Chapter 12: Mr & Mrs Jones

The night came to a satisfactory d and Kyle knew that he needed to attd to business the next morning.

He didn't know anything about his agcy but he realized he needed some information regarding it. Thankfully, the invtion of the Internet would prove invaluable as he got everything he needed to know online.

Kyle realized that this agcy was on the verge of bankruptcy and wondered why he wasn't giv a top agcy, this thing could spawn cars so there was no way this would be an impossible feat for it.

Kyle couldn't complain, his life was perfect as a knock on his door brought him back to reality.

It was morning already and there were no calls from Calista, it looked like she wasn't as desperate as he thought but with this agcy, there was another means for Kyle to get her atttion.

She knew him as a cashier at a rundown store, it was no surprise that she was losing interest so fast.

The only thing that caught her atttion th was the money, nothing else.

Kyle has searched up and watched the kind of movies she has acted in, the fact that it was basically softcore porn and still didn't have any dect viewership was ough to inform him how bad it was and watching it confirmed this.

Kyle attded to the door and a few m walked in, he had called people to help him rovate his apartmt, and he had ough money to cover whatever it cost.

He didn't just call anyone either, he called the best of the best and Mr. Jones was surprised that Kyle had this much money at his disposal.

He wt from not being able to pay rt to having a car, paying his rt, and now rovating his room.

Kyle left them in his apartmt as he stepped out, spotting a surprised Mr Jones who was staring at him.

"Good morning Mr. Jones. What can I say, blood money, am I right?" Kyle joked but Mr Jones was beginning to consider this possibility ev though he knew that it was unlikely, this would be the only explanation as to how he suddly came in possession of such wealth to begin with.

But Kyle was walking towards Jones putting the older man on alert.

"Are you okay? You look like you have se a ghost," Kyle said with a smile.

"You're rovating your room?" Jones questioned, not ev trying to hide his surprise.

"I WANT TO GO WITH YOU!" Clarissa barked at the top of her lungs.

"Not so loud dear..." A feminine voice said behind them and it was no other than Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Jones was a dark-skinned woman, she was the definition of thick as she had the rare combination of these features without the stomach.

This was proof that she got this body through hard work and that would go in hand with her occupation as a gym instructor.

"Good morning Mrs. Jones..." Kyle greeted, Mrs. Jones had dead eyes also known as "fuck me" eyes so Kyle has always be uncomfortable looking at her right in the eyes.

Mrs. Jones was dressed up in a black crop top that kept the weapons on her chest concealed along with black leggings that did anything but leave little to the imagination.

She had a gym bag over her shoulder telling Kyle that she was about to head out.

"My darling wife, you see Kyle here has offered to drop our daughter in school," Mr. Jones said promoting Kyle to laugh awkwardly.

" Is that so? Does this superhero have room for one more?" Mrs. Jones questioned in a suggestive voice.

Kyle didn't want to be rude so he gestured for them to lead the way downstairs.

" I owe you one..." Jones whispered. He just wanted some time to himself, such was the life of a married man.

" Maybe slash my rt?" Kyle responded.

" Yeah, no. That's not happing," Jones responded ev though he knew Kyle was kidding a.

The door shut and Kyle managed to catch a glimpse at the bazooka that Mrs. Jones carried behind.

It was impressive, the buttcheeks wer't only big but they had the perfect shape.

"Keep it together, Kyle." He thought to himself as they headed to his car.