O’Grady
He smiled at the buck-naked woman who was lying beside him, trying to cuddle up to him. Barbara Watermann was beautiful, if you took into consideration the fact that multiple surgeries had helped her to continue to look young. Her breasts, small and pert, did not sag, because of surgery, there were no lines on her face, not even laugh lines and O’Grady thought of Bianca, her dimples and her youthfulness.
He had ended up in bed with Barbara; naturally, once she figured that he was no longer with Paige Hardy, she had been like a homing pigeon, hell-bent on getting him into bed, to trap him into marriage in the future.
So when she turned up at his office and dragged him out for lunch he had not resisted her strongly when lunch had ended up as a bedtime thing.
St Just had not been there and he had not sounded too keen on meeting Barbara for lunch. And the woman in question had also been disinterested in seeing St Just. He was too damned cold and all seeing at times, unlike O’Grady himself.
He had been a womanizer all his life and Barbara was used to getting her way.
Of course, the sex was nowhere close to the mind-blowing encounters with the Pet this morning and the night before. But…
Pushing away the guilt with a mighty shove, he returned to the present.
That had been one of the reasons he had broken off the relationship with her; Barabara was way too demanding. She wanted to marry him and parade around on his arm, showing the world that she was the wife of the most powerful men here.
And O’Grady did not want to be a trophy husband.
Besides, there was the small matter of St Just.
Any deal with O’Grady automatically meant that his brother was on board. He had discovered that in dear Bab’s plans, St Just was in the bedroom with them, was allowed to f*ck her along with O’Grady, but there was a clause.
Nothing would remain the same after they were married.
This was just a temporary phase and she was content to indulge the brothers now.
But once she had a ring on her finger, St Just would be out in the cold.
“I’m a One-Man woman, darling,” she had purred once, when she had got O’Grady alone.
“I won’t be shared, not even with that Angel Gabreil look alike over there,” and she had indicated the door through which St Just had exited.
O’Grady had bowed out when she made that clear. He wanted to share his woman, his wife, with his brother. It was just an automatic thing; neither of them had ever questioned it. They slid into a relationship, enjoying the same woman.
And it had been an assumed thing; when they got married, they would have just one wife, for the both of them.
Neither of the brothers had felt serious about any of the Pets they had kept. But somehow things were different with Bianca, he mused.
O’Grady rose from the bed where he had been lying with Barbara and strolled over to the bar. They were at her penthouse apartment, the one she leased when she came to town. He poured a shot of whiskey for himself and walked to the window, staring out over the city pensively.
Bianca Cruz, he thought as he relished the taste of the whiskey.
She with the full-throated laugh, the dimples and the beautiful mouth, the soft brown eyes with the specks of gold in them.
Her submissiveness was something that turned him on no end. F*ck, he wanted to keep her, and only her. Forever.
Barbara had come up behind him and she slid her arms around his thick, muscled waist and bit his shoulder.
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re miles away, big boy?” she said in her lovely, polished voice.
But there was something hard and unpleasant about her tone that put him on edge.
Her hands snaked out to stroke his flaccid member, but O’Grady stepped to the side, avoiding her skilfully.
She had pleasured him in bed, s*cking him, going down on him and making him come. But he had kept thinking of Bianca, her artlessness, her eagerness to please…and he had felt as though he was betraying her.
The ejaculation as Barbara worked her charms on him, had been automatic. He had felt, absolutely nothing, when this beautiful woman classy and sophisticated, he climbed on top of him, had easily impaled herself on his thick c*ck and had moaned and come.
And O’Grady had shut his eyes and recalled how little Bianca’s tight pus*y had felt around his thick member; how she had whimpered as she felt the stretch of her core muscles as she tried to slide on top of him. Her eyes, were wide and damp as she swallowed the tears of pain as he thrust into her.
Sweet Jaysus, the girl had been so tight, not like this woman, who had been easy to slide his c*ck into …
She had sensed his lack of interest and O’Grady knew that she was annoyed.
Now she dug her nails into his arm and hissed, her eyes narrowed in fury,
“Aren’t I good enough for you, baby? Is there someone else?”
He said nothing, throwing his head back and draining the tumbler instead.
Bianca was just a Pet, wasn’t she?
They would discard her and move on, so he needed a wife at his side, someone who he could parade on his arm when he was in the higher echelons of society…
As for Bianca, she might find someone else, a younger man to settle down with; that is, if she did not become another man’s mistress.
Somehow neither of the thoughts’ appealed to him.
*
Sighing, he faced the truth; Little Bianca Cruz was a nobody.
He turned to Barbara and kissed her hard, his hands running over her body.
She was a full time financial analyst, with her own show on one of the top channels in the country. It would be regarded as an achievement if eh got her to become his wife.
And the woman was dying to marry him. As or the arrangement with St Just, well, he would put his foot down, wouldn’t he?
He gripped her short red hair and smiled wolfishly, knowing that she was melting already.
“Nah, business worries, baby…come back to bed…” he growled against her mouth and the woman was temporarily appeased.
But Barbara Watermann was nobody’s fool. Her inner instincts were on high alert.
She would find out what O’Grady was hiding, she vowed as she allowed him to kiss her, to fondle her and then, she was carried away as he entered her forcefully, riding her hard.
Bianca
She texted Barry, saying that she would be a little late, as she was joining her colleagues for a night out a the pub.
His immediate response bothered her.
‘You inform the Boss?’
She scowled, Standing in the washroom cubicle, she did not want to acknowledge the feelings of unease she felt when she thought of St Just and O’Grady. The second man in particular. Tossing her chin, she shot back a response.
‘NO’
There was a pause and then Big Barry’s cryptic answer made her bite her lip.
‘Better do it.’
Bianca shook her head in annoyance and then, to be on the safe side, she texted St Just.
“I’m going out for drinks with the guys from my office. Hope its ok.”
She waited for a while. There was no response.
Shrugging, she left the washroom and joined Mal and Roger who had been waiting for her.
Simmons stood in his cubicle, watching them leave. Then he picked up the phone and dialled Cahill.
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