Revenge Times Ten

By H.T. Miles

Jackson Polland, an advertising marvel of the Deep South, was only a few blocks from his house when he realized he had forgotten his briefcase. The man made a U-turn at the first intersection he came to in his Tesla Roadster and noted he had only gone three blocks, thankfully.

Maybe, he thought he would not be late for his first and only out-of-the-office meeting scheduled today, this week or this month for that matter. The man knew he was the talent; normally people came to him. That was how strong his reputation was and of course how expensive and how in demand as a top-notch professional in the advertising industry he was.

Returning home unexpectedly, he discovers his wife has been having an affair and tried to poison him several months before. Filled with rage, he decides the best course of action is to bide his time and play his wife a lesson she will not forget in a hurry.

Sometimes, Revenge Times Ten can be the sweetest payback in the world.

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/F, M/F/F, F/F, Adultery and Revenge. 72,300 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Nov 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463536544

H.T. Miles

I am a widower that would write short stories and poetry to the love of my life. As a lover of romance novels and erotic fiction, I have simply taken the free time I now have, after taking care of my late wife, to write about certain events that I became aware of over the course of our marriage. The events of my books never happened to us, but they did happen to friends and neighbors. I have of course, changed the names of the people involved, and added a little here, and a little there, to give the stories a better “bite” if you will. The only way I have found to silence the “voices in my head” is to put these events down on “paper.”

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REVENGE TIMES TEN

H.T. MILES

Jackson Polland, an advertising marvel of the Deep South, was only a few blocks from his house when he realized he had forgotten his briefcase. The man made a U-turn at the first intersection he came to in his Tesla Roadster and noted he had only gone three blocks, thankfully.

Maybe, he thought he would not be late for his first and only out-of-the-office meeting scheduled today, this week or this month for that matter. The man knew he was the talent; normally people came to him. That was how strong his reputation was and of course how expensive and how in demand as a top-notch professional in the advertising industry he was.

Returning home unexpectedly, he discovers his wife has been having an affair and tried to poison him several months before. Filled with rage, he decides the best course of action is to bide his time and play his wife a lesson she will not forget in a hurry.

Sometimes, Revenge Times Ten can be the sweetest payback in the world.

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/F, M/F/F, F/F, Adultery and Revenge. 72,300 words.

REVENGE TIMES TEN

H.T. MILES

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REVENGE TIMES TEN

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DEDICATION

I live close to the great city of New Orleans Louisiana USA. I know the greater metropolitan area of New Orleans well. I have traveled the world and visited many cities, but this city is by far my favorite international city. While it has its problems, the people make it special. As a man and a father, I would like to thank my children for being my ballast, as a sailor would say. In the dedication of my first published book, I thanked the professionals at Luminosity Publishing for taking a chance on a new author. They continue to surpass my expectations. The professionals there continue to be a joy to work with and I hope we have a long relationship.

CHAPTER ONE

The Conversation

Jackson Polland, an advertising marvel of the Deep South, was only a few blocks from his house when he realized he had forgotten his briefcase. The man made a U-turn at the first intersection he came to in his Tesla Roadster and noted he had only gone three blocks, thankfully.

Maybe, he thought he would not be late for his first and only out-of-the-office meeting scheduled today, this week or this month for that matter. The man knew he was the talent; normally people came to him. That was how strong his reputation was and of course how expensive and how in demand as a top-notch professional in the advertising industry he was.

Unlike the New York ad boys, he did not have an attitude, just a great imagination and the ability to verbalize his ideas in such a way the client could ‘see’ the theme and the goal of the campaign. But today he was assigned to reel in what Vegas called a ‘whale’. Jackson or J P as his friends, colleagues, and family called him was very seldom asked to make sales calls. It was beneath him and had been for over five years in the advertising business.

It was April and he had already surpassed his income-generating minimum for the entire calendar year. The ad executive was just that good. But his home life was troublesome; his wife had drifted away even though he had been home more in the last three years than most executives that earn high six-figure money. He showered his wife with gifts and attention, dinners out, lots of babysitters, but he knew something was wrong.

Last night he had tried to get romantic only to hear, I have a headache to which he suggested before he could stop himself, that with the number of headaches she had had since they had come back from what he had become calling the ‘vacation to hell’ she might need a full medical exam! He had said it with a smile, but he was losing his patience.

With all this on his mind, he had left his briefcase sitting on top of his desk in his home office.

Jackson parked by the side of the road, hopped out, walked through the side door of the garage and then the door between the garage and the kitchen, just as a phone rang. He instinctively picked it up only to discover his wife had already gotten it as well. For some reason he could not force himself to put the receiver down. The voice on the other end of the phone was Suzanne Rawlings, his wife Corrine’s best friend since forever.

He heard Suzanne ask, Ok, darling, what is it you want to talk about that you do not want to discuss in public?

Then he heard his wife answer, I need your help in two months, the last week of June. I need an alibi. It really is nothing, but just in case anybody notices me not around, I want a good excuse. Jackson will be sailing in the Gulfport Mississippi to Key West sailboat race with his father, the kids will be with his mother visiting relatives out of state, so it’s not like anyone will notice. But just in case, I want to say you were sick in bed and I was taking care of you or something.

The wife’s friend then inquired with a question that will haunt Jackson until the day he died, You seeing the same guy you saw in the Caribbean while Jackson was in the hospital down there?

And his wife’s answer blew a hole in his soul as she countered, As a matter of fact, yes. He is coming in for a convention and asked if we could get back together, and I said hell yeah! Then he heard giggles from both women.

The other woman on the line asked, Are you taking care of Jackson sexually to make sure he does not suspect anything? We both know men think with their little heads and if you are neglecting little Jackson, big Jackson is going to get restless.

The man listening in could only nod his head as he started walking towards his office to get his briefcase so he could get out of the house before he did anything stupid, like punch his wife. He had never hit a woman and did not want to start. The man loved his two children too much to hurt his chances with their love.

Corinne then admitted, I may need to see a therapist, because since we came back from the vacation, I cannot seem to get my motor running for him. I mean, he is looking better and better, he actually seems to be bulking up for some reason. I guess to stay in shape for sailing and his biking, but a few years ago, I would look at him on one of the grinders tightening up the lines on one of the sails and I would just get wet for him, but now nothing. I think that because I was able to pull the wool over his eyes in the Caribbean so easily it has affected how I see him, you know? It’s almost like he has lost some of his manliness because he let me out-smart him so easily. I know it's me, and not him, but I don’t know what to do about it.

Suzanne verbally jumped in her friend's stuff with, You sit here telling me you conned your husband and you are going to do it again and you are refusing to follow the number one rule of cheating wives, ‘keep the husband sexually satisfied’? If you are not putting out for your husband and he finds out what you are doing, that man is not going to roll over. He will explode. Remember, I know him almost as well as you do, and if you were not my best friend, I would have already taken that hunk to bed. You better start spreading them or he will start looking elsewhere and he will not have to look far to find it. And, honey, without his paycheck you will be living in a trailer park somewhere.

Finally, Jackson heard his wife exclaim, Look, I will try to do better by hubby, I love the man to death, but this other guy just does something to me that I cannot explain. Do I have your help next month or not?

Suzanne snickered as she responded, Yes of course, you have covered for me, so yes I will cover for you yet again

The listener with his briefcase in hand slowly slid back into the garage just to make sure his wife did not come waltzing down the hall from their bedroom and see him listening. The girls ended the conversation and Jackson set the phone down on one of the cabinets in the garage, slipped back out the side door jumped in his roadster and headed to his meeting.

All the way to the business meeting the husband thought of the conversation between the two women. The man knew where there were several blood pressure machines that could be used for free and he wondered what his reading would be. He then thought about the number of sirens that would go off and Emergency Medical Units that would immediately be sent to the location warning of an imminent stroke victim.

The two female best friends had both admitted to affairs including his wife having one while he was in a Caribbean hospital with food poisoning. The very first thought that ran through his brain; was the poisoning accidental or had his wife somehow given it to him, so he would be out of the way? How long had this affair being going on? Who was the guy, did she love him, or was it just the thrill? If he proved any of this to himself, there would be hell to pay. He would never raise a hand to his wife, but he would spend a lot of time, effort and money into designing a nuclear bomb type payback! Finally, the man shook his head and called his father and asked his father to meet him for lunch, just as he was pulling up to the office for his meeting.

The man he was meeting was a dick; certified one-hundred-percent grade-A prick. His ad agency’s marketing team, with his advertising via multimedia team along for the ride but without him, had met with the man three times and each time the man demanded a little more of this and a little more of that, so finally Jackson had told his boss, he and he alone would see the man the next time and either get the deal closed or at least his team would move on.

This negotiation with the client was turning out to be a rabbit hunt with his team chasing the rabbit. Jackson told them he would either shoot the rabbit with one shot or they would move on to ducks, geese, squirrels, possums, gators anything but rabbit. He would not chase the rabbit; this talent did not chase anything! The members of team and his boss, the owner of the agency agreed. The company had wasted too much time and energy trying to land this account.

Jackson walked into the meeting room announced himself, shook hands with the prick’s — seven yes men — and then shook hands with D.E. Lawrence the president of the largest car dealership chain in the south.

Mr. Lawrence asked, Where is the rest of your team?

Jackson did not even smile as he responded, They are working on other accounts, I am the talent, here is your contract, the changes are in red, the signature lines are highlighted in blue, please review, sign and cut the check. I will be right back. I am going to visit the restroom.

The prick snapped, You are not going over this with us?

The ad specialist smiled as he responded, Again, I am the advertising talent, get an English professor to read the big words for you, that is not my specialty. I create the magic, but you know that otherwise, you would not be here. With that Jackson walked out of the room and really did go to the restroom.

Mr. Lawrence looked at the man on the end and snapped, Go see if the guy really needed to go!

Jackson was just zipping up when the young man walked in causing the ad executive to say, Come look at the urine, I did not flush I knew you were coming, so you flush for me. The man then washed his hands and went back into the meeting.

Once he was seated, he just sat there looked at his watch and announced, You have ten minutes, and then I leave with or without the contract.

The car dealer looked at him and asked, Who the hell do you think you are, the last ad executive offered me his wife to get the contract, what are you offering?

After the morning he had he was not in a good place mentally so he took a deep breath and responded, I am the best in the south at what I do, you should be offering me your wife to get me to help you increase your profit margin. To get anyone better, you have to go to New York or LA and you have to pay two times what we charge, but you know all of this, so either cut the check or don’t, but we will not chase you anymore. Eight minutes! For the next eight minutes, the two men just stared at each other. Then Jackson loudly announced, Time!

The ad exec got up and turned to the door of the room just as Mr. Lawrence replied, Okay, okay, I will sign and we will cut a check.

The ad executive replied, That is great, courier it over. I said ten minutes and I meant ten minutes, not ten plus. I assure you we will do a great job. If the contract and check are on my desk by lunch, I will email you my initial thoughts as soon as the check clears. You have a great day The man was out the door and did not even look back to see if Mr. Lawrence was signing the contracts, which he was.

By the time he had driven from his meeting to downtown, he had just enough time to walk in tell his team and his boss he thought car dealership deal was done and he expected the contract and initial check to be couriered over shortly, but he was going to a long lunch with his father.

Since he was the ‘rainmaker’ for the firm he had earned the right to do what he wanted. After all, even without Lawrence enterprises, his boss knew he had already met his annual income quota for the agency and he still had over six months left to the year.

The ad exec. walked down the street to the hole in the wall bar and grill that his father liked. The place had not been remodeled even after Hurricane Katrina, just swept out and maybe washed out with a pressure washer, but it had been re-opened immediately afterward. His father was already there. The elder Polland was a retired cop and the occasional private detective, nothing special just the extra set of eyes on extended stakeouts. The father could easily tell the son was hurting so after the normal greeting he just waited.

The second oldest waitress in the city, Mabel came shuffling up and Jackson asked, I would like a double of the oldest scotch you have.

The woman smiled and countered, Sorry, honey, I am the oldest Scot we have, I was born there. But even for my favorite ex-cop’s son, I am not on the menu, but I will bring you the other stuff. The woman did not even ask the father what he wanted. He had never changed his order in the thirty years he had been coming in, coffee and Bailey’s, no matter what time of the day it was.

Once the woman had left, Jackson told his father what he had heard on the phone conversation, stopping just long enough for Mable to set down the drinks and take their lunch orders.

The father listened to his son and then made his suggestions, "Son, first you need to gain intel. What you heard is not admissible in court, and if you fly off the handle, she will say she was just yanking her friend’s chain. You need to have a friend of mine clone her phones. Most spouses that cheat and do not want to get caught have a burner phone that the other spouse does not know about. At the same time, we need to hack into her desktop and laptop computers and tablets. All that can be done by one of my contacts. Then you need to start pushing your wife for sex.

"If she continues to refuse, just go ahead and divorce her and be done with it. But if you are still together when this guy comes to town . . . Remember the story of what I pulled on your mother, bless her heart? We had this guy in the neighborhood that seduced wives. He would work slow, he would pay them extra attention when the husband was working a lot of overtime, like cops have to do during Mardi Gras and such. Well, I got wind that he had set his sights on your mother, and they had kissed and maybe gotten a little handsy at the very least, so I went to a few of his hangouts and said very loudly that if I caught them I would kill him or be killed by him, but one way or the other one of us would be dead.

"I made sure this got back to your mother. So, two weeks later it’s Halloween, so I staged my death, blood, gore and the works. I had a lot of help! Boy did I look good and dead — a big old knife sticking out of my stomach, blood running everywhere. I did put plastic down at least. Your poor mother came home, saw me in all my glory, screamed, peed in her panties and passed out right in the doorway. Best gag I ever pulled.

"When she woke up, I asked her. ‘You get the point?’ She said ‘yes, dear’ and our sex life has been great ever since. But the point is, if your wife goes ahead and sees this guy next month we could stage your death or disappearance under suspicious circumstances so the cops sweat your wife and her boyfriend for you, no messy confrontation between you and her and maybe him, no messy shouting matches in front of the kids. Let the uniforms do it, just a thought.

We gather all the Intel and after you vanish, I give the circumstantial evidence to the boys in blue so that they look real hard at your wife and her boyfriend. While you eat, I’m going to call my guy and have him go by and clone your wife’s stuff. You will not have to do a thing. This guy is that good and very sneaky. I will have the clones, a burner phone for you and another laptop that will see everything she does as well for you first thing tomorrow. I will text you this afternoon that he is done so you can feel confident to start putting the pressure on Corinne.

With that the father walked outside of the restaurant and Jackson took a bite of his lunch.

The husband had a million and one questions he wanted answers to. The man just wanted to go home, tie his wife up and torture her until she confessed and told him why. But his father was right, in today’s world with all of the technology available, it made perfect sense to use what was available, to find out as much as possible first. Hell, maybe his wife had a local boyfriend too. The one thing Jackson did know, tonight his wife was in for a very unpleasant surprise.

His father walked back in and started talking again, Okay, Son, my guy will have everything done this afternoon and available for you to pick up tomorrow. I want you to make a list of the things you want answering. If you put enough subtle pressure on your wife, maybe she cancels with this guy, but until then, we will plan as if the thing is on, okay?

The son just nodded and his dad kept going, "One of the best setups is to get your wife to take out a series of cash withdrawals for