12
Elizabeth was going through the various keystrokes Garrett had placed that day. She watched from her laptop as he conducted meetings, surfed the web for answers to questions he had out of the blue. She waited, patient as a spider in a web. All she needed was proof he was doing something, anything, and she’d file it in court. In fact, the more evidence she had, the more she would be able to delay the trial and give herself an alibi for his death.
She’d told her dinner companion three days, but with more and more evidence stacking up, she’d extended it the two weeks left until Christmas. The more she had on Garrett, the better. She knew he’d been exorbitantly fond of Sarah, but the idea he was truly with the girl was one she hadn’t expected. Yet it made sense, didn’t it? Only the day after Sarah had begun working for the company, Garrett had written up the divorce papers.
No court would grant him the divorce he asked for within hours, no matter how much money he had. She didn’t need to press him so badly now, though her stipend had been one that had taken her off-guard. She was lucky that she’d been squirreling away a good amount into an offshore account, otherwise he might have really dampened her plans. Of course, she’d loved the excuse to go up and embarrass him in front of his new little tart.
Elizabeth checked the log for Garrett’s car, finding no unexpected trips, only that he’d gone out to get lunch twice rather than have it delivered, which was strange for him. Not strange enough to warrant cheating, especially as he’d been alone on those trips. Perhaps he’d gone to get them for himself with no prodding from Sarah, but she suspected he was definitely getting them for her.
She was almost ready to shut the laptop when a little chat window popped up on Garrett’s screen. It was a video message from Sarah. Sarah, who was supposed to be only in the office next to his. Garrett too seemed confused, watching the message blink for a moment. He hesitated, but clicked on it anyway. Sarah was in her chair, watching him through the screen. She had her legs thrown over either arm of the chair; causing her skirt to hike high up on her hips, and revealing lacy red panties. She wore a skin-tight dress in red with a black belt, a more couture Christmas-inspired outfit than the last, complete with black thigh-high boots and a Santa hat. She grinned mischievously at Garrett through the monitor, her hands running down her curves to accentuate them and draw attention to the fullness of her breasts, the way her middle came in to be a perfect hourglass. “Come finish what you started,” she purred seductively.
Elizabeth watched the mouse’s cursor tremble, and then the message was deleted, his screen going stagnant. As Elizabeth watched the blank screen, her heart thundering in her ears, she knew exactly what he was doing. She didn’t need to see them to know that Sarah had convinced Garrett into fucking the hell out of her.
Perhaps she ought to be hurt, upset. Heartbroken, even. But Elizabeth had not loved Garrett; she loved his wealth. All she felt was a mix of triumph over her proof, and an icy rage that this young slut had the audacity to touch what was hers. That Sarah Hemmings had dared to cause her so much trouble.
She wondered for a moment if she could have Mr. Townsend kill her as well, perhaps a sad, soppy suicide after the fact. She felt a wicked smile creep across her lips, and decided she’d go to the trouble of having cameras installed. She saved the blackmail material, and decided she’d go pay Sarah a visit after work.
*****
“Oh! Garrett!”
Sarah’s back arched as he ground into her again, once more filling her with himself. She gripped the back of her chair, her legs straining where he’d tied them to the chair’s arms with his tie and belt. He was glad he’d had the foresight to lock her office door, otherwise there would be no way to get her out of such a precarious position.
Sarah panted, looking down between them, where his manhood disappeared into her. She whimpered up at him, biting her lip and shivering slightly. He’d felt her orgasm rock her, and as he began to draw out of her, she whimpered again; she didn’t seem to like it when he pulled out of her. He stopped, staying where he was. He’d hauled the chair up to balance on its back legs while he held the arms of the chair just under her legs. It had been a rough workout, but one he’d found obvious and immense pleasure in.
Finally, he pulled free of her, watching his come run down to pool on the black leather of her chair. He set her down after, and worked to unfasten his tie while she worked on the belt. In a few seconds she was free, though she still trembled from the rough orgasm she’d already had. She sat back and watched him, her cheeks red and a small, satisfied smile on her face. “Sorry I distracted you,” she mused, giving him a smile that told him she wasn’t sorry at all.
“Uh huh. I’ll just bet you are.”
Sarah grinned up at him, though her expression changed almost instantly as a thought crossed her mind, and her eyes flicked to the clock. “If you don’t leave right now you’ll miss your appointment with your lawyer. You should have left ten minutes ago! “Garrett cursed and turned to leave, but stopped to turn and kiss her one last time. As he did, he jumped feeling her deft little fingers on his erection. He flushed crimson, realizing he’d completely and utterly forgotten to put himself away, which she did now.
“Go get ‘em.” Sarah winked, grinning after him as he left.
*****
Normally, she’d have had been left alone for the rest of the day at that point. The receptionists had taken the week off, and so she was alone on the top floor. She was working on a new press campaign, setting meetings for Garrett to be interviewed. They’d decided that a safe media outlet might be the best way to get the publicity that Elizabeth had created off the air. Airing something directly confrontational would only bring in the views for the news station. Doing an interview would help Garrett control the public view of him.
So when Sarah heard the elevator ding just a few minutes after Garrett had left for the day, she frowned. Had he forgotten something? Had someone managed to get up here by accident? She waited, listening for the door’s tell-tale slide, and for a long moment nothing happened. Someone must have hit the wrong button, as the elevator wouldn’t open without a card.
The doors whooshed open, and Sarah stayed very still. For a moment she thought of calling security, but she decided that was a bit unnecessary. The rabbit laid out on her desk just a few days prior was still fresh in her mind, but she waited, listening carefully. The clicking of heels sounded on the marble flooring.
Elizabeth McMillin was in her doorway in a matter of seconds, a small, ice-cold smile on her face. She was beautiful, willowy and elegant, every inch dripping with poise. She had a confidence and cool composure that had made her so very sought-after the decade previous. Sarah watched her with a thin smile, trying to feign friendliness.
“Hello, Ms. McMillin. Can I help you?” Sarah asked brightly. “Why yes, Sarah, you can. Quit fucking my husband.”
Sarah’s heart suddenly leapt into her throat and began to hammer. She’d never wanted this conversation; she’d never expected to have it! She swallowed, and opened her mouth to protest, when Elizabeth held up a hand to quiet her.
“You’re a good girl. Don’t lie. I’ve seen you two, just this afternoon. I saw the Skype call you sent him. You are a slut, aren’t you? Now listen, you slimy, little cockhound, if you touch my husband again, I won’t hurt you. I’ll hurt him. I’ll ruin every business partnership he tries to land. I’ll slander his name. I’ll file abuse reports and charges. Do not touch him again, do you understand? “Sarah stared in disbelief; her eyes wide and cheeks flushed. She’d seen that video!? How!? Sarah’s mind raced in ten different directions, her heart thundering and her stomach twisting into knots. Yet even with her fear, she narrowed her eyes right back. She’d never been one to back down. “You don’t love him. Don’t even act like you do!” she hissed. “How astute of you! No, I don’t. Something you’ll learn when you grow up is that sometimes people stay married for their own benefit. I love Garrett’s money, and that’s what I’m staying for. If I suspect you of touching him, I’ll not only let your father know, but I’ll have him arrested for not only beating me, but for harassing you into sex, and taking advantage of you. Your pleas of ‘no no, it wasn’t like that’ will simply be noted as survivor’s guilt. You have nothing no me, you little whore. Stay. Away. From. Garrett.”
Sarah could feel the tears behind her eyes, but she wouldn’t give Elizabeth the satisfaction of hearing or seeing her cry. She clenched her fists, anger rising in her chest. She wanted to strangle the woman. “He’s going to leave you anyway. He’s separated; now he just has to take the trash out. Since he isn’t here, I’ll politely ask that you take yourself out.”
Elizabeth laughed, her ice-cold grin turning manic as she watched the younger woman with a furious gaze. She turned away, pausing at the edge of the door to fix a sad-looking expression on the blonde. “What do you think he’s going to do when you tell him you can’t be with him? He’s going to run straight back to me, and I’ll run straight to his money.” She laughed as she left, her voice ringing off the walls all the way to the elevator.
Sarah sat in her chair, tears streaming down her cheeks. Just minutes ago she’d thought she’d never been happier, with Garrett holding her and kissing her goodbye as he left. Yet her ideas had been a fantasy, one that Elizabeth McMillin had dismantled entirely. She couldn’t risk her father finding out, or worse yet, Garrett’s business and livelihood becoming fuel for her fire. She would have to tell him that she couldn’t be with him. That she’d decided to pursue someone closer to her age and she no longer wanted him. She’d separate herself, put herself in a position where he’d know she was serious. Sniffling, she looked at her phone. It was the best way to do this, as she knew she couldn’t possibly tell him face to face.
TO: Garrett, I have something to tell you, I’ve been putting it off for a while. I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore.
I’m too young and I need someone my age.
Please don’t be mad, you can still be my uncle.
I just think we’ve had fun and it’s time for me to grow up.
Sorry, Garrett