“So there’s no baby after all?” He reaches up and runs his hands through the top of his hair. “Thank fuck for that. I can’t believe I’ve been so damn worried all this time.”
This guy is thrilled because he believes his child died with Mina in that car accident. And I don’t feel one bit of regret or remorse for what I’m about to do. “You’re off the hook. There’s no baby.”
“I was scared when you showed up asking about Blair and Mina, but this is great news.” He picks up the envelope. “Plus, I made another twenty thousand pounds. This is fucking grand.”
What. A. Dick.
I want to yank that envelope out of his hand and beat the fuck out of him with it. And I may yet if he doesn’t get out of my sight.
“I think we’re done here.”
“You’re sure? No more questions?” Bleu asks.
I don’t think I could bear to hear him say another word that dismisses Ava Rose as though she never mattered. “I’m satisfied with the information I’ve gotten.”
He stands and shoves the envelope of money inside his jacket. “It’s been a pleasure.”
The three of us are quiet for a moment after he leaves. I think we’re all a little sickened by what he had to say.
Bleu sighs. “I didn’t like Mina, but I wouldn’t have wished that on her.”
Shaw places her hand over her heart. “Can you imagine how she must have been feeling after hearing that? It’s no wonder that she got into an accident.”
Her sister had betrayed her, and the man she loved turned out to be a phony who didn’t want their child. Those were her final thoughts before she died. I almost wonder if she had the accident on purpose.
I feel sorry for Mina. And I feel numb on her behalf. “That was so much worse than I expected.”
“Blair is an even more horrible person than we suspected,” Shaw says.
“Blair is the one who planted the idea in Mina’s head about the dating website. She suggests it in her texts over and over. And after hearing what Roman Kirk had to say, I think Blair talked Mina into doing the dating website so she would be lured away from Max instead of trying to reconcile with him. And that means Blair would have him all to herself.”
Bleu’s theory makes total sense.
“This wasn’t a simple plan. It was intricate. She didn’t come up with this overnight. The way you choose to handle this matter must be carefully planned. You can’t give Blair any wiggle room.”
Shaw’s right. I must corner her without any chance of escape.
“I understand you have to hold on to this information in order to blackmail her, but it’s a shame you don’t get to expose what she’s done,” Bleu says.
“I know. It’s a shame I can’t do both.”
“Hiding Ava Rose’s existence from Roman Kirk is the right thing to do. Don’t ever question that.”
I’m glad Bleu agrees. Not everyone would be of the same opinion.
“I would ordinarily say that a father has the right to know about his child but not in this case. Not him.” Not that dick.
“He could potentially use her as a way to extort money out of you and Max. It’s better that he doesn’t know about her existence.”
If he doesn’t know she exists, he can never sue for custody.
“You don’t have to convince me to not feel guilty about lying to him. I don’t, not even a little.” I can live with that lie for the sake of my baby girl.
64
Maxwell Hutcheson
“Your one o’clock is already here,” Mary says.
Ah, fuck. I forgot about that last-minute schedule adjustment. “Remind me again who my one o’clock is.”
“Ina Morata.”
“Inamorata?” I chuckle as I say the word. Not because I’m amused but because I’m astounded.
“No. She pronounced it as Ina… Morata.” Mary looks up at me and scowls. “Is something wrong with that name? I think it’s lovely.”
No one is named Ina Morata. That’s what’s wrong with it.
“Nothing’s wrong with it. Where is Miss Morata?”
“I sent her into your office. I didn’t know you were going to be so late coming back from lunch.”
“Are you scolding me, Mary?”
“If I am it’s because you need it.”
“I tell you what. I’ll try to do better, just for you.”
“Aye right. I’ve heard that before, you rascal.”
Mary is a delightful woman. She reminds me of my mum in so many ways. Probably because she treats me very much like a son. I’m going to miss her when I’m gone from here. I hope she’s treated well by these arrogant assholes.
She gestures to my office door. “Go on. The bonnie lass has already been waiting for you too long.”
I’m eager to see what is going on with Miss Ina Morata. Nothing about that name is coincidental.
Could it be Cora? Another inamorata?
I open my office door and the woman is sitting in one of the chairs facing my desk. My eyes are drawn to the back of her long, straight blond hair and my first thought is that it’s Cora. But then I remember that Cora’s hair isn’t that long. Or platinum blond.
“My apologies, Miss Morata. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Being made to wait implies that your time is more important than mine. And I assure you that my time is very important. And expensive. Ask any of my clients and they’ll tell you so.”
Her accent is strange. Is she faking a Scottish burr?
“I assure you I’m not under the impression that your time is less important than mine or anyone else’s.” I come around the chair and offer my hand. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaint—”
Green-brown hazel eyes. Long lashes. Nose adorned with a few scattered freckles.
Perfect. Red. Lips.
My wife.
My wife wearing a platinum blond wig?
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Are you expecting anyone?”
“Not that I’m aware of. I’m scheduled with Miss Morata until two o’clock.”
“Good. Go sit down behind your desk, Mr. Hutcheson.”
Lou gets up, walks over to the door, and locks it before coming to stand in front of me. She lowers herself to the floor and kneels between my legs, reaching for the buckle of my belt. “I’m going to suck you so hard.”
Oh fuuuck yes.
I reach out and grip the wig, pulling it off her head. “I want that, but I also want you to look like my wife while you do it.”
She smiles up at me while she lowers my zipper. “You don’t want to see the back of a blonde’s head bobbing up and down your cock?”
“Definitely not.”
Lou pushes her fingers into my waistband. I lift my hips and she pulls down my trousers and Y-fronts, leaving them around my ankles.
She places her palms on my thighs and glides them upward until her fingertips brush my bollocks. She teases them for a moment, lightly sweeping her fingers back and forth beneath the bottom of my sac. Blood rushes toward my cock—filling, lengthening, thickening it. The ropes of veins are stiff and standing out.
“Fuck, you’re being a tease.”
The tip of her pink tongue darts out between her ruby red lips, licking them. “Am I?”
“Aye. A big one.”
She grasps the base and I watch as her tongues circles around the head. My erection jolts each time her tongue moves over that sensitive area just below the crown. And then she licks away the little pearl on the tip.
Fuck. Me.
She alternates licking my length and circling her tongue around the head’s edge before taking it fully into her mouth. “That feels so fucking good.”
I grip her hair, pulling all of it into a ponytail, and I watch as her head bobs up and down. “I love seeing those red lips wrapped around my cock.”
Tilting her head, she wraps her mouth around the side and moves up and down the shaft, her eyes locked on mine. “Every man
on this planet wishes he had a wife like you. I am so lucky to call you mine.”
Opening her mouth wider, she takes one of my bollocks in. She lightly sucks and releases while massaging it with her tongue. And then she does something that no one has ever done to me before, even Lou.
Something new. Something unexpected. Something both breathtaking and erotic.
Applying pressure beneath my sac, she rotates her finger in a circular motion. Slow, and then fast. Soft, and then hard.
And. Holy. Fuck.
I’ve never felt any-fucking-thing in the world like it.
“You’ve got to stop, mo maise. You’re going to make me come.”
She stops sucking and looks up at me. “I was going to let you come in my mouth and watch me swallow it.”
Such filthy words coming out of such a beautiful mouth. So filthy that they almost send me over the edge.
“Another time, mo maise. Definitely. Right now, I want to be inside of you. I have something else in mind.”
I help Lou stand and I kick out of my shoes and trousers. Taking her hand, I lead her to the sofa. Without being told what to do next, she climbs on top of me.
I cradle her face with my hands. “My beautiful inamorata.”
“You want to fuck your inamorata right here on the couch like this?”
“Aye. And then every time I look over at this sofa, I’ll smile and remember how hard you rode my cock today.”
She touches her fingers to my bottom lip. “Do you want me to take off my dress?”
“Aye.” I love seeing her tits bounce.
She leans back and crosses her arms, gripping the bottom of her dress, and pulls upward. Fuck, she’s naked beneath it.
“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 moves 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 entitle
d 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 not 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 by, 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.
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