“Holy shit!”
The naked man and woman on the bed jumped in fright, screaming as they grabbed the comforter and yanked it over themselves.
It had only been a split second, but Jason had already gotten a very clear look at the scene.
The woman had snow-white skin and a voluptuous figure, with full, sensual lips that practically begged to be kissed.
She was Annie, Wesley’s wife.
As for the man…
Brown hair, green eyes, a muscular build, and a black mamba tattoo winding around his arm.
He most definitely wasn’t the bespectacled, refined-looking James Wesley.
Jason’s brain seemed to short-circuit.
He stood there completely dumbfounded.
“Jason! What are you doing here?!” Annie clutched the comforter to herself and stared at him.
“…”
Jason didn’t feel like answering.
His emotions were a little complicated right now.
He’d broken into Wesley’s house expecting to secretly overhear something useful.
Somehow, that had turned into walking in on an affair.
This shit is way too exciting.
“Jason, I think you’ve misunderstood. He’s…”
Annie tried desperately to explain, but even after racking her brain, she couldn’t come up with anything remotely convincing.
Of course she couldn’t.
They were naked in bed together.
What the hell was there to explain?
Everyone here was an adult.
Unless someone was blind, one glance was enough to understand exactly what had happened.
“Haaa…” Jason let out a long sigh, helplessness filling his eyes.
“Whether this is a misunderstanding or not, we should probably let Wesley come see for himself. We’ve been brothers for years. I can’t just let some guy cuckold him while he stays completely in the dark.”
“Jason, you can’t do that!”
Annie immediately panicked.
Still clutching the comforter, she crawled on her knees toward the foot of the bed.
“I still love Wesley. I don’t want to lose him. I swear this was the last time. Please, Jason. Keep this a secret for me.”
“Shut up, bitch! You don’t want to lose the house and your cushy status, that’s what you don’t want to lose.”
Her words made Jason feel sick.
“Fine. I won’t say any more.” Annie took a breath.
“Jason, let’s make a deal. If you let this go, I’ll give you money. A lot of money.”
Jason pointed his pistol at her.
“That’s not your money. It’s Wesley’s.”
His voice hardened.
“Now call Wesley. Immediately.”
“No. I won’t.” Annie’s eyes reddened, but she stubbornly shook her head.
“If you’ve got the guts, then shoot me.”
“Fine. You won’t call him? I will.” Jason pulled out his phone.
At that moment, the muscular man on the bed quietly slipped a hand beneath the pillow.
His fingers closed around the cold grip of an M1911 pistol.
Jason happened to be looking down at his phone.
Bang!
A gunshot cracked through the bedroom.
A 10mm round punched straight through the man’s hand just as his fingers closed around the pistol.
The snow-white comforter was instantly stained red.
“AAAGH!” The man clutched the bleeding wound, screaming from the sudden agony.
Bang!
Jason fired again.
The bullet struck the mattress directly beside the man’s head.
His screaming stopped instantly.
“Shh.” Jason looked at him coldly.
“Keep it down. Can’t you see I’m making a phone call?”
Under Annie’s murderous glare, Jason pressed the call button.
Several seconds later…
“Hello?”
“Hey. It’s me.”
“Who?”
“Come on. You don’t even recognize my voice anymore?”
“Shit! Jason!”
“Heh… got it in one.” Jason chuckled.
“Now guess where I’m calling you from.”
“…”
“Congratulations. You got that one right too.” Jason grinned.
“You’re still at the office, right? You’ve got fifteen minutes to get home. I prepared a present for you.”
With that, Jason hung up.
He looked at the two people on the bed.
“All right. Sit tight. Wesley will be here soon.”
“Jason!” Annie suddenly released the comforter.
It slid away from her body.
Jason made absolutely no attempt to avert his gaze.
“What?” Annie stepped barefoot off the bed and slowly walked toward him.
“Let me go.” Her voice softened.
“I’ll be your mistress. I’ll take very good care of you.”
As she spoke, Annie gave him a seductive smile and deliberately showed off her body.
“When we first met, you already wanted to sleep with me, didn’t you? You thought you hid it well, but I knew.”
Expressionless, Jason pressed the muzzle of his pistol against her forehead.
“I think you’ve misunderstood something.”
“Have I?” Annie looked at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Then what about that saying everyone in New York’s underworld knows?”
She smiled.
“‘Jason has a thing for married women.’ Is that a misunderstanding too?”
Jason hurriedly took his finger off the trigger, suppressing the sudden urge to pull it.
Annie gave him another sultry look.
“A man broke into my bedroom tonight and tried to rape me. Fortunately, you happened to find him and shot him through the hand.”
Jason smiled.
His finger returned to the trigger.
Click.
The faint sound made Annie flinch and hastily retreat several steps.
“Annie, the rumors are right. I really am a professional Cuckold Maker.”
Jason paused.
“But do you know why?”
He answered his own question.
“Because food in someone else’s mouth always looks more tempting.”
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Annie didn’t quite understand.
She brushed her long hair back and asked softly, “I’m Wesley’s wife. Don’t you want to take me from him too?”
“That’s exactly where you’ve misunderstood me.”
Jason looked her up and down.
“I’m a raider, not a scavenger.”
His lips curled.
“I don’t pick up trash.”
Being called trash instantly sent Annie into a furious rage.
“FUCK YOU!”
Jason didn’t get angry.
He simply pointed the gun at her.
“Get back on the bed. Until Wesley gets here, I don’t particularly want to hurt you.”
His eyes narrowed.
“But don’t push me.”
Annie glared at him before returning to the bed and covering herself with the comforter again.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Jason grinned.
“I might not eat out of the trash, but there’s no harm in looking.”
“Hmph!” Fuming, Annie kicked the comforter away.
Jason chuckled.
“Now that’s more like it. And don’t be so pessimistic. Wesley’s a pretty decent guy. Maybe he’ll forgive you.”
Annie’s face darkened as she raised her middle finger.
Seven or eight minutes later, the sound of an engine approached from the distance.
Jason walked over to the master bedroom window and looked outside.
A black Audi was speeding down the road toward the house.
Screech!
With a piercing squeal of brakes, the Audi came to a stop on the lawn in front of the villa.
Wesley stepped out wearing an expensive black suit.
He glanced at the security camera Jason had shot out, his expression turning grim, then pulled out his key and entered the house.
“Jason! I came alone. I didn’t tell anyone in the organization.”
Wesley raised his voice from downstairs.
“Whatever happens, don’t hurt Annie.”
“Like you’d dare bring anyone. Come upstairs.”
Wesley raised both hands above his head and slowly climbed to the second floor.
Jason stood outside the master bedroom with his pistol in hand, leaning casually against the wall with an utterly sincere smile on his face.
Wesley opened his mouth to speak.
Then he saw Annie sitting naked on the bed, her eyes wet with tears.
Thinking of Jason’s infamous reputation in New York’s underworld, all the strength seemed to drain from Wesley’s body at once.
He remained frozen for several seconds before finally snapping back to reality.
His breathing became ragged.
Veins bulged violently across his forehead, and his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.
“JASON, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Wesley roared.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!”
Jason hurriedly waved his hands, looking completely innocent.
“Wesley, I didn’t do anything!”
He pointed into the bedroom.
“You should be asking the guy in there.”
Jason gave him a sympathetic look.
“Because he did everything.”
“Guy?” Wesley stepped forward.
Only then did he finally see the muscular man sprawled across the bed, unconscious from blood loss.