by S M Mala
‘But not Daisy?’
‘I’ve hidden it from her,’ she said, looking mortified. ‘I didn’t want her to think it was ugly. It took me years to tell Rupert.’
‘What was his reaction? Did he turn around and walk away, tell you the relationship was over?’ he smiled, knowing he was teasing but not wanting to upset her, nevertheless.
‘I know what you’re like,’ she said quietly, looking straight into his eyes. ‘Piers told me you have everything set ‘just so’, and always looked for perfection, from your job to your women… your life, probably your toilet roll. I’m deeply flawed.’
For a moment he looked at her, examined her hair falling on her shoulders, the silky brown skin and her beautiful sweet face before grinning.
‘Yes, that’s true,’ he eventually replied and moved closer to her, touching her face as she frowned. ‘And nothing has changed as I found it in you.’
‘What a load of bollocks!’ she replied and pursed her lips as he smiled.
‘I’m not perfect. I’ve got more lines and wrinkles than you plus I found a grey pubic hair the other day. Effectively, I will have no job, no money and probably will have to start selling up some of my equity to pay for my wife’s nannies. And that’s just the tip of it. I’ll see your foot in time and I’ll love your congenital hic-cup as much as I love every single part of you. If I don’t, then I’ll buy you nice socks to cover them.’
Sylvie smiled for a second and he did the same.
‘You’re making it very easy for me,’ she sighed.
‘You keep saying that.’
She pulled down the sheet so it was only covering her bottom half as he moved closer. Her socks were firmly on her feet as she sat up and straddled his lap to kiss him, feeling his hands touch her side, then back, as he pulled her closer. When her breasts touched his skin, she felt pure lust and love for him, as she was lost in his kiss.
‘I want you,’ he said, pulling away as she looked at him close up. ‘I want to make love to you for a long time.’
‘Stop talking about it and do it,’ she smiled, as he threw off the sheet so the pair were sitting naked on the bed.
Finlay got up and grinned before pushing her back, grabbing her ankles and pulling her so her arse was at the end of the bed, then he sunk to his knees and spread her thighs open. She watched how he kissed up her thighs before his eyes met hers and he kissed her lips before pulling them gently apart. Sylvie leaned back and balanced on her hands as she watched him half close his eyes before his tongue started circling her nub and she closed her eyes completely. His hands were pulling her thighs, making them taut, and she felt her inner lips swell as he flicked his strong tongue against her. Then she felt the tightening of her thighs, the pulling in her hole and eventually the build-up of her orgasm.
She came practically shouting out her groan, hoping he’d stop as she couldn’t hold on to her shaking body and wanting him to carry on, loving the feeling and wanting more. He wiped his wet lips against her stomach as he quickly turned her over before she felt his cock come up from behind. Holding onto her hips, he pushed her down as she jolted from sheer delight and he started to hump her hard and fast.
The slapping of their skin and panting was the only sound in the room plus few low grunts from him. His body was now leaning down against hers. She felt his skin on her back before feeling his breath on her neck.
‘I love you,’ he whispered before a couple of large thrusts and he groaned out loudly.
Sylvie smiled as he stopped. All she could hear was him gulping then exhaling very deeply before she slowly lowered her body down towards the bed, him still attached to her.
‘Sylvie,’ he whispered in to her ear. ‘Your socks fell off.’
After scrambling around for them she stood up and noticed he was grinning, his face very flushed from his post orgasm, whereas she was just annoyed.
All the feelings of enjoying a good screw were now gone and panic set in.
‘You did it on purpose,’ she said, putting her right food under the sheet so he couldn’t see it as she put her sock on her left foot, still trying to find the other one. ‘What have you done with it?’
‘The thing about the trainer socks is that they do slip off very easily. I’m always having a problem when-.’
‘You don’t realise how upsetting this is for me,’ she said on the verge of tears. ‘It’s a big deal so can I have my sock back, please?’
‘You have beautiful little feet,’ he sighed. ‘And your toes… they’re very sweet.’
‘I’m seriously going to hit you and I’m not a woman of violence.’
‘That we know is not true, considering a few months ago you kicked me off the bed and beat me!’ he laughed loudly before smiling.
This incensed her even more.
‘I thought you were covering hooves,’ he said, sighing deeply as she glared at him, feeling her body break into a sweat. ‘Because I’m so good at taking your mind off things you didn’t notice I pulled them off when I turned you around.’ Finlay sat up before reaching for tissues and wiping the remnants of their juices from his dick. ‘I love you no matter what.’
For a moment she wanted to scream at him and say she met his wife, she knew he was talking shit and that her toes weren’t as elegant as Juliette’s. Actually, all of her wasn’t even equivalent to his wife’s little toe.
‘Don’t settle for second best,’ she suddenly said, before inelegantly sitting down on the floor, pulling the sheet over her exposed foot. ‘I’d hate to think you’re with me for comfort and when everything becomes clear in your head, your life is back on track, you turn around and wonder what you’re doing with me.’
‘Ah,’ she heard him say as she wrapped the sheet firmly around her foot and looked at her covered toes.
‘You see I didn’t ever think I was good enough for Rupert Harvey because I thought it was just a little fling and he’d move on. He didn’t and I fell in love. Then his mother was really unhappy about us and from the minute I realised we were meant to be together, I thought… I thought he’d change his mind and go for someone else. When he saw my toes he … like you… believed me to be a little strange but when you’ve been born with perfection how would you know what it’s like to have an imperfection? She made sure I was put in my place the moment he died. I was made to feel worthless and an outsider, so was my child. If I could turn back the clock, I’d have changed so many things… so many things so he could have had the happy family life he wanted. I wonder if he ever regretted being with me, like Freya said.’
It hit her like a brick into the front of her face, the turmoil she was going through and knowing she didn’t want to go through the same thing again.
She couldn’t cope with the fractious family situation which would only happen for Finlay if they continued.
‘I love you, you see,’ she said quietly, still looking at her foot. ‘I want it to be okay for you.’
Then she looked up and saw his face at the end of the bed looking directly at her. He didn’t look angry or sad, just concerned. Finlay reached out and unravelled the sheet as she sat there, wanting to run away or throw up or both.
Sylvie closed her eyes for a moment as she felt him touch her foot.
‘It’s what makes you perfect, is this little imperfection, it’s what makes you, you,’ he said gently as she opened her eyes, blinking back her tears. ‘And it’s why, when you stop masking how you feel, it makes me love you even more… you silly old bag.’ She smiled for a moment as he tilted his head to one side. ‘And furthermore, your feet are so tiny it’s any wonder no one really notices though I can tell the sign of a bunion is beginning.’
She kicked his hand away and covered her foot again as he burst out laughing and she knew her decision was right.
All for the love of Finlay Chambers.
Sixty Four
‘What you do to Sylvie? Type of decrepit sex act that make her lose tongue?’
‘Decrepit?’ Finlay said, sha
king his head as he concentrated hard on reading an email while enjoying the morning sunshine hitting his face.
‘You know, when it wrong,’ Samina replied, shaking her head as if he was thick.
‘Depraved sex act, I think is what you’re trying to say and in answer to your question, I would never submit her to anything she didn’t want to do.’
‘You force her to do bad thing that why she look… she look like she think hard. Every time she look at me, I know she guilty. I can tell.’
He sat there and looked at Samina for a moment realising she was right.
‘Is she doing that to you too?’ he said, before frowning. ‘I think this whole situation is getting on top of her.’
‘You get on top of her too much and she not think straight,’ the old woman sighed before lurching forwards and sitting on his desk.
Finlay looked down and noticed she was wearing white socks with her flip flops and it reminded him of what happened with Sylvie the previous weekend. He let out a little impromptu sigh.
‘You love sick Finlay Chambers, that why you not sell your share and let us suffer in short term. What we do when we have no job, aye?’ Samina asked, frowning before flicking her scarf across her shoulders. ‘And Sylvie say be nice to Stephen as he not bad man but I tell you, he is bad mad as he get me into trouble with money.’
‘He made a mistake in recommending someone and Piers lost the money, not you and even so, you don’t have to be horrible to Stephen. He’s helping me at the moment and I’m deeply indebted to him.’
‘What he do? Spy on us for you?’ she said, leaning closer to his face. ‘You spy Finlay? You made jiggy with Sylvie so she go doolally?’
‘Doing jiggy with Sylvie makes me doolally,’ he laughed out before standing up to look out at the window at his woman talking to Matthew before he went on a delivery.
They’d not spoken that morning.
The last time they exchanged words was the previous night before he went back home. It had been a lonely night in his bed.
‘She up to something, I know,’ said Samina, full of authority. ‘Whatever it is she not say. You find out.’
‘What can she be up to?’ he replied, turning to see Samina’s scowling face. ‘I’m trying to help her, believe me, against my mother’s wishes.’ Then something crossed his mind. ‘And my mother has been acting strangely too. Maybe it’s something in the air.’
‘Finlay! I need to talk to you urgently!’ Toby announced, walking into the office before scowling at Samina. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be testing products or something?’
‘You not speak to me like that Toby Caplin! You know you a bad boy and try to touch me in a way which is uneducated.’ She then turned to look at Finlay. ‘He touched my tittie.’
‘I was giving you a hug! How was I supposed to know you’d taken your bra off and they were hanging around your waist?’ Toby said indignantly. ‘And don’t go pressing a grievance against me. It is I, who is grieved to have touched you.’
‘You want me. I can tell.’ She grinned at him for a moment before jumping off the desk. ‘I need man but proper one. I get Matthew and all be well.’
‘The only way you’ll get Matthew is if you cosh him over the head and handcuff him to your bed,’ sniggered Toby.
‘I prepare!’ she said and pulled out a pair of handcuffs which were attached to the top of her trousers before laughing. ‘I get big dildo and bash him on head on last day. Then you see who clever one.’
Samina walked out and downstairs as Finlay suddenly realised they were all preparing for the worst. He let out a frustrated sigh and knew he couldn’t allow the company to be cast aside.
‘Bro, we need to talk,’ Toby said seriously before sitting at Sylvie’s desk. ‘Sly isn’t exactly making any sense and we have four weeks before mumsy decides to throw me back onto the heap of unemployed. Do you know what’s going on?’
‘I don’t,’ he honestly replied. ‘Every time I ask our mother about it, she doesn’t want to talk especially in front of Piers and Sylvie seems totally distracted. I think she might have given up. I know she sent out lots of emails but the larger companies want all or nothing. Poor thing seems disheartened.’
‘She looks pretty happy to me,’ frowned Toby. ‘Too bloody happy! Can’t you upset her and then she’ll focus?’
‘Focus on what?’ Sylvie asked, making Finlay jump as Toby went bright red. ‘I am totally focussed, thank you very much, and I’m looking after your best interests, all of you.’
‘How?’ Finlay asked, seeing she glanced away. ‘You have four weeks and two working days to find someone but you’re not letting on anything.’
‘Hello Finlay,’ Sylvie smiled and he noticed the way she was looking at him, which he found completely distracting. ‘I’ve not seen you since yesterday.’
‘I know,’ he grinned and, for a moment, the world felt as if it had stopped.
‘Oh please!’ groaned Toby. ‘All this love shit is making me feel rather nauseous and well… to be honest… I need to know if I have a job or not. Actually, we all need to know if there are jobs at Macdonald’s to tide us over.’
Finlay noticed Sylvie’s smile turn immediately to stone.
He was getting to know when the mask was coming up to disguise her deep concern. Not tearing his eyes away from her, he examined the way she bit her lip before pushing her hair away from her face.
‘Everyone in this company comes first. You don’t have to worry about that. Macdonald’s will have to wait until next year,’ she said cheerfully before walking to Toby and kissing him on the forehead.
Finlay noticed how his brother closed his eyes and smiled before seeing the cheeky git try and squeeze her arse before receiving a hard slap.
‘What?’ Toby said, holding his hand. ‘That’s assault!’
‘And touching my backside is harassment,’ she laughed back before giving him another hug. ‘Toby, you are luckier than the others, you have your parents and Finlay to look after you, so you don’t need to worry.’
‘But I love this place. I’m so happy here and I don’t want it to end,’ he said earnestly and for a moment Finlay noticed tears spring to his woman’s eyes, which made him gulp down his own sadness before glancing away.
‘Whatever happens I’m doing it for the love of the people who work here. Their interests come first and I have to think logically about all of this. But I have to be realistic. Yes, we’re doing well now but what about in the future? It’s too much of a responsibility which I never expected to have.’
She let out a massive sigh and Finlay immediately knew something was up.
‘It sounds as if you’re thinking of making a deal?’ Finlay gently said, watching Sylvie grab his baby brother and hug him tightly. ‘Sly what are you up to?’
‘You two are rich little fuckers and the others, other than Rosalind and Samina, need to work, they need to know where the money’s coming from. They don’t have rich parents and I… well I have to think about someone buying the major percentage or…’ Sylvie looked straight at Finlay. ‘… I have to find an alternative which means no one loses out and we’re all happy.’
‘How are you going to do that?’ Toby asked, pushing Sylvie a little away before pulling her back in and grinning at his brother. ‘Whatever you decide you know I’ll stick by you.’
‘What are you thinking?’ Finlay asked and got up from behind his desk to walk closer to the canoodling couple.
‘Four weeks and two days. That’s all I have. You should know, in reality, it’s a matter of weeks. Then there’s the announcement on the web if things are changing. Plus I have to cancel orders and deliveries… I think it’s obvious that nothing’s going to happen and the place will close.’ Sylvie closed her eyes before smiling brightly. ‘But on the upside, we will have the best shut down party ever.’
Finlay looked at Toby who equally seemed shocked at what she was saying.
‘You’re not giving up on this, on us?’ Toby asked, holding
her shoulders.
‘Oh no! I’ll never give up on the Chamber Caplin boys, ever. You can trust me on that!’
He kissed up and down her back, a few days later and now knew she wasn’t doing anything to find a solution to the imminent closure. They were still operating as normal but everyone could see she was focussing on something. No one, including himself, could fathom out what.
‘Are you feeling okay?’ he gently asked, hearing her sigh.
‘I’m fine. Daisy’s with grandma and I’m in my own bed with you. Why shouldn’t I feel okay? I feel wonderful.’
‘I don’t want to talk business.’
‘Then don’t.’ He could hear her breathing getting heavier. ‘I want to go on holiday in August. Do you want to come with us?’
Finlay stopped in mid pucker before turning her around so he could make eye contact.
‘Do you trust me?’ he asked gently as she smiled and nodded. ‘Then tell me what’s up because I know something is.’
‘See my foot?’ Sylvie replied, wriggling her toes as he looked down. ‘I trust you to see that and to me, that speaks volumes.’ Her lips came closer to his as she kissed them. ‘Do you know how to wind down a company? I’ve got no idea.’
He buried his head in her neck and inhaled her sweet scent, realising she had given up which made him want to turn it all around for her. Even he knew how problematic the whole situation was.
Finlay knew he had to do something about it.
And fast.
‘So I was thinking about Spain,’ she said the following Monday morning as Finlay sat at his laptop frowning at the screen. ‘What are your feelings about the place?’
‘My feelings are that I’m really busy and you’re talking about a bucket and spade package, while I have to focus on other more pressing things,’ was the curt and very sexy reply before he looked up at her and smiled. ‘What does Daisy say?’
‘She says she wants to go to the South of France and I say we can’t because… well… I didn’t really give an excuse to be honest. Italy would be nice as well, don’t you think? I’d love to go to the Caribbean!’
