Chapter 16 Sebastian #2
Making myself a coffee, I take my bagel and mug and carry them into my office, taking a seat behind my desk and bringing my computer to life as I start to eat.
Checking my emails first, I find three from our lawyers, updating me on the suit they’ve filed against Tom.
My family’s lawyers are known for being sharks, and now that I’ve given them a target, I know they’ll rip poor Tom to pieces and leave him nothing but chunks of bloody chum in the water.
As I’m reading through my other emails, my cell rings, and when I tap the screen, I see it’s Chief Turner.
“Chief Turner,” I answer.
“Sebastian, good morning. I apologize for the early call, but I wanted to keep you updated on the case.”
“It’s fine, I appreciate you keeping us in the loop.”
“Of course, I’ve known your parents for years. I practically watched you grow up.”
I don’t correct the chief. He has been acquainted with my parents for a long time.
But it’s in the same way that I’ve known Dr. Harris and the headmaster at Green Acres Academy.
Over the years my parents have donated to charities and causes that they’ve been involved with.
People like Chief Turner are people we’ve had dealings with, but we certainly weren’t inviting them round for dinner and drinks.
“My detectives have spent several hours interrogating Mr. Underhill. He’s admitted to accessing your security systems and downloading explicit videos. He’s also confessing to taking explicit photos of you and Mrs. Lockwood without your knowledge.”
“Given the evidence, he could hardly deny it,” I remind him.
“Quite,” Chief Turner agrees. “However, he has adamantly denied uploading the videos and images to pornographic websites. He also claims that he isn’t the anonymous person who contacted you and that he has no knowledge of who it is.”
“And do you have the proof that he uploaded anything to those…websites?” I ask, lacing each word with disgust.
“We do. Our tech guys found his upload history on his laptop. He’d attempted to delete it, but my team is the best, so it’s cut and dry.”
“Do you think you have enough evidence to get a conviction?”
“I’ve spoken to the DA, and he believes we do.”
“Why don’t you sound more pleased about that?” I ask cautiously.
“Our tech guys also found a message stream that Mr. Underhill had clearly attempted to delete. It was between him and a second person. We’ve tried to trace the number, but it’s a disposable burner phone, probably purchased from a grocery store.”
“And what do these messages say?” I question, already knowing exactly what they say.
“It seems that Mr. Underhill and his accomplice were planning to hurt your wife.”
“What?” I gasp.
“It appears that whoever Mr. Underhill is working with, their aim is to hurt you, and they believe that the best way to do that is by hurting your wife. It appears it may be someone close to you, someone that you may know or may have known in the past.”
Chief Turner goes on to suggest that he station police officers at the house to act as personal protection, but I decline his offer, letting him know that we have it handled and that Starling will remain safe.
After he reluctantly agrees, he ends the call with the promise that he and his detectives will discover Tom’s accomplices’ identities soon and apprehend them.
When Clay planted an edited version of the texts between Courtney and Tom yesterday in his deleted files, we knew it would lay the groundwork for Courtney ultimately being discovered, but we decided to keep out the messages where she’d lied about trying to blackmail me because we need to make sure that no matter what we do to Courtney, it can never be linked back to us.
When my cell rings again, it’s a notification that my visitor has arrived, so I push out of my chair and head to the door to meet them.
“Dr. Harris, thank you for coming,” I greet him warmly, holding out my hand to him the moment he’s close enough.
“It’s lovely to see you again, Sebastian. How are you? How is your wife?”
“Come in,” I say, stepping back so that he can enter the house.
“Starling and I are both well, thank you. Come on back to my office so we can talk,” I suggest, leading the way.
Taking a seat behind my desk, I gesture to one of the seats in front of me, then wait while Dr. Harris places his old-fashioned leather medical bag on the floor.
“Is your wife here?”
“She’s upstairs,” I tell him.
“Will she be joining us?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder to the doorway.
“No, she won’t.”
His bushy eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I thought you wanted to talk about fertility treatments?”
“I’m not sure if you remember, but my wife has a very severe fear of needles, so she’s tasked me with explaining our needs to you. I’m sure you understand.”
“Oh,” Dr. Harris says, his lips folding into a flat line. “I do have a vague memory of us talking about this before, many years ago.”
Smiling confidently, I nod. “My wife and I are trying for a baby. She’s been using oral birth control for a number of years, and given that we’re hoping to get pregnant as quickly as possible, we were hoping you’d be able to give us both something to boost our chances of conception.”
“I see. Well. You’re both young and healthy, I can’t see why medically you wouldn’t be able to conceive naturally without intervention.”
“Our health isn’t my concern, although my wife has asked that you perform an exam on her to check that there’s nothing of concern that could prevent conception.”
“She has a gynecologist—”
Interrupting, I say. “Oh yes, she sees her regularly, but as our family doctor, we were hoping you could just double-check before you give her the shot.”
“Well, I mean.”
“I’m so appreciative of your help over the years.
Harry said that your son is such an asset at the company, and I know my mother is on the board for GAA and that she mentioned your granddaughter is in line to graduate top of her class,” I say, reminding him of all the things he’s taken from us over the years in payment for his ability to look the other way in some of the more morally gray decisions I and my brothers have made for our women.
Sighing, like he knows he doesn’t really have a choice, he nods. “I’d need to talk to your wife.”
“Of course. Let’s head upstairs, shall we?
” Pushing out of my chair, I circle my desk and then motion for Dr. Harris to follow me, as I stride through the house and up the stairs toward our bedroom.
Pausing outside our bedroom door, I turn to the doctor.
“Would you mind waiting here while I let Starling know that you’ve arrived? ”
“Of course.”
Smiling, I push open the door and step into our bedroom, knowing full well that the sedative I slipped into Starling’s coffee earlier still has at least two hours until the effects wear off.
Crossing the room, I sit down beside her sleeping form, taking in the way she’s kicked off the covers in her sleep.
Her ass is still propped up on a pillow, her legs spread wide, her nakedness so explicitly enticing that I have to squeeze my cock through my pants to quell my renewed desire for her.
Reluctantly leaving her, I grab one of my T-shirts from the closet, then pull it over her head, feeding her arms through the sleeves, then wiggling it down until her breasts and stomach are fully covered.
Staring between her legs, I slip one finger into her wet cunt, feeling the remnants of my release inside of her. I know that I need to clean her up and position her in a much less provocative way before I can bring the doctor in here, but I don’t want to.
Reluctantly grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom, I carefully clean the remnants of all the times I fucked her last night from her folds, promising to dirty her back up again later, the moment I have a chance.
Pulling the pillow from beneath her, I replace it with a towel, then drag my T-shirt lower until she’s completely covered, her perfect body hidden beneath my clothes.
Taking a second towel, I use it to cover her lower half the same way the gynecologist did the last time she went for a check-up. I’d insisted on accompanying her, but her doctor had kicked me out of the room before she performed her exam.
Once I’m happy that she looks like she’s fallen asleep waiting to be examined and not like she’s been drugged and thoroughly fucked by someone with a somnophilia kink, I take the signed waiver I have ready and then head to the door.
Opening it, I smile resignedly at the doctor. “Dr. Harris, it seems my wife has taken a mild sedative in preparation for the exam. She’s asleep, but she has left a signed waiver, giving her permission to be examined in her current state.”
This is the same thing Evan did when he drugged Sammy and had Dr. Harris remove her birth control while she was unconscious. He also injected her with fertility drugs to help get her pregnant, which is where I got the idea from.
I know Starling said no to the shot, but she has agreed to me using her body as I see fit and to having a baby, so in theory, I’m not doing anything outside of the remit of control she’s already agreed to.
“This is most unusual,” Dr. Harris mutters as I guide him into the room and over to the bed.
“She got ready the same way she does for her gynecologist appointments, and she’s requested that any shots be given in her buttocks, as they hurt more in her arms given how tiny and slim she is.”
Placing his doctor’s bag on the end of the bed, Dr. Harris looks to me, then to Starling. “Is there somewhere I could wash my hands?”
I point to the bathroom, hiding my triumphant grin until he’s walked away. I hear the water running, and a few moments later he returns, opens his bag, and takes out disposable gloves and a package of sealed medical equipment.
Pulling the gloves on, he unseals the sterile bag and withdraws a metal tray, placing it onto the bottom of the bed.