by S. Pratt
I’m just dealing out a new hand, when Harold turns even whiter than normal and mutters under his breath.
‘No fucking way.’ He almost sounds like he is choking on his own tongue, and I wonder briefly if I should shove my hand down his throat.
‘What?’ Felix is dumbfounded as to what has caused his jolly mood to deflate faster than a balloon with a pin in it.
‘Isn’t that … no, it can’t be!’ Harold’s voice has risen an octave and he’s starting to make me nervous.
‘What the fuck man?’ I suddenly get a sinking feeling. Only one thing could make him react like this.
I turn in my seat, taking in the sight of the hotel behind us and letting my eyes rove over the people that are dining in the outdoors restaurant. My eyes linger over each person in turn until they stop on the one that I know is responsible for all the commotion. I feel like I just swallowed a lead balloon and I’m immediately sober. The person lifts their chin and nods in our direction. At this point all three of us need shovels to lift our chins off the floor. That split second in time was all it took for me to know that whatever future I had planned has just gone out the window.
Harold sounds like he is moaning in despair, while I can say nothing at all. Felix is stoically silent – something that is completely out of character for him. We watch and wait. It is all we can do.
Their body casts a shadow over where we are sitting. It’s like a mini apocalypse centralized to this particular spot we are occupying. None of us say a word. Harold is completely incapable, I don’t have the balls and Felix is waiting to see what is said by the other party first.
‘So, aren’t you lot the biggest bunch of shifty fuckers?’ The voice is calm, controlled and dominant. This is a person who always gets what they want, which is probably why he has been so successful in business all these years.
‘Hey Jimmy, nice to see you pops.’ Felix looks like he is anything but pleased to see his grandfather.
‘Cut the shit you turd. You must think I came down in the last shower if you thought you three belligerent little fuckers could screw me out of a dime!’ His bony finger waggles at each of us in turn and I wish the ground would just swallow me up.
‘Pops …’ Felix starts to say, but is cut off quickly.
‘Don’t you Pops me, Felix. Ever since you were little I knew you were a scheming and conniving prick. I guess I underestimated you when I thought you couldn’t possibly do that to your own blood. And Jake, well your father would roll over in his grave right about now. You’re the last person I expected this kind of behavior from.’
‘I ah …’ There’s nothing Felix could say to the old man. He realizes Jimmy is not here for apologies – he is just stating fact. He does not look upset, just here to say his piece.
‘Forget it. You three are now on Interpol’s shit list,’ he says with a smile, showing his yellowing teeth. Little bits of spit start to form at his lips as he gets more excited.
‘I flew all the way here to personally tell you lot that you shouldn’t have wasted your time stealing from Went and Worth. That account you fleeced recouped the funds within twelve hours after it was withdrawn. You all didn’t really think I was that stupid did you? I didn’t make it big in finance from being a dummy you know. I have people in very high places who are paid exorbitant amounts of money to safeguard my assets. So you can imagine my displeasure at receiving a phone call while I was at the patisserie, the morning you were at the office Jake. Lo and behold, employee 67899 just logged onto the system and pretty much cleared out the slush fund account. Problem with that is, I am employee 67899. So I ask you, how could I make a withdrawal when I’m out having coffee?’
‘Fuck,’ Felix hisses at me. ‘You didn’t tell me the old man was there!’
Harold’s moaning continues.
‘Jimmy …’ I start to explain myself, but he’s having none of it and holds his hands up to stop me. ‘No point denying it son. I sent Mason back into the office to get the list of all employees who were in the office on Saturday. Guess what? You’re the only one for a whole four hour period!’ I already know he knows everything, but him being here has me rattled.
‘So I just wanted to say thanks for exposing your true natures to me. There is no place in my company for the likes of you three, which is kind of perfect actually – gives me the opportunity to invite Mason to join the board. You remember Mason, your cousin?’ Jimmy gestures a little way off the beach. On the side of the road is Mason, wearing a shit-eating grin as he stares back at us. Beside him is a woman with her back to us.
‘So no harm, no foul, as I always say. My money is recovered, which you would have known if you’d bothered to check, and I now have reliable staff in the company. I hope you three will be very happy with what little money you have left. Oh, and by the way – I may have inadvertently given Interpol your whereabouts.’ He grins as he walks off to join Mason – the good grandson.
The three of us watch as he makes his way over to them, pats Mason on the shoulder and keeps on walking. Mason turns to follow, taking the hand of his female companion. She hesitates though, and turns to face us.
Katherine grins wickedly and blows us a kiss from her pouty red mouth. I guess she had the last laugh after all.
A Word From Katherine
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I don’t know what it is with men these days. I have to admit for a while there Jake had me going. I thought it was possible that perhaps he did love me. I suppose on some level, he did. But as is always the case, money is anybody’s mistress. Well, I refuse to be the other woman. After Harold’s little secrets I think I became a little more conscious of what people actually do with their time.
Jake not turning up that first night sent warning bells ringing loud and clear and the fact he had the nerve to walk into the apartment smelling like sex was a bitter pill to swallow. Whatever woman he had been fucking had left her scent all over him. I hid my reaction quite well I think. I can be patient when I want to and in this instance I was willing to wait him out. Without Jake Shore, I had no chance of getting my hands on any of the money in the Swiss account. I needed his bloody last name to do that and his recent indiscretion hinted that we would never get to that point.
With minimal funds in my own account and Harold putting the brakes on a speedy divorce, I had to make a choice. Either I play this game to the end, or I check out early and go and get a day job. At this point I would probably only consider laying on my back for a living. I mean I’m stunning and young, I’m sure I could get an excellent client list of regulars who were willing to spoil me and indulge me in every single erotic fantasy I’ve ever had. As tempting as that may be, free money is easy money. So I play the game.
It was quite opportunistic that I went with Jake to the office that morning. I could tell he was up to something. His nervous energy was seeping out of his pores. My lame ass excuse to go with him to get my tablet from his office so I could snoop enabled the very fruitful meeting with Jimmy Went and his delectable grandson Mason.
There we were eating croissants and drinking cappuccinos when Jimmy gets a call from his security team. Apparently someone just made a withdrawal from one of their more discreet business accounts. He immediately dismisses Mason back to the office to go pull the access data for the staff in the office. While he’s gone, Jimmy asks just what I’m prepared to do for money. I ask him to clarify. He wants to know if I am willing to sell out the boyfriend in exchange for money. Ah, fuck yeah. So far I have been lied to repeatedly by a bunch of immoral business men. You hang around people without morals and pretty soon you become like them. Well, I wasn’t just about to become like them, I was going to do one better.
Jimmy and I agree on five million. I figure that’s totally fine. I don’t want to be too greedy and I consider that this is all I would have got from my share of the first lot of money anyway. Before Mason and Jake return to join us, Jimmy gives me his business card and tells me he will call with inst
ructions.
The call comes two days later. But it’s Mason, not Jimmy. He needs to meet with me. We arrange for him to come pick me up in a company car from Jake’s apartment in the morning.
When the time comes I dress sexy, because ultimately there is something Mason can offer me too. He sends me a text message when he arrives downstairs and I go to join him. Once in the back seat, he presses the button that slides the privacy partition up between the driver and ourselves. All the windows are tinted and it makes it hard to see outside as the driver heads off into traffic. Mason’s eyes are broody and dark – there is an aura of mystery about him. His dark wavy hair is slicked straight back and he wears a plain blue wool suit with a white shirt, no tie. I can see his mass of curly chest hair that sprouts from the top. I want to run my hands through it but squash that thought and try to act professional. We face each other, the tips of our knees touching just so.
When he speaks, his voice is warm and rich like a pot of molten liquid. ‘I have a tracking device that Jimmy wants you to put inside the back of Jake’s mobile phone.’ He reaches out to hand it to me and when our fingers touch it is like a shock of electricity jolts through me. He feels it too and snaps his hand back quickly.
‘Sorry,’ I offer as I put it in my purse.
‘Don’t be.’
‘Does this glass really work,’ I motion towards the privacy partition.
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘Would the driver hear me if I was to start moaning your name?’ His Adam’s apple starts bobbing up and down as he is confronted with my brashness.
‘No.’ It is barely a whisper when it leaves his lips.
‘Would you like me to moan your name?’ I’m being a tease and he knows it. I part my legs slightly so he can get a better look up my skirt. I’m not wearing any underwear and I think he knows it.
‘Yes,’ he nods.
‘Well come and fuck my pussy then.’ My tone of voice is low and seductive; it invites him to enjoy the depths of me. The invitation is like a floodgate has just been released. He pounces forward and shoves me backwards on the leather seat. Even though we are way too tall to fit across the rear seat, we somehow manage to fold our legs off the end into the foot-well. He mauls my neck with his teeth and I take the opportunity to open the buttons on his shirt further.
Soon my fingers are tangled in the hair that covers his entire torso. I urge him on with soft whispers in his ear.
‘Fuck me Mason, please fuck me.’ He unzips his fly, releasing his cock from the constraints of his pants. He has the biggest dick I have ever seen and wonder momentarily how he is going to fit it inside of me.
His large firm hands roughly shove my skirt up to my hips and he doesn’t miss a beat as he thrusts himself inside of me. I yelp as he touches all the way back to my cervix. There is no loving going on here. Lust is at its most primal. He uses the door as a point to push off from, entering me as far as he can each time he slides himself back in again. I’m not quite wet enough yet, but the sensation is mind boggling. I feel like every single bit of me is filled up with him. He shoves his thumb in between my painted lips to suck and I greedily bite and lick him.
‘Say my name.’ His voice is hoarse and his eyes have glazed over with pleasure. I release his thumb to oblige him.
‘Mason,’ I croon.
‘Say fuck me Mason.’
‘Fuck me Mason, please fuck me.’ He pounds harder into me, grinding his hips with each and every thrust. He slips his hand between our stomachs and lifts off me a little as he reaches down towards my sex. What he does next sends me over the edge. He uses the thumb I have just sucked to rub my clit each time he pulls back out of me.
‘Oh my god, I’m gonna come,’ I moan.
‘Come for me, say my name again.’ It is almost a plea from him.
‘Oh … my … Mason,’ I cry as I orgasm around him. He comes too and I feel every large inch of him contract inside me. He slumps his full weight on me for a moment before withdrawing his dick and shoving it back in his pants. I offer him my hand and he pulls me into a sitting position.
‘Wow, you’re huge,’ I exclaim.
‘I know,’ he grins, ‘don’t tell anyone.’
‘It will be our little secret.’ He grins at my choice of words. The driver buzzes through the intercom that we will be back at the apartment in five minutes.
‘I want to see you again.’ There is sincerity in his voice, but I am not about to fall for another top tier associate of Went and Worth.
‘We’ll see. You might have to make it worth my while.’ Mason’s hand snatches out and grabs my chin and turns my face so I am looking into those brooding eyes of his.
‘Oh I will, don’t you worry about that.’ The car pulls up to the apartment building and he releases me. He tells me he will be in touch with Jimmy’s next move and hands me a card.
‘What’s this?’
‘The account Jimmy put your money into – it was wired today.’ I grin like a kid at Christmas and plant a huge red lip-sticked kiss on his cheek. As I bend to get out of the car he playfully slaps me on the ass. I think I’m going to like Mason a lot.
****
Fast forward a little over a week and here we are in Mexico. I’ve always wanted to come, and now I have Mason to show me the sights. First stop though we wait and watch while Jimmy has a talk to the fellas. Harold looks like he just saw a ghost and Jake may have shit his pants. Felix is still a little cold, but I know on the inside he will be feeling like the rug was just pulled out from underneath him. I turn my back on them to talk to Mason while Jimmy delivers the wonderful news about the fortune that never was. I have to admit, the old codger is on the ball. I’m glad I sided with the right people in the end.
‘Jimmy is coming back over,’ Mason says in a low voice. The old man joins us and says, ‘Let’s get the fuck out of here; we did what we came to do.’ Mason takes my hand as if to follow Jimmy, but I can’t help take one last look at the sorry trio. The sight is certainly one for sore eyes. I smile wickedly and blow them a kiss. Game, set and match. I guess the saying that nice girls finish last really is true. Of course I know that must mean that I’m not a nice girl, but hey, I’m willing to live with that. I turn to walk off with Mason and wonder what the future holds in store for me. I’m quite confident that whatever it is, I’ll be able to handle myself just fine thanks very much.
THE END
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Ruined (Contemporary romance)
Ruining Angel (Contemporary romance) – Novella April 31 2013
Switch (suspense/thriller)
Burning Obsession (psychological thriller)
Beloved Soul (young adult paranormal romance, publication by Eternal Press)
Raven (paranormal romance)
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Table of Contents
Book One
Sleeping The Tier
Katherine
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Book Two
No More Tiers
Katherine
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Book Three
Fallen Tiers
Jake
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
A Word From Katherine
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