.
I grabbed her face roughly. I wanted to handle her roughly, make her a complete mess. I bit down hard on my teeth.
“I’ll have to punish you,” I said, voice hardened, as I shoved her away and stood up tall.
After a rigorous hour of hardcore sex, I’m finally heading home, the one I had bought so Pattie and I could live together. I wonder if Jane would agree to move in with me.
I should’ve asked her, but the way I left her completely drained and wrecked… I doubt she could’ve given me a coherent answer right then.
Suddenly my phone rang. It was the bank manager.
What the hell does he want now?
I picked up, eyes still on the road.
“Sir Anthony,” he started.
My face twisted at the sound of that name again.
“I’m calling to inform you that Madam, your wife, has closed all access for you on any account under the family name.”
My eyes widened instantly.
“What nonsense did you just say?” I screamed into the phone, already scanning for a place to pull over.
“Repeat the bloody thing you just said,” I barked.
He repeated it word for word, flat and mechanical, like some automated response system.
My blood ran cold.
Claire wouldn’t dare. I’m still her husband, through and through.
No. This changes everything.
I have to change course. I’m heading straight to that godforsaken house. Today she will feel my wrath, the one I’ve been holding back for far too long.
Still seething, still gripping the wheel like I wanted to snap it, I heard a sharp knock on the car window.
I turned.
A policeman stood there, uniform crisp, face stern.
Mtcheww.
The day couldn’t possibly get any worse.