“He doesn’t bother me. I’ve got someone with lots more protection and plenty of money. Besides, this is not about him. I’ve got something you need to see.” She stared at him and saw the expensive suit. There was a change in him, which made her more nervous than comforted. If he had someone spending money then he would be causing some kind of trouble.
“What do you want?” she asked, growing irritated with him being in her company.
Paul handed her a file. She frowned but took it anyway. She noticed the card Stephen had given her several weeks ago was pinned on the front with a paper clip.
“What’s this?”
“Give it a read and then see. Your lover-boy isn’t what he seems.” Paul stroked her hair. “If he asks, tell him to watch his back because he’s coming.”
He turned to walk away.
“Wait. You can’t give me this then leave.”
“Read it, Ursula. You have a right to know who you’re dealing with. It’s a little f**ked up if you ask me. Take care,” he said. She didn’t stop him when he walked away. His cryptic message infuriated her.
Ursula stood there staring at the file. “He’s coming? How f**king lame.” She shivered regardless of her thoughts. The night made her uncomfortable. Pulling her coat around her she put the file in her bag then walked the distance to Stephen’s house. The time she’d wanted to clear her head had been ruined by Paul’s presence. Now all she could think about was the file burning a hole in her bag.
She let herself into Stephen’s house. It was too strange to call it her house. Stephen still wasn’t home. She put the kettle on trying to ignore the curiosity about the file. Paul had given her something to doubt the man she was with. Ursula thought about Stephen and all the secrecy surrounding him. Pouring the hot water into the cup, she tried not to think about the file in her bag. She sat at the table, staring at her bag. Drumming her fingers on the table she tried to think of all the reasons not to listen to Paul. Finally, when she could stand it no more, she took the file out of her bag. She sipped her coffee then settled down her pounding heart. Opening the first page on the file, she began to read what was inside. There were photographs, names, places and information, all about two exclusive gentlemen’s clubs. There were several names she recognised, including a few photographs of her and others. The more she read, the more she started to feel sick. Stephen wouldn’t keep something like this from her, would he?
****
Paul walked round the corner and got into the waiting limousine. Eugene had company in the form of a high-class call girl. At least he thought it was. The woman was pretty with all the assets to please a man. Over the last few weeks he’d gotten used to seeing his boss with a woman sucking him off or in some stage of sexual activity. Watching it up close and seeing it on the television screen were two different things. He settled back with a glass of wine as he watched the woman bob her head in Eugene’s lap, sucking his cock. His own shaft stirred in his pants. He wondered if Eugene was up to sharing her oral talents.
Glancing away he thought about what he’d just done. Ursula looked good. Before she spotted him, she’d looked happy. He pushed any thoughts of guilt to the back of his mind. The money, the women, were all worth it.
“Did everything go to plan?” Eugene asked.
“She took the file. I know Ursula. She’ll read it.” When he forgot about the guilt he was able to let his needs over ride his conscience. He sipped his wine thinking about the change in his ex. She looked hotter than he remembered. Her full body would be glorious to pound. There was a time he had enjoyed tapping her. Maybe, after she read that file and realised what a sick f**k her boyfriend was, she’d come crawling back to him.
“Good. I want to cause Stephen so many problems it will make his head spin. Harder.” Eugene’s fist tightened in the woman’s hair. Paul winced from the viciousness of the action. “Have you talked to the guy?”
“Yes, he’ll do as you asked.” Paul didn’t understand half of the instructions he’d been asked to do. He’d done them for the money. Every time he completed a set of instructions he got paid.
“That f**king club is about to be turned on its head. I can’t wait to see what happens when the world sees it.” Eugene grunted.
Paul looked away.
“Go and deep throat my friend. I want you to swallow his cum as well.” The woman crawled to him. Paul let her pull him free and laid his head back.
“You’ve done well, Mr. Mellor. Just watch the chaos about to happen.”
Paul closed his eyes letting his boss’s voice drown out.
****
Stephen opened the door. The scent of beef stew greeted him. Christmas was a couple of weeks away, and he was considering the decorations for the home. Ursula’s family had invited them ‘round to theirs, but he thought his place would be big enough for all of them. He hadn’t decorated his home in so long. It had never felt like his home until Ursula entered his life. He knew her family would love the experience of staying with him. For once he’d have the whole house filled with the festivities. He smiled thinking about it. The more he thought about Christmas with Ursula the more excited her got.
“Ursula, are you home?” he asked. When she’d told him not to pick her up, he hadn’t argued. He knew walking could be therapeutic. He fingered the box in his jacket. After visiting James and then his own club, he’d gone to the jewellers to find the perfect engagement ring. He didn’t want a family heirloom. He wanted a design he picked. There was no response. He hung his jacket on the rail then turned to find Ursula standing staring at him. She looked angry as she held a file in her hands. Her eyes were red as if she’d been crying. Most days she ran into his arms. This time she stayed where she was. There was no welcome to her person.
“Who are you?”
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“This ... stuff. What are you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Are you really going to try and lie to me?” He saw the anger. Her whole body was shaking with it.
“Tell me what you’re talking about, and then I can try and make sense of these accusations.” His own anger was increasing.
She slammed the file against his chest. “You want to know what I’m talking about?” He nodded his head. She moved away, and he caught the file in his hands. Stephen kept his gaze on her. “Does Club Possession ring a bell? Or perhaps Ravage? Men who feel the need to own women and to beat them with canes or whatever else. Tell me, Stephen, what does it all mean?”