I slice the tomatoes and mushrooms adding them to the pan that’s already softened the onions and is browning the sausages. Whilst it all cooks down,. I tear up some basil, add salt, pepper, smoked paprika and garlic to my sauce. Why would someone not only invest so much money into such a small company but just leave it there. We all move in some amazing circles and none of us are pleading poverty, don’t get me wrong but unless he’s a closet oligarch, none of us can turn a blind eye to that kind of fortune.
As I fill my pasta pan with boiling water, something strikes me. The money wasn’t Alex’s in the first place. But who did it belong to. I know Willie knew some people tied up in it. I didn’t pay much attention then, wish I did. Throwing more pasta into the pan than a single diner needs into the water, I open a tin of chopped tomatoes and add it to my sauce. Grabbing some cheese, bread and a beer from the fridge, I run through everything in my mind.
What if I am wrong? What if it is completely harmless and Leilani knows all about it? I drain the pasta, add it to the sauce and serve.
I eat at my desk. Something I never do. I want to see what I can find out about the trust.
I want to say that I find all the answers to my questions, but I don’t. I have a list of people associated with Alexander, Elliot and even Christopher none of them are listed on the trust or the company. I even thought Rayne might be linked some way. But nope. Another dead end.
It’s well after 2am before I get to bed. My bed feels huge tonight. My mind is still working overtime when my body tells me to shut down. I prop some cushions up behind my head and flick on the television. I am laying on the covers because not only is hot in here, but I am not ready to go to sleep. My body is weary, mainly from my over exertion this morning. I should really get a massage tomorrow. I reach to my bedside table to grab my phone and realise that it is still in my hoodie from this morning. I got back and threw my clothes on the bathroom floor. I have been in nothing but some athletic shorts all day. I think about retrieving it, but I physically ache. Sipping the rest of my fourth, maybe fifth Brewski (Yes, it is actually called a Brewski) Beer isn’t my usual choice but I have a larder full of the stuff. One of my clients runs a slew of wine bars in London and he is always sending the office samples of whichever promotion he is running that month. We have had Gin, Vodka, Ice lollipops, Wines and in support of the European Cup this month we were sent 100 crates of IPA’s. There are 30 of us in the office, hence I ended up with 5 crates. I don’t usually partake but I was on the phone to Leilani about Malachi at the time the delivery came in. I signed for it without reading it. When I discovered my mistake, I cursed, she asked
“What’s wrong PM?”
“Nothing, one of my customers just delivered a shit ton of IPA’s. I have no idea what to do with it”
She gave a throaty laugh
“Take it home! I love a beer me. I’ll help you polish it off”
In typical Leilani style I was blindsided. The innuendo didn’t escape me, it excited me. As did the thought of her being with her again.
I groaned, consumed by the thought
“Don’t be making noises like that Mr. PM. Not when you’re there and I am here”
She was doing what she always did, she was getting in my head.
“Well come here then”
I say it before I even realise what I am saying. But I mean it. I expect another laugh and some sarcastic comment.
“I have a meeting at 2 in Fulham, not enough time”
“We can be quick”
“Quick would be noisy”
“But satisfying. Meet me at my house” I say, scooping up some paperwork and shoving it in my bag. I don’t know if she is going to come but I sure as fuck am, either with her or without
She’s moving around as she answers
“No.” She pauses
My heart sinks. Damn I wanted to be buried in her. There’s no way I can stay in the office now. My boner is straining against my trousers.
I hear her still moving around.
“Meet me at MY house, it’s closer to my meeting. I’ll send you the address again”
I am out my office door and heading to the lift
“I’ve still got it. I’ll be 20 minutes”
I hang up before either of us changes our minds.
20 minutes later. I am knocking on her door, if I thought I was hard before? I was wrong. Every last blood cell has drained all my veins bar one. She’s unreal.
Her hair is tied back, every strand slicked down and held in place with a thick elastic hair band. She’s wearing what looks like man’s shirt, it’s cream with a geometric pattern in blue, the sleeves come to her elbows, neatly buttoned. There’s a thin belt tapering in at her waist. The shirt falls above her knee and there’s a small split in the side. Her legs are almost two thirds of her body. They never stop. She’s got on a pair of heels that consist of a strap across her toe and a thick one around her ankle. I rake my gaze back up her body. The tan strap of the shoe blends with her tanned legs, they’re what my grandma would call pins. Gentle muscular calves, defined thighs, a result of her spin classes no doubt, her thighs just beg for me to part them like the Red Sea.
I think she says hello, I didn’t hear.
I push her into her home and slam her against the front door. Using my fingertips I lift her shirt up
My mouth goes dry
“Shit”
She’s panty less. Her pussy is bare, it’s never been bare before. Usually she has a thin strip covering her lips, shielding her prize.
I run a finger up her thigh, it’s gentle but fast. Separating her lips she whimpers. God! She’s ready for me. I draw my forefinger through her dampness
“For me?” I ask. Rubbing her clit with my thumb who’s joined the party. I push against her hole but don’t go inside. Not until she answers me.
In her heels, Leilani is at the perfect height for my ear. She drags my lob through her teeth
“It’s all yours” I hear. I take my finger from her and slip it in her mouth, she sucks it like she’s sucking me. I want to taste her from her. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, she meets me stroke for stroke. We’re kissing, exploring, tasting. I can’t get enough of her. I am on my knees so quickly I frighten myself. It’s like a poison nectar, I know it’s wrong, but I can’t get enough. I lift her legs over my shoulders. All I can breathe is her scent, her sex is calling me. I want her all. Now.
I am frantic but so is she. She’s shamelessly grinding against my face. I pull her further apart from behind and add two fingers to the mix. I feel her from the inside out. Her hands are in my hair. Pulling at the top.
“Yes. Guy. God yes. There. Uh fuck fuck”
I wouldn’t typically allow her to come so quickly but we’re tight for time and I need to be in her. This chivalrous bullshit where her satisfaction is all that matters? Nope. You get yours and now I get mine.
I scissor my fingers spreading her from the inside as my tongue laps up everything I milk out of her. She’s close. I feel her clench once, so I curl my finger up into her. My tongue flat against her clit and she’s still rubbing away. I have no problem with her creating her own friction. She can take whatever she needs.
She clenches again, twice in quick succession. I don’t let up my assault, she’s relentless bouncing against my face. What I wouldn’t do to have her tit’s in my hand, I am consumed.
There’s a buck of her hips as I suck on her clit like a nipple. That bundle of nerves gives up almost immediately and she comes hard. Her head bangs against the door as she desperately tries to pull my head away. No chance.
She’s shaking, almost thrashing against the door. Pushing at my shoulders she doesn’t formulate a sentence. She tried to push my shoulders away, so I pull her further forward so she’s flush against my face. I get a kick out of her trying to take back what’s she’s already told me is all mine and I haven’t finished with it yet. I rub her clit with my thumb and blow gently inside her, the change in sensation
calms her as she comes down from her orgasm. I prop her feet in the floor but still hold on to her stomach keep her steady... I trail kisses up her stomach and over her chest. I am in love with her tit’s. Statement. Fact. Truth. Two kisses on her neck and she’s back in the room. I lean back so I can look at her. Her deep blue eyes are icy, her pupils dilated, her breathing gaspy and shallow. She looks drunk. I kiss her mouth again and lift her up. Her legs instantly wrap around my waist. Aware her bare sex is against me, I rub her over my now painful erection as I carry her to her room. I fall after her onto the bed, keeping our friction alive.
She wants to help with my trousers, but I don’t have her stamina. If she so much as touches my dick I will come faster than a nonstop train whizzing past, you on the platform.
I hold her hands above her head with one hand. This shirt has way too many buttons. I have no options but to pull it apart. If you were to read that in a book, it’s usually says: buttons pinged all over the floor and the shirt bellowed open. That’s bullshit. I pulled it, the shirt, it ripped along where the buttons were still together. It gave me an opening to her skin beneath and that’s all I wanted.
“You ripped my dress” She mumbles
“It was in my way” The conversation is over.
Rising to my knees, I let her go, in order to let myself go. Leilani is sprawled out on the bed, her face covered in an expression I can’t make out, she looks sleepy, but is wide awake, her eyes are heavy but sparkling, her face is so symmetrical, she’s got a cute little nose that sit’s perfectly in the middle, her lips are surprising full but so damn soft I know they’re natural. They’re a little bigger right now, red and puffy from kissing. Her skin is so clear and smooth, she always looks like she’s been on holiday. A subtle tan highlights her body all over. By tearing her dress, I have freed just one of her perfectly formed breasts. They are a work of art. Much more than a handful but she carries them well. I’ve seen some inflated balloons in my time and this are not in that category. It’s only the fact that they sit staring at me from whatever angle we are in, do I even know for sure they’re fake.
I strip out of my shirt and trousers in a ragged, hurried manner, I release her from her shredded clothes. She may be under me physically but mentally she’s on top. She lifts both her knees up towards me no without taking her eyes from mine she gently opens her legs for me.
“It’s all yours” the words resonate around my head once more. Mine. So I take it.
I push up inside her with less finesse than I would like, but she feels like a warm wet cocoon. A safe haven for me to grow. The feeling is a bit alien to me, I can feel every part of her, she fit’s around me tightly, I nudge my head deeper, rotating my hips so I feel all of her. Skin on skin.
Whoa! No condom.
I try to ease out, my dick whimpering as I do, pleading with me to just keep him there. But I can’t. I have never had sex without a condom. No wonder it felt so different but so fucking heavenly.
Leilani grips my arse, holding me against her, she’s grinding against me, rocking herself over my hard length. If she keeps this up we’re in trouble
“Two seconds babe, I just need to grab a...”
“It’s fine” she breaths. “As long as you’re sure I can trust you, I’m covered”
I internally do a happy dance.
“Never been without in my life, but only if you’re sure” I need to know this isn’t her just getting carried away.
She doesn’t answer me with words. She locks her ankles around my back and uses me as an anchor as she skillfully pumps me. I meet her thrust for thrust. Leilani is taking from me everything she needs and I’m letting her because watching the pleasure erupt in her face is bliss. She lets herself go, and there’s a sudden tightness around my dick as she grips me, then I am hit with a warm wet comfort that pulls my own trigger. I flip back on the bed, taking Leilani with me. We’re still joined, I really don’t want to leave.
“What times your meeting?” I ask as Leilani shifts on top of me.
“Hmm?” She grunts all groggy.
Her head is on my chest, I tilt my chin to look down at her
“Your meeting. What time is it?”
I expect her to jump up and usher me out, so she can get ready, but she doesn’t.
“2pm but I will move it or cancel it or whatever”
I look at my wrist. “It’s 1.30 now Leilani”
She snuggles into me some more. “It’s fine. I told the office if I didn’t check in by 1.15 I was held up with you and they all know how anal you can be, so I’ve got it covered”
“How anal I can be?”
I dig her in her ribs. Making her flinch. She starts to giggle. Fuck! This woman.
“I have to keep up the pretense Guy, if people knew what you were really like, you’d be beating them off with a stick. There’s more to you than your reputation and your legacy”
“I suppose it’s the same as you, although you do have that ruthless bitch thing down”
I like the fact we can banter, we’re laying on Leilani’s bed, completely naked, in the middle of the afternoon and it’s just normal.
“Neither of us are perfect Guy” She sounds almost rueful as she says it
I tip her head up so I can see her face
“That may be true but hey, we’re damn near perfect together”
I shock my body out of sleep as I run that entire scene through my head. It’s not the greatest when I remember I am here on my own and she’s not here.
I have this overwhelming need to protect Leilani – she doesn’t need it, but I want to do it. The level of trust we had shouldn’t be ignored. It’s too late now but tomorrow I am going to bite the bullet, Sunday or not. I need to call her and sort this out. I miss her.
The pounding on my door wakes me up. Who the hell is that? Nobody has the codes for my doors, except Kelsey, Gareth and Leilani.
I’m still on top of my covers, I feel like I have only just closed my eyes.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Shut the fuck up, I heard you already! I’m coming”
I don’t know who I expect when I open the door. I know who I want it to be, but I have no idea who it is
“Kelsey? What’s the matter?”
My sister is standing at my door panicked, flushed like she has been running.
She barges past me “Shut the god damn door before they get up here”
Ok so now I am confused.
“Who is coming up here?”
Kelsey goes to wall in my lounge and presses the control to lower the blinds. Plunged into darkness, she goes into the hall and closes all my doors.
“What the hell is going on Kelsey? What the fuck have you got involved in?”
She spins around so fast I swear her eyes almost roll out of her head. She pokes me heard in my chest.
“What I have got involved in? Are you kidding me right now Guy? Half of the sleazy side of Fleet street is outside your building waiting to pounce on you. What did you expect after your display?”
I sit on the arm of my sofa and squeeze my eyes shut. Lack of sleep due mainly to my raging hard on, which has thankfully deflated! Is making this conversation overly complicated, I need full sentences.
“Kelsey! Stop wearing out my wooden floors, sit the fuck down and tell me what the hell this is all about?”
The shock on her face, frightens the shit out of me.
She sit’s next opposite me.
“Guy, where is your phone? Have you switched it on today?”
I go and grab it from my track top.
The first thing I notice is that my notifications are so full, it says 18 text messages, 24+ missed calls, email alerts for every account on my phone.
A message from Kels asking if I am ok. Gareth asking if I am ok. Esther asking what I was thinking? Those are the first things that I see.
“Should I keep going through my phone or will you just tell me what the hell has gone on”
Kelsey opens up an
online newspaper on her phone
Picture Exclusive: Millicent O’Sullivan in very public break up with millionaire boyfriend, Legal Eagle Guy Pearce Morgan
I feel the bile rise up in my throat, that fucking slag, she set me up. The pictures are from our encounter at the gym yesterday. That harmless, bullshit talk.
I read on.
Sources close to Millicent have revealed that she has been secretly dating the notorious bachelor for a few months. The insider said “Both families have been friends for generations and it was only a matter of time before they merged. Millicent had been looking at wedding dresses, she was so convinced that Guy was going to propose, this has come as a massive shock and she can’t believe that he broke things off, it is more upsetting that he did it in public.”
Millicent’s social media has been rife with pictures flaunting her relationship with the blonde lawyer. She has tagged him in numerous posts, most recently after they were pictured leaving exclusive London eatery Saxons. Although both denied they were dating the rumour mill was in overdrive and this was later confirmed when they went Instagram official.
“KELSEY, pull up her Insta fucking gram right now”
Kelsey flicks through her apps and gasps
“WOOOOOOAAHHHH!” Kels’ face drops
She turns her phone around and there I am, all over her page. There are pictures going back months. There is one of me, from my birthday last year. We hired a boat and sailed around the Greek islands. Millicent was there with some mutual friends, we all had a raging party one night, she actually tried to get into bed with me that night too. Thank God I was sober enough to lock my door. She refers to me as her #MCM
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