Page 74 of Game Changer

I keep up the rhythm of thrusting my fingers in and out of her and sucking and licking at her clit. All the while still taking care of myself. As her muscles tighten around my fingers, I move my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself. I wring the last possible dregs of her orgasm from her. Pulling my fingers out of her I slick the wetness up her inner thigh. And then I’m right there with her. Unfortunately, I come so fast and hard that I can’t contain it in my hand, and I grab the first thing I can find to catch it. Zara’s wet dishcloth.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as my dick throbs and the sensation of the cold wet cloth makes me shiver. “Won’t be using that cloth again,” I pant, laying my head against Zara’s shoulder.

“Hellooo. Is there someone in here? I can’t get this door open. I think this is jammed again.”

It’s our housekeeper Helen, and Zara and I take in the absolute state of ourselves. She’s sprawled all over the worktop, one breast still out and her bare bottom half spread wide open for the world to see. I look like a fucking teenage boy who’s just woken from a wet dream.

“Fuck,” Zara whispers and jumps down from the counter. She fixes her boobs back into her bra and pulls on her leggings. I take my T-shirt off and hold it down in front of me to hide the wet patches all over the front of my trousers.

“We good?” I ask quietly and she nods.

We make our way to the door, and I throw the dishcloth into the bin on the way. I lift the bar stool quietly away from the door and open it as if nothing untoward was going on. Helen is in the hallway with her phone in her hand obviously about to make a call to get the door unjammed.

“Sorry Helen we were, um, just doing a little cleaning,” Zara says far too eagerly.

Helen looks us both up and down and narrows her eyes at us. “Uh huh,” she says as she strides past us. And without even looking back she mutters, “and I’m Lady Ga Ga.”

We both look at each other wide eyed and burst out laughing. This is going to be a fun filled life with her, my wonderful, beautiful, talented best friend. I’m happy and I’ll never feel lonely again. Not now the missing piece to my puzzle is firmly in place by my side.

* * *

I’m sitting on the bed, swapping between scrolling through Twitter and watching Zara fix her hair and makeup, when Shelly calls.

“Ooh its Shelly,” I say flipping the phone to speaker. “Hey Shelly.”

Zara turns and smiles listening in.

“Hello my lovely. I have some news for you regarding Annalise.”

The mention of her name sends chills through me. That manipulative little bitch almost cost me the vision I have sitting in front of me.

“Oh. Good news hopefully.”

“Yes. Very. She’s had her lawyer send a formal apology to you. I’ll send you over a copy. It says that she takes full responsibility for the lies she concocted, and that she’s taking steps to rectify her behaviour. She’s blaming it on exhaustion and media scrutiny. But, get this, she’s only gone and checked into a drug and alcohol rehab facility in Nevada. There’s more to the story than she’s letting on. And if she has addiction issues then it could explain a lot of things.”

“Hmm. I’m glad she’s getting help but I can’t say I feel sorry for her. She could have ruined my career and Zara’s life. She knew exactly what she was doing. So, I assume we can make this apology public then?”

“Yup they didn’t ask for it to be kept private. I’m sending out a press release later today. I’ll have to make it look good, so we’ll go with the old faithful. You’ll accept her apology and wish her well in the future, yadda. You must appear sympathetic to her plight. All this benefits you and makes you look like the better person. Obviously, we already know you are, but she has some weird die-hard fans and I’ve come across people like them before. It’s best to keep them on your side.”

“You know what you’re doing. I’ll trust your judgement. How’s the new office by the way?”

“Fabulous. It’s going to take me a couple of weeks to get all my promo for the new agency completed. I’m running interviews for staff this week. You’re a lucky man Buckie. You’re the only client I’ll be working with personally.”

“Woo hoo. Good to know.”

“Well, if it weren’t for you, I’d never have got off my backside and done this for myself. You’ll always be my special one.”

“Aww thanks Shelly. See I told you I was special,” I say smiling at Zara who rolls her eyes and groans.

“Shelly don’t make his head any bigger than it already is.”

“I know I should have known better. Is he sitting there all full of self-importance now?”

“Like the cat that got the cream. While I have you here, did you think about what we discussed the other day?”

I look at Zara questioningly. I had no idea these two had been chatting.

“I did, and it’s a yes.”

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