Beautiful Ever After

by Georgia Cates

  “Not a stitch of clothing under your dress. I like that, Miss Morata.”

  “I thought you might.”

  I push my fingers back and forth through her wet slit, spreading her slick juices. “Slide this sweet wet pussy down my cock and ride it. Ride it until we both come.”

  She rises on her knees and with my tip positioned at her entrance, she lowers herself. I’m sheathed to the hilt by her pussy and she’s filled to her womb with my cock.

  She fists the top of my hair and pulls, forcing my face up. We stare at each other for at least ten heartbeats before she releases her hold and presses her forehead against mine. I feel like she’s going to say something—something important—but no words come out.

  Instead, she rises and plunges down again, rolling her hips forward and taking me deep into her pussy. With my hips thrusting upward, we perfect our rhythm, and I use my grip on her hips to pull her down onto my cock.

  With every thrust, the couch bumps the wall but I can’t stop. And I can’t bring myself to give a fuck who hears what we’re doing. Being inside her feels so damn good.

  Stretching upward, I kiss her mouth. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. And I’d do anything for you. For us. For our family.”

  Our family. Fuck, I love hearing her say that.

  I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tightly as I thrust into her one final time, emptying myself inside of her. And one of these days I’m going to do that with a beautiful purpose behind it.

  We become motionless and I hold Lou tightly. I soon feel the ooze of warm cum dripping out of her but neither of us move a muscle.

  “Miss Morata, you are my new favorite client.”

  “I better be the only client who rides your cock.”

  “I have a few who ride my arse but none ride my cock. I leave that to you.”

  “That’s good to know.”

  “I’m happy you’re here but what made you decide to put on a disguise and come to the firm?”

  “I’m your wife and I’ve never seen where you work. Plus, I also thought it would be fun to fool around right under everyone’s nose.”

  “I’m not sure how sneaky we were just now. I’m pretty sure the entire third floor just heard us shagging.”

  “Even better. Let ‘em speculate about what you were doing with your new client.”

  My phone rings and I groan. “I have to answer that. And quickly.” I don’t need Mary wondering why it takes numerous rings for me to pick up. “Aye?”

  “Your two o’clock has arrived early.”

  Fucking great.

  “Miss Morata and I are finalizing some details.”

  “Also, Blair is here. She’s asking if she can see you briefly before your next client.”

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “If my next client is already here then I won’t be able to see her.”

  “She’s—” Mary lowers her voice. “Insisting.”

  Of fucking course she is. It’s what she does when she wants her way.

  What the hell do I do?

  What the hell can I do?

  I have no choice. I have to see her because she isn’t going to go away.

  “Give me five minutes and I’ll save you from her.”

  “Thank you, Max.”

  Blair treats Mary poorly. Always has. And because Blair is Thomas’s daughter, who is going to call her out for bad behavior?

  Me. I should do it. Hell, I’m not going to be here much longer anyway. The least I can do for Mary is make Blair show her some respect.

  I hang up the phone and place my palms on my desk, lowering my head. “You aren’t going to believe this shite.”

  “Your next client has arrived early.”

  “Aye, but that’s not the kick in the bollocks. Blair is out there. She wants to see me between clients.”

  “Tell me you’re joking.”

  “I wish.”

  “Dammit, she just never stops.”

  “At least you came in disguise. She won’t recognize you as long as you don’t make eye contact.”

  “I wasn’t finished having my fun with you.”

  “We can pick up with this tonight, Miss Morata.”

  “I plan to.”

  Lou gets up from the couch and turns around to look. “Uh oh. There’s a wet spot on the cushion. Do you have something I could use to clean it up? And to clean me up?”

  “Hold on a minute.”

  I go to the private toilet within my office and fetch a clean hand towel, tossing it to Lou.

  “Dining room tables. Back seats. My office. Where do you think we’ll do it next?”

  “Hmm… let me think about it and I’ll come up with something fun.”

  “You can make daily appointments with me if you like. A different name and disguise for each meeting.”

  “I have an even better idea. All of this shit with the Lochridges ends and you get a job somewhere else where I’m not a secret.”

  “You’re right. That is a much better idea.”

  My wife goes into the bathroom as Lou and comes out as Miss Morata. “You look good as a platinum blonde.”

  “Are you suggesting that I bleach my hair?”

  “No. I love your hair as is.” I pick up a piece and twirl it around my finger. “The darker shades of brown with these wee streaks of honey are beautiful.”

  “Shades of brown and streaks of honey?” Lou giggles. “I don’t know another man on earth who would say that about a woman’s hair unless he was a hairdresser.”

  “I don’t typically notice things like that, but I’m observant when it comes to you.”

  “What else have you observed about me?”

  “That you’ve been in a good mood for the last couple of days.” Unusually good.

  “It’s unusual for me to be in a good mood?”

  “Let me rephrase. You’re in an exceptionally good mood for a lass who will be starting her cycle soon.”

  “Are you saying that I’m irritable when it’s time for my period?”

  That’s exactly what I’m saying but without saying it. “You can be a little moody sometimes.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

  “It’s fine, mo maise. You don’t have to apologize. You’re entitled to being a little cranky.”

  Lou stands tall in her fuck-me pumps and smooths her dress. “As much as I hate it our time is up. Will Blair look at me and think I’m a rich client who wants you to invest my money?”

  “She’ll think you’re a beautiful client.”

  “Even better.” Lou kisses my mouth and then wipes both of my lips with her thumb. “I’ll see you at home around six?”

  “Hopefully sooner. I’m going to try and sneak away around four thirty.”

  “Good. Ava Rose and I like it when you come home early.”

  “Me too.” I like spending time with my girls.

  Lou reaches up and touches the top of her wig. “Is it straight?”

  “Looks grand.”

  “Don’t spend too much time with the Blair Witch Project or I might become a jealous wife.”

  I chuckle. “Blair Witch Project?”

  “Yeah. That’s what I call her in my head.”

  “Fitting name but you should never be jealous of her. I despise that witch.” I wink at Lou because I think I’m being clever by calling her a witch instead of a bitch.

  “I know but I am somewhat jealous that she can waltz into this firm, insist on seeing you, and have her demand immediately met.”

  “Not much longer and we’ll be rid of her.” I say the words and I can see an immediate response forming in Lou’s head. “Don’t say it. I know, I know, I know we won’t ever truly be rid of her because she’s Ava Rose’s family, but things will be better soon.”

  “I have a very strong feeling you’re right. Things are going to be better sooner rather than later.”

  “You’re certainly optimistic.”

  “No reason n
ot to be.”

  Lou kisses her fingertips and blows a kiss in my direction. “Until tonight, Mr. Hutcheson.”

  I open the door for her and stand in the entrance, watching her as she leaves. My two o’clock appointment, I presume, looks up from the book he’s reading and scans my wife from head to toe as she walks, paying close attention to her bum. And he isn’t the only one.

  Blair is watching me watch Lou and I’m caught. She sees me ogling my wife, and I don’t mistake the jealousy or anger I see in her expression.

  But I have zero fucks to give.

  Blair walks by me and mutters something I can’t decipher.

  “You have five minutes. My next appointment arrived early and he’s out there waiting.”

  “Who was that woman?”

  I can’t tell her Ina Morata. Blair is an intelligent woman. She could put together the pieces of Lou’s clever alias. “Ana Morton.”

  “She looks very familiar.”

  No surprise there. She should.

  “Perhaps she’s in some of the same social circles as you?”

  “No. I would remember her.”

  “True. She’s quite an unforgettable woman.”

  “That’s a rude thing to say to me.”

  “Is it?”

  “We’re engaged to be married. You aren’t supposed to desire other women.”

  Fuck this shite. “Why are you here?”

  “I came to tell you that I filed for divorce and Doug has moved out.”

  “We’ve already had this conversation. Filing means nothing. Your divorce could drag on for a long time.”

  “I know, but I wanted you to know that things are moving, and Dad is going to see what he can do to expedite the process.”

  Thomas may have money and power but he can’t change the way the law and its system work. Divorce takes as long as it takes. And thank fuck for that.

  “All right. You’ve told me. Now I have a client to see.”

  Blair looks around my office and focuses on my couch. “The cushions on your sofa are out of place.”

  “So?”

  “Has something happened in here?”

  Fuck, it smells like sex in here?

  “Do you mean something such as sitting on the furniture? Aye. I do that from time to time.”

  Blair goes to the sofa and straightens the cushions. “This kind of disarray doesn’t appear professional to the clients of Lochridge. It looks like you just shagged on the sofa.”

  She runs her hand over the cushion and stills. “There’s a wet spot on this one.”

  Fuck.

  “I spilled my coffee earlier.”

  She lowers her face to the spot and sniffs like a fucking drug dog. “This doesn’t smell like coffee.”

  “Maybe because I cleaned it up?”

  “Did you fuck that woman? The blonde who was just in here?”

  I’m so tempted to say yes. “I don’t fuck clients. But if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, Max. You’re engaged to marry me. That means you don’t get to fuck anyone but me.”

  She’s delusional.

  “I’m not going to stand here and debate this with you while I have a client waiting to see me.”

  “I’ll go, but I want you to tell me you understand what I’m saying about not fucking around with other people. I won’t have it.”

  “I understand what you’re saying.” But understanding and abiding are two different things.

  “Good. Because I will bury you so deep that you’ll never see the light of day again if I find out you’re unfaithful to me.”

  There it is. More talk of burying me.

  I fear that Blair may be a bigger threat than I originally gave her credit for. And that’s going to be a larger problem with Ava Rose’s custody than I originally anticipated. I don’t think I’m going to be able to deal with the Lochridges legally through the justice system.

  I wanted to do this the right way. The honest way. For Ava Rose. And for Lou. I wanted to be the honorable man they deserve. But honorable intention will lose this fight. It’s not an option.

  I have only one choice. To fight dirtier than them.

  It’s time for a consultation with my Fellowship friends.

  28

  Caitriona Hutcheson

  Damn, I’m looking forward to this.

  This spider has trapped her prey. Blair is caught in my web and doesn’t even realize it yet. She’s sitting in the back of our car right now believing that Hutch sent Calvin for her. But the icing on the cake? She also believes that Hutch is the one who will be waiting for her.

  Wrong.

  She’s about to get the shock of her life.

  Am I nervous? Maybe I was when I first arrived at the restaurant, but I’d say eager is a better word to describe how I feel after having two glasses of whisky. Can’t lie. The amber liquid deposited a healthy dose of courage in my veins.

  A little liquid courage never hurt anyone.

  I spot Blair’s ginger bob at the hostess stand, and I study her. Tight winter white dress. Tall pumps. Not a hair out of place. She definitely came here with the intention of looking sexy for Hutch.

  She’s a beautiful woman. I can’t deny that even though I’d like to.

  I get up and move to the opposite seat so my back is to her when the hostess seats her at the table. I don’t want her to see me and be tipped off about my presence, giving her the opportunity to make a run for it. Not that it would matter. A man named Sangster is waiting outside to grab her if she decides to not stick around to hear what I have to say.

  There is a plan B in place and it isn’t nearly as pleasant as plan A. She’ll sit her skinny ass down at this table and hear me out if she knows what’s good for her.

  I turn and make eye contact with Blair when I hear the hostess say, “Your server will be with you in just a moment. Enjoy your dinner.”

  “Oh good. You made it.” I gesture to the seat across from me. “Well, don’t just stand there, silly. Sit down.”

  The hostess walks away, and my eyes bore into hers. “Sit, Blair. Now!”

  Her jaw clenches, and her nostrils flare. It looks like a different version of resting-bitch face from her usual one. And she looks as though she might be thinking of fleeing.

  Better not, bitch. You won’t like what awaits you outside.

  She sits down, and glares at me as though she believes a stare down will intimidate me. It’s incredibly satisfying to see how much she has underestimated me.

  “You must be so disappointed to find yourself having dinner with Mrs. Hutcheson instead of Mr. Hutcheson.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  I hold up my left hand. “I’m talking about this.”

  “You think a fake diamond on your left ring finger is going to convince me that Max married you?”

  “I don’t think my ring will convince you of anything. That’s why I brought this.”

  I open up what I’m calling the Blair’s-bad-behavior binder—the folder containing all of the filth I have on her—and I remove a photograph that was taken of Hutch and me while we said our vows.

  “Our wedding was beautiful. Very quaint. Very… private.”

  My nemesis stares at the picture, saying nothing. She clears her throat, forcing a faux cough.

  “Don’t you think my wedding gown was stunning? Hutch told me I looked like a regal queen. And that’s what he treated me like on our wedding night. The consummation was wow—just wow—I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

  “I warned you. And I warned Max about what would happen if you came back into his life.” Blair holds up our wedding photo and rips it down the middle into two halves. “This is only a small demonstration of how I’ll tear the two of you apart. Your marriage won’t last long enough for him to bring you roses on your one-month anniversary.”

  “Too late. He brought me a dozen. They were pink, in case you’re wondering.”
I giggle. “Pink roses have a special meaning for us. But you probably already know what they mean, considering how much you know about my time at Inamorata.”

  She looks away, shaking her head, and I enjoy the confusion I see etched on her face in the lines on her forehead and around her eyes. I try to imagine what this moment must feel like for her. How she must be trying to sort out in her head how she could have been so stupid. So fooled by both of us.

  “Caitriona Hutcheson. It’s a strong Scottish name, don’t you think?”

  “You should gloat while you can, but let’s be clear about it. It’ll be short-lived.”

  “Go ahead. Tell me how Hutch will no longer have a job at Lochridge firm. Tell me how no one in Edinburgh is going to hire a man who married a prostitute. Tell me how humiliated I’ll be when everyone finds out about my former profession. And tell me how I should consider Ava Rose a soon-to-be distant memory because your family will never let me be in her life.”

  “I don’t have to say it when you just said everything for me.”

  “Nothing you’d like to add to the list?”

  “I think you covered it all. To add anything else on top of that would just be cruel.”

  I chuckle and she looks at me as though I’ve lost my mind. And it’s in that moment that I realize she’s serious. She really doesn’t see what a cruel individual she is.

  I pick up one of the binders and place it on the table in front of her. “We should get on with this because I have a husband waiting for me at home.”

  “What is this supposed to be?”

  “Open to page one and I’ll introduce you to Blair’s-bad-behavior binder.”

  “You are such a waste of my time.”

  “Well, you’re a waste of oxygen. Trust me when I say that I’m happy to skip the courtesy of going over the file with you. Nothing would please me more than to pass along copies to your parents, your sisters, and Doug if that’s how you’d like to play this game. His divorce attorney would have a field day with the shit in this binder.”

  She sighs and opens the folder. “Numbers and dashes. I don’t know what the hell this is supposed to be.”

  “I have friends. Friends you don’t know about. Friends who want to help me and this is how they did it.”