Liar, Liar (14 page)

The rest of my day is spent trying to watch a movie while simultaneously forcing thoughts of Benny from my mind.

I succeed.

Barely.

That bitch has got a hide.

“It appears she was scheming this all along,” Barney tells me.

The news that Regina was planning to commence divorce proceedings herself has shocked me.  Given her reaction to my filing, I thought she was blindsided.  Perhaps she was, not by the divorce itself, but by the fact
I
instigated it.  

“Why would she try to get pregnant then?” I mutter.

“My guess is, she wanted you to look like an even bigger ass.  Knowing her character, I wouldn’t put it past her to have a plan worked out where she falls pregnant with your child and then divorces you, telling all her socialite friends you didn’t want the child and left her with no other option,” he replies, disdain dripping from his tongue.

“She’d plead her case with the judge, weaseling every drop of alimony and child support payments she could out of you, so she could maintain her extravagant lifestyle with your money, but without
you
.”

“As extreme as that sounds, Barney, I don’t think you’re wrong,” I tell him.

“Have you heard from your parents?”

I nod.  “Multiple times,” I grimace.  “They have expressed their displeasure in the situation, threatened to disown me, begged me to reconsider, and finally, wiped their hands of me,” I respond.

“Their loss.”

“I don’t doubt they’ll come crawling back sooner or later.  However, I don’t have time to spend conforming to their needs and wants.  They’ll get over it.” I give a slight shrug.

“They will.  And if they don’t, you’re better off without them.”

“Thanks, Barney.  For everything,” I stress, extending my hand.  He clasps his hand with mine, shaking firmly.

“My pleasure, Benny.  Have a good day.”

Rather than decide to take the road of spite, fighting Regina against what she is entitled to in the prenuptial agreement due to her
unsavory
actions, including her hiring of Makenna, I decide to offer her what she is entitled to in the agreement and strictly nothing more.  Barney has submitted a file to Regina’s lawyers, stating if she tries to fight the offer in an attempt to receive more money, he is under authority from me to proceed with a full court hearing to fight the entire marriage on the basis of fraud and manipulation. 

I know how greedy Regina is, but I also know she hired a smart attorney, and that attorney will no doubt do everything he can to convince her to take the very generous offer I have extended.

“Back to the office, sir?” Frederick asks as I climb into the back seat of the Bentley.

“Yes, please,” I say distractedly as I pull my ringing phone from the inner pocket of my suit jacket.  A small part of me hopes it is Makenna calling, but I push those thoughts aside, and take the business-related call while Frederick expertly maneuvers the car through the traffic to take me back to the office.

***

1 week later

“How hard is it to get a damn coffee,” I snap, glaring at the intern who’s standing nervously beside me.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispers.

“You might try speaking up,” I shout.  “You want a job in the real world, well this is it.  Speak up, or don’t speak at all.  And get me some coffee!”

She races out of the room and I drag my fingers through my hair agitatedly.

“Sir, we’ve had a complaint come in about the air conditioning in one of our commercial leases,” Jason, a relatively new employee, tells me.

“Do I look like a fucking maintenance man?” I snarl.

“No, sir,” he replies.

“Then instead of wasting my time informing me of shit I don’t deal with, pass it on to the people I pay to actually
deal with it!
”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mr. Duncan?”

“What?” I rap out, irritated.

“I’ve just mistakenly received an email inquiry from a company who is interested in leasing a property on Fifth Street,” Georgia, my residential accounts assistant, informs me.

“What is this, piss off the boss day?” I mutter under my breath before turning my attention to Georgia.

“And?”

“What would you like me to do?  Shall I forward it to Marcus?  Or perhaps Christina?”

“What do you think you should do, Georgia?” I ask sinisterly.

“Uh, maybe I should ask Marcus or Christina what I should do?” she replies tentatively.

“I’ll tell you what you
shouldn’t
do.  You shouldn’t come to my office and waste my time with trivial dribble like this.  If you
mistakenly
received an email, then simply forward it to the person it was intended for.  If you don’t know who that person is, then take a guess and ask that person.  Don’t waste my time by informing me of stupid shit such as an errant email.”

“Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir.”  She flees the room.

“Where’s my damn coffee!” I shout to my empty office.

“Here you go,” the intern says quietly, as she rushes toward my desk and places the coffee down.

“You can go now,” I tell her shortly.

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, her voice sounding thick with emotion.

I should feel like an asshole, fuck, I
am
an asshole, but I’m agitated as all hell today, and unfortunately, my employees are bearing the brunt of my foul mood.

“Making interns cry now, Benny?” Estelle says as she enters the room.

“Don’t start,” I sigh, clawing my fingers through my hair.

“What’s the problem?” she asks.

“Is there a reason you’re here?” I ask tiredly.

She hands me some papers.  “I need your signature, please.”

“Fine.  You can go now.”

“You
are
in a good mood,” she mutters dryly.

“I am.  So perhaps you should heed my warning when I suggest you to leave me be for the rest of the afternoon,” I reply.

“Duly noted.  I’ll ensure you’re uninterrupted,” she assures me with a nod.

When Estelle closes my door behind her, I lean back in my chair and sigh. 

Work-related stress is a bitch I can handle, but emotional stress?  That leaves me feeling inadequate.  The things that should be worrying me are nothing but a blip on my radar.  And the one thing – or should I say,
person
, -- I should be unconcerned with, is turning me into a cantankerous, short-tempered prick.

The day had started out fine.  I received a call from Barney, informing me Regina’s attorney had contacted him, and she has decided to accept my offer.  This was good news. 
Great news
, in fact.  I also managed to finalize the paperwork for a large lease we had been trying to settle for the past six weeks.  This was fantastic news.  Work was good and my divorce was going ahead smoothly. So why was I acting like a complete tool?

A humorless smile tugs at my lips in realization.  A grin of defeat, to be accurate,

Makenna Banks.

My desk phone chimes, and I scowl at the piece of charcoal colored technology.

“What?” I bark abruptly.

“I have a lady here who is quite insistent she see you,” Estelle informs me.

“I’m busy,” I snap into the receiver. 

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there,” I hear Estelle say urgently, right before my office door bursts open.  Makenna stands there, looking a vision in a pair of jeans that, even front on, I can tell, hug her every curve just right.  A pair of black suede boots reach her knees, and on top she’s wearing a teal colored blouse, covered by a black short jacket.  Her hair is swept loosely behind her, and her cheeks are tinged with pink.

She slams the door shut behind her, and I find myself muttering into the phone to Estelle that I’ll handle it.  I never take my eyes off the beauty before me, and her own stay glued to me.

The air in the room is sucked right out, replaced with sexual tension, longing, want, confusion, and anger.  I struggle to breathe, but I don’t care either.   As long as she is standing before me, I’ll go without oxygen.

“Benny,” she whispers, snapping the silence in the room. 

Without a second thought, we rush toward each other, colliding in the center of the room.  All reason is forgotten as our need to consume each other takes precedence.  Our mouths slam together, our teeth clashing.  My tongue thrusts inside, dueling with her own.  She whimpers, threading her fingers through my hair and tugging roughly, as my hands go to her lower back, crushing her to me.

Fuck, she tastes so good. 

Her fingers claw at my shirt so I break away from her just long enough to tear it from my body, before I find her lips once again.  I push her backward until her back presses up against the door and then I reach down to flick the lock. 

With deft fingers, I pop the buttons on her blouse before pushing it off her shoulders with her jacket.  My fingers go to her jeans and I push them down her legs until they reach the beginning of her boots.  Then I drop to my knees and remove her boots one by one before sliding her jeans off the rest of the way.  I rock forward, smelling the scent of her arousal through her thin lace underwear.

I lean and kiss her there, feeling her knees tremble against my arms.  Using my teeth, I grip the edge of her panties and tug them down to expose the bare skin of her pussy.  My cock surges against my jocks, straining to break free.  Fisting the cream colored lace, I shove them in my trouser pocket and then grip her ass with my hands, bringing her closer to me.

“Smell so fucking good, baby,” I rasp right before my tongue comes out and swipes a trail through her slick slit.  Her flavor bursts on my taste buds and I can’t restrain myself any longer.  I go wild, feasting on her pussy like a starved man.  She moans and writhes, bucking against me, fucking my face, and it drives me to the brink of insanity.

Her clit is swollen when I suck it into my mouth and simultaneously slide two fingers deep inside her heat.  Her muscles clamp around me as her legs start to tremble.  Her fingers claw at my head, scratching my scalp and tugging my hair.

“Benny, Benny, oh, my god. 
Benny!
” she chants urgently.  Her hips surge forward as she whimpers, grinding against my face as she comes.

I stand, wiping her essence on her thigh as I kiss up her body until I reach her bra-covered breasts. I nip at her pebbled buds through the thin fabric and then move upward again, sucking her neck, kissing her jaw, and finally reaching her mouth.

“Benny,” she whispers, as I ravage her mouth.  “We should talk.”  Her plea is half-hearted as she cups my face and moves her hands down to squeeze my biceps.

“Later,” I tell her before boosting her up and holding her secure with my hips.

I free my cock and fist the shaft before bringing it up to slide through her wetness, coating my blunt head with her arousal.  Then I slide inside, inch by inch, so slowly, slow enough to torture us both until I’m buried to the root, deep inside her warmth.  A shudder trembles down my spine and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Makenna,” I rasp.  “I fucking hate that I’ve missed you so much.”

“You’re always in my thoughts,” she pants.  “And I
hate
it,” she grinds out.

“Every day for weeks I’ve thought of nothing other than being buried inside your silky heat,” I grit, clenching my jaw.  “You consume me.”

“Move, baby. 
Please
,” she begs, and I need no further instruction.  Dragging my cock back out, I surge forward, before repeating the process again and again, driving us both wild.  She claws at me frantically, whimpering and moaning as I fuck her hard and slow.  And, deep.  So, so fucking deep.  Punishing us both by withholding the thing we both desperately desire.

“You like taking my cock, don’t you, Makenna?” I growl into her ear before nipping the lobe.

“Yes,
God
, yes,” she cries, her breath hitching.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand, slamming inside her and grinding my pelvis on her clit.

“You.  I just want you,” she whimpers.

With her confession, I lose all control.  Planting a forearm beside her head on the wooden doorframe, and holding her ass snugly with my other hand, I pound inside of her.  My balls slap against her flesh, the sound bouncing around the room, mingling with her soft moans, my guttural grunts, and the heavy breathing coming from both of us.  The heady scent of sex intoxicates me, and as her pussy clamps down tight and begins pulsating over my cock, my head goes light and I know I’m drunk on her.

As the realization dawns on me, my balls tighten up and I take her mouth with mine and groan my orgasm down her throat.  When my cock stops jerking, I slide free from her and tuck my dick back into my pants before reaching down to grab her clothes and hand them to her.

Silently I walk to my desk, pluck some tissues from the dispenser, and hand them to her.  She cleans herself up and then redresses before shyly turning her eyes to me.

“Hey,” she says softly.