Page 1 of The Facilitator, Part 2

T hat was it, done, dusted, divorced, finally. After months of fighting Scott, I was free.

I sat and looked at a piece of paper that represented fifteen years of being with my childhood sweetheart. A sweetheart who turned into an adulterer and a nightmare.

Now I could perform the ritual of removing the wedding ring. I’d thought about removing it ages ago; I should have removed it ages ago.

It was a bright morning and I’d woken early. I was sitting on the terrace, catching up on the previous day’s post. Mackenzie was still in bed. I smiled when I thought of him. He never laid in, normally. But last night had been a late one. My smile grew broad as I thought on the reason why.

Mackenzie Miller, my man. A man who wanted, no, insisted, I explored every sexual fantasy that lived deep inside in my mind. It was his mission, so he told me, to facilitate that.

Just a few months ago, I’d met him…intimately. It felt like a lifetime. I still chuckled as I recalled our first meeting. Two strangers in a bar, one night of unbelievable sex, then the cringe-making moment when I found out he was my new boss. It had been the stuff of erotic novels!

Erotic didn’t come close to describing Mackenzie. He was powerful, sensual, commanding, sexual, dominating, gentle, loving—a mass of contradictions.

He was my equal, yet he gave me all the power to decide what I wanted sexually. He was my boss, yet he gave me the respect to run his business my way. He was my alpha male when I wanted to give myself to him totally.

It was the alpha who laid sleeping after a long night of taking control of my mind and body for hours and hours.

I sipped on my coffee and marvelled I had the strength to raise the cup to my lips, let alone walk that morning.

Mackenzie had told me he wanted to fuck me in every room in his house, the one I now lived in.

I think we’d covered that task within the first week.

He had a list, one he wouldn’t share with me.

A menu of things he wanted to do to me. I had no idea the length of that list, but if the previous night was anything to go by, I prayed it was super long.

I felt the hair at the side of my neck being swept to one side, soft lips kissed just under my ear.

“Good morning,” I heard.

Mackenzie stepped to the side and sat in a chair. I smiled at him.

“You slept in late,” I said.

“I had a busy night.”

I chuckled, “You did. Coffee?”

“Mmm, that would be nice.” He leaned back in his chair and raised his face to the sun.

I rose and as I passed him, I let my fingernails trail over the scratch marks present on his bare chest.

“Branding me again, Miss Perry?” he said.

“Always, Mr. Miller.”

He grabbed my wrist before my hand left his chest. He brought it to his lips and kissed the underside.

“When I’ve had my coffee, I’m going to fuck you again,” he said.

“You’ll be fucking a free woman.” I indicated the document on the table beside him. He glanced at it.

“Then I’ll fuck you twice as hard.”

“Is that possible?”

He laughed as I made my way to the kitchen.

The only piece of equipment I was allowed to touch, and I was still trying to master it, was the coffee machine.

The kitchen was Mackenzie’s domain and I wasn’t going to argue with that.

We ate out often, but cooking seemed to be the only way Mackenzie could relax. That and sex.

I stroked the coffee machine and purred a little, hoping that was enough to have it submit a short shot of espresso. That morning, it complied. I took the cup out to Mackenzie. He was reading through the divorce document.

“So that’s it then. How do you feel?”

In the beginning, I’d tried to keep a count of how many times Mackenzie asked me how I felt. It was a matter of great importance to him. I think I lost count, or ran out of numbers, by the third day of living with him.

“Good. I’m glad it’s over. Now we can go public,” I said.

“Thank fuck for that.”

A mystery benefactor had lodged fifty thousand pounds with my solicitor, some months previous, to entice Scott to a quick and painless divorce.

I, and the solicitor, had yet to discover whom that benefactor was.

However, Scott wasn’t having any of it. He wanted more.

I’d been promoted to a job at twice my previous salary—and he’d had to resign from his—working under me wasn’t practical for either of us.

In the end, he’d had to accept the offer.

He’d resisted, argued, called me all the names he could think of, slandered me, accused me of sleeping my way into my position, and generally made my life hell.

For that reason, and after days of arguing with Mackenzie about it, I’d wanted our relationship to stay quiet.

I had no doubt Scott would use it as fuel to verbally abuse me more.

Scott had always believed I’d slept with my previous boss, Jerry. And when Mackenzie bought Jerry’s company, he transferred the assumption. He was wrong where Jerry was concerned, but spot on with Mackenzie.

Mackenzie pulled me down to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my neck.

“I’d have paid more,” he said quietly.

“You’d…what?” He chuckled.

“You lodged that money with my solicitor?” I asked.

“I’d have paid anything, Lauren, to have that fucker out of your life.”

I shook my head. “I asked you about it and you denied it.”

“Because we didn’t know where we were going at that point. And I knew you wouldn’t have accepted it.”

“You can’t do things like that, not that I’m not grateful, of course. As soon as the apartment sells, you’ll get it back.”

“I don’t want it back. I wanted you and I wanted rid of him.”

“So you bought me?”

“Is that what you really think?”

“No, dumb comment.”

“It was. Now, if you want to repay me, you could wrap those lips of yours around my cock.”

“Mr. Miller, we are in the garden, in London. With neighbours.”

“And? Like I said before, baby, you Brits have such an uptight attitude sometimes.” He winked at me.

I slid from his lap and crouched between his thighs. His eyes darkened, his lips formed a wicked smirk. I leaned up and ran my tongue down his chest, circling his nipple. When I bit down, I heard his hiss of breath.

I trailed my tongue down his stomach, then pulled away and stood.

“Anticipation, Mackenzie. Isn’t that what you always say? Now, excuse me but I have a job to get to.”

I laughed as I walked away, but my stomach clenched. I desperately wanted to stop and watch as he ran his hand down his stomach and under the waistband of his shorts.

“Not fair,” I called over my shoulder. I loved watching him masturbate, and he fucking knew it!

I headed for a shower and prepared for work.

A sleek Mercedes arrived to collect us for work.

Although the company owned a fleet of pool cars, Mackenzie had decided he wanted one just for us.

There was absolutely no point in trying to drive across London ourselves, and he wouldn’t venture on public transport.

What it meant though was leaving the house an hour earlier than I’d been used to.

“Morning, Dave,” I said, as I climbed in and greeted the driver.

“Miss Perry, what a fine morning it is. Mr. Miller.” He nodded to Mackenzie.

“Plans for today?” Mackenzie asked me.

I was shadowing Alex, my mentor, until he felt I was ready to take over from him. In truth, I was, rightly or wrongly, delaying that so Gabriella, the love of Alex’s life, could make the decision she needed to take.

“I think we are meeting the finance teams today,” I said, and then shuddered at the thought.

“Why the shudder?” Mackenzie said with a chuckle.

“I sort of know what I’m looking at. If the numbers are black we’re good, right?”

I had no doubt Mackenzie saw all the accounts for all the businesses he owned. But his CEOs, of which I was about to become one, were supposed to know how well financially the individual business they ran was doing. That was where my nerves kicked in.

I’d been shadowing Alex for a little while, and in all truth, he did nothing I hadn’t already done for Jerry. Other than accounts. I was out of my depth with that one.

“I’m going to see if I can arrange dinner with Jerry later in the week. He’s been a little tricky to get hold of,” I said.

Jerry was one of a handful of people who knew I had moved in with Mackenzie. He hadn’t been happy, and I’d felt guilty I hadn’t had the time I normally would have to spend with him. I’d gone from seeing him daily to once a fortnight.

Mackenzie stared at me with a smirk on his face. “Remind me to fuck you hard before you leave, so he can smell me on you.”

I shook my head. “Don’t even go there.”

For a while Jerry had distanced himself from me when I’d confessed to seeing Mackenzie. He’d been in love with me for years, and as much as I’d told him we would be nothing more than friends, it was still upsetting to have him retreat.

Secretly, I liked Mackenzie’s jealous streak. But not if it meant seeing my best friend would be a problem.

Leaning towards me, he whispered, “I was teasing, I apologise. I love you.”

He gave me a smile that melted my heart. “I love you, too,” I replied.

“Dave, remind me to get one of those cars with the partition,” he added with a chuckle.

“My eyes are firmly on the road, sir,” Dave replied.

“Good to hear,” Mackenzie said, as he brought my head towards him and kissed me.

We pulled up outside the office in Canary Wharf. We thanked Dave as we exited the car and Mackenzie held my hand as we walked through the foyer and to the bank of lifts.

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” I asked, knowing it was still a few weeks away but liking to get organised.

“Nothing, unless it involves you naked.”

“Don’t you want to celebrate? We could go out for dinner with Alex and Gabriella.”

“That would be nice, then you naked. You can be dessert. I might surprise you.”

“Oh, do tell? Although it’s your birthday, so I should be surprising you with something.”

The lift doors opened and we walked in. Mackenzie pressed for two floors, his and mine.

“You surprise me every day,” he said.

“You do know how to charm, don’t you?”

“Is it working? Are your panties wet yet? I love the thought of you squirming in your chair, thinking of me.”

I laughed, but as the doors opened to my floor I turned to him. “Fuck you, and my panties are dripping,” I whispered. I turned and walked away.

“Not fair,” he called out.

I laughed all the way to my office knowing how turned on he would be left by my words.

‘There’s Lauren, the businesswoman, pillar of the community; and then there’s Lauren with the dirty mouth, devil on her shoulder, and sexy as fuck,’ he’d told me, by way of an explanation, when I’d asked why my swearing appeared to turn him on.

Alex brought me out of my thoughts. “That’s a broad smile,” he said.

“Just travelled in with Mackenzie,” I replied.

“Ah, I’ll ask no more.”

I chuckled. “I want to organise a meal, just the four of us. Any idea where?”

“I know the perfect place. I took Gabriella there a while ago and we’ve been promising to return,” he said.

“Wonderful, if you can give me the details, I’ll get something booked.”

We settled down at the one desk we were sharing, and before our meeting with the finance team started, Alex ran through the basics of accounting.

When I thought I had a grasp of what I was looking at, he called the team and arranged to meet around the boardroom table.

We walked up the one floor. All the while, Alex talked me through what the monthly meeting would entail. It was hard to take notes while trying to navigate the stairs in high heels.

We sat around the boardroom table and I was reintroduced to the team. I’d met them briefly over the past couple of weeks and got to learn what each did.

Mary, Mackenzie’s assistant, asked if we wanted refreshments, then bustled off to organise a pot of coffee.

Alex brought the meeting to order and documents were passed around.

I listened as the Head of Finance, Dan, explained what we were looking at.

We had other documents with budgets and forecasts, those I had a better grasp of.

As we were talking, my phone beeped. I’d normally have it on silent when in a meeting.

Without thinking I turned it over and swiped my finger across to reveal a text message.

Except I wasn’t looking at a text message, I was looking at a photograph of a cock.

A large cock with a hand wrapped around it.

I immediately felt my face flush and I fumbled with the phone, trying to delete it.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked.

“Sure, sorry, carry on,” I said, and then glanced towards the opaque windows of Mackenzie’s office.

No matter what was said, what figures and budgets I looked at; all I saw in my mind was his cock, standing proud and being pleasured. I tried not to laugh. In fact, I was sure the harder I tried not to laugh, the redder my face became.

When the meeting was concluded, I sent a text in return.

Yes, squirming in my chair now, thank you!

I heard him laugh once he’d received it. I shook my head and left for my own office. Working with Mackenzie was sure going to be fun.