Page 14 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

Magnus

She walked out of my office like a queen, head held high. Hilarious, really—considering my double load would still be leaking out of her no matter how much I’d tried to clean her up before she left.

I sighed when the door clicked shut, already checking the time to see how long until I could leave work.

It was almost an hour later when my phone rang.

Not Iris.

Benedict.

I grinned and picked up.

“Calling to invite me to your third wedding?”

“This is why I don’t call you,”

he muttered.

“I just rang to make sure you haven’t done anything stupid.”

I thought of the six times I came inside Iris’s unprotected pussy between last night and today.

“Of course not. I’m a grown man.”

“Good. Keep it that way,” he said.

Silence.

“Hello?”

I checked my phone.

Fucking cock-sucker. He’d hung up on me—again.

He didn't even know what I was doing.

I decided to message him.

Me: The sex is phenomenal. The best I’ve ever had. Six times in fifteen hours and counting.

Benedict: Fuck off.

I grinned, feeling better and called Luke, but there was no answer—as usual.

***

When Kate buzzed me to let me know that Leona was here to see me, I thought it was my lucky day if she brought signed divorce papers. I guess I forgot who I’d been married to.

She came in wearing a designer white pant suit, heavy-handed makeup, and freshly blow-dried hair.

“Leona,”

I said, pointing to a seat.

“I need you to call this all off, Magnus. We cannot do this to Luke. He is spiralling out of control. The boy is a mess,”

she sniffed as she sat down.

“I told you time and time again not to spoil him. You hide half the shit he did in sixth form and when he started Uni. It was only when I threatened to cut off his trust fund that he managed to pass his finals,”

I said coldly.

Anger and hatred blazed in her eyes.

“He is our son.”

“He is a grown man.”

Then the waterworks started.

“Please, Magnus. Don't do this to our family,”

she sobbed, searching her purse for tissues.

“I know for a fact that you fucked around behind my back, Leona. Yes, I was always at work because that is the only place I had peace. You were always the victim. And I never forgot what you called my mother.”

She gasped.

“I don't want to speak ill of the dead—”

I slammed my hand on the table.

“Get out before I have you thrown out, Leona. You have forty-eight hours to return the divorce papers, or I will have Warren cut your spousal support in half. I’m being generous in offering you what I am.”

“Generous? That fucking pittance is generosity?”

she spat out, crocodile tears gone.

“I have the right to live the way I used to.”

“Or we could go by the prenuptial agreement entitlement?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Now get out,”

I said, turning to my laptop.

“I’ve always hated you, Magnus. You're a cold bastard. I regret sticking pins in your condoms.”

I closed my eyes for a moment.

My mum has been right all along.

“Well, it’s just as well I've replaced you with a young, intelligent woman. Not a money-hungry whore like you.”

“You're seeing someone? Who is she?”

she shrieked.

“Didn't you just say you hated me? Oh, that's right, it’s my money you loved,”

I said, shaking my head in disgust.

“She is welcome to you,”

she screamed, racing out the door.

I winced when I heard her continue to scream as she left.

Fucking psycho.

***

As soon as Iris climbed into the car, I dragged her from the seat and hauled her onto my lap, burying my face in her neck. I inhaled deeply. Her scent was mine.

“Do we need to revisit the PDA clause in 7.4?”

she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You’re such a brat. Never change,”

I murmured.

“Are you okay, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby. Tough day. But happy now that you’re sitting on my dick again.”

She chuckled.

I didn’t want to burden her with my personal problems—that’s not what a Daddy did.

“Do you want to go out for dinner or watch a movie?”

I asked, brushing my lips over hers.

“I don’t mind cooking. We can watch something at home,”

she said, rubbing my beard.

I was glad I didn’t shave it off. She seemed to like it—especially when I ate her sweet little pussy.

“You can cook?”

Leona had never tried.

“Normal people can’t afford chefs,”

she said dryly.

“I’m supposed to be looking after you,”

I complained.

“Can you cook?”

“No,”

I said grudgingly.

“You can watch.”

It was something so small, but it niggled at me until I realised—she cared enough to stay in with me. To cook. Together.

The kind of domestic normalcy other people took for granted.

“Thank you, baby. I’d like that very much,”

I murmured, holding her close as the traffic outside rumbled on.

Iris was too sweet. Too innocent. Too fucking good for someone like me.

But she was mine.

I wondered how many loads I could empty inside her tonight.