Complicated Ties (The Ties Trilogy (A Contemporary Erotic Romance Novel)) (2 page)

“Can I help you, I’m Miss Hugankis...What can I do for you?” she seemed to sneer.

Some people just have a face you want to slap. I resisted the urge to do so.

“My name is Maddie White, I have an appointment with Mr Ace at 2”

“Mr Ace is expecting you, the express elevator will take you to the 30
th
floor, and Mr Kai will show to Mr Ace' office”, she pointed to a bank of elevators that covered the wall to my left. Amanda stood up and handed me a visitors book to sign, it was full of illegible names that had come through these doors on a daily basis. I signed my name and handed it back, she then handed me a laminated visitors badge with my name written in blue ink.

With my snazzy badge attached to my bag I walked towards a lift that was colored gold and had Art Deco shapes etched into them with the words ‘EXPRESS’ written in black. The doors silently opened and made a ping you often hear. Stepping into a plush looking interior I felt like I was sitting in a cat house waiting to have a practically naked woman come make me feel
‘Special’,
with her breasts all exposed and her underwear revealing her saggy butt,
red and gold with a gold ornate mirror on each of the three walls. The elevator continued its decent upward to my meeting with Mr Ace.

As I approached the 30
th
floor, I began to unconsciously check my appearance in the gold framed mirror that hung on one of the elevator walls,

‘I looked good, unbelievably good’
. The elevator stopped and the doors slid silently open.

I could see a small red haired man sitting behind a dark mahogany desk reading a copy of Time magazine with Barrack Obama on the front, his white pressed shirt and dark blue tie catching my attention, I began to walk across some more white marble flooring and he looked up at me and went back to his reading. 

I approached his desk with trepidation and cleared my throat as the man looked up from his magazine with his gold rimmed glasses that caught the light from the low level lighting.

“Good afternoon are you Miss White?, he placed his magazine on his desk, and looked at me intently.

“I am Kai, Mr Ace' personal assistant, Would you kindly take a seat over there, Mr Ace will see you soon”, he pointed a gold ringed finger at four teardrop chairs.

“Sure no problem” walking across the floor towards two black doors, I could noticed two silhouettes behind frosted glass having some sort of meeting. They stopped talking and I could see one of the men walk into another room. A door  opened and heard footsteps behind me, when they came to a halt I continued to listen, although I knew I shouldn't of.

“You still on for lunch tomorrow Carl?” his voice muffled behind me.

“Yeah..usual table at Puccini’s, I’ll get Miss Grainger to organize it...the one with the rack and cute butt”,

“You mean the one you took to your cabin in Catalina?” he laughed.

“Yeah.. That Miss Grainger!, and I’ll get our usual table..my expense account is going to love me” the other man replied sounding pleased with himself.

His footsteps continued as he came into view and headed for the elevator, he was handsome, movie star handsome, his confident walk had me follow him with my eyes. He was over 6ft tall, dressed in a blue suit and a gray shirt. He glanced at me and smiled as the doors to the lift opened and he stepped in. He continued to look at me as the doors closed and he made his decent down to the lobby. I did wonder who he was, but had more important things to think about. My train of thought was interrupted by Kai.

“You can go in now Miss White”,

“Thanks” I replied standing up and heading across the hall towards a black door, that the blue suited man had come from.

Walking
into what can only be described as a large office that comprised of an oval gray marble table that had wooden legs underneath it. A white Oberman office chair was behind it. One of those smart televisions adorned the wall to the left with CNN on but no sound could be heard and a white leather sofa on the opposite side. Various pieces of modern art were dotted over the walls, I could of sworn The three musicians were hanging above the conference table, whoever Mr Ace was he enjoyed art.

Seeing several other black doors set into the wall in front of me I Glanced out of the window and looked at the street below with cars passing by when I heard someone behind me. Turning around quickly and saw an impeccably dressed man ‘
God he was good looking
’ the single thought popped into my head. The man had short cropped blonde hair and hazel eyes framed a lightly tanned face that was smiling as he came closer. Seeing his finely pressed trousers and highly polished shoes as he stood in front of me. The smell of citrus and cigars filled my nostrils as he began to speak.

“Miss White I presume?” he asked his voice firm and polite at the same time, his hand reaching out to shake mine, I took hold of his hand and felt the rush of electricity flow through my hand and arm it was like touching a De-Graaff generator and feeling the static send chills down my body.

“Would you follow me please” he said as we walked towards a black door,  he led me into a conference room and I sat down and he occupied the seat next to me, he crossed his legs and made himself more comfortable.

I could feel the saliva build up in my mouth as I looked at him, every part of his immaculate form.

I glanced around the conference table and saw a recessed button, but didn't want to ask of its function; the paperwork was in several neat piles next to it, I could feel Mr Ace stare at me, I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush on their teacher, my cheeks filling with heat.

“Would you like something to drink Miss White?” he asked reaching his arm behind me to place it along the top of the couch.

“Earl Grey if you have it Mr Ace” I replied trying not to stare at him.

“Please call me Daniel, everyone else does”, his perfectly manicured hand reaching across the table as he pushed the button that I didn't know what it is was for.

“Two Earl Greys please, usual condiments” he said into thin air. The speakers must have been obscured.

“So what brings you here then Miss White?” he demanded, shifting himself to make himself more comfortable.

“I have plans to make my own Veterinarian Clinic on a part of the 22 acres of land that I own and a private residence for myself” I said, noticing his face with it's clean shaven appearance, his eyes kept drawing me in.

“Anything else you want done, Miss White?” he replied looking at me, I could of sworn he licked his lips, maybe I was mistaken; the idea had been implanted in my head, him licking his lips. I wondered what his lips would taste like.

“I will require another building to rehabilitate dogs with a swimming pool, another pool for myself, I'll give you further requirements as and when I need them”

“Fine, Fine Miss White.. Whatever you need I can fully accommodate your every need” he said licking his lips again.

Knowing that very second that I wanted him. Wanting to experience of what he had got underneath his trousers, to take his manhood out and stroke it hard until he couldn't handle it. To place my body above him and fuck him hard until he exploded deep inside me, I wanted to taste his cock afterwards, to taste our juices mingled together. While my imagination had run riot, a woman with red came in with a tray with the teas on it, the hot steam spiralling up from the cups reminding me of steam engines When he finished looking at the sketches, he looked at me.

“ I can do that for you, you’ve done a good job with these, fancy working for me?”. My mouth dropped open,

“No thank you” I replied “ I want to open a vet practice as I am a Veterinarian” I retorted. He shifted in his seat again.

“ I have several Dog homes, so if they need a veterinarian, I know where to come to”.

“ I am grateful for the offer of coming to me as my best friend is also a veteran who works at the same clinic as I do, she sometimes works with me as-well” I told him.

“ She’s going to work for me when my clinic is built”.

“Are you close to her then?” he demanded,

“Of course I am, we were at school together” I replied glancing at his torso.

“I’ll begin drawing up the plans, work out the calculations and the price, oh.. Have you got a contact number?, we need to fix up another appointment to see if you want to go ahead with it all” he said. I pulled a business card from my briefcase and handed it to him.

“Thank you Mrs White”,

“It’s not Mrs, it's Miss, I’m not married”

He looked at me, whilst savoring what I had divulged,

“ So why are you still single” he asked curiously. I felt shocked at the question.

“ A relationship is the last thing on my mind, my career has always come first and no one has held my interest”. I told him that.

“Hopefully that will change soon” he said whilst licking his lips.

Thoughts of kissing those lips filled my head, just to bite them and suck them. Thoughts of sucking his cock until he cums, I can feel myself getting aroused, I can feel my nipples becoming erect, my pussy twitching. I need to go home and play with my toys, the urge of having an orgasm was too overpowering.

“Are you ok?” he asked, this pulled me from my reverie,

“You seem a little flushed”,

“Is there anything else you need from me Mr Ace?” I demanded.

“No, not at the moment” he replied. “Well I look forward to seeing the plans” I told him.

We both stood up we both kept eye contact as he extended his arm to shake, I shook his hand. “ It’s been a pleasure meeting you” he said,

“ A pleasure to meet you as-well”.

He directed me to the door with his hand on the small of my back as we made our way to the elevators. Kai was not there but Daniel continued to have his hand on my back, it felt like I could not walk. The urge to orgasm was still there as the doors to the elevator opened,

“Until we meet again” he said as I stepped into the lifts and depressed the button. The doors closed and I relaxed, I just wanted to get home and pleasure myself. I walked towards the main entrance and heard someone shout my name, the hairs on the back of my arm began to prickle. I turned around and watched Daniel walk towards me. “You left your handbag” he said. Our hands touched as he gave it me back,

“Thank you” I replied.

“Just a question, would you like to have lunch with me? He asked me.

The thought of him inside me was making me wet, he interrupted my thoughts,

“Well?”,

“I am sorry I can’t at the moment as I am a little too busy” I said.

“Maybe another time then?” he said looking at me.

“Thanks again for my bag”.

I walked out the building and a high pitched shrill came from my purse, I took out my phone and answered,

“White”, it was my mom

“Are you ok honey?, how was the appointment?”, her voice soothing to my ears.

“Hi mom, yeah I'm ok, hopefully I’ll get a call tomorrow for the new vets”,

“Well done honey, you free later on for dinner?, Owen is on duty  he gets back around 12”.

“Yeah I’m free, what time do you want me to pick you up”, whilst walking down the street towards the parking lot, the sunlight shining through the white clouds that reminded me of candy floss.

“Around 5...I’ll be waiting”,

“Ok mum, I love you. I hung up and replaced the phone back into my pocket.

After my parents divorced, my mother had spent two weeks on a Caribbean cruise where she met Owen, a tall man with the black hair that reminded me of treacle, mom had never been so happy. To give Owen his due, he is a Sergeant with The California Highway Patrol which meant every time I travelled on the 101 from San Francisco back to San Jose he always waved at my Evoque, reminding me of watching C.H.I.P.S on a Saturday morning.

Parking my car outside the gates that led to my house I walked into the pedestrian gate that lay at
the side of the main gates and my phone began to ring, I pulled it out and answered it.

“White”. I heard a worried voice come back, it was Lisha, I could hear the panicky feeling.

“What's a matter?” my voice becoming concerned.

“ Could you get to work as soon as possible?” her voice gave away the fact that she was starting to stress out.

“Alright don’t worry and stop panicking would you” I hung up and got into my car.

Heading back the opposite way, I eased into mid morning traffic on the I5 , I felt my phone buzz, it was the info I was expecting. A clients female dog was experiencing a breach birth, she was having difficulty delivering her litter. In extreme cases a Caesarean section was needed, and knowing what I was heading towards it would be the case. Coming around the bend I could see the parking lot that was outside the vets, it was empty apart from the emergency ambulance that we had just in case. I pulled my car in and parked.

Running into the lightly colored reception I could see Lisha waiting by the desk her face looking concerned.

“Shall we?”, Lisha asked we walked to scrub up and change into our surgical gowns.

The room always had a smell of disinfectant, it’s tiled floors and walls kept clean by one of the interns from UCLA. The doors to the operating room lay before us as Lisha pushed them open with her arm with  the dog laid on the table it had been sedated and was hooked up to a heart rate monitor, Lisha took up her position and started to regulate the anesthetic. I started the operation with ease, with Lisha monitoring her vitals and keeping an eye on the heart monitor. My face dropped as I removed puppy after puppy and Lisha had the same look on her face.

“You have got to be kidding me”, as I handed a puppy over to Lisha

“Are they what I think they are?”, the question being really obvious.

“God damn Rottweilers.. for fuck's sake...they would of ripped her apart”, as the last of  the puppies appeared, I began to suture the dog up and Lisha began to bring her around with Atipamazole, the dog beginning to open her eyes. Lisha took her and the puppies into the recovery room with a heat lamp placed above them.

Lisha came back into the room as I placed my gloves into a yellow Biohazard bin,

“So shall we draw straws on who gets to speak to her owners?” asking as we raised our hands to play rock, paper and scissors.

Defeated from the game
, as I approached the waiting room, I thought about how I was going to be tactful.

The waiting room at Eden Hills was decorated with one of those calming colors, the walls plastered with posters promoting various treatments foods, before me sat a man and a woman, they both looked well dressed and the woman's perfume filled my nose as I approached them.

“Mr and Mrs Mall, I’m Dr White the vet in charge...myself and my colleague Dr Flowers had to complete an emergency C-section on the dog in order to save her and her litter. Complications during delivery brought to the light the fact that she was carrying Rottweiler puppies, Could you explain how she became pregnant by a Rottweiler, the physics involved must of been spectacular” I took a seat opposite them as they looked a little taken aback.

“Your dog will probably reject the puppies, which mean we will have to find a way of feeding  them”,

“Is there anything you can do” asked Mr Mall,

“We have a surrogate mother who had puppies a few days ago, so she can feed them, however I have never seen a case like this before.”, Standing up  and moved to the seat next to them in one of the chairs that adorned our waiting room.

“
We have a male Rottweiler at home, we didn’t think they could mate” he told me. I looked at him and said nothing, thinking

“
You are lucky that your dog came through the mating process, normally the dog would of suffered damage”.

Their faces said it all,
knowing that I had to intervene.

“
I can keep here and adopt her, the puppies will have to be re homed as a precautionary measure against your Rottweiler, you're lucky I don’t contact the ASPCA”

“That would be fine” Mrs Mall said,
hearing the contempt in her voice, her husband kept silent. They both got up and walked to the desk. The paperwork had already been done and was ready for them to sign the animals over. Her husband walked out of the vets to his house three doors away and returned with the dog's belongings, the usual array of toys and bowls and ownership papers.

“Here you are, Miss White” he said looking straight past me.

“ I need you to sign this document stating that you are handing over your animal to us” I told him, with the papers in my hand. He took them and pretended to have a look at them
, handing him a pen that I took from the top pocket of my blue tunic. His hand shaking as he put the pen to the paper and signed his name...Henry Mall.

Mr and Mrs Mall walked through the double glazed entrance, I could see their heads bowed as they turned the corner towards their house, as Lisha came into the reception.

“So...” she queried.

“They signed the dog over to us without any problems” I told her, putting the signed document into a draw.

“Any ideas on what you're going to call her” she asked, sitting behind the reception desk and sipping from a humorous coffee mug with the words 'Worlds Best Vet’ adorned with large letters.

“Sophie?” I said, taking a biscuit from a battered biscuit tin, trying not to get crumbs all over.

“ Sophie sounds good...oh the puppies are doing ok before you ask, Maizies pups are quite favorable towards them.” she said placing her mug on the desk with a quiet thud.

“Look, I have to meet my mom at 5, I’ll be around 9 to pick up Maizie and Sophie with the puppies” I told her, getting up and walking to my office.

“I’ll catch you later on tonight, there’s Lasagne in the freezer if you fancy it”.

I walked out towards my car and headed home to get changed into a little red dress that was a little too short but had that alluring quality that I liked. Sitting in the front room, drinking a cheeky rose that was left over from dinner the other night as the doorbell rang. Getting up and walked towards the door, I could see the outline of my mother as I opened the door, she was wearing a black long dress that clung to her.

“Hi mom, I thought I was picking you up”.

“I fancied coming a little early to catch up” she replied with a grin.

My mother stood in the doorway with me as my car pulled up to the front door of my house. A pearl white Range Rover Evoque, a bespoke interior that catered to my exquisite taste. Worth the $49,000 I had spent on it.

My driver Anthony stepped out of the drivers door, I knew him well as he had been with me for the last two years, he was separated from his girlfriend and saw his children regularly. Me and my mother got into the car as Ant held the door open,

“Evening Miss White, usual place tonight then?” he asked politely.

“ No not tonight, take us to Chez Pouillion, oh how are your kids Ant?,

“The youngsters are good Miss White, Thanks for asking”,

“You go anywhere nice then?, his eyes looking back at me from his mirror.

“Only to Six Flags, my kids love those rides”.

Before he worked for me, Ant had been a doorman at Archies, a club in London’s West End, always polite, always made sure that whatever you needed, he could accommodate. The thought of having him bend me across the hood of the car had only crossed my mind once, the first time I saw him, when he came to interview for the job as my driver. He had his issues, but was fiercely loyal and the thought had been put firmly out of my mind.

He closed the door gently on us, as we fell into the black leather seats that enveloped us, the scent of vanilla permeating from the air freshener that reminded me of summer days as a kid eating ice cream on
vacation with my parents.

We arrived at Chez Pouillion, a building with green and red pillars, the car pulling up at the curb. The door opened and my mom got out with Ant giving her his hand to support her.

“ Well this looks like a nice place Maddie, one of those posh places full of expense accounts being sent” she said as she let out a chuckle.

“ Only the best for you Mom” I replied smiling at her.

“You know you do spoil me sometimes, shall we enter the ever so posh restaurant and I’ll bet you $5 that some ‘french’ Matrie De will be in there.

We entered through a stained glass door and the sound of classical music and conversation filled my senses, a pompous
Matrie De came over to his station and looked us up and down.

“Madam?” he said, with an obvious fake french accent.

“Table for two please” I replied trying not to laugh. I could see my mom trying to do the same.

“This way please” he quipped as he guided us through the throng of tables with people dining on Fois Gras and filling their glasses with $200 bottles of Moet and Chandon, we arrived at a table next to a mural of the french countryside, adding to the ambience of the restaurant, the matrie
de pulled out a light colored chair for my mom and did the same for me, feeling his breath on the back of my neck as he pushed my chair inwards, the smell of garlic filled my nostrils, making me sniffle.

.

The
Matrie De handed us a menu that was leather bound, and left us with a rushed look on his face like he was running the restaurant single handedly.

“ Well...Mom anything
takes your fancy...and I don’t mean the waiters?”, looking at the menu with its various dishes written in a fancy looking fonts.

“And you can hand me the $5 for the fake french waiter with the even faker accent”, with her laughing again.

“Well don’t say I don’t give you anything”,

“You did bet that he would have a fake accent”,

“Funny, shall we order or not. I’m famished”.

Mom picked up her menu and started to look through it.

“The roasted seabass looks nice...maybe the linguine with seafood...” she said looking intently at the menu. She glanced at me as out of the corner of my eye a waiter was making his way to us, his tight white shirt revealing a well sculpted form, and his black trousers revealing an outline of his manhood, I quickly returned to the menu.

“Madames, what would you like to eat” he said, as my imagination started to run away with me as I looked intently at him. Regaining my concentration I  looked at the menu again.

“I will have the poulon breton, the charcuterie board, my mother will have the roasted sea bass and tomatoes Breton.” I could see him writing it down in a small notepad that look frayed at the edges due to overuse.

“And to drink” he asked handing me a wine menu,

“Chateau de Poyet” I told him, with that he closed his little book and took our menus from us.

I could see that he had rough looking hands, the type of hands that enjoyed hard work, I wondered what those hands had experienced, what they could do to me. The way they could grab my breasts and pull my hair as he was entering me from behind, the ever so familiar tingle appearing below. I quickly snapped myself out of the daydream as the waiter interrupted.

“Excellent choice madam” he said. I couldn’t help myself looking as he walked away that his trousers barely hid his tight buttocks that moved in time with his walking, my mother knew that I was staring, I could feel the heat building up in my cheeks as they gave away my thoughts.

“One of these days, one of these guys are going to say something to you, you know”,

“ It’s only harmless looking, I mean he was good looking.” I told her whilst trying to distract myself.

“Good looking?, but he’s the type of man who gets what he wants and leaves”,

“That’s how everyone lives now a  days”, picking
up the glass of water that was in front of me and took a sip.

“So when do you think you will build your grand vets then?” she asked while she took her glasses off and cleaned
them with a napkin that lay on the table.

“Well I met with the architect today, and hopefully hear something tomorrow from Mr Ace”,

“Mr Ace?” she demanded.

“He’s the man in charge, looks like he has plenty of money, well dressed”. I said as a bit into a bread stick that had seemed to have been coated in olive oil and basil.