“I have no idea. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. I’m not going to press her just yet.”
The details of what happened were coming out painfully slowly, but James was dead, Kara was still pretty bad off, and so far, James’ lackeys weren’t saying much.
James hadn’t been lying when he’d said he was the most powerful man in the city. He’d bribed a forensic analyst to certify that a dead woman was actually Kara, and he’d made sure the police investigation quickly got swept under the rug.
Accusations of corruption in the Mayor’s office were already circling, and I didn’t doubt that James had bribed more than just a few police officers.
“How did she escape?” I asked.
“Seems her guards decided to have a little fun with one of the strippers after hours, and left her door unlocked. She listened to our entire conversation, but when she realized we were going to leave James alive she stepped in to finish the job.”
“Are the police going to press charges for her killing James?”
“It’s unlikely. I’ve hired an attorney for her, and he says she can claim battered woman syndrome or something to that effect. But he doesn’t think the district attorney will even want to press charges.”
“Good. They should be pinning a fucking medal on her.”
“Chloe Norton!” Mom yelled, as she strolled down the stairs. “Watch your language.”
“Sorry, Mom.”
“I’m always telling her off for swearing,” Denton said, grinning at me. “Hi, Mrs. Norton. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Mom looked Denton up and down and judging by her reaction she was definitely pleased to meet him as well. I’d made him cover up completely so that Mom couldn’t see the tattoos, although he was now wearing far too many layers for a mild summer afternoon.
“Nice to meet you too, Denton. Chloe gets her potty mouth from her father, I’m afraid. So you’re an FBI agent as well?”
“Uh, no, not exactly.”
“Chloe said you met at work.”
“Oh. Yes, we did, but I don’t work for the FBI. I work closely with them though. They always want to ask me questions.”
“Impressive. Perhaps you can convince my daughter that the FBI is too dangerous a place for a young woman.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Denton said, before turning to look at me. I gave him my best death stare, and made it quite clear that unless he wanted to spend the night on the sofa, he had better take that back. “Of course, I wouldn’t dare try to convince Chloe to do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
“No, she’s stubborn,” Mom agreed. “That, she gets from me. Well, let’s not stand here in the doorway. Denton, why don’t you take your bags upstairs. I’ve made up the spare room for you. It’s the second one on the left.”
Spare room? Denton looked at me quizzically. I’d never had a boyfriend over to stay the night. In all the commotion, I’d forgotten what a big deal this was.
“Um, Mom?”
“Yes dear?”
“I was actually planning on having Denton stay in my room.”
Mom looked at me for a few seconds, and then laughed. “I know, I’m not that old-fashioned. Chloe’s room is the first on the right, Denton.”
Denton headed upstairs, and Mom looked at me and pursed her lips as if silently wolf-whistling.
“Not bad, darling. Not bad at all.”
“I’m glad you approve... I think.”
“You sure he’s not one of these love ’em, and leave ’em types?” Mom asked.
“Oh he definitely is,” I replied. “But I’m hoping not in this case.”
“Good. How long do you have off work?”
“A couple of weeks,” I lied. After what had happened, I’d been given three months paid leave to get my head together, but if I told her that, Mom would want all the details and she’d have a panic attack.
I couldn’t see myself going back to the FBI, although at some point I would need a new job. Denton was taking a break from work while he unwound all of his dad’s operations.
His dad was in custody, and wouldn’t see the light of day for many years, if ever, but Denton still thought he had a personal responsibility to put things right if possible.
The company could largely run itself at this point, but Denton planned to step down from that as well. Even though the company was legitimate, it had been built on the proceeds of crime, and he wanted nothing to do with it.
Denton would have to cut down on the material goods for the time being, which he wouldn’t find easy, but fortunately for him, I’d had a lot of practice at not buying things.
“Do you two have any plans for tomorrow?” Mom asked.
Denton was halfway down the stairs, and made some motions with his body that made it quite clear what he had in mind.
“No particular plans,” I said to Mom, trying to keep a straight face.
“Good. This is going to sound a little odd, but you need to go and meet with a lawyer.”
I frowned. “What about?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure I fully understand, but it turns out those calls about inheriting money from a relative were real. The law firm is real. Quite a big one it turns out. Arrington, Arrington, and… something. They have a New York office and they want to meet you.”
“Why me though?”
“I don’t know, dear. Legal nonsense. Your father left his estate to you so you get whatever this is.”
“Don’t get too excited,” Denton said. “It’s probably not a lot. Lawyers have a duty to make a concerted effort to get inheritance assets to the intended recipient, and that applies even if it’s only ten dollars.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “We probably need to get out of the house at some point.”
Denton didn’t look at all keen on that, but we agreed to keep the appointment Mom had made on my behalf.
Besides, I might end up needing a lawyer myself in the next few weeks and months, depending on what came out of the case with James and his father.
“Okay dear,” Mom said, cheerfully. “I’m popping to the shops for some groceries, and I’ll probably stop for a coffee on the way back.”
“Alright.”
“I’ll be gone for at least two hours,” Mom added, before winking at me. “You kids have fun.”
I played coy, but probably wasn’t fooling anyone.
“You heard the woman,” Denton said. “I do believe she told me to take you upstairs and show you a good time.”
“That’s not exactly what she said.”
“It’s what I heard. Are you going to argue with me?”
I bit my lip and shook my head. Denton reached around me and grabbed my ass, lifting me up into the air. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me upstairs to the bedroom.
It was about time I christened this bed.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend in my room,” Chloe said, as she led me into her bedroom. “I had boyfriends, but I wasn’t exactly keen to bring them home and introduce them to Dad.”
“Same,” I replied.
“Oh please. I don’t believe that for a second.”
“It’s true. I would always take women to hotels or stay at their place. I didn’t want them meeting Mom or Dad. You can imagine why Dad would be a little off-putting, and Mom would have been trying to marry me off to the first one she met.”
Looking at Chloe’s bedroom, you would never have guessed Chloe was ever an FBI agent. Her room looked better suited to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old still in school. There were no posters of boy bands on the walls, but there was a general ‘pinkness’ to everything including the pillows on the bed, and the chair in front of her desk.
At least she had a double bed. I’d had sex on single beds a few times, and always felt too restrained, unable to put in my best performances, which tended to require a decent amount of space to roll around in.
Despite knowing what we’d come in here for, and being desperate to have Chloe again, I co
uldn’t help but walk around the room slowly taking it all in. There was still so much I didn’t know about her. I’d only just found out her real name, so seeing intimate details of her life was unusual.
Pictures of Chloe with friends from school were dotted around the walls and in picture frames on her desk. Chloe now looked every bit the mature young woman who’d worked hard at college and then joined the FBI, but when she smiled, she still looked like the innocent young sixteen-year-old in the pictures.
I turned around to look at Chloe on the bed. She certainly didn’t look innocent anymore. She lay on top of the sheets in just a pale blue bra and panties, looking at me invitingly, although with perhaps a slightly nervous look in her eyes.
“Are you going to stand around looking at pictures afternoon?” she asked. “Or are you going to get out of those clothes and help me remember what I’ve been missing these last few days?”
I walked over to the bed, undressing as I did so, throwing my clothes fall to the floor as quickly as I could pull them off. We hadn’t had sex for a few days. With everything that had happened with James, Dad, and, most importantly, Kara, it just hadn’t felt right. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms instead, which was just as intimate anyway.
Now, though, I wanted to make up for lost time.
I picked up my pants from the floor and fished around for my wallet to get a condom.
“Can we go without that this time?” Chloe asked sweetly from the bed. “I’m on the pill and I think after everything we’ve been through we can trust each other enough.”
“With pleasure,” I replied, throwing my wallet down to the floor.
I stood naked by the side of the bed, staring down at her pale, soft skin as she waited for me to remove the final few items of clothing covering her modesty. I hadn’t done that much before with Chloe. We’d always been in such a rush to get down to business that I had never stopped to truly think about how lucky I was to have this woman waiting for me.
Now I was about to have her completely. My cock would soon slide into her wetness without the thin layer of latex getting in the way. There couldn’t be anything in life better than that.
My cock certainly agreed. I was hard before I’d even climbed on top of her.
Chloe immediately wrapped her legs around my back, trying to keep my body pressed against her. I slithered out of her grip and ducked down between her legs, pressing my lips against her wet panties.
There was a time and a place for teasing, but this wasn’t it. I quickly pulled off her panties and threw them to the floor, before inhaling her scent and the sliding my tongue up from her entrance to the firm bud at the top of her slit.
Chloe responded by rocking her hips, and pressing herself against my lips, while the gentle flicks of my tongue brought out increasingly loud whimpers of pleasure from her.
I slid a thick finger inside her, but kept my tongue on her clit, as she quivered with ecstasy.
Chloe took a hold of my hair as I ate her sex greedily. I felt her delight as she gripped me harder and harder, trying to fight and delay the inevitable orgasm building insider her. I knew she liked to hold out for as long as possible, savoring the feeling of my tongue and finger inside her as if it would never happen again.
“Please fuck me,” Chloe moaned. “I want my wetness all over your cock. Please.”
I should have ignored her, and kept licking her pussy until she came on my tongue, but then I remembered my unsheathed cock, and how desperately I wanted to feel her slickness on my shaft.
I moved up her body and kissed her on the lips, passing her juices from my tongue to hers as we locked together at the mouth while my cock found its way to her entrance.
We stared into each other’s eyes as I pushed forward and slipped inside her. I still had to move slowly at first so as not to hurt her, but she was so wet that it didn’t take long before my balls were pressed against her firm ass and she had taken me completely inside.
Being able to feel her slickness on my hard cock had me ready to explode instantly. This wouldn’t last long unless I went slowly.
“I want it hard and fast,” Chloe commanded. “Don’t hold back.”
So much for that idea.
I pulled back and slammed my cock hard inside her, impaling her with my shaft as she looked up at the ceiling and let out a loud, slow moan.
She looked close to coming already, which came as a relief, because I knew I wouldn’t last long. Chloe’s fingers dug into my skin, and her legs pressed against mine as she struggled to control them.
My back was sweaty and Chloe couldn’t get a grip on it, so she reached down and grabbed the sheets as she screamed and released the pressure that had been building inside her from the second I’d undressed in front of her.
“Fuck,” she yelled loudly, as I kept slamming my cock into her pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She stopped to catch her breath while muttering ‘fuck’ one last time.
She eventually relaxed on the bed as her muscles stopped shaking. I quickly pulled my cock out of her tight sex, and grabbed her waist, flipping her round onto her belly.
Chloe lifted her ass into the air, giving me the perfect view of her engorged lips, dripping with her juices, as she kept panting heavily on the bed.
I plunged my cock into her, but only managed five hard thrusts, before I exploded and emptied my seed inside her. My cock pulsed four times, letting out more and more come until I was finally spent.
I leaned forward and gently turned Chloe’s head around to face me as I kissed her on the lips, while pulling myself out of her sex.
She lay on her belly unable to move, so I wrapped my arm around her and pressed my body into hers. My sticky cock softened against her side while I lay there and examined her skin with my fingers and eyes.
Chloe moaned occasionally in response to my touch, but she didn’t turn around until she felt my cock harden again.
I was ready for round two, and so was she.
“We don’t have to pay for this meeting, do we?” I asked Denton as we walked into a modern office building in New York City.
“Don’t worry you can afford it,” he replied. “You’re rich now, remember.”
“I’m not rich,” I insisted.
“I’m just looking forward to all the expensive dinners you’re going to buy me.”
Denton had been teasing me about my incoming ‘fortune’ all day. I kept trying to tell him that distant relatives didn’t leave large amounts of money to people they don’t know unless you’re watching a television show.
Any money or trinkets I had been left would be consumed by legal fees judging by the look of this place.
“How much do you reckon they charge?” I asked.
“Some of them likely charge over $1,000 an hour. Depends what level of attorney we see I suppose. Hopefully we’re just meeting with an associate.”
I introduced myself to the receptionist and told her that we were here for a meeting, but that we didn’t know who it was with.
“Let me see,” he said, as he typed my name into the computer. “Ah yes, you’re here to see Mr. Foster Arrington.”
“Arrington, as in a named partner?” Denton asked.
“Yes,” the receptionist replied. “That’s the one.”
“Great,” I muttered under my breath. “Hope McDonald’s is okay for those dinners I’m going to buy you.”
We followed the directions and ended up in a large conference room, the walls of which were made entirely of glass.
“I wonder where they spend all the money from their large bills?” Denton asked sarcastically.
“I know, it’s a mystery isn’t it?”
I people-watched for a bit as busy--and stressed--looking attorneys wandered up and down the halls. Finally a man and a woman walked towards the door and stepped inside. They didn’t look like lawyers. They were smiling.
“Ms. Norton?” the man asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “Call me Chloe.”
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sp; He looked far too young to be a named partner of the firm. He also looked too attractive to be a lawyer. Denton had noticed it too. He sat up straight and tensed his muscles, as if warning the lawyer away from me.
“Down, boy,” I whispered to Denton, but he didn’t relax. It’s not like he needed to worry. The lawyer and the woman were clearly screwing. I could tell from a mile away.
“Hi Chloe. I’m Foster and this is April.” He looked at Denton, but neither of them made any effort to introduce themselves. Men.
“This is Denton,” I said. “My boyfriend.”
Denton reluctantly extended his hand and shook Foster’s. I shared a smile with April as we watched the men marking their territory.
“First of all,” Foster began, “to put your minds at rest, this is a pro bono project for my firm, and April is also assisting me free of charge, so there’s no cost to you for any of this work.”
“We can afford to pay,” Denton snarled.
I slapped him on the arm. “No, we can’t.” I turned to Foster and thanked him.
“What’s this meeting about?” Denton asked. “You’ve been rather cryptic so far.”
“Yes, sorry about that,” Foster said. “We’ve been trying to track you down for a while, Chloe, but the private investigator we hired got a little confused. Did you change your name recently?”
“Ah, yes. Well, that’s a long story, but I did operate under another name for a month or so. I met the investigator actually. She’s not all that subtle.”
Foster laughed. “Yeah, I know. She’s a friend, and she’s just getting started. She’s damn talented at computer hacking though. Not so much with tailing people, I guess.”
“Why were you looking for Chloe?” Denton asked.
“This part of the conversation is a little delicate,” Foster said. “Please stop me if you need time to process what I’m saying.”
“We’ve had a rough few weeks,” I said. “I doubt there’s much you could say that would cause me any problems right now.”
“Okay, I’ll get straight to the point. Your father was not the biological child of your grandparents.”
“Foster’s trying to say, your dad was adopted,” April clarified.
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