The set had cleared out hours ago. Only a clean-up crew remained, wrapping cables, locking cases, and doing the usual wrap-up and safety checks.
Scarlett took the back hallway that led to Alex's office. She knocked once as usual, even though Alex told her she could enter without knocking unless the door was locked.
"C'mon in," Alex's voice came from inside.
Inside, Alex stood near the massive window, sleeves rolled up, hands in his pockets, staring out at the skyline. The night glowed against the glass: buildings, traffic, motion in every direction. Alive, and yet distant.
Scarlett walked up behind him, slow and quiet. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his back. Her cheek rested between his shoulder blades, warm and content.
"I knew I'd find you brooding near the glass," she murmured.
Alex smiled without turning. "Someone's gotta do the dramatic staring."
She slid her hands under his shirt slightly, fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen.
"You did good today," He said. "Everyone did. The footage was solid."
She kissed his back softly, then nudged him to turn. He did. Their eyes met for a second before she went on her toes to meet his level and kissed him. Soft. Familiar. A rhythm they'd found without ever discussing it.
Alex's hand rested on her hip as he kissed her back. Once. Then again. She deepened it, tugging him closer, her fingers weaving into the back of his hair. Her body pressed against him as he held her in a hug.
He let it linger. Then he pulled back just slightly, brushing his lips against hers before speaking.
"I've got a meeting."
She blinked. "Now?"
He nodded. "Yup! Kinda important. I've gotta be there."
Scarlett tilted her head, mock-annoyed. "So, no massage tonight?"
He smirked. "Postponed. Like the kissing. I'll make it up to you next time."
She sighed dramatically and rested her forehead against his chest. "Alright. Hug me for a minute... Make it two."
Alex wrapped his arms around her, steady and full, the kind of hug that told her he wasn't just offering comfort, he was drawing some from her too. Her head rested perfectly under his chin, their bodies fitting like they'd done this for years, even though it hadn't been that long.
Two minutes turned into more. Neither said a word. The city buzzed beyond the glass, silent in the room.
Scarlett finally whispered, "You okay?" She sensed something different about him. Although she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, she just knew it.
He didn't answer right away. His hand moved slowly up her back, stopping between her shoulder blades.
"Just tired," he said. "A lot on my plate right now."
She pulled back enough to look at him, her expression soft. "Is it the movie stuff or… the other kind?"
His mouth tugged into a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Bit of both."
"You want to talk about it?"
"I will," he said. "Not tonight."
She nodded. "Fine. But I'm cashing in that raincheck soon. The massage. The kissing. All of it."
"You're keeping score now?"
"Obviously."
He kissed her forehead. "Go home. Rest. You've earned it."
Scarlett reluctantly stepped back. "You too. Try not to be mysterious and vague with whoever you're meeting."
"No promises."
She paused at the door, glanced back once more.
"I'm stealing your ginger mints on the way out."
"Hey, so it was you. Leave a pack for me."
"I'll try."
She left.
..
[1 hour later] [Rachel's house]
Alex knocked once and walked into Rachel's place using the keycard she gave him. The door clicked shut behind him. He stepped inside and called out, "Rachel?"
Her voice came from the kitchen. "In here!"
He walked in and stopped cold.
Rachel stood barefoot at the counter, flipping something in a pan. She was wearing nothing but a light pink apron. Nothing else. The back was completely bare. As much as he wanted to go there and spank that fine ass or maybe just push his face between those butt cheeks, he decided to restrain himself for the timebeing.
She glanced over her shoulder and grinned. "You're early."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "You're naked."
"I'm cooking," she said, like it explained everything.
Alex shook his head, smirking. "We need to talk."
Rachel turned down the stove and looked at him properly, serious now. "About the other night and your parents, I guess?"
"Yeah. And you."
She closed the pan's lid and untied the apron, letting it slide off her front slowly. She didn't cover herself. Her big boobs with pierced nipples, was a sight to behold as usual. Alex was already hard.
"Shower first? Then we talk?"
Alex looked at her, unreadable for a moment.
"Fine. Ten minutes. Then answers."
She smiled. "Deal."
He walked past her toward the bathroom, brushing her waist with his hand. She leaned into the touch for just a second, then went back to her food.
"Tease," She mumbled.
Ten minutes later, they sat at the kitchen table. Rachel was still naked, no apron. It was still lying on the floor. Alex was just wearing his pants, and his upper body was naked.
Rachel poured him a drink.
Alex didn't touch it. "I need the truth. All of it."
Rachel took a sip of her drink. Her face was calm, but her voice was colder than usual.
"The Wilson Family... They were powerful. Ruthless. Kings of the shadow market."
Alex stayed quiet.
"Your father, Michael Wilson, ran the biggest weapons pipeline in the world. Legal, illegal, black market, stolen tech, custom builds... You name it. He could supply it."
"Why didn't I know any of this?" Alex asked.
"Because you weren't supposed to. Your mother made sure of that. She was the cleaner. Smart. Quiet. Deadlier than your father, in her own way. After a job was done, she erased everything. Identities, records, people. Including yours."
Alex frowned. "That explains a lot. Continue."
Rachel set the glass down.
"The Wilsons were protected by the government. Not because they were clean, but because they were useful."
Alex stared at her. "Useful how?"
"Because the government needed things done that couldn't be traced. Weapons dropped into warzones where they had no business being. Gear that didn't exist on paper. No serial numbers. No origin."
"Wow! Ok. Go on."
"They were the backbone of the untraceable arsenal for half the world's covert ops. When black ops needed weapons in the Middle East, your dad made the drop. When a coup needed rifles without a flag, your mom handled it."
Alex's jaw tensed. "And in return, they were left alone."
"Exactly. No raids. No charges. Not even a mention in files. Your family was invisible by design."
"But someone killed O'Connell's family. Was it my parents?"
"No," Rachel said. "It was a military job gone wrong. The explosives used were from your father's inventory, but they were rerouted. Sold under the table. Used to wipe out a suspected safehouse in Ireland."
"O'Connell's house," Alex said flatly.
Rachel nodded. "He wasn't the target. His family was collateral. Wrong intel. Wrong house. But all he saw was that the bombs were Wilson-made."
"Fuck! That's messed up."
"He started a war. Quiet at first. Assassinations. Threats. Your father struck back harder. But then someone inside leaked your location."
Alex looked away. "That's why they vanished."
Rachel took another drink. "Your mother wiped you from every system. Planted records of you dying in a car crash. She made you disappear so O'Connell couldn't find you."
Alex said nothing.
Rachel continued. "Your parents vanished to protect you. They didn't leave you behind. They covered your trail and went underground. And the empire they built… I'm not in the position to reveal anything about that."
Alex's voice was low. "And what about you?"
"I was trained by your parents," Rachel said. "Then, your mother sent me to watch you. At first, I was just a handler. But then I saw you rebuild everything. From the ground up. With no name. No help. Just your own damn will. I kept sending them details of your achievements and..."
"They follow my work?" Alex asked, with his eyes closed and his forehead resting on his hands.
"Yeah. They know what you have achieved. Well, they watched your movies, read your books. Your mom loved the Silent Hill book, and your dad loved Titanic and Lost in Translation," Rachel said with a warm smile.
"I... I see. You know, I cursed them, blamed them for everything. And well, leaving me in poverty without any help or answers... Now, you say they are criminals, and everything was just a setup. Shit!" Alex said with a lonely smile.
Even though he has nothing to do with them, still, the memories and feelings of that body are now his, and he is feeling all those emotions. Sadness, anger, loneliness. And a part of him felt nothing, as if everything felt foreign and not his.
"I don't care about them. I built my life alone from nothing, worked my ass off to pay of these so called fake debts, you helped and I am grateful for that. But them... I don't think I can forgive them for what they did and do. Not to mention, this assassination attempt on my life when I have nothing to do with their shitty work. So, next time. Don't mention them in front of me. I got nothing to do with them anymore. To think they are some shitty criminals. Haaa..."
There was a moment of pause...
"What about those paparazzi? Who killed them?" He asked.
"Four of them were foreign assassins, so your mom took care of them. The rest, I don't know. All I can say is it wasn't us. Someone else killed them and created the mess to drag you in. The cops find the dead body remains, then investigate, putting up clues leading to you. Well, it's a big conspiracy to take you down. We are investigating this matter. We'll know soon enough," Rachel explained.
After a moment of pause, he opened his eyes and looked into Rachel's eyes and asked.
"What about us? The kisses, hugs, love... Everything between us... Another mission to keep me occupied or something like that? Real? Fake?"
Rachel didn't look away.
"It was just a job at first," she said softly. "I was assigned to stay close, keep you safe, watch you grow, report everything."
Alex didn't interrupt. He just waited.
"But then... I started liking you. The way you worked, how you treated people, how you never gave up, even when you had nothing. You weren't some spoiled rich kid from a mafia legacy. You were kind. You were real."
She paused.
"One thing led to another. The touches, the late nights, the talks that went longer than they should have. The first kiss... wasn't planned. The second one, I didn't want to stop. After that, I stopped reporting anything personal. I told your mom I couldn't keep doing it like that. She understood."
Alex studied her. His voice was quiet.
"So none of this was fake?"
Rachel shook her head.
"None of it. Not for a long time now. I love you, Alex. Not the boss. Not the billionaire. Just you."
'Gotta keep an eye on her. As long as I don't feel any threat from her, it's all right, I guess. She'd helped me to build up this empire.' He leaned back, closed his eyes for a second, then looked at her again.
"Wow! That's a lot of information to digest."
Alex stood up and stretched his arms. He looked calm about everything. He loves Rachel. He never felt any threat from her. But she lied... She knew everything. But so did he. He also has a secret that no one knows. So, does that make them even?
Maybe?
Maybe not?
Should he just go away and keep a distance from her for a few days?
Should he just accept everything?
Too many complicated thoughts...
Suddenly, Alex broke the silence...
"Get on the table and go on your fours," He commanded Rachel.
Rachel obeyed without hesitation. She got up from her seat, climbed onto the table, and bent over in a doggy style position. Her ass was facing Alex as he came near her and slapped it hard.
Spat!
Rachel let out a moan of pain and pleasure. She liked it when Alex was rough with her.
Then came another spank. And another one. And another one.
Alex was spanking her butt. The table was shaking due to his force, and Rachel was moaning due to the pleasure she was getting from the spanking.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Fuckkkk!" Rachel moaned while biting her lips.
Her butt was bright red. Alex gave her thirty spanks, and now he stopped. He was standing behind her, taking deep breaths, and enjoying the view of Rachel's big ass.
"I hope you are ready for your punishment," Alex said to Rachel.
"Yes. Please. I want it. I deserve it," Rachel begged him. She wanted to be fucked by him, and she wanted to be punished. It was her way of showing remorse to Alex. If he forgave her, then it was all good. If he didn't... Well, she would suck him off or jerk him off or maybe let him do whatever he wanted with her body.
Alex pushed his two middle fingers into her pussy and began to finger her. He moved his fingers in and out of her fast and roughly, while stimulating her G-spot and her clit with other hand.
"Fuuuckkk! Fuuuckkk! Fuuuckkkk!" Rachel was moaning. "Faster! Harder!"
Alex increased his pace. His fingers were moving in and out of her pussy so fast that his hand was almost a blur. He was moving so fast and so roughly that the table was shaking and making noises.
Rachel was on the verge of an orgasm.
"FUCK!" She squirted hard, splashing all over Alex's fingers and hand. He kept going. He wasn't stopping. He continued fingering her through the orgasm and made her squirt again.
Then he pulled his fingers out for a moment, before pushing them back in her pussy and his pinky finger into her ass.
Rachel screamed with pleasure as Alex started finger-fucking her again.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She was moaning and groaning as Alex was finger-fucking her pussy and ass at the same time. "Fuck!" She squirted again.
Again...
And yet again...
On her ninth squirt...
Alex finally stopped.
Rachel was barely conscious with a happy smile on her face. Her thighs twitched. He could feel her pussy muscles twitching around his fingers. She was done.
He pulled out his fingers from her pussy and ass, and Rachel collapsed on the table with a moan.
Alex was looking down at her, breathing heavily. The table and the floor were full of her love juice. It looked like a crime scene.
"You are such a slut," Alex said. "Squirting nine times in a row... You loved that, didn't you?"
Rachel looked back at him, her eyes half-closed. "Yeah. I did."
Alex stepped closer and rubbed his wet fingers on her butt cheeks, massaging her sore flesh. She was still smiling.
"So what now? Are we good?" Rachel asked, looking back at him.
"We were always good. But you should have told me sooner. I almost got killed," Alex replied.
Rachel nodded. "I know. I'm sorry."
"But you saved me too."
She shrugged. "Well, yeah. That's my job."
Alex smiled. "I guess I can let this slide."
Rachel laughed. "Is that so?"
"But your punishment will continue," He took her up in his arms and began to walk toward the bedroom. "Rest for now. But tomorrow, 24 hours. I'm gonna fuck you, whenever and wherever I want, for 24 hours. Your ass, your pussy and mouth, all three will be fucked by me. Hard."
Rachel wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him. "I would love that if you start with my ass."
"You horny slut," Alex chuckled and carried her into the bedroom.
"Yeah. I'm your slut," She mumbled.
[Midnight]
Alex couldn't sleep. He just sat on the balcony, holding a beer bottle, while Rachel slept soundly on the bed.
'This is fucked up. What if they find me and attack? I can save myself, but what if they target my girls? Tsk. Everything was going great. Now, I gotta deal with this shit, and two new scenario... The Rookie and Lucifer. Why not just add Brooklyn 99 and John Wick? Maybe SWAT too? Maybe they already exist. Like one day, Keanu Reeves look alike John will come after my ass and we'll have a big fight. Then my parents will turn up as two of the twelve elders of the council of The High Table. Ha! What are the odds, right?'
He took a sip of beer...
"Haaa... Maybe I'm just overthinking things... There's no way The High Table exists here," He mumbled to himself.
...
[Bedroom]
Rachel shifted slightly...
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