Becoming His Assassin

8 - Find Her

Luke

    “What do you mean by you lost her,” I yelled into the phone, completely outraged.

    I was up all night waiting for my disobedient wife to bring her ass home, but she never walked through the front door.  After not getting a wink of sleep, I left my mansion and had my driver take me to the office.

    One I was there, I spent the first half of the day on the phone, trying to locate Audrey.  It wasn’t like her to not come home.  She knew the consequences of doing something foolish, so I couldn’t imagine her purposely avoiding me.

    By the time afternoon rolled around, I was beside myself.  Suddenly, an ingenious idea popped into my head.  Right away, I pulled my cell phone out and tried using it to find Audrey’s location.

    It took longer than I expected for it to pick up on her phone’s signal, but once it did, I sprinted out of my office and flagged down the first taxi I spotted.  After mumbling the address to the driver, I kept my eyes glued to my phone’s screen, making sure she didn’t start moving again.

    After close to forty minutes, the driver stopped in front of a little bar.  Without hesitation, I insisted that he wait there, then I hopped out of the car and ran into the building.

    As I glanced around, I spotted a young guy behind the counter and immediately made my way over to him.  He was quick to give me a nice greeting and ask what I wanted to drink, but I declined the drink and asked if he had seen my wife, while showing him a picture I had stored on my cell phone.

    Recognition flashed in his eyes before he sheepishly mumbled, “I take it, you are Luke?”

    Puzzled by the guy knowing my name, I eyed him suspiciously and responded, “Yes, I am.  Now, tell me where the f**k my wife is or I will call the cops.”

    His eyes went wide with worry, then he bent down and pulled a small box out from under the counter.  As he set the box down in front of me, he anxiously informed me, “Your wife was here last night.  She was pretty lit, slamming the shots of tequila, then she went crazy on the phone while screaming profanities at somebody named Luke.  When you came looking for her, I assumed you’re Luke.”

    “What do you mean by she was screaming profanities at me?” I curiously inquired.

    While flashing a knowing smirk in my direction, the bartender smugly answered, “I do not care to repeat her exact words, but she was clearly pissed about you being a cheating piece of s**t!  I don’t know what makes men turn to other women when they already have a drop dead gorgeous woman waiting for them at home.  You’re a f*****g idiot.” 

    Enraged by his complete lack of respect, I drew back and punched the guy in his face, sending him stumbling backward.  After grabbing the smashed pieces of Audrey’s cell phone, I stalked out of that run down bar and back to the cab, then I gave him the address for my office, where he picked me up. 

    On the ride back, I called one of the few people that I could trust with anything.  My best friend, Stephen.  

    As soon as he heard what was going on, he volunteered to put his men on it.  I was at my wits end and too exhausted to keep searching, so I took him up on his offer.  If anybody could find that b***h wife of mine, it was Stephen.

    I was in serious need of a release of some kind, so I called Alyssa into my office.  The second she stepped inside, Alyssa cautiously asked, “Is everything okay, sir?  You seem especially tense today.”

    While using my finger to gesture for her to come closer, I flashed a smirk her way and responded, “It’s been a frustrating day, but I’m hoping you can make the day a little better.”

    The most seductive smile I had ever seen formed on Alyssa’s face, as she walked toward me, while swaying her hips in the most provocative way.  When she reached me, Alyssa dropped to her knees and took it upon herself to unfasten the button and zipper on my beige slacks.

    As soon as my raging boner sprang free from the confines of those pants, Alyssa took my length into her mouth and made me forget all about my missing wife.  She licked and sucked until I felt my balls tighten, then I shot my c*m into her mouth, while fisting her hair to keep her from moving.

    Like a good little minx, she swallowed every last bit of it, then Alyssa straddled my lap and gave me a mind-blowing ride.  By the time we were finished, my balls felt empty from the three orgasms she gave me, and I was ready to crash.

    Not bothering to put my slacks back on, I walked over to the loveseat.  Since I had hold of Alyssa’s soft hand, she had no choice but to walk with me.  After plopping down on the loveseat and lying back, I pulled Alyssa on top of me and snuggled my face into her neck.

    She wasn’t Audrey, but she was the next best thing.  If I couldn’t have Audrey sleeping with me, Alyssa would be the best replacement for that b***h.  At least Alyssa never questioned me on anything, and she always did whatever I told her to do.  

    I fell asleep with Alyssa on top of me, but I didn’t get to sleep for long.  I was awakened a short time later when my cell phone started ringing.

    Hoping to hear something about my wife, I jumped up from the loveseat, causing Alyssa to hit the floor with a loud thud.  I could hear her whining behind me, but I was too focused on who was calling to care.

    Pleased to see that it was Stephen, I quickly answered the phone and greeted, “Good evening!  Please give me some good news!”

    “We spotted your wife and followed her to a warehouse on the outskirts of town, but she wasn’t alone.  There was a red-haired guy riding in the car with her, and she was following a different guy.  How do you want us to proceed?” he quickly explained.

    “How far away are you from my office?” I immediately asked.

    “At least an hour,” Stephen nonchalantly answered.

    “Damn it!  By the time I get there, she will be gone!  Don’t let her out of your sight!  When she leaves, follow her and call me right away!” I adamantly insisted before ending the call and sighing with frustration.

    After thirty minutes of me waiting with my phone in hand, it started ringing again.  Instantly, I accepted the call and asked, “Where is she?”

    A second later, I was disappointed to hear Stephen say, “I’m sorry, bro, but we lost her.  She apparently sold her car, and I have no clue where she went.  We’re gonna backtrack and see if we can spot her or the SUV that other guy was driving.”

    “You have got to be kidding me!  I am going to ring her tiny neck when I get my hands on her!  I don’t care what it takes… find my wife and bring that b***h to me,” I angrily demanded before ending the call and slamming my phone on the desk.

    Alyssa suddenly ran the palm of her hand up my arm and sweetly murmured, “Don’t worry, sir.  I’ll make you forget all about it again.”

    Liking the idea of burying my length inside of her again, I pulled her in front of me and bent the little minx over my desk, then I let all of my frustrations out on that tight, little peach of hers.