Saul

October

Seth barged into my office with a massive smile on his face. I narrowed my eyes on him and slowly put the file down. Ever since he returned from holiday with Kat, he was sickeningly cheerful. I almost missed his grumpy, depressing demeanour.

“Kat’s pregnant,” he said as he strode across to my desk.

I was briefly stunned before I jumped out of my seat to give him a bear hug. It wasn't like me to get emotional, but since meeting Sirah, my thoughts were around family life, but a baby was mind-blowing.

The next generation of Winthorpes. Seth knew he wanted to be a father, but it was never something that I felt the need for. For a split second, I imagined Sirah pregnant with our child. Seth slapped my back and hauled me back to reality.

“Congratulations, I’m happy for you both,” I murmured before taking a step back, but my mind still lingered on procreating with Sirah. “You were quick.”

“I may have meddled with her birth control pills, but there was no need. She was on board,” he said with a chuckle.

I rubbed my beard with my hand before tapping the side of my cheek in thought. My usually moronic brother might be onto something.

“No, whatever you're fucking thinking about, don't make me a party to it. Does Mum know about the poor woman you've latched onto?” he said with a frown.

I yanked my hands away and clenched my fists.

“Don't drag mum into this. Just take the hit for us both. You're giving her something she has been hounding us for years,” I scowled at him while trying to change tactics to hide my agenda.

“Kat wants to wait for the three-month mark before telling everyone. We thought we could share the news with them at Christmas. Mum’s going to go nuts,” he said as his frown vanished and a smile returned.

I turned away from him so that he couldn ’ t see my grin. I had plans for Christmas. I’d worked hard to ensure Sirah’s family would be out of the country. A lucky prize draw for a Christmas sun getaway. As soon as she returned to Reading, I’d planned on how to get her back to London.

My personal portfolio of properties was vast, and I would soon become her landlord. I would have full access to the object of my obsession. I focused on keeping a stoic look on my face as I sat at my desk.

“Actually, I wanted to ask you to be our baby’s godfather,” Seth said as he sat down. “If you're not in jail by the time we christen the baby.”

“You do?” I asked, shocked that he thought I was responsible enough for the role, but then again, I wouldn't choose anyone but Seth.

“Yes, you seem to have a handle on your whoring days.”

“Whatever,” I snapped at him, but his shit-eating smile only grew wider. “Are you sure I’m suitable since I did see your wife’s—”

“Don't fucking say it. I've had to mentally purge that incident from my brain,” he said angrily as his lips tightened and he glared at me.

Sister-in-law or not, there was nothing I could have done differently when I saw Katya half naked after being terrorised by a wasp. That was the morning I bumped into Sirah. I studied my brother’s profile. If not for his existential crisis, I might never have met her.

He was still tanned from his holiday, but as soon as he was back at work, we had worked to get the right people in roles that would oversee our largest merger to date. Any teething problems would be eliminated by the time the baby came. It was the ideal time to start a family.

“When is Kat due?” I asked.

“It’s too early to tell yet, but we think around June,” he said with a dreamy look in his eyes.

“So mum will be driving you both insane for six months,” I said with a grin.

“Man, she is feral when it comes to grandkids. It was alarming when she bartered helping me with Katya in exchange for a grandchild,” he said before he grew thoughtful. “I have a feeling Dad’s the same, but he hides it better.”

“He was cutthroat when it came to business,” I said with a shrug, but thinking about my parents, I could see why they wanted grandchildren. There were only so many golf trips and societal events that they could attend.

“What about you?” he asked, and I began to calculate by which month I could get Sirah pregnant by and when the potential due date would be. “How are things going with the poor woman you have your eye on?”

“I thought you meant when she would be pregnant,” I smirked.

He narrowed his eyes on me and shook his head.

“I know I can't talk you out of this, but make sure you don't do anything that will see you in a criminal court. I’m being serious,” he barked when I began to grin.

“Tell me, Seth, what would you have done if Kat had tried to go through with the divorce,” I said and watched him grow indignant before he stood up.

“That was different,” he said, trying to justify whatever sick plan he’d concocted, but his flustered appearance was enough to confirm that he certainly wouldn't have remained within the confines of the law.

Yeah, that's what I thought .

We were brothers, after all. I was simply more honest with myself, while Seth portrayed himself as the voice of reason. It seemed as well as identical looks that we had some identical traits, not that Seth would admit it.

“I’ve got an appointment. Catch you later,” he said before quickly exiting my office.

I picked up my phone and checked Sirah’s location. She was still in the building as it was too early for lunch. My daily glimpses of her kept me going. I wondered if she had used all her special shampoo and body wash. It hadn't been easy concealing it all, but after adding some water and shaking the bottles, she should have got an equal distribution of my cum over her hair and body.

With a heavy sigh, I opened my top drawer to pull Sirah’s black silk and lace panties out. The delicate material had been severely molested over the past few weeks. Sadly, the scent of her pussy was long gone. I needed her back in London. I missed following her in person. Cyberstalking was a short-term fix.

Once she returned to London, I had November and December planned. With a series of ‘unexpected’ encounters, I could infiltrate her life, all while Warner took care of the divorce. The feral mother-in-law would come in handy. Once the divorce was complete, Lillian would be paid handsomely, and no one would be none the wiser. Ryan would return to his womanising ways, and I would have Sirah in my house for Christmas.