One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

Jeffery Axford hated unnecessary phone calls, especially when all he wanted was to be alone in his office, and settle into his luxurious chair, while scrolling through his contact list and searching for the perfect whore to suck him off.

But this call was from someone different, someone he had sent on an assignment. He frowned as he swiped the answer icon up the screen, and pressed the phone’s speaker on his right ear.

The bastard was several days late.

“Finally, you called. I have been trying to reach you for several fucking days! Tell me, you don’t need the money again, do you? Because if you did, you sure as hell wouldn’t have kept me fucking waiting like an idiot.”

He stopped speaking to catch his breath, his frown grew even deeper.

” You’ve wasted this much time without giving me anything, so you had better have goodnews for me, or I’ll find you and fucking end you.” Jeffery spat out, boiling with rage.

His annoyance had taken a quick turn for the worse, and Jeffery was ready to find the bastard – wherever he would be – and give him a fucking piece of his mind.

There was a short pause at the end of the line, the only sound Jeffery could hear was the sound of his own ragged breathing.

Soon, the man spoke up.

“My apologies for the delay, but I had to take my time to track her, and gather as much facts as I could. I have waited for days to get full information on her, and I believe I have found something, or things, that might interested you.”

Jeffery narrowed his eyes on the miniature globe that rested on his table, and frowned.

“Out with it, then.” His grip on the phone tightened, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

Mackenzie had haunted his dreams and his every thought since he found out she was back. He had to make sure he knew everything about her. Why she was back, what she was doing in Greenville, every fucking thing.

“Firstly, she works in the headquarters of Axford Hotels. I have watched her come in at day, and leave at night. She has two friends who live with her, and two kids. I had to carry out another investigation to determine who the child belonged to.”

Two kids?

Jeffery could already feel himself drooling.

He now knew that she worked at the same place Chase did.

Chase.

Jeffery could taste bile at the tip of his tongue.

The fucking bastard.

“Yes, and?”

“I did mail the rest of the document to your home address. I was actually calling to ensure you had received it.”

“What the fuck?!” Jeffery banged his free fist on his table, and sprang up from his seat. Even in the air-conditioned office, his back and neck were dripping with sweat.

The mention of the name, Mackenzie, was more than enough to do that to him.

“You sent it to my home address?! Why the fuck would you do that? When I gave you the job, did I mail an employment letter to your fucking home address?! I need that file, and I need it right now!” He stopped screaming, and began to leave around the office.

His hands and feet shook violently as he walked. He was burning with so much irritation and sheer anticipation, he thought he would explode.

The man didn’t say anything for a few seconds, until Jeffery spoke again.

He tried to suck in a deep breath, but it did nothing to make him feel better.

“Look, okay? I would pay you double the amount I promised. I just…I just need you to tell me something now. I might not be returning home tonight, so I need a scoop…”

“Look, I…”

“Just a fucking scoop!” He cut in, screaming at the top of his already strained lungs.

The man at the other end of the line heaved a sigh.

“Very well then. She works at the Axford Hotel headquarters. She comes in by day, and a Tesla drives her back home at night. And the children are hers.”

The children are hers.

Four words, one sentence, yet it was powerful enough to send Jeffery staggering backwards, until he fell into his seat.

“What…what did you just fucking say to me?”

“She works at…”

“No! About the kids!” He snapped back.

“The children are hers. Twins, a boy and a girl, about four years old.”

Jeffery’s eyes widened, so much that he could feel them threaten to shoot out of his sockets.

He ended the call immediately and threw his phone on the table. He reclined into the leather seat, and continued to gape at the miniature globe.

Twins…four years old…

She must have been pregnant before their marriage was officially over! Before she left for North Dakota!

He rose from his seat and resumed his pacing about the room.

It was finally making sense – or not, Jeffery thought to himself. He could recall the time he had met Mackenzie at the bar.

That was why she had ran from him, because she was keeping a secret!

She was pregnant with his babies!Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Confused, he picked up his phone and his car key, and decided to head to a bar for some drinks.

He needed to think, and alcohol often made his thought process clearer.

He got to the bar and ordered five tequila shots to start. He was on the second round of five when he felt his phone vibrate on the top of the table.

His gaze drifted from the empty glass in front of him, to his phone screen.

Mum.

He rolled his eyes and declined the call. He quickly picked up another shot of tequila and gulped it.

The vibration started again.

This time, he let out a loud groan as he picked up the phone. He answered the call and pressed the speaker to his right ear.

“What the hell, mum? Can’t a man get a have sometime to himself for just a fucking day?” He spat out, groggy from the alcohol in his system.

He could not see her, but he could tell Eleanor Axford was frowning at her phone. He knew her far too well.

“Watch your tone with me, young man. And you better drag your lazy ass back home if you know you love yourself. The type of opportunity that presents itself just once in a lifetime has fallen right into our laps, and you would never have an opportunity like this if you let this one pass you by, because I would singlehandedly end you.”

He danced in his stool, while rubbing his forehead with his right thumb and little finger.

While Jeffery knew his mother could fuss about literally anything that had to do with him, something about this time felt different, more urgent.

“What are you talking about, mother? I really have pressing issues to deal with, and…”

“Pressing issues? Boy, did I hear you say pressing issues? What issue can possibly be more pressing that the president of the United States coming to lodge in Axford Hotels?!”

Jeffery’s eyes widened immediately. It seemed like the effects of the alcohol had weared off in that instant.

“Listen, son. Your father is in the hospital, and Chase is on his one week hiatus for his dead mother, God bless her unfortunate soul. You can step up and be the man you ought to be! The one who welcomes the president! After all, you are older than Chase, a recognized Axford! The face of Axford in this very important occassion. After the president, we can meet with the shareholders.”

Jeffery listened to his mother make all these interesting plans that would have caused his mouth to water on every normal day, but not today.

Today, there was something else on his mind, and he would be damned if he didn’t let it out.

“I’m a father, mother! Mackenzie has my kids, twins! And she hid them away from me for four fucking years, mother!”

“What?”

Jeffery heaved a sigh and gulped another shot.

“I hired a private investigator to follow her around. He got the report and brought it back to me. She’s been working with Chase, and she’s been hiding this, mother. All this fucking time!” He banged his fist on the table, and the glasses shook.

The bartender sent him a cautious look, but he only eyed the man with the fury in his eyes.

“She has twins, mother. She probably got pregnant before she left for North Dakota.”

“Now calm down, son. The children could be for anyone. Mackenzie is a whore, you know that…”

That was his last straw.

“She is not a whore, mother! For fuck’s sake, I was…I was her fucking first. She has my kids and we would have still been together if it wasn’t for you!”

“Excuse me?”

Jeffery was not willing to hear her speak.

“You were the one who made me divorce her. You tricked me, mother. You fucking tricked me.” His jaw hardened, teeth grinded against themselves.

“I should never have listened to you.”

There was a short pause from his mother’s side before she continued.

“I know you’re drunk, even if – for the life of me – I cannot understand why you would be drunk at such an early hour of the day! Do you know how many parking tickets I have had to pay for you, all because of your drunk and reckless driving?! Don’t get me angry, young man, and stay right where you are. I’ll send a driver to pick you up.”

Jeffery hissed and rolled his eyes.

“How do you know where I am?”

“That’s none of your business. Just stay put.” The call ended immediately, and Jeffery slipped his phone into his pocket.

His face dissolved into a frown as he stared at his empty glass.

“I’m coming for you, Mackenzie. I’m getting you back, even if I have to burn the world for you.”