Hörny Boss

Chapter 32

JACKSON'S POV

I sat down quietly in my private jet as it flew to the Philippines. I had to take care of some business, and I could have told Vera but she's still angry with me.

What would she be doing at that moment? I wondered as I looked expectantly at my phone. Should I call her and find out? I also need to tell her that I am going on a business trip to the Philippines and it's gonna take two weeks before I come back.

If she should find out from Monica, I know that woman would do anything to frustrate Vera's life and she's good at cooking up lies as long as she gets what she wants.

I waited for three hours so I could settle in a hotel and think carefully about what to say to her before I picked up the hotel's telephone to call her. Since she's still angry with me, I know it would be hard for her to answer my calls.

And the contract between us ends in two days. I know she won't hesitate to leave and continue living her life, but I hope the money will help her with whatever she hoped to use the money for.

She didn't pick up the first time, so I redialed it and she took it on the third ring. I waited for her to speak first; she might not want to continue after hearing my voice, and I miss her. Hearing her voice might be all that I would need.

"Hello?" Her soft voice came in at last.

Her voice caressed my left cheek where I placed the phone. I hesitated to absorb her sweet voice before I disrupted it with my deep and hoarse voice.

"I miss you," I said, grasping the telephone.

I imagined her in my arms right then, and smiling at me as if she had never encountered any problem in her entire life. Was she thinking the same thing? Does she even miss him at all?

"Why would you call me with a different line?" Her question brought me back to reality.

"Figured you won't want to take my calls since…"

"Jack, what do you take me for? An idiot? You know, it's not your fault, it's mine for accepting to fûck a manwhore like you! It's okay; your wife and her friends already helped me pack my stuff, transfer the money to me, and don't ever call me again!" She said in a final tone.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand, what did I do wrong again? What did Monica tell you, Vera?" I almost bursted out of anger.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'm tired of pretending to enjoy being devoured and I'm happy you decided to end it this way. I'm waiting for my payment, and I still think it's wise if you don't call me or cross my path again. Bye!"

She ended the call just like that! I rushed over to the bed where I left my phone to call Monica and find out what was going on. There's no way Vera would be saying those things if Monica hadn't spoiled her mind. Only God knows what she told her!

If I heard Vera right, then Monica and her friends are probably partying in my mansion, and they purposefully said something cruel to her, and she must despise me now for nothing.

Why would she believe them in the first place? Haven't I made myself transparent enough for her to see that I'm being honest with her?!

Oh, fuck it! Women are so unbelievable and Monica knows how to get someone on the edge of breaking down. When will Vera learn to trust me?

Well then, it's better that way. She should leave when I'm not around. I won't appreciate watching my son in a bad mood, and I try to control myself while she leaves.

"Believe whatever you want, Vera! Damn!!" I slammed my phone on the bed and walked out of the hotel room.

I went to my first meeting with a heavy and unforgiving heart. I hated myself for making her my sèx slàve when I knew that she deserved more.

Everything that was discussed in the meeting room didn't cross my ears at all. My body was seated on the chair, but my soul left my body.

One of my hotel's managers and staff members, who noticed that my head was absent from the room, asked me what was wrong when the meeting was over; he said I stared at space and didn't acknowledge anyone or anything being said.

Knowing that he was right, I simply told him to mind his business, do his job well, get paid, and stop questioning his boss. I was simply lost.

When I finally got a chance to enter my room, I went straight to where I had thrown my phone and sent her a message to forward her account details for her money.

She didn't hesitate to do it as if she was waiting for me to call it off as soon as possible. I sent her the money, threw my phone away again brought out bottles of alcoholic beverages, and got wasted.

The remaining days went on before my eyes without my knowledge. I did worse in the other meetings and engaged more in alcohol just to forget about her beautiful image that always sips into my head and the pain of my inner desires.

When the last day came and passed, I called my doctor first to confirm that he was back in town and he had good news for me.

I went straight to the hospital to meet the doctor first. I told him about how I craved a woman irresistibly and the fact that it was driving me nuts because she left.

"If you got addicted to her, it would be hard for you to calm yourself down like before even with the help of the medicine or any other woman. You can never be satisfied with those things, I think you should get her back," the doctor advised.

"I didn't tell you because I still…want her, I mean, she is just like every other woman. Is there no other way I can get out of this mess? I'm sick and tired of living like this!" I told him.

"You will need her to help you. Do you know why? It's because she can make you partially dominant and submissive. A mere look at her can make you suppress your sexual desires just to make her happy when necessary. She can be the best medicine you would ever need," the doctor explained.

I was at a loss for words because I remember that she was able to make me fûck her slowly. She commanded me and I obeyed her. I hate seeing her hurt and that made me want to change…