Chapter 5 Excuse Me

"Zach-y, I don't know why you won't allow me at your penthouse anymore." Jennifer made herself comfortable in my office.

She had started to make surprise visits to my office for the past week. Ever since Dr. Lemur kicked my family out of the hospital room, the three of them seemed to attach themselves to me at the hip. I couldn't get rid of them. I thought my headaches with my memories were painful, the things my parents threw at me were downright torture. Then Jennifer had taken it upon herself to refuse all gifts unless they came directly from my hand.

"I told you. I'm rarely there anymore and if I am, it's only to sleep. I don't know if or when I'm going to have the same issue. I won't allow anyone to be around when that happens." I pinched the bridge of my nose. At first, I hadn't been honest and then finally I got fed up. I didn't want anyone to see me like that. If I could help it, I wouldn't allow Jason, Stacy, or Adrian either, but they were my check-ins now. The last thing I needed was my socialite fiancé telling everyone I had night terrors.

"You know, we haven't had sex in weeks. I need you."

I looked up from my laptop to see her leaning over my desk, her breasts pushed up and a smirk on her face. My face stared at her breasts before I registered what I was looking at.

"Did you get implants?" I tried to keep the disgusted tone out of my voice.

"Do you like them? I just went a couple cup sizes larger. I thought they would look lovely in the wedding dress I picked out. I know you like boobs as well." She bit her lower lip and leaned in further.

Fake marriage. Fake love. Fake wife. Why not add fake breasts to the mix? I sighed.

"Come here."

She squealed in delight. As soon as she ran around the desk, I took her roughly by the hips and bent her over the desk. Moaning, I slapped her ass, hard.

"Next time, consult me before you make changes to your body. I have to live with those now." I slapped her ass harder and she moaned again.

Hiking up her dress, I raised an eyebrow. "No underwear. Why, Miss Sinclair, who did you think you would be seducing today?"

"You. You...Zach...please..."

I ran my finger along her slit and slid a finger into her cunt. She moaned and started to grind against my finger. Adding another finger, I started going faster, gripping her thighs with a force that would leave bruises tomorrow. I felt her close to coming as I massaged her clit with my thumb, but as her moans became more heated, I took out my fingers.

"Zach...what...no...please...baby..."

I rolled my eyes and unbuckled my belt, my dick was erect and easily sprung free as soon as I pulled down my pants. Standing up, I rubbed my tip at the entrance of her cunt.

"Is this what you wanted? This what you have been waiting for?"

"Yes...please...give it to me baby..."

I leaned over, barely sliding in. "I need you to tell me what you want. Tell me exactly."

"I need...need your dick...in me...now...please..." Jennifer was panting as she tried to push against me, push my dick further into her.

I smirked. "Then why didn't you just say so, darling?" I readjusted before slamming into her from behind. Letting out my own moan, I continued to rail her from behind. Jennifer let out whimpering moans as I sped up. She climaxed within minutes, but I continued my relentless fucking of her pussy as I chased my own release. Finally, I slammed into her, emptying into her before I slapped her ass one more time.

I took out wipes, quickly wiping her down before wiping myself down and pulling my pants back up. "Let me get back to work, Jennifer."

"Yes, sir." She pulled her dress back down and smiled at me before leaving the office.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. I pressed the button on my phone. "Stacy, you have been lighting up my phone for the past ten minutes. What the hell do you want?"

"This...we need to talk. Is she..."

I rolled my eyes. "She is gone. You can come in."

The phone went dead and Stacy came in with Jason and Derek, my personal lawyer, right behind them. My brow furrowed and I looked at the three of them. All three of them looked like they had seen a ghost. Stacy turned and closed the door, locking it. Jason went to all the windows and closed all the blinds. My interest was now seriously piqued.

"Did you honestly have to fuck her in the office, Zach? I mean seriously. Just leave it at home." Jason made a face as he plopped down on the couch.

"She tried to show off her breast implants."

Jason started to laugh. "She's been with you for over two years and she got breast implants? Does she not know you at all?"

"It's her own self-interest. I heard her modeling company came down on her weight pretty hard a few days ago. She went home to her parents, crying. Their gift? New breasts. Apparently, neither of you read the tabloids." Stacy said, matter-of-factly.

"The girl is digging her own grave."

Jason was still sitting straight on the couch and that itself was weird. Usually, he would be relaxing or would have picked up the paper by now. Derek was also pacing in the back.

"Can I offer you something to drink, Derek?" I looked at him and he nodded.

I glanced at both Stacy and Jason, their faces stoic. "We are all going to need one. Maybe two."

Nodding, I took out four glasses and made everyone a double. Walking forward, I sat down on the single chair with Derek sitting down next to me. Stacy sat across from me and Jason was next to her on the couch. Jason set out his computer and opened it.

"So, remember you put me in charge of Best Man duties?"

My eyes narrowed. "Yes? Only because Adrian declined the position."

"Yeah yeah. Well, I was doing some research just what exactly the best man does. You know, the speech, have the rings, bachelor party...all that shit. But apparently, I'm also to make sure that the paperwork is in order as well with the priest and everything. Did you know that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know what goes into a wedding, honestly. Adrian also just fucking jumped ship and got married overseas with none of us around. So I don't know the details."

"Men. Typical." Stacy rolled her eyes.

"Anyways. I decided to pull up the types of paperwork that I needed. Turns out there are the certificates and other stuff you need to provide the priest. Anyways, I did my usual dive into all this stuff..."

I took a sip of my drink. "On company time. of course."

"Of course. I actually have a social life." Jason smiled. but it didn't reach his eyes and soon faltered into a more serious look. "I decided to try and see if I could understand how to fill out the paperwork and get it all started."

"Sure. Not seeing where Derek or I come in." Stacy added and I looked at her, confused.

"Do you not know what is going on?"

She shook her head. "He just rushed in like a fucking crazy person. Saying this would be the end all be all and if anyone found out we would be fucked. I mean, I haven't seen him that hysterical since four years ago when that one girl said she was pregnant with his kid."

We all looked at him, wide eyed. Derek seemed to also be out of the loop as to why he was here, but the fact that Jason called him meant it was bad. What the hell would be so bad?

"Fuck, let me get through this shit. So, I go through filling out the names and go to submit it, to be printed and it comes up with an error."

"An error?" I heard the edge in Derek's voice.

Jason nodded. "And I thought maybe I spelled the names wrong or something. But no. I didn't. Then I thought, maybe our girl was hiding a secret."

"A secret marriage? I mean, I wouldn't put it past her. A secret marriage to some fuckboy in France? Anything could happen." Stacy chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.

"That's the thing, though. It wasn't her. It's Zach." Jason looked at me, fear and worry in his eyes.

"What?" Stacy leaned forward, just as Derek leaned back in his seat, taking a full gulp from his glass.

He shook his head and I stared at him, shocked.

"Zach...you're married. You have been for the last three years..."