Forbidden Secrets

Chapter 5 – Corrupt

Gabe’s POV

Suited and booted, I waited in my office for my client to arrive. I had been working on this file for a little over 3 months and it was one of my toughest jobs to date. I had finally caught a break, and what I found was less than amusing.

‘Mr. Garret is here to see you Mr. Mathews’

‘Thank you Amberly, send him up’

I clenched my jaw as I waited for him to step of the lift. He was a suave man, someone who I had met while at one of the business dinners I often attended, and it was difficult to say no to the kind of money he was offering.

The lift opened and he walked towards me with a smug smirk playing on his lips. He held out his hand and I shook it ‘Gabe, you finally have something for me?’ he looked at me with disbelief.

I raised my eyebrows, what kind of a game was this man playing?

‘You weren’t expecting me to find anything?’ I ask, testing the waters.

‘Not at all, I am just surprised you have so soon’

‘Indeed’ I turned and took a seat, gesturing for him to do the same.

His dark blonde hair was cut short, and was slightly gelled back, I hadn’t noticed before, but in the light of my office, I could see the ink show through his white shirt, when he took his suit jacket off, marring most of both arms and his chest.

None of his tattoos were anywhere that couldn’t be covered, if he so wished and I found myself briefly wondering how many he had.

‘Well, what do you have?’ he said rather impatiently.

‘I made it perfectly clear from the beginning of this arrangement that I would not, do not and have no interest in delving into activities of an illegal nature’

He furrowed his brow and shifted uncomfortably in his seat ‘I asked you to ensure my offshore accounts were well hidden from my wife, so that I could divorce her with them intact. It is not illegal; it is making sure I keep what’s mine from her. You knew what the job was when we signed the contract’

‘Interesting. But all lies. You see I know you have absolutely no intention of divorcing your wife, you have just bought her a new country manor house, and she has just announced her 3rd pregnancy, has she not? Coupled with the fact that her father is your business partner and would not only know what your assets from the business are, but he also has an identical offshore account with the same weekly deposits from the same source, a source that is not directly linked to either of you, or your business. So, Mr. Garret, who are you hiding the offshore accounts from, because it isn’t either of them’

He gawped open mouthed for a minute while he tried to gain his composure, clearly not expecting me to have done my research and just done as he asked. However, it is not the first, nor will it be the last time someone has tried to unwittingly make me do their dirty work.

I take pride in knowing everything there is to know about the people I do business with, and when I started digging into this man’s life, I knew he was lying to me. Only at that point I didn’t know why. I have only ever backed out of a contract once before, for the same reason as I believe this one will end.

Back then, it was a risky move, but one that ultimately paid off. My clients knew everything I did was thorough, legal, and above board, and they liked it that way. They knew any secrets I found, I kept. Unless of course it was illegal, which generally it never was because I had always made it perfectly clear I would never be party to illegal activity.

Except, it would seem Mr. Garret here, who didn’t get the memo.

‘I’ll tell you what. Don’t answer the question. If I am wrong, remain seated and we can discuss how we proceed, but if I find anything remotely illegal, be sure as hell has fire, I will be taking it directly to the police. I will not put my reputation, my business or myself on the line. Period. If you wish for the contact to be considered complete, feel free to sign the completion documents today and walk away, knowing none of what I have found to date will ever see the light of day and our business arrangement will be finished. The choice is yours’

His demeanour changed substantially, and I knew then this hadn’t gone according to his plan. If he signed the completion documents, I would still get the full entitlement of the cash funds agreed, but he would do it, he had little choice, unless he wanted to go to jail.

‘Where are the documents required for me to sign for completion, Mr. Mathews?’ he spat through gritted teeth.

I picked up my phone and called Brennen in. He had been waiting on hand, knowing what was about to go down and as I wasn’t sure which way this would go, I wanted him close. He was just next door in the conference room and within seconds he was at the door.

‘Mr. Mathews’ he announced his presence.

‘Brennan, Mr. Garret is happy with the completion of our business deal and will be leaving shortly, if you could wait a few moments, he will be ready for you to accompany him to reception momentarily’

Both Mr. Garret and Brennan knew exactly what I meant. I took the documents out of my top draw and handed them to him. He disgruntledly signed them, shot me a seething look laced with pure venom and mutter something threatening under his breath.

‘Mr. Garret’ he turned to look at me as he reached my office door ‘Do not make an enemy of me’ I was calm, calculated and ensured the undercurrent tone was threatening yet mild. I was in no mood to play games, but bad business was not something I took lightly, and he had pissed me off.

Brennen escorted Mr. Garret from the building and walked straight to the sideboard in my office, took out the whisky and a glass and poured myself one. I was tense and irritated and even though I thought this was how that was going to play out, I was still angered by it.

I put Garret’s information in a secured and encrypted file on my laptop before going to the large window behind my desk and looking out over the city as I finished my drink. It usually calmed me down looking out at the hustle and bustle of the city dwellers below.

Right now, though, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling I had. It had been a long time since I had had to take that kind of route, and an unfished job alongside an unhappy and disgruntled client, even if he was in the wrong, did not sit well.

I sighed loudly as I contemplated my next move. I sat in the comfortable leather chair and looked over my client list. I made a call.

‘Hello?’

‘Ms. Asher?’

‘Speaking’

‘Mr. Mathews. You contacted me regarding a business proposition. Are you still interested in meeting?’

‘Mr. Mathews! Yes, when and where?’

‘Are you free tomorrow morning? 10am at my office?’

‘I’ll be there’

‘Just let reception know you are here, and they will assist you to my office’

‘Thank you, Mr. Mathews’,

She hung up. It was still relatively early, so I decided to do a little research on Ms. Asher, so I had a little background info before tomorrow’s meeting. I had no idea what it was she was going to ask of me, usually my clients were male, not that it made any difference to me, it was just the way it happened to be.

As I delved a little into her background, she intrigued me. I was looking forward to meeting her. As the sun started to set, I had had enough. Despite occupying my mind with a new job, I couldn’t shake my bad mood. I needed to get laid.

I called my go to booty call, no string and we both got something we wanted.

‘Viv’

‘Gabe!’

‘Are you free tonight?’

‘Your place or mine?’

‘Mine? In an hour?’

‘Only if you feed me afterwards’

‘Deal’

I hung up. I liked Viv; we had met years ago, back in boarding school. Her father owned several successful businesses across the country and although she came from money, she was one of the few people who befriended me in school before I became successful and renowned in my own right.

She wasn’t stuck up, entitled or bitchy, and although we dated for a little back then, neither of us was any good with the whole commitment thing, so every now and again we would just hook up. It worked for us both, and when it didn’t (mainly from her side when she started dating someone) we just stayed friends.

That had never been an issue from my side, my dating history was non-existent. I would often just meet someone at a bar or be set up on dates by various interfering people, which is what had happened with Jada, but tonight, I couldn’t be assed to go out, I just wanted a booty call, food, maybe a movie and my bed!

Viv was perfect for this; she was as much in agreement to arrangement as I was. When I got home, I had a quick shower, and put on some more comfortable clothing. The buzzer rang and I hit the button to allow her to come in.

‘Long time no see, handsome. God, you get better looking each time I see you!’ her full lips were painted her signature coral colour, which complimented the peach undertone of her complexion.

Her vivid platinum blonde hair, unlike Thia’s, was from a bottle, and although it didn’t look bad, I preferred her natural colour. She was slim, with small breasts and a tight little ass, and she knew just how to dress and move, to make her body work for her. She was a temptress, and she knew it.

We didn’t need to play games, we both knew what she was here for, and she sauntered across the room towards me, she dropped the straps on her dress and stood completely naked before me. With a glint in her eye and a seductive pout on her lips, she slid my shirt over my head and ran her nails down my chest.

As she reached the buckle on my jeans and undid the zipper, she pulled them down and pushed me back onto the sofa behind me. She went to her knees and nestled herself between my legs, as I put my hands through her hair and laid my head back, ready to enjoy the ride.

She expertly slid her hands along my now hardened shaft and added the moisture of her warm, captivating lips, slowly teasing me, as I filled her mouth. I could feel the tension leave me as she worked her magic, riling me up for the next phase of tonight’s escapades.

Before she pushed me too far over the edge, she moved her body and took hold of my hand, Viv knew what she wanted and when she wanted it, she was a woman of no shame when it came to her own pleasure, I had learnt quickly what worked.

She rubbed my hand slowly between her inner thighs, and sat on me, hovering just enough for me to gain access, as I moved my fingers lightly across her enticing entrance. Gaining speed, the light sounds that emanated from her increased my arousal.

Thrusting two fingers into her slick opening, she rode my fingers before pulling back, grabbing the foil wrapper, and efficiently sheathing me before positioning herself ready. I held her hips steady and she lowered herself as I plunged into her. Her head falling back and her back arching as she cried out raw s****l gratification at the connection and satisfaction of being filled.

I groaned loudly as our bodies adjusted to the sensation, her tight walls contracting around me, causing me to twitch inside her, her light smug laugh played on her lips as she saw the effect, she had on me.

Pulling her body upright, with her small pert breasts now in my face, she moved her hips rhythmically back and forth as she found the position to give her the friction she needed. Moving my hand to her sensitive area, I tweaked her as she rode me until we both found our release.

Steadying our breathing, our mouth having never connected, she hopped off me, kissed my forehead and grinned ‘Thanks’.

‘You’re welcome’ I replied, although it was me who called her, I shrugged the thought away as her naked body stepped away from me lightly, her taught ass swaying as she walked straight to the bathroom to clean up.

I cleaned up, discarded the condom in the bin and got dressed. Five minutes later, Viv came out of the bathroom, still naked, but now damp from the shower, and slid her dress over her head.

‘What are you feeding me Mr. Mathews?’

‘Thai?’

‘Sounds good to me’

We chatted like the old friends that we were while we ate and then watched some trashy movie, before she headed home. No further mention of the sensually explicit escapes from earlier. That was just how Viv and I worked, and we both liked it this way.