by Lizzy Grey
“Alcoholics like secrets. Tea?” she offered.
“Why, Freya?” Amanda asked. “Why turn to drink?”
“These things happen.”
“How has Marcus taken it?”
“Quite well,” she replied truthfully. But, then again, he didn’t love her and he would only be her husband for another month and a half. “He’s been very supportive.”
“I’m so glad. We must go on a shopping spree and buy you a post clinic wardrobe.”
That was quite a good idea. She really needed to ransack her wardrobe and clear out all the slutty dresses she had worn to attract cock. What she would do with them, she wasn’t sure. She would have to try and donate them to a charity shop without having to hand them in herself.
“That sounds great.” She smiled. “Let me go and ask for some tea.”
She saw them out an hour later and Marcus opened the library door as she went to walk into her sitting room.
“Freya? Can I have a word, please?” She followed him into the library, he closed the door and sat on the edge of the desk. “Freya, your parents have asked, well, demanded that we go and see them tomorrow afternoon.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“Well, apparently, you told them in the clinic that Jamie Watson is your lover and that you and I are getting a divorce. Naturally, they aren’t too happy.”
You don’t say? “Mummy was being a pain and I lost my patience with her.”
“You didn’t tell them about me, did you?”
“Only that you had a lover, as well. Not that he is a man,” she added firmly as his mouth opened in shock. “I’m sorry.”
He thumped the desk with a fist and she jumped. “For God’s sake, Freya.”
“Don’t shout at me, Marcus. We are due to divorce in six weeks time. Did you really want to spring that little surprise on them at our wedding anniversary dinner?”
“No,” he conceded.
“Well, we need to sit them down and explain that our marriage hasn’t worked, that we are going to divorce amicably, and that we want as little fuss as possible.”
She was relieved when he nodded. “The newspapers are going to pick up on it, though.”
“I know, but they were probably going to pick up on it, anyway. We need to be very careful.”
“Have you seen Jamie yet?” he asked.
“No, but I will be seeing him soon. Have you seen James recently?”
“Not since Edinburgh. Now that you’re home again, I might fly up there in the next few days, if that’s okay? Say no if you think it’s too soon for me to leave you alone here?”
“I’m not going to start drinking again, I promise.”
“You don’t mind, then?”
She smiled. “Go and see James. I’ll be fine.”
In bed that night, and with ‘Jamie’ in her hand, she called the real Jamie.
“Hi, gorgeous,” she said, running her fingers along the vibrator. “Are you at home?”
“Yes, just. You in bed?”
“Yes, ‘Jamie’ and I have just got into bed.”
“Jamie? Oh, that Jamie.” He roared with laughter. “Have you used him yet?”
“No,” she admitted. “I prefer the real thing inside me.”
“Good. Want to try him, anyway?”
“Okay,” she replied nervously.
“All right, put the phone on speakerphone and imagine it’s my thumb rubbing your clit.” She pressed the speakerphone button, placed the iPhone beside her, and slipped a hand between her legs. Hesitantly, she began to stroke herself. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“Nice.”
“Only nice? Lie back and relax, open your legs, and massage your clit. I’m watching you in my mind’s eye.”
She did as she was told and rubbed her thumb on her clit in a circular motion. She let out a little moan and heard him laugh. “Don’t laugh,” she hissed. “I’m trying my best.”
“I’m not. The vision of you playing with yourself in my head has made me as hard as a rock. I’m visualising your fingers around my cock.”
She quickly reached for ‘Jamie’ and closed her fingers around him. “You’re so big, I can’t quite close my fingers around you.”
“Keep rubbing your clit.”
“I am.”
“Okay, turn ‘Jamie’ on, even though the real Jamie is as turned on as fuck.”
She turned the vibrator on at its lowest setting and jumped. “It’s really noisy.”
“It’s not really, and you said that Marcus sleeps like the dead, anyway. It’s all right, Freya, let ‘Jamie’ touch your clit.” She lowered ‘Jamie’ to her clit and gasped as it sent what was like an electric shock through her. “That feel good?” he asked and all she could do was moan. “Okay, now gently run ‘Jamie’ over and around your clit.”
She touched ‘Jamie’s tip to her clit and ran it around and around. “Oh, my God,” she gasped, jerking violently.
“Than feel good?”
“God, yes.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now slowly and gently push ‘Jamie’ into your pussy.”
Positioning the tip at the entrance to her pussy, she slowly inserted it little by little, throwing her head back triumphantly as it went all the way in. “It’s in.”
“Now come for me. Let ‘Jamie’ do his work and you rub your clit.” She began to rub her clit finding herself rocking her hips and savouring the extraordinary feel of ‘Jamie’ inside her. “Relax and rub your clit and come for me.” She began to moan and heard him laugh softly. “Fuck, Freya, you sound amazing, keep rubbing your clit.”
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Good, keep rubbing that clit and come for me.”
“I’m coming. I’m coming now—” She began to buck her hips, having to keep ‘Jamie’ firmly inside her with one hand and rub her clit with the fingers on her other hand. “Oh, fuck,” she whimpered and heard him groan as her orgasm swept over her and she bucked frantically before sinking back onto the bed. “Oh, my God. Oh, God.” There was silence on the other end and she opened her eyes. “Jamie?”
“I’m here.”
“Are you okay?”
“More than okay. You’ve just made me come all over the sofa.”
She laughed softly, gently pulled ‘Jamie’ out of her pussy, and licked the tip before turning him off. “Do you do that often?”
“I can’t remember the last time,” he said and she heard him inhaling and expelling a long breath. “Thank you.”
“And thank you.”
“I think we’ll both sleep well tonight.”
“I want to sleep beside you and with you.”
“Soon,” he told her softly.
“When can we meet?”
“When can you get away?”
“Not tomorrow. Marcus and I are going to see my parents.” The thought of it made her roll her eyes. “The following day?”
“Okay, I’ll book a room.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, Freya.”
She ended the call and went to sleep clutching ‘Jamie’.
Marcus drove them to her parent’s home. What was the summons about, she wondered. Neither spoke a word until they got out of the car.
“Mummy probably won’t listen to a word we say,” she told him. “But Daddy is always pretty patient.”
“If you say so.”
“Freya, Marcus, welcome.” Her parents stood at the front door. “Come in.”
“Thank you.”
“You look well, Freya.”
“Thank you, Daddy, I feel well.”
They went into the fussy drawing room and sat down on the floral sofa.
“We need to discuss what Freya told us in the clinic,” her father began as he and her mother sat on the other sofa. “We can’t help but feel very much in the dark. We didn’t know Freya was drinking to excess, we didn’t know that your marriag
e is in trouble, and neither did we know that both of you are carrying on extra-marital affairs.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Marcus began. “But I need to correct you on one thing; our marriage is over, and it has been for some time. We will be beginning divorce proceedings in the next few weeks. This has been decided amicably between Freya and myself and it has nothing whatsoever to do with her alcohol addiction.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that,” her father said, as her mother dissolved into tears. “It’s just that the Prime Minister is planning a Cabinet re-shuffle and has just offered me a place in the cabinet. Chief Whip.”
Freya had to quickly look away, fearing she would blurt out an inappropriate laugh.
“Congratulations, Daniel. It’s long overdue.”
“Marcus,” Freya interjected patiently. “What my father is trying to say is that if we divorce after only one year of marriage, his seat in the cabinet will be whipped away, and he and my mother will never forgive us.”
Marcus’ eyes widened. “But…”
“Is there any way you could possibly delay the divorce, Marcus?” her father asked.
“But…”
“How long?” she asked crisply.
“Six months? A year?”
“Christ,” Marcus swore under his breath.
“Three months from now and not a day longer,” she said and they all looked at her in astonishment. “Provided your cabinet colleagues tell their newspaper editor friends that our marriage is off limits until well after our divorce. Marcus and I both have lovers and that is the way it will continue. Agreed?”
Her parents eyed each other and she saw her father give her mother a barely-visible nod before turning back to her.
“Agreed.”
“Good.” She smiled brightly. “Now, I would love a cup of tea.”
Marcus drove them home in complete silence and she followed him into the drawing room.
“It’s not what we wanted,” she began, “but if the press leave us alone?”
“The Conservative Party supporting press,” he threw over his shoulder.
“The Cabinet’s tentacles reach far beyond the Tory press. Unless you are extremely careless, we will be left alone. You will be careful visiting James, won’t you?”
“Yes,” he snapped. “Whenever the fuck that will be now.”
“I know. Marcus, I will be spending tomorrow afternoon with Jamie. If anyone asks where I am, I am maxing out your credit card in Harrods.”
“All right.”
Despite what she viewed as a good outcome, Freya was dreading telling Jamie and, in the morning, she had her first craving for alcohol in weeks. She sat shaking on her bed and blew out her cheeks.
“Freya?” Marcus had passed her bedroom door but stopped and came inside. “Are you all right?”
“A craving,” she whispered. “First one since the clinic.”
“What brought it on?” Marcus sat on the bed beside her and squeezed her hands.
“I have to tell Jamie to wait another three months.”
“I rang James last night. He was pretty reasonable about it.”
She gave him a weak smile. “I’m glad.”
“I’m sure Jamie will be, too. Come and have some breakfast.”
“I’m not really very hungry.”
“You need to eat, Freya. Don’t give into the craving. Come.” He got up and helped her to her feet. “There is freshly-squeezed orange juice and coffee if you really can’t face eating anything.” He helped her down the stairs, into the dining room, and sat her down at the table. “Orange juice?”
“Yes, please.” She watched him pour her a glass of the orange liquid and couldn’t help but wish there was a shot or two of vodka in there, too. “Thank you,” she added as he put it down in front of her, before sitting down and reaching for a slice of toast.
She raised the glass to her lips, noting how her hand still shook a little and drank.
“Freya?” She looked up and saw that he’d seen her hand shaking. “It’s all right. Stay calm. More juice?”
“Yes, please.” He poured her more juice and left the jug beside her. “I’m sorry.”
“You’ve nothing to be sorry for,” he insisted. “Try and eat something. You need to keep your strength up for this afternoon.” He gave her a broad wink and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“You will introduce me to James one day, won’t you?” she asked.
“You’d like to meet him?” Marcus replied in surprise.
“Yes, of course. It would probably be one of the strangest evenings ever but, you and James, and Jamie and I should have dinner together when this is all over.”
“That sounds extremely civilised.” He smiled. “Try a little bit of scrambled egg?”
“Okay. Just the egg, please. No toast.”
He got up and went to the sideboard for the dish, put a few spoonfuls on her plate, then added salt. “It might be easier with this,” he said and put a spoon in her hand. They both watched her hand, which remained still, and he kissed the top of her head. “Eat as much as you can.”
She began to eat and, to her surprise, cleared her plate. “I didn’t think I’d finish that.”
“If it happens again, just keep calm. You don’t need alcohol. You’re strong enough without it.”
She smiled gratefully and sipped at the orange juice.
She took a cab to The Cranford Hotel and asked for Mr Harrison at reception.
“Room number 412.”
“Thank you.”
At the door, she breathed in and out deeply before knocking. Jamie opened the door and gave her a grin, which quickly faded when he saw her face.
“What is it?”
She went past him into the room and he closed the door. “I need to tell you something, which you aren’t going to like.”
“Tell me.”
Her eyes flew momentarily to the mini bar and then back to him. “Marcus and I went to see my parents yesterday. My father has been offered a cabinet position – Chief Whip – and our divorce…”
“Would be an embarrassment to the government?”
“The position would go to someone else and Mummy and Daddy would never forgive us – well, me. So, Daddy asked that we put off the divorce for six months or a year.” Jamie’s eyes widened. “I got him down to three months by insisting that the press leave us alone.”
“And you really think that’s going to happen?”
“Yes.” She was firm. “I couldn’t care less about the Tories, and I couldn’t care less who knows about the divorce or you, so Daddy knows what’s at stake.”
“And Marcus and James?”
“Well, naturally, Marcus is very worried. But Mummy and Daddy still think James is a woman and that’s the way it’s going to stay.”
Jamie shook his head. “It’s still a hell of a risk.”
“Can you wait another three months?” she asked.
“I don’t have much choice, do I?”
“No.” She raised a hand to her forehead and saw that it was shaking again. She clenched her fist to try and stop it but he’d noticed.
“Freya?”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t very well this morning. I had my first really bad craving in weeks.”
“Did all this bring it on?”
She shook her head. “No, it was the thought of having to tell you.”
“Jesus, Freya.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips before taking her in his arms. “Of course I can wait three months.”
“I know you don’t have any choice,” she murmured into his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“I love you, Freya, and I will wait for you.” He sat her down in a chair and knelt beside her. “Do you have a craving now?”
“No, I was just very worried. It was bad this morning but Marcus was very kind. I’m sorry, I didn’t plan for this afternoon to be like this.”
“No?” His eyebrows rose playfully. “How’s ‘Jamie’?”
She smiled. “Having a well-earned rest in his cardboard box in my wardrobe.”
He laughed and kissed her lips again. “There’s a kettle over there. Shall I make some tea?”
“What kind of tea is there?”
He got up and went to the tray. “Breakfast tea. Green tea. Fruit tea.”
“Green tea sounds nice. I need to mix the gallons of tea I’m drinking up a bit.”
He smiled and switched the electric kettle on. “How do you feel?”
“Relieved you’re okay about it. It’s just that Daddy stayed a backbencher and passed up every chance of promotion all the time I was ill. This is his last chance.”
“How much do your parents know about me?”
“Nothing.”
He pursed his lips. “Are you going to tell them?”
“After Marcus and I are divorced, yes.”
“When it will be too late for them to persuade you not to take up with a former male escort who now owns an escort agency,” he finished. “I can’t wait to see their faces.”
“I don’t care, I’ve done more than enough to please them, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” The kettle came to the boil, clicked off, and he made their tea. “I suppose they will also never know that I relieved you of the burden of your virginity?”
She cringed. “Don’t put it like that.”
“That I licked her clit and then put my big cock inside their beautiful daughter. That I shouldn’t have enjoyed it, as I was providing a service, but I did. And that was it for me.”
“I don’t understand?”
“You were the first and only client I had sex with,” he explained. “After you, I couldn’t be an escort anymore. That’s why I bought out London Introductions. None of my escorts had an obscene amount of money dangled in front of them to get them to sleep with clients. I discuss it with them and it’s entirely their own choice.”
“So, why did you take the money to have sex with me?” she asked.
“So I could pay off the rest of my mortgage. Being brought up in care homes, I’d always wanted to own my own home. A thirty-year-old virgin, I expected you to be a weird geek or have a moustache or a beard or something – not that you would be stunningly beautiful – and that I’d enjoy it.”
