Page 7 of A Stolen Christmas

“I know I can't talk you out of this, but make sure you don't do anything that will see you in a criminal court. I’m being serious,” he barked when I began to grin.

“Tell me, Seth, what would you have done if Kat had tried to go through with the divorce,” I said and watched him grow indignant before he stood up.

“That was different,” he said, trying to justify whatever sick plan he’d concocted, but his flustered appearance was enough to confirm that he certainly wouldn't have remained within the confines of the law.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

We were brothers, after all. I was simply more honest with myself, while Seth portrayed himself as the voice of reason. It seemed as well as identical looks that we had some identical traits, not that Seth would admit it.

“I’ve got an appointment. Catch you later,” he said before quickly exiting my office.

I picked up my phone and checked Sirah’s location. She was still in the building as it was too early for lunch. My daily glimpses of her kept me going. I wondered if she had used all her special shampoo and body wash. It hadn't been easy concealing it all, but after adding some water and shaking the bottles, she should have got an equal distribution of my cum over her hair and body.

With a heavy sigh, I opened my top drawer to pull Sirah’s black silk and lace panties out. The delicate material had been severely molested over the past few weeks. Sadly, the scent of her pussy was long gone. I needed her back in London. I missed following her in person. Cyberstalking was a short-term fix.

Once she returned to London, I had November and December planned. With a series of ‘unexpected’ encounters, I could infiltrate her life, all while Warner took care of the divorce. The feral mother-in-law would come in handy. Once the divorce was complete, Lillian would be paid handsomely, and no one would be none the wiser. Ryan would return to his womanising ways, and I would have Sirah in my house for Christmas.

Chapter 5

Sirah

I lifted the embossed card that was stuck between my mail. It was a solicitor’s business card with the name Warner Reid on it. I checked the back of it, but it was blank. The firm name wasn’t one that I was familiar with, Irwin Reid & Associates.

I was about to throw it away, but something in my gut stopped me. I had a shortlist of divorce attorneys, but they were all very expensive. I opened the sideboard drawer and put it to the side.

A sharp knock on the door startled me, and I froze when I saw Irene’s face peering through the glass. I saw the hostility seeping out of the evil witch’s pores as soon as she saw me. My heart dropped to my stomach, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

What was she doing here? And how did she find my new address?

“Open the door. I need to speak to you,” she shouted while stabbing her finger against the pane of glass.

My fear gave way to anger. I was sick of their harassment, and after my moving around, it was time to sever all ties with the Taylor name.

“Go away, Irene. I have nothing to say to you,” I said, placing my mail on the sideboard and walking towards the door.

She frowned, put her hand over her eyes and had the cheek to look into my house.

“You left my boy and got this new house. You are the one who was up to no good. My boy is heartbroken,” she said once she finished inspecting the inside of the open-plan kitchen, dining, and reception area. “Who have you got in here with you?”

I couldn't blame her suspicion because when I got an email notification of a mews house to rent in an affluent area, I thought it was a scam, but when I phoned the letting company, it was all legitimate. I must have read through the terms of the lease a dozen times.

It was a slice of heaven within a bustling city, and I immediately snapped it up. The thought of living under the same roof as Ryan had made me ill, but living with my parents wasn't what I needed. I unblocked Ryan’s number before messaged him while standing at the door. He was the only one who could have given her my new address.

Me:You had better tell your mother to leave my house before I call the police on her.

I pulled the photos that I had received of him fucking another woman and placed them against the window for the witch to see. I began to flick through them for her benefit.

“I can play you the video, too,” I said loudly as her eyes narrowed on my phone.

I could only hope she tripped and fell off the balcony she stood on. The height would do enough damage to maim her without killing her. It was too early for a Christmas miracle, but a girl could dream.

“You probably drove him to it so you could divorce my son. I know what you are, and I warned him,” she screeched after she saw her son’s naked ass fucking one of his three women.

I smiled at her before I found the video and played it for her.

“This footage will make the divorce much easier,” I said as her eyes dropped to my phone screen. “I’m lucky to get out while I can because he has a pretty average-sized dick. It probably shrivelled up when he came out and saw who his mother was and never recovered from the horror.”

She began to scream profanities, and it was all amusing until she picked up the chair and was about to hit my window with it when a man appeared out of nowhere. He pulled the chair from her, but she wouldn't let go. I was fascinated by the tug of war. The dark-haired bearded man towered over her and looked as if he could have snatched it from Irene easily, but she was too busy shrieking at him.

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