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“I can kiss you here, in front of all your new colleagues, who are trying their hardest not to stare right now, or I can travel down with you and kiss you in private. Yourchoice.”
I stepped into the lift and pressed the button. “Anticipation, Mackenzie, it will be worthit.”
I heard him laugh as the doors closed and I travelled down, alone. I smiled the whole journey back to my apartmentblock.
There had most definitely been a shift in our dynamics. If I wasn’t confused before that day, I most certainly was now. He acted like we had a relationship, and maybe we did, perhaps what we had was his version of one. I made the decision that at some point over the weekend I would ask himoutright.
As I walked, I thought. We’d spoken the most over the previous few days, we’d done things a couple would do. Was that because he was more settled in his work? He hadn’t mentioned any travel in the near future. With Alex managing his U.S. operations, I guessed he felt a little more relaxed, not itching to jump on aplane.
“Miss Perry, you have a parcel,” I heard. As suspected, sitting on the security desk was a brown box, and I wondered whether they actually had ascanner.
“Thank you,” I said, as I collectedit.
I took the lift up to my floor; while I did I sent Mackenzie atext.
8090 – door code, should you ever arrive unannounced, and I’m in the shower orsomething.
I chuckled as I repeated the words he’d said tome.
I hope you are in the shower; I’ll walk in, naked, and fuck you there.Was hisreply.
Is that on your list ormine?
If I told you I wanted to fuck you in every room in my house, I want your scent everywhere, does that make me sound like I have anaddiction?
I was at my front door when I read that, I nearly dropped mykeys.
It does, I think I should be scared. You appear to be addicted to sex.Ireplied.
I’m addicted toyou.
I’d only just made it over the threshold when those words brought me to a complete halt.I’m addicted toyou.
My fingers shook as they hovered over the keyboard. I didn’t reply, not sure what tosay.
I placed the box and my mobile on the kitchen table. I was itching to open it but decided to wait. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be opening italone.
I took a shower, shaved my legs and armpits, washed my hair and piled it on top of my head to dry naturally. I pulled on a pair of pyjamas and made myself a sandwich. I sat looking at the box for ages. I’d left my laptop at work but decided to check my emails and connected via my tablet. I noticed an email from mysolicitor.
I opened the email and read. I screwed my forehead, not understanding the words. I read again. My solicitor had received an anonymous letter offering a settlement amount, higher than I would have offered, to Scott, in return for a quick, no complication divorce. The donor also offered to pay all fees. She confirmed an amount of money had been transferred to her account, ready to be sent on to Scott on completion of ourdivorce.
I replied to her immediately asking if she had any information on who the donor was. I wasn’t expecting a reply, but got an automated ‘out of office’ one. I’d have to wait until the morning. I leaned back in my chair. Had that been from Mackenzie, or Jerry even? It had to be someone with access to fifty thousand pounds, because that’s all Scott was entitled to. The email said an amount higher, and then add the fees. How did they know who my solicitor was? Both Mackenzie and Jerry had been to my apartment, could one of them have copied the details? I wasn’t sure whether to be angry or relieved. I wasn’t taking charity, I didn’t need anyone to pay off Scott, but it sure took a weight off my mind with regard to selling my apartment. If I could find out who it was, I’d pay themback.
I closed down my emails, not bothering with the rest, and made myself a cup oftea.
I had settled on the sofa, having put the email to the back of my mind, and was watching a movie when I heard a knock on my apartment door. I smiled as I rose. I opened the door and my smilefroze.
Before I could react, a fist hit me on the cheek. I was knocked backwards, landing heavily on myarse.
“You fucking bitch,” a very drunk Scottslurred.
He aimed a kick at me, catching my hip as I rolled to one side. I cried out. He reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair. I stretched my arm up to the consul table, using my fingers to find the intercom phone before he dragged me backwards. I grabbed it and pressed the orange call button. I screamed down forsecurity.
I received a punch to my head, I curled as tight as I could and covered my head with my arms. Then he was pulled off me. I kept my arms covering my head, my knees curled into my chest. I heard Scott shouting as he was dragged away, his voice getting distant as the lift door closed. For a few minutes it was quiet but I didn’tmove.
“Miss Perry,” I heard. I peered through a gap between myarms.
One of the security guards was kneeling beside me. “I’ve called the police,” he said. I nodded and then started to sob. “I think I need to call the paramedicstoo.”
