I shook my head. “No, angel. He was clear.”
She moved forward and gave me a sweet kiss. “How about we do something to get your mind off this. It’s Friday. You pick.”
“Let’s just go home.”
She nodded with a smile. “Home.”
I always liked the way that she said that.
I pulled in a deep breath as Marc walked into the living room.
I planned to see him at some point this weekend anyway, probably not today because I was too wrapped up in Summer, but tomorrow. Just to hang out though for an hour or so.
I didn’t want to talk about work and he was here to do just that.
I knew I’d planted the seeds of mystery in his mind and it would only be a matter of time before he’d hunted out what he wanted to find and unearthed something.
The thing about it was, deep down I wanted to have my suspicions confirmed with evidence, but I knew my father.
I knew when he was being serious. I knew when to push him and when to fall back.
“Marc, dare I ask what you found?” I sighed dropping into the armchair.
He rolled up the long sleeves of his T-shirt that had a picture of The Flash on the front. Outside of work he reverted to his usual comic book, superhero loving self. I had to admit though that the way he did it made it cool as he’d added a pair of chinos and loafers.
“Yes.” He beamed with wide eyes. From the large white envelope he carried he pulled out a file and handed it to me.
I flicked through it. It was twenty pages long and contained details of foreign bank accounts. It wasn’t transactions just balance sheets for each bank with the remaining balance and name of the bank.
All I could think was the people who owned the accounts must have been extremely wealthy. Each account had between a hundred and two hundred grand.
“Are these clients?” I asked.
Marc shook his head. “Alex, look at the top of the page at the account holder information.” He held up his hands and shook them, seeing that I’d just skimmed through the paperwork.
I looked closer and saw the name Devon Langdon.
I jumped up out of my chair and tightened my grip on the file feeling my cool slip.
They were all his accounts!
“Holy shit!” I ran my hand through my hair and pressed my lips together. “That’s more like it.” Marc rolled his eyes.
“Marc this is twenty off-shore accounts.”
“And there’s more, I couldn’t get access and a few of my sources couldn’t either.” Marc could hack into anything, and for him to mention sources suggested that Devon had some serious firewalls set up to keep all this stuff hidden.
“Marc. Jesus, what the hell?”
“I found fifty personal accounts. I was only able to get around the firewalls because they were written in an old code I remembered back in college, and I couldn’t get into the account itself. That suggests he’s paying for extra protection to remain off grid. Alex no one can justify having that many accounts. It’s obvious that he’s doing something illegal. I suggest money laundering and embezzlement. You’ve seen the figures.”
I sank back down into my chair. “Fuck, this could all come out in court.”
“No, this is high tech shit the feds would have to pay a high level hacker buckets for. This stuff is completely off, off grid. However, if they suspect him enough for something they’ll do it. I know they will.”
I thought of what would happen if I took this to my father. He would most probably be so furious he’d fire me. He’d ask me what relevance this was to the case and be pissed at me for digging around.
I would never take on a client that had this many off shore accounts and I doubted that my dad knew about this.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Alex, this is enough for you to refuse to do the case. It’s enough for Sullivan’s as a company to refuse working with Devon and report his ass to the feds.”
“My father would kill me if I did that.”
“But I found it, he can’t blame you.” Marc narrowed his eyes.
“He won’t care. He’ll think I put you up to it. None of this is relevant to the case.”
“Well I’ll find something relevant.” He insisted.
“Marc, I’m not sure.” I couldn’t believe I just said that.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that because your mind is taken up with the damn senior partnership.”
“It is. Marc,” fuck, of course it was. I wouldn’t have been on this damn case if my career wasn’t involved. “I’m hoping that when we go to court we don’t get subpoenaed to provide company records.” I worked out that it had to be that, that Devon wanted to keep hidden. Although I was certain the man would have started to take measures to hide things.
It crossed my mind yesterday after the meeting.
“Jude would have to bring specific allegations for that to be requested, do you think he suspects anything shady happened?”
I nodded. “Yeah, he does.” I remembered what he said yesterday and I knew the man was no fool. Jude was a good attorney and looked at all angles of the box, the inside and out before he was happy.
“I’m thinking of the future here. Let’s say you win this case, and you probably will with the evidence you have so far. Those people who invested in those other companies could bring a class action against Devon. This is where he would definitely have to provide records and no one could hide everything. There’s always a trace of something. Always. We get caught up in that and we’re screwed. Just like that.”
This had gone several levels beyond me.
I never imagined that I’d stumble across anything that could put Sullivan’s at risk. That wasn’t in the cards.
But like Marc said, this was stuff that couldn’t get found out unless the feds were looking.
So what should I do?
Take the risk that it would all be okay for the moment, get the senior partnership and then remove all dealings of Sullivan’s with Devon and his company?
Could I do that?
What if it didn’t work that way? I had no idea what would happen when we went to court. Jude could be cooking up anything.
“How about this,” Marc began. “I have a friend who can try to look a little deeper. He could maybe find something that’s relevant to the case. Depending on what relevance is.”
“Relevant would be direct evidence to show some form of market manipulation.”
It would be very hard to find that and find a direct causal link. But that’s what it was looking like to me.
If I was going to be myself for a minute I’d jump to the conclusion that either some sort of inside dealing had taken place, where Devon had someone on the inside of these companies telling him when the shares were going to be highest in their worth. Or, and this was a big one which could have been more plausible –he was running some sort of pump and dump scheme.
With that, stock promoters bought stock in worthless, often risky, companies who were usually new and had no real backing but looked like great investment opportunities.
They’d promote the stocks to investors through calls and emails. Inflating the prices of these stocks then sell their shares for a profit. When the stocks plummeted it would be worthless.
Maybe it was all of it.
A bad feeling crept inside me as I thought about the possibility of that. Alarm bells were practically going off in my head.
“Alright, then I’ll go fishing and you can decide what you’ll do if I find anything.”
My shoulders slumped.
It was a hard task to ask a man to put his career on the line and make a decision that would throw him off track.
I’d never been in a state of flux before where I didn’t know what to do.
If Marc found something what would I do then?
I simply didn’t know.
Chapter 22
Alex
A court date was set for two months’ time.
The day I got the notice was the same day I decided I wasn’t going to allow the damn case to get to me anymore than it had.
Or, my father.
I took a step back to time out. There was no point worrying during the times I didn’t have to.
I had something that I never had before, my angel, and I was going to make damn sure I enjoyed her.
A month passed with us doing this fast or slow agreement we’d concocted.
Damn, I swore I hadn’t truly lived until then.
To say it was wild was an understatement.
It was unreal, and somehow I got the feeling that that I’d get to try out that last rule of mine.
Opposites don’t just attract, they belong together.
I didn’t know how I came up with these things. They just came to me and felt true.
I figured that if two people didn’t burn out, and that connection that brought them together never faded then it was worth noting. Worth taking seriously.
That was the theory. I didn’t have experience of getting that far and I wouldn’t dwell on it either. I was too busy enjoying the now.
We were having a fast day. Should have been a slow one but that changed within five seconds of waking this morning. We skipped work and indulged on each other all day. Then we thought we’d end the night at the club.
We managed to dance to exactly one and a half songs before I dragged her off to that private VIP room we had when we first met.
The room that looked like a glass ball floating over the dance floor. We could see outside, but no one could see in, and no one would disturb us if we didn’t want them to. I’d booked the room out just in case we needed it.
I was particularly glad that I did as the gorgeous blonde sat on my lap and wrapped her legs around me, allowing me to feast on her delicious sweet mouth.
I guess people would describe what we were doing as kissing in the conventional sense but it felt like so much more. To me kissing this woman felt like sex, and sex for us was something else.
Our kisses were a feasting of hungry desire that always let to sex, my favorite part. It didn’t matter where we were, we found a way.
This was approaching one of those times.
I moved the soft fabric away from her dress and exposed her breasts. Just like that first time when I saw her perfection I got that rush to consume her.
She arched her back and pressed into my mouth as I sucked on her nipples, alternating from one breast to the other.
Her body shuddered and I knew an orgasm had gripped her. She’d be wet now and ready for me. Just thinking that made me hard.
I wondered what it would be like to take her here, and look like we were having sex in a display of all these people.
The door was locked and only we could open it, and this was just a room like any other. Only made of glass.
“Here.” I brought my lips back to hers and muttered.
She giggled knowing what I meant. “Here?” She looked down and around at all the people oblivious to us.
“I want you here, angel.” I groaned.
The little minx wiggled her hips and moved backwards and forwards over my cock which was already straining against my pants.
“Oh fuck, Summer don’t do that.”
“Why? You always get to have all the fun.” She pretended to pout.
“You always look like you’re having fun.”
“I am.” She smiled teasing me with those pink glossy lips and shifting so that her massive globes bobbled.
God, I loved her body.
I ran my fingers over her pointed nipples loving the hum of satisfaction that slipped from her lips.
“I want to play with you too.” She moaned deep in her throat.
My hands stilled, raptured by the thought. “Do what you want to me angel, my body belongs to you.”
Excitement flickered in her eyes. “Take your clothes off. This is a no clothes zone.”
My mouth dropped. The angel was using my own words against me.
I smiled at her. “All of it?”
“Every last item.” She cooed with seduction and moved back, sliding off my lap and on to the soft leather of the seat. Her dress rode up her legs, giving me a good eyeful of those smooth golden thighs.
Jesus, the angel had turned into a damn tease.
I shrugged out of my t-shirt and undid the zip to my levis. Standing up, I shook those off, remaining in just my boxers with the bulge of my cock forcing its way through.
She smiled when she saw that and reached out to clasp her hands around the length of my erection.
“These come off too.” She tugged at the waistband.
“What about you?” I tilted my chin towards her.
“You get to take my clothes off when that goes.”
Well remembered.
I remembered our first time together too, and I never wanted to forget.
I pushed my boxers down my legs as instructed releasing the full length of my cock.
I moved to touch her but she stopped me. “Oh no, I’m still playing.”
She stood up, pressed her hands on my chest and pushed me back into the seat. Then she shocked me by dropping to her knees and wrapping one slender hand around my erection. I became harder in her hands, and grew straining towards her, aching for release.
I held back the groan that wedged in my throat, while she stared at me beneath the long, thick lashes that framed her emerald eyes.
It was too much already but she was just getting started.
Summer ran her fingers down to the base of my shaft and slid her hand up and down the length, her strong fingers stroking. I couldn’t hold back on the deep moan that rumbled within me.
I gasped when she lowered her head and took me into her mouth and glided her tongue over my shaft in rasping strokes, licking me like a cat.
No longer did she resemble that sweet shy, girl I met months ago.
This woman before me was the goddess who owned me, and made me hers.
I fought against my release, forcing breathing and the swirl of pleasure to slow down. I didn’t want to finish here.
Not yet.
She stopped and pulled back at the right moment knowing me and smiled.
I pulled her up to me and undid that zip holding her dress up. It floated to the ground, pooling by her pretty feet. Next was the lacy pink panties and the angel stood naked before me.
She climbed back into my lap and placed her hands back on my chest.
“I’m on top this time.” She declared with a wicked smile on her beautiful face.
“Ride me, angel.” My mouth watered at the thought.
She straddled me, easing herself down, hips grinding to guide me into her. This part would never cease to amaze me. Being inside her skin to skin.
We’d abandoned condoms weeks ago and relied on her birth control. She was the first woman I’d ever been with where I’d decided to do that.
We trusted each other, belonged to each other, trapped in the ecstatic bliss of attraction.
Her muscles gripped tighter around my shaft as I plunged into her wet heat. Arching her hips she met my thrusts as I started moving. She moaned into each thrusts and soon we moved as one in a sure rhythm her inner walls rippling against me. Although she was in control, I jackhammered harder, shamelessly, losing my own control when thrills ran up and down my body.
She felt too good this way.
“Summer I can’t…” I couldn’t hold on any longer. I strained body and mind, fighting the rush that built within and failed as she coaxed me towards climax.
I thrust deeper, faster, then clasped her hips, pulling her hard into my final thrust and growls with pleasure as I erupted into her like a hurricane.
Her body squirmed against me, vibrating in response as she came too.
She wrapped her arms around me. I held her too close to me until our breathing stilled and we looked at each other.
What we just did was indescribable. Hot, and wi
ld, ultimate pleasure that a person could only imagine.
But this look we shared held a new feeling that touched me deep, to my soul.
Had I ever felt that before?
No, and not about anything.
When I looked at her I felt like I had everything good in this world.
Because she was mine.
Summer
Eilesh poured the drink into the large flute shaped cocktail glass.
“Angels on sex.” She giggled. “I did my best to replicate it. I don’t know if I did it right though.”
I laughed and bobbled my head.
Taking a sip I inclined my head and waited for the sharp contrast of vodka and sugar syrup, but it only came in tingles.
Either my taste buds were used to the sharp tang and I would no longer have to wait to feel it, or she hadn’t mixed in enough alcohol.
Since it tasted amazing I decided to go with the first theory.
“Is it good?” she asked.
“It’s delicious.” I giggled.
“Yayyy. I hope the guys love it.” She tapped the juice jug with a large spoon looking pleased with herself.
We sat in her kitchen around the breakfast table, watching our guys at the bottom of the garden working on Cody’s sail boat.
They’d been at it for the last two hours. In the meantime Eilesh and I had done our nails, watched Fashion Police, and come out here to indulge on cocktails.
It was nice.
“We’ve never done this,” Eilesh beamed.
“What?”
“This.” She flicked her wrist around. “Me, you, Cody and your guy. I couldn’t even get you to do it in college.” She giggled.
“I’m sorry.” My shoulders slumped . I was sorry. I would have loved to do this with her sooner. “It’s nice now though right?”
“It’s amazing.” She gushed with a bright smile. She poured herself a drink and held it up for a toast. “To us, and friendship.”
I held my glass up too and clinked it with hers. “To us and friendship.” I repeated. “Thank you for being such a great friend.”
“Oh sweetie, it’s a two way thing. I’m, so grateful to have you too. And to see you happy.”
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