Kinky Fuckery

A soft voice and hand brushing my face wake me from a strange, disjointed dream. I turn on my side to find Alex lying next to me, his expression intent. "Hey," I say softly.

"Hey. How are you doing?" Alex asks, and I can see the concern written across his features.

"I'm okay. Tired. Sorry, I fell asleep. I was just waiting for you to finish up with your mum. What time is it?"

"Six-thirty. I have booked us a table at Medlar for some dinner in an hour. Is that okay with you?" I nod my consent and struggle into a sitting position, my body still tense from all the anxiousness earlier.

"Is everything okay between you and your mum?" I ask tentatively. "I am so sorry about blurting that out. Mouth engaged before brain and all that," I joke weakly.

"It's fine, Liv. We talked some more. I am not sure how long it will take for her to get over us lying to her, but mostly we are forgiven. I think it helped that we actually do have feelings for each other. I think she will end up spinning this as some kind of fate thing in her romance-obsessed mind," Alex says reassuringly.

I stretch my arms above my head in an attempt to work out the cricks in my neck and then mutter that I need a shower. I am just stepping out of the warm steam when Alex saunters in naked. I take a moment to let my eyes wander over his delicious body and he smirks back at me, his expression knowing. I barely have a chance to let out a squeak of surprise at what I am feeling, and then he is walking me up back into the shower and pushing me against the wall, his mouth on mine in all-consuming kisses. Gently, he uses his knee to push my legs apart and then, with one firm thrust, he is entering me. I can feel my nails digging into Alex's back as I hold on to him desperately. In one swift movement, his hands are suddenly under my thighs, hoisting them around his waist, so that he can sink even deeper into me. I cry out as he finds the right spot buried deep within me and then I find myself biting down onto Alex's shoulder as my orgasm rolls through me. My inner muscles clamp down onto Alex's rock-hard cock and moments later I feel him twitching and spilling into me as he grunts through his own climax. Panting, we both crash back down to earth moments later and I find myself grinning.

"A bit more relaxed?" Alex asks with an insufferable grin and I actually find myself going pink in response. "You look so cute when you blush like that," he continues.

"Pah, grown women shouldn't blush," I say. "And I am certainly not cute." Alex just smirks at me and starts to wash his body as I rinse off the fact we have just had steamy shower sex.

As I stare into my wardrobe rails ten minutes later, I unconsciously pull on clothes that seem to match my mood. Dark grey tailored trousers combined with a lighter grey jumper and a dark grey scarf. I don't even think of it until Alex follows me in still towelling himself off and raises an eyebrow. I know on the surface I am pretending everything is okay, but all this stuff with my dad, and now Alex's mum, has taken its toll. Truth be told, despite the awesome shower sex, I am just feeling overwhelmed.

"Hey," says Alex quietly, coming to wrap his arms around me. "It's all going to be okay. I promise." I nod as I hug him back hard, nestling into his chest. I glance down at my watch and see we have only about fifteen minutes until we need to leave, so I hurry over to the mirror to finish my makeup in an effort to disguise my pale skin and puffy eyes. I have just finished applying some mascara when Alex emerges dressed in black jeans, black skate shoes and a light blue shirt that moulds to his body, the arms rolled up as always. I offer him a smile and he holds out his arm as he says, "Ready?"

The conversation between the three of us remains light as we walk to the restaurant chattering away about the frustrations over my latest treasure hunt. Sheila has returned to calling me Liv, making me feel utterly relieved and hopeful that I can repair the damage to our relationship. When we finally slide into a bright green leather booth and settle on what food we want to order, I find myself slowly relaxing. Alex and Sheila are both chatting with the sommelier, going over the recommendations for the meal, when suddenly Alex's phone rings.

Excusing himself, Alex walks away to a private spot and spends a couple of minutes having a very intense conversation with whoever is on the other end. I watch Sheila watching Alex's rigid posture and I am slightly worried when I see him angrily push the phone back into his pocket. By the time Alex returns to the table the tension is rolling off him, and I can see my worry reflected in Sheila's eyes.

I am about to ask Alex if he is okay when he turns to Sheila. "Mum, where did you get our prenup?"

I can see Sheila weighing up her options before replying. "It arrived via FedEx a few days ago at the house, addressed to me," Sheila says softly. "There wasn't a note attached, and to be honest, I wasn't really thinking about who had sent it once I started reading it."

Alex nods and runs his hands through his hair in agitation. "Would you still have the packet it came in, do you think?" Alex asks. I can sense something is going on and I call Alex on it, needing to know what the hell that phone call was about.

"Probably, back at the house. I would need to call your father to have a dig through the bins," Sheila says, the worry in her voice apparent. "Let me call home." Sheila leaves the table for a short while. While she is gone, I ask Alex what is going on again, but he simply ignores me. He continues to stare down at the table like he is trying to contemplate a solution to world peace or, in this case, who the hell would send a document like that to his mother?

"Okay, Alex," Sheila says sharply, as she slides back into the booth, "You have five seconds to start talking and tell me what the hell is going on. Your dad couldn't find the packet, so in all likelihood, it was chucked when Maria was around earlier in the week, and yesterday was bin day."

"Shit!" exclaims Alex loudly, and I am really starting to wonder if Alex is about to lose it. "I think someone is trying to destroy me—destroy Liv and me, that is. I am not a hundred per cent certain and I don't have definitive proof, but things are starting to slot into place."

"Okay…" says Sheila, as she waits for him to continue. "Maybe you should start at the beginning." Oh shit. If Alex is about to tell his mother about all of this, she is going to want to know why he was being blackmailed. I can see Alex is thinking the same thing, and for a moment I glimpse the insecurities he has buried so deep beneath his usual persona.

"It's okay, Alex," I all but whisper. "I think you need to tell her." I slip my hand into his and give him a reassuring squeeze.