Page 34 of All of My Life

“You’re…you, uhm…dropped her off the other night, correct?” she asked, her hands gripping each other in front of her.

I nodded slowly this time. “That’s correct.”

“Well…uhm…” She straightened to her full height, which wasn’t much. “Well, Jett isn’t home at the moment,” she said. “She…she’s very busy after school, so…uhm, she doesn’t get home until late.” Then she quickly remembered that I had dropped Jett off the other night. “As you…as you probably already know…if…if you’re friends and…all.”

“Yeah…but…I think her phone died, so I thought she might be home,” I replied, the excuse a lame one, but since I had no idea what was going on with Jett’s mother, the less said, the better.

“Uhm, she’s not here,” she repeated. “You might want to try the city library. She spends a lot of time there.”

I wanted to grab the woman by her neck and berate her for not knowing where her child was, but that wouldn’t get me anywhere. As Mrs. Morgan made no effort to try to help me locate her daughter, I wondered what else might be going on. Most parents would be ecstatic that I was knocking on their door for their daughter, but not Mrs. Morgan. She looked like she wished that I didn’t exist, and all that did was make me more determined to find Jett and demand that she tell me what the fuck was going on.

However, before I could demand anything of the woman standing in front of me, the sound of a car pulling up caught my attention. I turned my head to see a black Audi RS6 taking its position in the driveway of the detached garage. Since Jett didn’t have a car, I could only guess that the driver was Mr. Morgan, making me wonder if his wife had called him when I had knocked earlier or if timing really was everything. While I wasn’t a huge conspiracy theorist, I did believe that intuition was real, and mine was telling me that something was going on with the Morgans.

As soon as Thomas Morgan approached us, he slapped on his politician smile, already soliciting my vote. “Mr. Carver, what a surprise to see you here,” he said in lieu of a greeting.

I gave him a tight nod, not reaching out to shake his hand since he hadn’t bothered to make the effort himself. That, in of itself, told me that he wasn’t happy to find me here. Oh, he might be flashing me those perfect veneers of his, but that was a practiced move that had helped get him elected as a councilman for the city of Carver. Thomas Morgan knew how to smile in the face of his enemies, and since I was here for his daughter, he might very well see me on that side of the camp.

“Mr. Morgan,” I replied simply.

“Uhm…Chasin’s looking for Jett,” his wife informed him. “Apparently, her phone is dead…or, uhm, off. We’re not sure.”

Mr. Morgan’s hazel eyes slid his wife’s way. “Did you try calling her?”

“Uhm, no,” she admitted. “We…I hadn’t gotten that far.”

Turning back to face me, he plastered that fake smile back on his face. “I’m sure Jett’s just at the city library like she always is,” he said. “Jett’s a good girl, so I can’t imagine that she’s wondered off.”

This was the universal problem between fathers and husbands. While Mr. Morgan was referring to his daughter as a good girl, I knew a different side to her that would make her father murder me where I stood if he knew. There were two different versions of a good girl, and when Jett was being my good girl, she was cumming all over my cock or letting me eat her pussy. Fathers knew this when they handed their daughters over to their husbands, and it was the worst kind of defeat for them.

People wondered why women stayed with men that treated them like shit, and it was the same reason that men gave up everything for women that used them. Great sex was more powerful than love, and all you had to do was count the unfaithful spouses on the planet to know that. If wives would just let their husbands cum on their faces, it’d change the game everywhere.

Trusting my instincts, I said, “I’ll check the city library, then.”

Thomas Morgan’s smile tightened. “And how, exactly, are you friends with Jett?”

“From school,” I lied.

“I’m just curious because she hasn’t mentioned anything about you two being friends,” he said, not surprising me, if that’s what he thought he was doing.

“I gave her a ride home the other night,” I told him. “We’re kind of friends now.”

He arched a brow as he straightened his back. “From a simple ride home?”

“Your daughter’s a very interesting person, Mr. Morgan,” I replied. “She’s worth getting to know.”

“While I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Carver, I’d hate to see my daughter’s priorities become…derailed by undue influences.”

“So would I,” I fired back.

After a few seconds of a tense standoff, Mrs. Morgan finally spoke up again. “If you find her at the library, please have her call us.”

I looked over at her, and it was clear to see that Mr. Morgan ruled the roost. “Of course.” Looking between the two, I added, “It was good to meet you both.”

“Mr. Carver, before you go…”

“Yes, Mr. Morgan?” It was hard to remain respectful when my instincts were screaming at me that something was wrong. Nevertheless, at the end of the day, these people were Jett’s parents, and I had every intention of making them my in-laws one day.

“Jett really needs to concentrate on her studies,” he said, telling me to stay away from his daughter without actually saying the words. “Her future is very important to her, so you might want to consider being friends with someone else.”

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