by S M Mala
‘You have at least two nannies,’ he said calmly. ‘How is Jamie?’
‘Come back home and find out!’
‘I’ve got to help out here,’ he said softly, closing his eyes and thinking of his son. ‘I would like the pair of you to come over.’
‘Why? You said you don’t want to be with me,’ she said, before crying. ‘You’re doing this as punishment, aren’t you? The baby’s yours and you’re making me suffer.’
‘The only person who makes you suffer is yourself. Maybe you need to see a doctor?’ Finlay waited for a moment. ‘Do you want me to look after James so you can get a break?’
‘You just want to see your son not me, is that it?’
‘I’m still looking into the accounts for ‘Le Font’. Can you tell me what’s going on before we dig deeper?’ He kept his tone calm and friendly. ‘My mother will have a field day as she’s intimating that we close the company or sell it off and something about embezzling funds.’
Though he was fluent in French, even he hadn’t heard of some of the words she was using, while a barrage of screams came echoing out of his phone.
‘I take it you don’t like the idea?’ he gently said, trying not to smile.
‘She can’t do this! You need to put some money in. Things have been hard and the outlays are higher than expected. You have to stop her!’
‘She’s blaming me, saying I kept my eye off the ball and she’s right. How much money are you paying yourself? You’re earning more money than me, which is astonishing, consider I pay for everything!’ he said, getting riled. ‘Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on with the accounts? Are you in some sort of trouble?’
She hung up.
‘Thanks darling,’ he replied, then pondered for a moment.
Juliette knew something but she wasn’t giving anything away.
Later on that morning, he walked into ‘Good Vibration’ and, to his shock, got a rousing round of applause.
‘You’re back, innit!’ shouted out Pria as Marianne laughed.
For a moment he thought they were winding him up but realised it was genuine as Gillian and Elizbieta came out of their offices. He was deeply touched knowing he was probably the person they’d end up hating sooner than later.
‘What all the bother?’ asked Samina, coming out of the kitchen. ‘Ah Finlay Chambers, you come to cause problem?’
‘I come in peace,’ he said, putting a hand on his heart. Then he noticed Samina was wearing make-up, a lot of it. ‘How comes you’re all done up?’
‘I audition for on screen presenter,’ she said, before looking up at Toby walking out of his room and smiling brightly. ‘Seem Wanda with painted dolly face not up to Toby liking. He told her and she walk out yesterday. Sylvie trying to beg her to come back but I will take over.’
Not knowing what to say, he noticed Pria was smirking in the background, shaking her head as if Samina had gone mad. Then he noticed Rosalind following with a large make up bag.
‘Doesn’t she look beautiful?’ smiled the older woman, dressed head to toe in Indian clothes, looking rather ethnic and glamorous, her hair a little longer and swept back.
‘Where’s Sylvie?’ he asked.
‘Upstairs waiting for the meeting to confirm your mother’s threat to sell off the shares and leaving us up the swanny!’ said Marianne, shaking her head from side to side. ‘Finlay, it’s nay what ya agreed.’
‘I know,’ he sighed, before looking up and wanting to smile at the prospect of seeing Sylvie. ‘Look, we’ll have a meeting after I speak to Sylvie.’
‘She off yesterday. Say she work from home because not well,’ whispered Samina as he started to walk towards the stairs.
‘What was wrong with her?’
‘Sex bug.’
‘You mean ‘sick bug’?’
‘Sex bug,’ she repeated before narrowing her eyes at him. ‘Not make her love sick again? You make her cry and she look ugly when cry.’
‘I think she looks cute,’ he said, before realising what came out if his mouth.
‘You got sex bug making you sick love in head.’
As he got to the top of the stairs he noticed Sylvie had her back to him and was sat in the meeting room. Her head was in her hand as she spoke on the phone before throwing it down onto the desk. Slowly he walked towards the door.
‘Hello,’ he quietly said as she turned her head.
She smiled and his heart felt like it was jumping around in his chest.
‘Morning Mr Chambers,’ Sylvie grinned. ‘I’d give you one over the table but the walls are made of glass.’
‘At noon I’m going to give you one again and again,’ he smiled, seeing Toby come out of the room towards them. He opened his bag. ‘I love you and my brother is heading this way.’
‘I love you too and what you’re going to witness next might be a little painful. Remember I love Toby in all this,’ she mumbled, before standing up and he couldn’t help smile at her pink dress, revealing quite a lot of her beautiful silky brown cleavage.
He was getting hard thinking about taking the dress off, knowing he was going to put his head straight between her breast then thighs.
‘Fuck,’ he mumbled, trying to readjust his trousers as Sylvie glanced at him quickly.
‘I didn’t upset her!’ Toby said loudly when he opened the door. ‘She’s just sensitive.’
‘Toby please can you sit down?’ Sylvie asked and Finlay realised it was her serious tone. ‘We need to talk.’
‘Hey Fin!’ he said and blushed before doing as he was told. ‘Are you sacking me?’
‘I’ve no idea what’s going on,’ he honestly replied and then eyed up Sylvie again as his brother noticed, and nodded secretly as if approving of the vision too.
She sat down, oblivious to what they were doing and glanced at her lap top.
‘I don’t want to touch on personal things but on-off sleeping with Wanda isn’t the most sensible thing, neither is you telling her she’s too fat, is it?’
‘He did what?’ Finlay said and watched his brother shrug, knowing that look as if he didn’t care, when he did.
‘Listen, you’re right about Wanda. It has been on-off and I thought I liked her but that’s because she wasn’t playing ball and then when she did, she wasn’t what I thought so we kept it casual. And I was only telling her the truth and she got the arse because I’ve been seeing this little beauty called Gemma from the ‘Bulls Head’,’ he said, going bright red. ‘She just got upset.’
‘Of course she’s going to get upset if she knows you fancy someone else,’ said Finlay, alarmed at his brother’s stupidity. ‘Believe me!’
‘Oh, yeah, right,’ mumbled Toby. ‘How’s my nephew and your slut wife?’
‘Don’t change the subject Toby,’ Sylvie interrupted and Finlay noticed she gave him a sympathetic glance before returning to her steely stare for Toby. ‘She doesn’t want to come back and … god. I told Samina about presenting and she wants to audition. How am I going to tell her she’s not suitable?’
‘Well you shouldn’t have mentioned it if you didn’t mean it,’ Toby said, shaking his head. ‘Personally, it might be a hoot.’
‘Personally I could strangle you,’ she moaned. ‘We’re three people down now and… well I can’t hire more people as I need it to look like we have small overheads. And if Samina leaves over this then I’m going to have to bring Daisy into help!’ Sylvie folded her arms across her chest. ‘And your mother wants to sell the sixty per cent sooner than later.’
‘Listen Sly,’ Toby said, letting out a massive sigh. ‘Mumsy and daddio were having a major blow out last night over it.’
‘Don’t know why because she’s in control of everything,’ was Sylvie’s surly reply.
‘I don’t know what’s happening. I’ll be from a broken home if it carries on.’ Toby sat there for a moment and Finlay realised he was deadly serious. ‘And you brother, apparently, have to sort out the slut’s company and this one b
y the end of August or mumsy will shut both of them down.’
Finlay looked as Sylvie stared at him then shook her head from side to side.
‘Why don’t you just shaft me publicly?’ mumbled Finlay as he was surprised to see Sylvie smile. ‘Why are you grinning? Shouldn’t you be going ballistic?’
‘I’ll go ballistic later,’ she replied and let out a sigh then he noticed Toby do a double take at the pair of them. ‘My bigger problem is what to do about filming the new products as we’ve a whole lot of new stock coming in. Maybe Samina might make it a comedy turn but she has to sell the products. You know what, let them all audition. We could rotate them. Imagine Krystof doing the vibrating egg? He’d probably boil the bloody thing.’
Finlay watched Toby look at them again before narrowing his eyes and leaning back into the chair.
‘No, you’re joking?’ the young man mumbled and then bent down to look at them. ‘Or is this serious?’
‘It might be fun. We do have a cross demographic give or take,’ she smiled.
‘No!’ Toby said, shaking his head from side to side, waving his finger as if to heighten his refusal. ‘You two can’t be… can you? Not again and not after what happened!’ Finlay smiled at Toby and watched his little brother’s stunned expression. ‘But you just had a kid!’
‘What are you talking about? Oh,’ Sylvie said, realising what Toby meant and looked at her laptop.
‘Yes,’ Finlay replied and smiled. ‘I’ve just had a kid who is six weeks old and I realised a long time ago, I was in love with Sylvie. I thought it would resolve itself but it didn’t.’
‘Finlay,’ she hissed as Toby shook his head. ‘This isn’t the place and-.’
‘I’m in love with Sylvie and she’s in love with me. We’re not going to tell anyone as it’s getting increasingly problematic.’
‘Erm,’ was all his brother could say. ‘You hurt her last time, you know that?’
‘I know but I won’t hurt her ever again, I mean it.’
‘Famous last words,’ he heard Sylvie mumble.
‘And I really hurt myself in the process,’ he said earnestly. ‘I wanted to do the right thing but it didn’t make me feel good just unhappy’
Toby stood up and Finlay noticed the concern on Sylvie’s face as he walked closer, grabbing Finlay’s arm and getting him to stand.
‘Toby!’ Sylvie said, startled as she stood up. ‘Don’t make a scene.’
Finlay watched Toby look at him straight in the eye before giving him a massive hug.
‘You made the right decision,’ his brother whispered into his ear. ‘Please don’t hurt her.’
‘Hey,’ he said, pushing him gently away. ‘That’s not my intention but I need to make sure Juliette doesn’t turn the knife in and … I don’t want to lose contact with my son.’
Toby and Sylvie sat at the table as Finlay walked out of the room to go to the toilet. He grinned for a moment before picking up Finlay’s phone.
‘Have you seen my nephew? He’s a mini Finlay,’ he said and Sylvie wondered why he wasn’t getting annoyed. ‘He sent me videos.’
‘You’re not mad?’
‘Nope!’
‘And we’re going to keep this a secret. I don’t want anyone to know until he’s sorted out what he has to. That includes Samina and Rosalind too. You’re the only one who knows.’
Toby nodded before spooling down then she watched his face contort into horror as Sylvie realised it wasn’t a baby’s voice.
‘Oh my god!’ Toby said and Sylvie grabbed the phone to see the footage of a black man screwing a pregnant woman.
‘Oh my god!’ she shrieked. ‘Turn it off!’
‘I-.’
‘He’s going to come back soon!’
Toby grabbed her lap top and did something while pointing the phone as Sylvie could see Finlay walking back, smiling to himself.
‘Toby!’
‘Done!’ he said, putting the phone back on the table. ‘I transferred the footage into your laptop.’
‘You did what?’ she hissed. ‘Why’d you do that? Toby! Get it off!’
‘What’s going on?’ Finlay said, walking back in and closing the door. ‘Are you arguing?’
‘Take my laptop and fix it now!’ she barked, handing it over. ‘Five minutes Toby.’
She closed down the lid, looked at Finlay, realising the poor man had been through the wringer and it totally explained his shitty actions in December. The footage was pretty shaky, so she put it down to the shock of witnessing it first-hand. Toby stared at her for a moment as she looked at Finlay, whose smile was starting to wane.
‘Are you two okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,’ he said, picking up his phone as Toby’s eyes widened and she shooed him out. ‘Did he say something to upset you?’
‘Not at all,’ she replied as Toby shot his brother such a look of love while Sylvie crumbled a little.
‘Though I’m not happy she chose you, I truly believe it’s because you’re my brother and this is Sylvie’s way of telling me she’s prepared to take second best as I am, in her eyes, young enough to be her child,’ he said solemnly as Sylvie kept flicking her eyes to the door as a hint to go with her laptop. ‘I will always love you Finlay, though this is breaking my heart but you deserve to be happy.’ Toby put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and firmly shook it. ‘Even if it is with the woman I love.’
‘Okay?’ Finlay replied with a wry smile. ‘I love you and I love Sylvie. I’m sure we can work this out.’
Toby then put down the laptop and hugged his brother before mouthing to Sylvie,
‘Did you see the size of that man’s cock?’
She put her face in her hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, realising Finlay went back to his wife regardless of her sluttish behaviour. Pondering for a moment, she realised the woman was a true beauty, even when being rammed really hard with her legs up in the air.
‘He’s acting weird. What did you two talk about?’ Finlay said as Toby left the office and shut the door.
‘Nothing,’ she gulped and examined his beautiful face, unable to imagine anyone wanting anything else than him. ‘I want to go to the room and make love to you as soon as we finish our meeting. Is that alright or do you have plans?’
‘Sounds wonderful to me,’ he smiled as Sylvie wanted to make up for ever being mad with him, realising he had something much bigger to live up to.
On her knees, she opened up her mouth, taking his head in as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her. The intention was to show him he was an excellent lover but the images of what she’d seen kept coming into her head. She couldn’t fathom out how Finlay could have contemplated going back to his wife, then to eventually make love to her.
She pulled him out of her mouth and balanced his end against her forehead, thinking for a moment.
‘This is a new one on me,’ he smiled as she realised her dress was hanging off, exposing a breast whereas he was fully naked. ‘A head fuck, is it?’
‘Before I ravage you, I want to talk.’
‘Now?’ he said, blowing his cheeks out. ‘Can’t it wait?’
‘You weren’t very helpful about me finding another person to buy the shares. That’s not fair. I know your mother said not to help.’
‘I wanted to get to the room to shag you senseless,’ he sighed as she balanced his cock on her nose, with her hand to help. ‘I will help you but later.’
‘Is there anything you want me to do in bed to make you really happy, within reason?’
‘Seeing you with my dick rested against your face is an interesting turn of events, and very new to me.’ He laughed before pulling her up as she went on to her knees. ‘You make me happy, right now, so anything you do is amazing and I had doubts whether you’d want me back.’
He leaned down and kissed her gently as she felt him head straight for her boob then took off the rest of her clothes, letting them drop to the floor.
‘Take off your so
cks,’ he whispered. ‘That would make me happy.’
‘Not if you see my feet,’ she mumbled, kissing his smooth chest. ‘I love your body, your smell, you.’
She held his hand and pushed back the duvet covers before getting in as he followed. Finlay stopped for a moment before kissing her, as she opened her mouth to take in his tongue and taste. Then he started to kiss her all over, his head travelling down as she opened her thighs and felt his lips cover her clitoris, his fingers spreading her wide apart.
Her face was starting to get hot as she looked down and his eyes were focussed on her. She flung back her head as he then pushed his dick in and thrust gently before coming back out and placing his lips between her legs.
Again and again he kept doing it until she came frantically. Sylvie felt like everything was ripping her, as the orgasm was so strong she screamed out and made a noise that even shocked her. Opening her eyes slowly she looked at him as he fucked her gently.
Finlay was smiling, his mouth partly covered with her juices as he put her legs on his shoulders and she felt him get deeper and deeper, until he flung his head back and came, more silently than her, before their eyes met and he looked like he was punch drunk.
The man literally flopped facedown next to her as she tried to compose her breathing, realising he was a dream fuck. He was now wiping his mouth on the pillow before turning his head to see her.
‘I love you,’ she said, stroking his chin. ‘Finlay Chambers, I love you very much.’
‘I’m good aren’t I?’
‘Amazing!’
He reached out and stroked her breasts before gently touching her face.
Sylvie realised she was desperately and hopelessly in love with the married father of one before thinking how long it would be before they had ‘the talk’.
‘Why are you pulling that face again?’ he grumbled. ‘I know that face. It’s the one when you’re thinking bad things about me.’
‘I never think bad things about you,’ she smirked. ‘Well not intentionally.’
‘I never wined and dined you, did I?’ he whispered. ‘Is there any chance you can come out to dinner with me this weekend? I know you have to get a babysitter but even a civilised dinner might be interesting.’