Katy's mouth popped open and then closed. Umar continued. "I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but I thought I should before it was too late."
"How do you know?" Katy shouted.
"I saw them," Umar replied. "In his office - last Tuesday night when they thought they were alone. I saw Tony's buttocks heaving into Annabel's spread legs. She was on the desk, calling his name, clawing at his back and he ..."
"You can spare me the details. The bastard. And that tart Annabel. What do I do now? I behaved impeccably on my hen night, when there was so much available cock."
"I am so sorry, Katy. If I could do anything to help, I would."
Katy looked at Umar, a plan forming in her mind. "In fact, Mr. Sadiq, you can." She pushed him backwards into the sofa, and sat over his lap, straddling him, facing him. "We are going to pay him back," she breathed, reaching for Umar's shirt to unbutton it.
"Katy, Miss Harrison, stop. This is not the way. I'm a married man."
"And I am shortly to be a married woman." Katy reached her hands into Umar's shirt, clutching hold of his chest, brushing his rapidly hardening nipple and kissed him wetly on the lips. |