Guy

 

After leaving Leilani’s office, I take the long route back to mine.  I wasn’t joking when I said she got under my skin, watching her sitting at her desk, her legs taunting me under that enormous glass desk. Her office is like her, larger than life but sleek in styling. Leilani always goes toe to toe with me, in life and in business both physically and literally. Since we’ve been working together I’ve seen a whole other side to her. I have known her for a few years now, when I became more senior at the firm, I attended more social events with the partners and their families. Leilani and Rayne were always together, forever each other’s plus 1.  I don’t think anybody could ever fathom how they remained unattached. Rayne always struck me as the one that would settle down first. She’s a subtle flirt, a classic beauty, and sharp as a tack. Leilani used to scare me, she always silences a room when she enters. She’s naturally tall, but that doesn’t stop her wearing massive heels. Today she must have been 6ft in her shoes, I’m 6’2 and she was hovering at my height. Some men are put off by how tall she is, must damage their manhood or something equally stupid. Me? I love it. Her hair is ridiculous, it’s almost at her waist, a jet-black curtain.

The first time I wrapped it around my fist (come on, it had to be done) I nearly came on the spot. She was on her knees taking every bit of me. I remember tugging her head as she did that folding thing with her tongue. Jesus she’s good. The memory of her ocean blues peeking up at me, a filthy smile on her face as she dragged the most satisfying nut out of me. We were celebrating getting Malachi out of trouble. It has been a long day and both of us were horny as hell. The adrenalin of the win was all we needed. We fucked all damn night. I didn’t know I had it in me, but Leilani just kept me going. She’s like no woman I have ever met before. Nothing like these spoilt socialite dimwit’s clambering for a ring and a new name. I don’t think Leilani would change her name if she ever got married – she’s a formidable force with a reputation she damn well deserves. I wouldn’t change my name either if I was her.  I suppose I could always become a Barros. Wait. What? Where the hell did that come from? Obviously, I have been in the car too long must have inhaled fumes. My phone kicks me out of my thoughts, it is an unknown number

“Guy Pearce Morgan”

“Hi Guy, it’s Millicent”

And just like that my balls have shriveled so far up inside me if I sneeze they’re likely to come out of my nose.

“How can I help?” I cannot think of anything else to say. I want to say what the fuck do you want but I refrain.

She inhales deeply, and I worry that given her nose, she’ll inhale her phone faster than a coke head let loose with a free gram.

“I wanted to talk to you about last night, thank you for rescuing me. I feel like I owe you”

Oh fuck off Millicent.

“Not a problem. I would do it for anyone” I hope that is blunt enough to hit home.

“That’s why are such a catch Guy, you are a real gentleman. Mother was rather taken with the pictures today, she says we look good together. I don’t suppose you’ve seen my twitter mentions, people are bombarding me with questions. They want to know how long we’ve been dating, I wanted to be coy, but I think we should be specific, you know. Maybe take it back to Trent Fitzgerald’s party”

I nearly crash my car when she sprouts that shit.

“Millicent, what the fuck are you talking about? We are not dating. We have never dated, we will never date. Why would I pretend we’re in a relationship?”

She inhales again and I straight up fear for my life. I worry that she will draw me through my phone with the help of sheer nostril power.

“No need to be quite so rude Guy. It will do you a favour too. I can be your beard”

I pull my car into the first space that I see, kind of like an F1 driver going in for a pit stop. I almost wish I had a handbrake that I could yank to ease some of the frustration.

“Millicent. Let me be clear. I need no favours from you. I have a girlfriend and am not gay so how about you stop this shit, stop wasting my time and just fuck off”

I hang up the phone and switch it off for good measure.  I cannot take anymore. A fucking beard? What is she on?

I swing out back into the traffic and make it back to the office in record time. Once I am safely in my office, I am grateful that we are straight in the boardroom to thrash out this deal. Three hours and $560m later we have a deal. As soon as the other side have vacated the building the entire floor erupts into applause. I stand there feeling like Wolf of Wall street.

“It was a team effort” I announce to the floor.

“Mr Fitzgerald started the negotiations and all we did as a team was finish it. Well done to each and every one of you”

I leave the euphoria and head into the sanctuary that is my office. I stop by the partners receptionists’ desk and ask her to order drinks in for the team. This is the part of my job I love, the being able to spread some joy (it helps that it’s tax deductible)

Dubiously I switch my phone back on. It lights up brighter than Regent Street at Christmas.

3 new voicemails. I know before I have even connected that one will be from Willie.

“Guy. It’s your father. You need to return this call as a matter of urgency. Esther has just spoken to Madeline and apparently you have upset Millicent terribly. I need you to rectify the matter but speak to me first.”

There is no point in listening to the other messages as no doubt one is from Millicent.

I flick through my laptop, not sure what I am looking for, but I know I need a distraction from calling Willie back. You can tell my father was a lawyer, he loves the sound of his own voice and will argue until the cows come home. I want to tell him about the meeting, the deal we have brokered but I know he won’t be happy. He wants me to be dealing with the criminal side of things, I know it disappoints him that I have chosen a different route but defending the guilty has never been something I ever wanted to do. I don’t want to be preparing for trials over and over again. I tried it and trained for it but it’s just not for me. Trent took me under his wing when Rayne started her business, we both worked on cases together, the entertainment side of law excited me more. My days are so varied. I travel a lot, I attend events in both a social and professional capacity, I fight the corner of who I want, if I don’t want to fight I don’t have to.  William Pearce Morgan was the complete opposite. He defended whom ever paid more. There are some of the lowest forms of society enjoying freedom because of him. When I made the decision to join the then Fitzgerald, Kohn and Jacobs, Willie was visibly annoyed. He tried to be supportive but failed. I was always grateful that Trent was on my side. He told me from the get go that I would take over from him one day. He was right.

Realising there is no point in putting off the inevitable, I press ‘Dad’ on my phone. Willie answers on the second ring.

“Guy.” He gruffs.

“Father. I got your message. Millicent has completely over reacted. I had a really important meeting to get to and she was just being irritating. She suggested we fake a relationship! Can you believe that? Anyway my meeting went really well, I have secure…”

Willie does me proud, he cuts me off when we get to work talk, bored no doubt.

“I don’t think a fake relationship would do either of you any harm. It is perfectly normal. You have known each other for years now, being thrown together will only force feelings and who knows she might be your soul mate” He barks laughter down my line. Shit. Is this life?

“Father, she might fit your ideal, but she is not mine. I am sorry if that is not what you want to hear but it’s the truth. I have to go now. Can you tell Millicent that I apologise if she was offended by our conversation, it was not my intention and I wish her well”

“Don’t be so final son, I think our two families coming together would be a stroke of genius. We would give everyone a run for their money. Don’t dismiss the idea just yet.  I will get Esther to organise a dinner in the next few days, so you and Millicent can talk this through.”

There is no point in arguing. I wish I could stand up to him, but he brow beats me every time. I silently hang up the phone. The euphoria I had moments ago has gone. All those people the other side of that door think I shit gold, but my own father just thinks I am shit.

Refusing to let him dampen my spirit I get stuck into work, because he doesn’t approve doesn’t mean I am crap at it. I am the best.

My intercom buzzes

“Yes?”

“Mr. Pearce Morgan, I have Mr. Fitzgerald on the line for you”

“Put him through”

Click

“Hello Trent”

“Guy, I have just heard the news and wanted to congratulate you. This is the break Guy. I knew we had a chance of pulling it off when I started this but knowing that you managed to get through every loop hole, every obstacle and come out so far on top. That is sheer brilliance Guy. I am so proud of you”

I wish with all I have that it was my father saying this but alas he’s too far up his own arse to see daylight.

“Thank you, Trent. That means a lot”

He chuckles, not the harsh laugh associated with Willie but a calm, warm noise that makes me smile.

“Guy. You’ve just pushed open every damn door in the entertainment business and demanded they know your name. Take it all in because this is the beginning of a whole new era.”

I hadn’t thought about what happens next. I hadn’t thought about what the world would think about the news. Having these two major players working together, it marries  East and West. It’s been done in film but in television? Nope. A movie trilogy budget for a television series? I pinch myself at the reality. Yes Guy, you did that!

“Who knows what will happen Trent. Just glad it’s over.”

“It’s far from over Guy, it’s the beginning. We should celebrate. I will see when Rose is free, and we can throw a little something here.”

“Sounds great Trent. Let me know.”

“Will do. Well done again”

With that he’s gone. How did those two conversations go so differently? I haven’t got time to dwell on it. The day is disappearing, and I need to get ahead with Malachi’s case.

My day improves considerably. The team enjoy an early finish and a few drinks on the company. Rayne has made massive headway on a cause for Malachi and it’s the weekend!

I get back to my apartment and pour myself a brandy. It’s a mild night given the time of year and I take advantage of my roof terrace. I kick back on my recliner and watch the world below. The River Thames is there, in front of me. It’s taunting me. I know a few miles west Leilani is probably in her house looking out on this same river. I love the calm feeling that I get hearing the gentle lapping of the water below. My family threw a fit when I moved to Putney. They live in Chelsea, Battersea is the furthest South they had been before I moved. Not only did I work in Barnes and not the city, but I also lived too far south. Destined to disappoint, that’s me. Before I can wallow any further, my phone pings. Leilani.

“Congrats on the deal. It’s just been announced on the news. Can’t believe you didn’t get a name check. Good publicity for the firm though! Hope you’re celebrating. Lei x”

I knock back my drink and call her.

“Want to brag in person do ya? A text not good enough”

Hearing her voice stamps out that lonely feeling I had. She’s familiar and safe.

“Come over Lei”

I say it before I think about what I am saying.

“Are you OK PM?” There’s concern in her voice that surprises me.

 I wish she wasn’t so clued up on me.

“I will be if you come over” I almost whisper it, in case she declines, this woman has me spun 100 different ways. I could just call up someone else if she does say no but if I am honest? I’d rather be alone than have someone else here.

“Be there in 30 minutes. Text me the postcode and car park code again please”

“Why don’t you just save it in your phone Leilani?” She has come here at least twice on her own, every time she asks the same question.

“Because it’s effort and we always say this time is the last so I don’t need it taking up valuable GB in my phone babe!”

The babe is sarcastic, said in a different tone. Typical Leilani. I send a quick message her way with the info.

“Sent it. Do you want something to eat, I am about to order food”?

She thinks for a minute.

“What you getting? Count me in for Noodles, Curry or Pizza”

I hadn’t decided what to get, but it’s going to be one of those now.

“Wagamama?”

“Oh yeah. And wine. Give me wine.” I reckon she’s going to get a lot more than wine.

“Deal. See you soon”

She hangs up and I look around my space. Thank God I have a cleaner. Calling up Deliveroo on my phone, I laugh at how routine this is, I click on the last order I made and reorder. I remind myself that we called ourselves a habit, not a relationship. We have a working relationship and a habit of shagging like rabbit’s. Remembering that conversation makes me smile even more. Leilani is the female version of me. I drop my suit jacket into the basket for the dry cleaners, mid-way through removing my cuffs my phone chimes. I think for a minute it might be Leilani cancelling

“Hello”

“Hey Guy, it’s Rayne, is this a bad time?”

I drop my cuffs into the tray on my dresser and head back into the sitting room.

“No, you’re good. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just have news that I want to share”

Rayne is the most excitable person I know. She is infectious in her spirit and you cannot help but get carried away on her crest of enthusiasm.

Sipping my drink, I allow her to spill. “I am all ears”

“Well, I have just had a Zoom meeting with Connor and Malachi and we’ve cracked it. Firstly, I am genius putting them together. They have more in common than we initially realised. Anyway, they want to start a foundation of mentorship, but not the usual ‘Big Brother’ style more of a residential foundation. Offering vulnerable young males a place to be safe and learn about life. We haven’t figured out the details, but the working title is Lost Boys Society. AND we might have a lead on a property they can redevelop”

Typical Rayne style she barely pauses for breath. I take the opportunity as she swallows to interject.

“That’s a great start Rayne. If you send me over the outline of the proposal, I can see what we need to have implemented to get it started and also what obstacles we might face. It’s not going to be something that happens overnight but with the right people working on it, we can get this moving fairly quickly. I will have a look over things this weekend and get it assigned on Monday”

Rayne squeals so loudly down the phone, I temporarily lose my hearing.

“This is going to be such an amazing opportunity Guy! Not only will this shine a great light on Malachi, but it will do some much good for the communities. This could be huge if we start it right”

“It will Rayne, there is nobody better than you to be handling this” I am not blowing smoke up her arse, I mean it.

“Thanks Guy. I am so excited about this, I don’t know if it’s the personal connection or not, but this doesn’t feel like work, it feels like an opening, does that make sense?”

“It does. Hey Rayne? I am glad we get to work together on so much, as stressful as everything has been, it put a lot into perspective for me”

“I hear that. You, me and Leilani make a formidable team, don’t we? I would have never put us all together”

She has no idea how true that statement really is.

“Neither would I but we work”

My door bell interrupts us.

“Hold on Rayne”

Thinking it’s the food, I grab my wallet and swing the door open. It is the food with a side of Leilani.

She struts through my door, slipping past me and into the kitchen and dumps the food on the worktop

Almost like a lost puppy I follow behind her. My phone is still attached to my ear, but I momentarily forget. Leilani is in my physical and my head space.

With her back to me she starts a rant

“Why are delivery men…”

“What did you say Guy” Rayne chimes in my ear as Leilani is mid vocal.

 

I pull up behind her and clamp my hand over her mouth. She lets out a muffled noise, and for a second, I think she is going to scream or resist until she rolls her hip and starts to grind against me.

With my hand still over her mouth, I tilt her head back just far enough to expose her neck – the thing with Leilani is she’s so receptive, I don’t need to apply too much pressure, just enough to get her moving in the right direction. I get as close to her ear as I can

“Rayne is on the phone, so unless you want your best friend to know I am about to fuck you senseless you need to keep your mouth closed for 5 minutes... just 5.”

I nip her ear to punctuate my statement. Leilani doesn’t say anything but keeps her body against mine. I remember that Rayne is on the phone and divert my attention. To be completely honest with you, I don’t give a shit if Rayne finds out. Leilani and I are both single.  It is only because Leilani looks like she is about to melt down every time I joke about Rayne finding out that I honour her wishes.

“Sorry Rayne, my dinner was just delivered”

“Yum! What have you got?”

I drop my hand from Leilani’s mouth and snake my way down her front, she effortlessly parts her legs, granting me the access I need to plunge two fingers straight into her.

Before you start, Leilani is always ready for me, I have never met a woman whose sex drive matched mine – she has also turned up at  my house in just my jumper and her running tights. No underwear no make-up – her intention was to get naked and sweaty. Trust me.

As Leilani grinds against my intrusion, I answer Rayne

“Kare Burosu, Bang Bang Cauliflower, Tama Squid, Greens and Seafood Ramen”

“Jheez Guy, that’s enough food for a small village, can’t believe you eat that cauliflower thing as well, thought Leilani was the only person that ate it!”

There’s questioning tone in her statement, but I am far too distracted by Leilani tightening around my fingers to care about it. As much as my intention was only get Leilani ready for me, she’s taking what I am giving and  so much more.

“Nope, I like to eat it” I reply to Rayne, completely on autopilot because all I can think about is getting Leilani stripped of these running tights things that she’s got on and have her naked and screaming my name. Leilani clearly agrees as she’s leaned forward, opening up some more for me.

“Rayne, this is torture, I am salivating as I am taking to you. I need to get this in my mouth now”

Leilani has positioned herself flat against my worktop, as I work my two fingers inside her she’s rubbing her clit against my palm. I want to stop her, make her slow down, but the fact she’s as turned on by this scenario as I am, allows me to let her keep going.

Gentle murmurs are escaping Leilani and I know from experience she’s not far. Rayne says something through a giggle that sounds like goodbye and I hang up and throw my phone down.

With both hands now free, I drag the back of her running tights down, exposing her fully from behind. There’s no time for conversation, the friction of her grinding against my hand is sending jolts of heat directly to my already engorged cock.

This isn’t our first rodeo. We discussed protection early on in this habit. She trusts me to be safe and I trust her equally.

I wanted to tease her, I wanted her to be begging me. How the tables have turned.

I promise, I wanted to go in slowly to bathe in the warmth that her pussy has just for me, but I don’t go slow. The second her greedy little pussy feels my head close, she takes me in all the way.

“Fuck Guy”

It’s only the second thing she’s said since she got here, and I am only too happy to oblige.