he almost didn’t want to walk through that front door and have to deal with more of the drama jamie insisted upon. he didn’t want to hear his son crying out “daddy” in the room right next his, whether he was getting fucked or doing something to himself. he didn’t want to continue to be tempted and flustered by his son, just turned eighteen, who clearly disliked him enough to pick fights constantly. however, isaiah didn’t want to risk missing anything his son might do while he was gone. he couldn’t stand the idea of missing out on getting to catch jamie. as angry and jealous as it made him, he didn’t stop stroking his cock to the sound of jamie crying out “daddy” or the obscene wet noises of a toy on the other side of the wall. he needed to be there, even if he felt useless when he was. however, tonight, when he walked through the door and saw jamie on the couch, another man on top of him, he just about lost his shit. he slammed the door, stormed over to the couch, and pulled whoever it was off his son. “get out of my house,” he practically growled through gritted teeth. the male was sent scurrying towards the door and isaiah’s heated gaze was turned on jamie. “why do you keep doing this shit, jamie?” god, jamie was so flushed and–he cut that thought off and focused on his anger instead.