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Every time I look in Addie’s direction, she sitting next to that asshole, usually talking to him in hushed tones and barely spares me a glance.
So, being at home works. And when I need a document that’s not available electronically, they send it over by courier at the end of the day. I’ve been talking to the other architects by email, phone, and it works really well.
Mercy took yesterday off, and I was completely on my own, but she came in this morning and is staying until Kyle gets home. Which means I was able to go for a run.
I used to play Rugby every Sunday, but I haven’t had the time in almost three months, so my runs have been extra hard and fast. Today I pushed myself while Beyoncé pumped loudly in my ears. Hey, what can I say? I’m a huge fan.
When I got home, I took a long shower while Mercy was still there. My flat had been the one indulgence I’d allowed myself and my bathroom was the room that made me want to buy it. Huge by London standards, the shower takes up the entire back wall. The dark gray, glass tile of the feature wall gives a stark contrast to the white tile in the rest of the bathroom.
I turned on the eight powerful sprays and overhead rain shower-head, letting it steam up while I stripped.
When I stepped into the cavernous space, big enough for two, my thoughts drift to Addie. I still can’t get the taste of her pussy off my tongue. I can’t forget how she sounded when she screamed my name as she came. Or how I had planned to fuck her when I’d finished eating her. My dick starts to get hard and I grab it with my soap-slicked hand while leaning back against the shower wall.
I close my eyes and let the fantasy run free. I think about her in this shower with me, sitting on that bench with me between her thighs, her knees pulled up so that her pussy is on display for me.
My fist moves up my cock, my grip tightening as I remember how dark and wet she was when I was lying between her legs that Sunday afternoon. I know if she was in this shower with me, I’d throw her legs over my shoulder and eat her while I finger fucked her pussy with my index finger and her ass with my thumb.
I don’t know if she’s into that, but I have a feeling that between Addie and me, nothing would be off limits. My hand moves faster, up and down my cock as I think about her coming on my fingers and face, before I pull her sexy little body up so that I can fuck her against the glass door of the shower while I watch us in the mirror.
And fuck, that thought is enough to send me into an orgasm which comes much faster than I expected. I shoot out all over the wal
l and watch as the shower spray washes it away. This about as good as it’s going to get when it comes to Addie, and as pathetic as it may sound, it was pretty fucking good.
I step out of my bedroom feeling relaxed. I could hear Henry’s high pitched giggle, and I am glad Mercy has gotten him in a good mood as she gets ready to hand him over to me for the night.
“Mercy, thanks for staying and giving me a chance to get that shower in…”
My words died in my throat, and I stopped mid-stride at the scene which greets me.
The source of my torment is kneeling on my living room floor with Henry between her knees, tickling him and making faces at him while he screams laughter back at her. Her sweet, wool clad ass is pointed straight in my direction; her head whips around when she hears me walk in.
And just like that, the relief and relaxation I found in the shower is gone. The source of my torment is right in front of me. What the hell is she doing here? Where the hell is Mercy? What the fuck is going on?
September 17, 2014
“Hi Simon,” she says as she stands up. She looks perfect. As always. She is wearing slacks and a very light green sweater that looks like it can’t be very warm. In fact, I can see straight through to the black camisole she is wearing underneath it.
With her hair falling in dark waves over shoulders, her face almost free of make up with her striking eyes, wide and staring up at me, she is a vision.
Her ever present gold pendant winks at me as the lights from my ceiling fixture hits it, and I’m distracted for a second. I wonder about that pendant. She wears it every day; I’ve never seen her without it.
She starts to speak, and I force myself to focus on what she is saying. “—said she had to go, so I was just waiting for you to get out of the shower.”
I cut her off. “Where is Mercy?”
She looks at me with a blank stare.
“Henry’s nanny? I am assuming she let you in?” I prompt.
Her eyes spark with recognition. “Oh yes, she left as soon as I arrived. She said she had to go, and asked me to wait while you were in the shower.”
She says this as if it explains why she is here. I realize she is not going to say anything else. “Addie, what are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?”
She startles and snaps her fingers. “Uh. Yes, yes, about that. I was leaving the office and Rohit said they needed to get these to you…” She pulls a huge legal sized envelope out of her purse and hands it to me. I put them down on the table while she continues to talk.
“I offered to drop them off.” She ends this absolutely illogical statement with a smile of a person who just answered the double jeopardy question correctly. I smell something fishy.
“Addie, they send these documents to me by courier normally. My house is not on your way home; in fact, it is very far out of your way. So, your answer doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.”
