It was a Tuesday afternoon when I decided to visit my father-in-law. Three years ago, I married my wife and enjoyed every moment. I lived a great life, but what made it so special and memorable was truly because of her and, by extension, her family. Wealth was in abundance due to her family name and my career in the field of information technology but still, what made it worth the intense work and bullshit of the day was my "family". Pulling into the Baxter residence and seeing the shrubbery that outlined the road leading up to the driveway of the house, I thought about what needed to be done and how I would do it. I knew nothing would be easy, but it had to start with Chris, my father-in-law. I parked my car in the parking area next to the house and walked up to the front door. The house was a white Antebellum-era style that had giant white pillars and a garden that decorated the massive yard. The greens, yellows, purples, and pinks of the plant life gave the house a homey vibe with a pop of color. Otherwise, it would have looked like a typical slave plantation, which I could understand why slight alterations were needed. Despite the Baxters being loaded, there wasn't any staff who tended to the estate. At the very least, there was a contract with a local landscape company to upkeep the appearance of the house, but everything else fell on the family to do. I was always told the reason why servants and home caretakers were never hired was to keep the family private, but it is impressive for a home that size to be in pristine condition, even though, when I come around, leisure activities would constantly be on the agenda for the day.
*Knock Knock Knock
It took a minute, but I was glad to see the familiar face. Chris Baxter opened the door and looked at me, confused.
"Evan. I didn't know you were coming today. Come on in. I was just on the field. Join me."
Christopher Baxter donned his golfing attire, which he received from his country club. From head to toe, he looked ready to participate in the Masters Golf tournament. He had the hat and the slight tan to confirm that he had recently come inside from hours of golfing.
"I can't today. Where is everyone?"
"Tyler, Jeff, and Henry left on a trip to Vegas while Sandy is having brunch at Cora's. It's only me here."
"Perfect. I wanted to speak with you alone anyway."
It was sheer luck that his sons and wife were out, but even if they weren't, it didn't matter. I couldn't wait any longer than I had already. Chris was a tall guy with a well-balanced physique. Face value, he looked to be in his 40s, but was almost halfway in his 50s. Now and then, you would occasionally see wrinkles. A side effect of him getting older and when he would cock his eyebrow like how he is now.
"Follow me."
Chris led me through the house to his study, which was located on the second floor of a three-story house. For 30 years, he was a lawyer who specialized in business law and patents, which made him a great resource when I built my company's assets and protected our intellectual property. Formerly, his office would have paperwork stacked to the ceiling, but now it was more fitting to call it a man cave. He still had his desk, but it was located in the corner while the bulk of the room had a mounted TV, surround sound system, posters of various sports teams, and a minibar. There was a sectional couch that felt roomy enough to be a bed and wide enough to fit 10 grown men. I sat down and he offered me a drink, but I declined. I had business to attend to afterward and needed to stay level-headed. Chris went to the bar and made himself an old-fashioned.
"So Evan, what did you want to discuss?"
'And so it begins.' I smiled subtly at my father-in-law and didn't waste any time getting to the point.
"I know Chris."
The moment my words registered with him, he gave me a firmer look, but he was on the edge, trying to figure out what was being referred to. It was a common tactic amongst lawyers to not say much and allow others to overindulge in information sharing. I didn't care about his closed shell and methodical intellect. What I had rendered his tools useless.
"Care to share more?"
"Yeah. I do. I know you fucked Cassie."
Chris gave the biggest laugh I have ever seen. How fake it was to deny the truth. Lawyers can lie, but cloud data does not. A week ago, while sitting at home in my office, I accessed my computer and was bombarded with notifications. It has been a while since I booted up my 9th-generation desktop model and saw the message board of tabs dated back to 3 months. It took about 30 minutes for the system to catch up, which included the house's security cam backups. I clicked on the app to make sure things were running smoothly when I made an unwanted discovery. I stumbled upon a backlog video that was broadcast from the master bedroom earlier in the day.
*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
"YESSS! Fuck this pussy good."
The smacking of skin and the sounds of a raw fuckfest boomed throughout my home office.
"WHAT IN THE ENTIRE FUCK?!?!"
My skin felt hot as I became enraged with anger. Hands shook witnessing dick pound into pussy and hearing intense moans. The scene sparked a domino effect that eventually led me to this moment. I watch my father-in-law die down from his laughter. Seven days ago, my ways of diplomacy would have ended with a bullet in someone's skull, but with time, I thought about the bigger picture. Delayed gratification would account for the time to plan and execute, but when done right, it would be immensely satisfying. That was the ultimate motivator of my goals.
"Laugh all you want, Chris. It's not my intention to prove the truth. I am here to offer a way out of this mess."
"I'm going to stop you right there, Evan. You are out of your league on this one. How dare you come to my house, look me in my eye, and accuse me of such absurdity?"
"Hm, I would suggest you shut the fuck up and listen to what I have to say, Chris."
Men like Chris took pride in being respected. It was a currency in itself, and when you grow up being privileged, it gets ingrained that it is to be expected of others to hold you in high regard. When others go against that logic, the delusions of privilege are blinding. Chris rose from the couch and stared down at me.
"Or what!"
I matched his energy and stood face to face.
"Or I will make copies of the video I have and send them to your wife, friends, and former colleagues. I'm sure they would be happy to see how depraved the Great Christopher Baxter can be."
Chris's glare was cold, but I knew he scanned my body language for any signs that I could be bluffing. I wanted him to test me, but his instincts were too sharp. I knew I won the battle when his head tilted down and he stepped back a bit to give space.
"Now, here's the deal. I think it's only fair I do what was done unto me."
It is hard to describe the sheer horror plastered on his face but seeing a masculine man who was known for his poker face and manipulative ways around a courtroom made my 7-inch dick jump with excitement.
"No! You will not. I won't let you!"
"You will. If you deny me, you'll be forcing my hand. I know you don't want that."
"You aren't fucking her and that's final. Now get the HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Chris did not understand how powerless he was at this moment, but it was up to me to show him that. As a son of a working man who eventually grew up to have a well-established empire of my own to claim, I often wondered what truly made boys turn into men. My father, years ago, told me his belief on the matter, and I feel his words hold so much weight now. 'A boy has no compass and lacks direction. A man has his conviction to steer where he goes. Your power is what you are willing to accept and not take what others give.' I refuse anything less than what I came for, and my father-in-law will understand that soon enough.
"Either I fuck your wife or I tell her how you were balls deep in mine. Send her ALL the times you met with "clients" but snuck away to my home to fuck her daughter. YOUR DAUGHTER!"
Perspiration gathered at the top of Chris's scalp. It had been minutes since he took the visor off, but he felt the heat. This entire time, we danced around the elephant in the room. It is noticeable to see the fear build up in Chris. It felt like when I blatantly mentioned his affair was with his child, it became real. Or maybe it was because I mentioned my knowledge of continued offenses.
"Look, you have your grievances, but leave Sandy out of it."
