Page 2 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“Good. I’m glad it’s over. Now we can go public,” Isaid.
“Thank fuck forthat.”
A mystery benefactor had lodged fifty thousand pounds with my solicitor, some months previous, to entice Scott to a quick and painless divorce. I, and the solicitor, had yet to discover whom that benefactor was. However, Scott wasn’t having any of it. He wanted more. I’d been promoted to a job at twice my previous salary—and he’d had to resign from his—working under me wasn’t practical for either of us. In the end, he’d had to accept theoffer.
He’d resisted, argued, called me all the names he could think of, slandered me, accused me of sleeping my way into my position, and generally made my life hell. For that reason, and after days of arguing with Mackenzie about it, I’d wanted our relationship to stay quiet. I had no doubt Scott would use it as fuel to verbally abuse memore.
Scott had always believed I’d slept with my previous boss, Jerry. And when Mackenzie bought Jerry’s company, he transferred the assumption. He was wrong where Jerry was concerned, but spot on withMackenzie.
Mackenzie pulled me down to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into myneck.
“I’d have paid more,” he saidquietly.
“You’d…what?” Hechuckled.
“You lodged that money with my solicitor?” Iasked.
“I’d have paid anything, Lauren, to have that fucker out of yourlife.”
I shook my head. “I asked you about it and you deniedit.”
“Because we didn’t know where we were going at that point. And I knew you wouldn’t have acceptedit.”
“You can’t do things like that, not that I’m not grateful, of course. As soon as the apartment sells, you’ll get itback.”
“I don’t want it back. I wanted you and I wanted rid ofhim.”
“So you boughtme?”
“Is that what you reallythink?”
“No, dumbcomment.”
“It was. Now, if you want to repay me, you could wrap those lips of yours around mycock.”
“Mr. Miller, we are in the garden, in London. Withneighbours.”
“And? Like I said before, baby, you Brits have such an uptight attitude sometimes.” He winked atme.
I slid from his lap and crouched between his thighs. His eyes darkened, his lips formed a wicked smirk. I leaned up and ran my tongue down his chest, circling his nipple. When I bit down, I heard his hiss ofbreath.
I trailed my tongue down his stomach, then pulled away andstood.
“Anticipation, Mackenzie. Isn’t that what you always say? Now, excuse me but I have a job to getto.”
I laughed as I walked away, but my stomach clenched. I desperately wanted to stop and watch as he ran his hand down his stomach and under the waistband of hisshorts.
“Not fair,” I called over my shoulder. I loved watching him masturbate, and he fucking knewit!
I headed for a shower and prepared forwork.
* * *
Asleek Mercedesarrived to collect us for work. Although the company owned a fleet of pool cars, Mackenzie had decided he wanted one just for us. There was absolutely no point in trying to drive across London ourselves, and he wouldn’t venture on public transport. What it meant though was leaving the house an hour earlier than I’d been usedto.
“Morning, Dave,” I said, as I climbed in and greeted thedriver.
“Miss Perry, what a fine morning it is. Mr. Miller.” He nodded toMackenzie.
