by Michelle Day
It took a month for the club to be ready. Reluctantly leaving the inner sanctum of his newly refurbished apartment, Paul jogged down the stairs and into the club where staff old and new were busy setting up for opening night. Asking them all to be seated within the large, theme coloured booths, he began to lay out his expectations to his staff.
Opening the box at his feet, he pulled out black V necked t-shirts with the clubs new name SEVEN emblazoned across the chest in white. He then pulled out shirts in seven different colours, corresponding to the colours of the booths. Then more white shirts.
“Welcome back.” He began. “Here’s how things are going to work from now on. Every member of staff will be provided with black shirts, these are to be worn when working the bar and the floor. The white shirts are for the staff whose sole duties will be providing service to the VIP rooms. This is so you can be easily spotted in case you need help and will differentiate you from the floor staff. You will all get a chance at each job on a strictly rotation basis. You may have noticed that the bar now consists of six identically stocked stations. This is so any member of staff can step behind the bar and instantly know where everything is. The booths you are sitting in will also be serviced by dedicated members of staff. They are reserved for paying members of the club and will be closed off during the nights we put on live music. I know you’ve spotted the new name. I figured as I am now the owner, I’d play on my reputation. The name and the colours of the booths are in direct relation to the Seven Deadly Sins. Therefore, when working the booths you will wear the relevant shirt and you will only serve that booth. Violet for Pride. Green for Envy. Red for Anger. Light blue for Sloth. Yellow for Greed. Orange for Gluttony and blue for Lust. All members of staff will have a walkie talkie, these are for the purposes of reporting problems that will require my attention or Jez’s in my absence. From now on, there will either be all male bar staff or all female bar staff. No fraternizing amongst staff members while in the club. What you do in the staff room, stays in the staff room. We’re going for class here people, this place has massive potential, let’s make sure we get it to achieve the maximum it can. I don’t need to tell you all how important tonight is. They eyes of London are upon us. We can’t afford to fuck it up. We won’t know how my plans are going to work until we try them so I’ll listen to any concerns or niggles after we’ve gotten through tonight. For now though, work hard, have fun. The list of who is working where tonight is in the staff room.”
He stopped by a news stand on the way home the following morning and Eve found him smiling as he read the glowing review of the opening night, mug of tea in hand. He handed her the paper, pointing to the review before rinsing out his mug and leaving her alone. She heard the shower start and a few moments later, his bedroom door closed. She knew he wouldn’t surface much before four that afternoon so there was no use in disturbing him to accompany her for her first scan.
As the months flew by and Seven continued to be a roaring success, Paul found himself well and truly in the spotlight, not that he minded one single bit. He was the recipient of several invitations to high profile charity galas and while many could be fobbed off with a generous donation, he acquiesced when Eve pointed out the odd one or two functions where an appearance would be better than a donation and could quite possibly result in further leads and profits for at least one of his business ventures. That was exactly how he found himself tuxedoed up to the eyeballs with his heavily pregnant wife in her much adjusted designer gown at one of the most prestigious charity events of the year.
He had to admit, he was slightly in awe. Despite all he had achieved and the attention he received from the press, he was small fry compared to some of the names here and yet everyone seemed to know who he was. Seated next to Eve at a table that held twelve, he looked around and realised he was in the company of politicians and celebrities alike.
Amazement crept in as alcohol was consumed and the dancing started, these people had no inhibitions whatsoever which explained why he fit in so well. The only crinkle in his bubble of alcohol induced happiness was the presence of one Simon Masters. A lawyer who Paul had had several heated conversations with when taking over and breaking up varying companies. Simon opposed his every move and Paul had come very quickly to the conclusion that he disliked the man with an intensity that was almost on a level to his feelings for his father.
As Eve was fatigued, she encouraged him to mingle as she reacquainted herself with some old B list celebrity friends. Paul found himself being whisked around the room by the host and introduced and that’s how he ended up in front of Simon Masters and his charming wife Eleanor. Knowing full well the other man wouldn’t create a scene while surrounded by the auspicious company they currently held, Paul took full advantage and asked Eleanor to dance.
He couldn’t help but smile as she regaled him with her obvious admiration of him and asked several pertinent questions about rumours she had heard regarding his fidelity and sexual prowess. It was painfully obvious that she followed practically every move he made and he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or just the pleasure of some sordid sort of one up man ship that made him ask,
“Do you want first-hand experience?”
Eleanor’s feet stopped moving as she gaped at the absolutely beautiful man in front of her, “First hand?” She stammered, “You would like to ahem, be with me sometime?”
“Not sometime. Now. Here. Where it’s dangerous and we could get caught. You won’t believe the buzz that’ll give you.” He grinned.
“Don’t you have a reputation to think about?”
He laughed, “Yes of course I do but I think this is at least worth exploring. Excuse yourself and say you are going to the ladies room but meet me behind the pillar you can see over my left shoulder. Five minutes.” He stepped away from her, convinced she would back out. He stopped by the bar and collected an iced water with a slice of lime in for his wife before whirling by the table where she was sitting and acting the role of the concerned and devoted husband before excusing himself.
Pressing his back to the pillar, he slipped his wallet out from the inside pocket of his jacket and checked the contents, retrieving a small square packet. He’d just returned his wallet to his pocket and was checking his watch when Eleanor appeared beside him. He grasped her hand and pulled her towards the back of the room where the lighting was dimmer and they would be less exposed to those on the dance floor but still visible if anyone looked hard enough.
He took her mouth in a forceful kiss as he guided her backwards into an alcove. From this position, he could see everything that was happening in the main body of the room but she would be left wondering. She emitted soft moans as he kissed his way down her neck. Her hands found their way beneath his jacket and she gasped out her pleasure at feeling the firm muscles through his shirt. Taking one of her hands, he guided it to his groin, folding her fingers around his erection as he shimmied her short dress up over her hips.
Looking down, he saw she had the sense to wear stockings. That would make things easier. “We don’t have time for niceties or a slow drawn out fuck Mrs Masters,” he breathed, “Maybe we’ll get the opportunity to explore that at a later date.” Moving her knickers to one side, he slid one finger along the length of her slit before pressing harder and insinuating it between her lips, delving inside. “Perfect. You really do want this don’t you? Lovely and wet as you are Mrs Masters.”
“Call me Eleanor.” She breathed against his neck while frantically freeing his erection.
“I prefer Mrs Masters. Makes this naughtier.” He chuckled then groaned his pleasure as she worked his cock. His smile was wide as she exclaimed at his size and stated that his third leg was a work of art. Withdrawing his fingers from her suctioning pussy, he stepped back just enough to give him room to roll the condom on before claiming her mouth again. He tapped her thigh, “This leg around my waste. Do it now Mrs Masters” He growled.
He didn’t think anyone before her had obliged so q
uickly. Reaching down, he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance before taking a firm hold on her hips. He took a quick glance over her shoulder before meeting her eyes and slamming home. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her breasts threatening to pop out of her dress as she gasped and moaned.
This was what he’d become used to, hard, fast and dirty. He loved the added frisson that they could be caught at any second. Movement in the shadows caught the attention of his peripheral vision. Subtly turning his head, he saw none other than the husband of the woman currently occupying his cock, standing there, staring. Paul turned his attention back to the woman in front of him and whispered “Scream for me Mrs Masters, make everyone wonder what’s going on.” He picked up the pace, sweating in his tuxedo as his body slammed against hers. “Hurry up woman, I’m right on the fucking edge.”
Eleanor threw her head back and let rip with a feral moan as the love god between her thighs held her tighter and exploded right after her. Straight away she wanted more and whimpered as he began to pull out of her. She stood, how she didn’t know, as she felt boneless, watching him as he first straightened her clothes before removing the condom and returning his semi hard cock inside his trousers. Wrapping the condom in a napkin he produced from one pocket and handing her his business card with the other hand, he smiled softly at her, telling her to call him as he turned to find a place to dispose of the napkin and its contents.
Simon Masters put in an appearance as Paul was washing his hands. Looking into the mirror over the sink, Paul watched him carefully as he finished up and reached for a hand towel. Turning, resting his derriere against the edge of the sink, he finally met the other man’s gaze.
“It would appear that I tripped and fell in to your wife.” Paul smirked. “Not bad. In fact, well worth a second visit.”
Stepping into Paul’s personal space, Simon snarled “I am going to ruin you.”
Paul pressed his fingertips into Simon’s chest and pushed him backwards. “You can try. Apart from your word, you have no proof, I just flushed the evidence. Your wife had a good time, she isn’t harmed in any way. My reputation is far from squeaky clean and with the club pulling in money hand over fist, I can now afford to explain away my minor misdemeanours by paying a fine for the odd contract that requires my discretion so go ahead, do your worst.”
“Answer me this Paul. How would you feel if I took a ride on your wife?”
“Be my guest but you might want to wait until the baby is born. Bear in mind though that she’s had me, anyone else will be somewhat sub par.”
“My God, you think highly of yourself.” Simon shook his head. “Of all the women here, why my wife?”
“That’s simple. The other women here are throw away wives that cling to celebrity, they hold no interest for me. You neglect your wife, any fool can see that and you are quite clearly a lifer in the marriage stakes, the fact that I absolutely despise you is an added bonus. I mean, look at us. We are the same age you and I and here we stand, me in all my tall, dark and handsome glory, thick head of hair, toned to perfection, millionaire and not stopping there and then there’s you, tall-ish, thinning and there’s only so long a well cut suit will hide that paunch you have going on there. I successfully own and run several businesses whereas you will forever be just a hamster on the corporate wheel, making someone else rich instead of yourself. It’s no contest really, I am the more desirable option for every woman out there when compared to you.”
Chapter Thirty Two
With the birth of his second child imminent, Paul though it would be wise to make provision for both children in the event of his demise. Without Eve’s knowledge and after hashing out several details with his solicitor Jake, with whom he was now on first name terms, he left his considerable wealth entirely to his two children, the name of one to be confirmed. They would receive equal shares in his fortune on top of their considerable trust funds.
He was leaving the office of his solicitor when the call he had been waiting for came in; Eve was in labour. Instead of heading back to the offices of Jensen Incorporated, he placed a quick call to inform them of his absence and made his way to the hospital.
Eve was screaming blue murder when he arrived and even though he tried to convince himself he felt nothing but contempt for her, seeing her in pain and scared tugged at something within him and he found he couldn’t pry himself from her side. It seemed, however that she had other ideas. With her contractions coming closer together, she began to curse the day she met him and his very existence. When he tried to sooth her, she demanded that he leave the room. When she became hysterical, a midwife escorted him to the waiting area and told him not to worry.
Her parents arrived within the half hour with Monica hot on their heels, no way was she missing out on being one of the first to meet her second grandchild. She received a frosty greeting from her son’s in laws. Turning to greet her son, she was slightly surprised to find him standing stock still, leaning on the window sill, looking down into the car park.
He smiled briefly when she spoke to him then returned his gaze to the outside world. Knowing him as well as she did, she could tell he was hiding his concern and through the supporting gesture of her hand on his back, she felt him tense every time Eve screamed. She didn’t question why he wasn’t in the room with his wife, now was not the time, questions could wait until later but his obvious concern was etched all over his face in the reflection from the window.
Eve’s mother was called to her side after several hours and remained there as the next generation of Jensen came in to the world. The midwife came and got Paul who followed his father in law and mother into the delivery suite. Eve was asleep and very pale, prompting him to ask after her wellbeing.
He was the first person to hold his child, cradling the tiny bundle with practiced ease as he swayed from one foot to the other.
“Are you sure she’s alright?” He asked the midwife again as she took Eve’s blood pressure.
Before the midwife could reply, Niles stepped in. “If you had been in here, you would know.”
Bristling and holding the child in his arms more securely, Paul straightened himself up to his full height and snarled “She didn’t want me in here. I was abiding by her wishes.” The baby began to squirm and mewl at the tension in his body making him relax his stance and take a seat.
Sitting beside him, Monica took the tiny bottle of formula from the midwife who explained that it could be several hours until Eve woke and the baby should at least have a small feed. Peeling the blanket back from the baby’s face as she leant over and kissed the tiny forehead, she passed the bottle to Paul and almost burst with pride at the natural way he held both baby and bottle as the infant began to feed.
He fell in love the second his daughter squinted up at him. He actually felt his heart squeeze and his over protective tendencies ramp up to maximum overload. Setting the bottle aside and efficiently winding the tiny body in his arms, he got to his feet and began to show her the world as it was within the walls of the room. With emotion overwhelming him, he turned to his mother and smiled. He could see her fingers quite literally itching to get her hands on her granddaughter. Bending, he placed his latest offspring in the arms of her grandmother and managed to choke out “I need a moment.” Before leaving the room.
He wasn’t quite sure how he made it from the back of the hospital where maternity was situated to the front, everything was a blur. He’d never experienced this overwhelming flood of emotion with Gavin and it had quite literally knocked the wind out of him. His backside found the sun warmed wooden bench by the front entrance, leaning forward, arms resting on his knees, head bowed, he tried to breathe through the thoughts of I have a little girl, holy shit. How the hell do I handle this?
Giving himself a stern talking to and deciding he needed to man up, he pushed up off the bench and slowly walked back towards the maternity department. He had a moments panic when he found the room previously occupied by his wife and baby was now empty
but a gentle hand on his arm from a pretty midwife guided him to his wife’s new room.
He remained in the room after Eve’s parents left for the day, asking him to call as soon as Eve woke. Monica remained with him as they alternated between watching over Eve and cradling the new-born. He placed several calls as he waited for Eve to open her eyes. Carmen offered stiff congratulations and a warning that he had better not reduce the little time he spent with his son in favour of his latest addition. She was only mollified a little when he assured her his time with Gavin wouldn’t be affected but her words had him wondering how he was going to juggle everything.
Matt arrived at the hospital after hearing the news that he had a niece. He sat and expectantly held out his arms waiting as Paul reluctantly placed his daughter in his brothers safe care.
“Dude.” Matt looked up from the angelic little face to his brother who was hovering close by. “She’s gorgeous. I think I’m in love.”
Smiling, stroking his daughter’s tufty black hair, Paul nodded, “Yeah, I know that feeling.”
“You did good bro.” Matt confirmed as he handed the little girl back to her Daddy.
“Thanks Matt.”
Eve and the baby, now named Marissa, remained in hospital for a week. Paul spent that time building a cot and adding the final touches as directed by Eve, to the nursery.
On their arrival home, it quickly became evident that Eve was not what anyone could call a natural mother. Paul took care of the majority of nappy changes and as Eve seemed to have no luck at all in winding the baby after a feed, that also became his responsibility as did sterilising bottles as his wife adamantly refused to breast feed. He would often return home from work to find a screaming baby and a fraught wife.
With Paul working all the hours possible and taking care of his wife and baby, exhaustion quickly loomed in his foreseeable future. Increasing pressure from Carmen to visit his son or indeed have him for a weekend added to the overall forecast of doom and gloom. His only upside was that he was raking in money hand over fist which was a very good thing given the speed with which Eve was spending it.