It was almost afternoon when Alex finally stormed through the mansion gates. Her foot was sore, her throat felt completely dry, and fury was burning through her. She had stubbornly refused to get a cab out of spite, choosing to walk instead and think about what had happened. She was now regretting the decision as she took in the dust clinging to her clothes, and her sweat soaked skin from the long, humiliating walk home.
She wasn't expecting to meet anybody as she went into the kitchen for a cold drink, not her especially.
Madame Miller was standing at the sink, and turned as Alex walked in. Her face immediately lit up in a mocking grin, and she crossed her hands dramatically before speaking.
"Well," she said in that fake tone of care she always used. "someone looks like they've had quite a rough afternoon."
Alex was not in the mood, and she tried to ignore her instead but Madame Miller was not done yet.
"It seems we're now in the habit of wandering the streets… I hope you didn't run into anything dangerous, or worse… let someone see you like that. It's not very professional I must say."
Alex looked at her with annoyance. "If you're so worried about professionalism, maybe you should pay more attention to polishing the china set then."
The smug smile vanished from Madame Miller's face immediately. "No wonder you have very little control over that daughter of yours, you have a bad attitude, and I'm afraid you'll corrupt Lucas too."
Alex stared at the old woman for a very long time, then she decided it wasn't worth her time to engage with her… she had a child to teach.
After taking a quick shower, Alex made her way into the Library to look for Lucas, only to see Gregory hurrying out of the library. He looked extra creepy, and nodded to her, a very rare occurrence. What was it? She thought… mockery? Guilt? She couldn't really place the gesture and dismissed it immediately, there were more important things on her mind.
Lucas was in a corner by the window, his sketchbook opened in front of him, but no colouring pencils on the table. He was looking at the window, and he had a dreamy look on his face.
She went closer and bent down beside him. "Hey," she said gently. "You okay?"
Lucas didn't say anything, he just stared for a while, and then slowly pointed to the empty packet of colouring pencils on the table.
Alex smiled at him, grateful that he even attempted to communicate with a nod, but then it was at that moment she realized that the art supplies were still in Julian's car… she had forgotten to take them in the heat that led to him leaving her on the road.
"How on earth have I been so careless" she grumbled to herself,
She sighed sharply and stood. "Be right back," she murmured to herself, then she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the head.
"I'll be right back Lucas, I need to fix something real quick ok?"
Lucas said nothing, and Alex hurried off immediately.
...
Meanwhile at his office, Julian was seated on his chair and filling out paperwork while sipping from a smoothie cup on the table. The door opened, and a beautiful young lady walked in confidently.
"Vanessa! What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.
She took her time closing door, and giving Julian a very good view of her skimpily covered body. "You seem to have abandoned me Julian dear." she purred softly, and then turned to face him again. "I thought I should just stop by and check up on you to make sure you're good."
Julian looked frustrated. "This is an official environment Vanessa, you can't just waltz in here dressed like that."
"You don't like?" She asked seductively, leaning on the table and giving him a very good view of her exposed breasts. "I wore it especially for you daddy."
Julian tried to ignore her but found it quite hard. She was nothing to him, just like every other one of his mistresses, but he liked her best. She was the only daring one amongst them, a trait he hadn't seen in any woman until Alex that morning.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed.
Vanessa recoiled in shock. "What happened, are you really not happy to see me?"
"Its not you he snapped at her." Furious that he still couldn't get the little scuffle with Alex out of his head. He was still thinking about it, especially the look on her face when he'd told her to get out of the car… that look had triggered something, something dangerous.
Vanessa didn't wait around to find out what Julian was thinking about, she was already busy wrapping her arms around his neck and settling herself on his laps with her breasts in his face. That brief contact had Julian active, temporarily erasing Alex from his mind as his dick stirred under Vanessa's butt.
He lifted her up and placed her roughly on the table, spreading her legs and lifting up her sleek gown. There was no tenderness in his movements, neither was there any warmth in his touch… just the quest for release, an escape from his own troubled mind.
Vanessa's moans filled the office as Julian buried his head between her thighs, sucking on her pussy while his hand lazily reached for her breasts and squeezed.
"You've missed me haven't you," Vanessa whispered breathlessly, running her hand through his scattered hair. "Say it, tell me you've missed me."
Julian didn't answer, but gently lifted his head and made for her nipples… one first, then the other… tasting, sucking, nibbling, while Vanessa squirmed in delight.
When he had his fill with the breast, he pulled her up and bent her over the table, unzipping his pants with a desperate intensity. His hard dick made its way out like an anaconda, and forced another sultry moan from Vanessa as he slid it into her moist and dripping pussy…
Downstairs, Alex had just arrived at reception.