Chapter Thirty-SevenMac woke up alone. He glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 9:00 a.m. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so late. He wondered why Grace hadn’t woken him when she got up.He got up and threw on a T-shirt and boxers as he hadn’t bothered to put anything on after fucking his sexy wife in their incredibly comfortable new bed last night.He thought he’d find her in the library, but when he looked, she wasn’t there. He sent her a quick text.Hey, where are you?Her answer came back immediately.I’m in the breakfast room. I let you sleep in since it’s Saturday. You were so tired, baby.Mac headed down to join his wife to find her sitting in a sheer royal blue nightgown.“You look delicious, darling, but I think you might want a robe. Some of the staff might be uncomfortable seeing more of your exquisite body than they should,” Mac said, wiggling his eyebrows.“I told the staff not to come in until noon today. I said they’d still be paid for the time but that we had some things to take care of this morning,” Grace said before taking another sip of her tea.Mac frowned. “What do we need to take care of?”Grace rose from the table and took Mac by the hand. “Follow me. I’ll show you.”She led him into the kitchen and boosted herself up onto the gigantic quartz-topped island in the middle of the kitchen. She lifted the nightgown over her head and spread her legs.Mac’s arousal was quite evident as his raging hard-on pressed against his boxers.“Take those off before you rip them open with that big, hard cock,” Grace mused. “Then taste me before I die of need!”Mac wasted no time removing his boxers and his T-shirt. He took a leg in each hand and opened her wider to reveal her glistening pink folds. He planted sensual, wet kisses slowly from her ankles to her inner thighs before finally teasing her silky-smooth mound with his tongue.“Oh, fuck, Mac! I need…”But she couldn’t find words to finish her sentence once his tongue worked its way around her juicy pussy until it found the prize. He flicked her hard little nub and slid a finger inside her, eliciting sighs and moans.Grace arched her back as Mac nibbled and sucked her to the first orgasm of the morning.“Holy fuck!” she cried out.Mac grinned. “You’re a fucking genius for delaying the staff’s start time today. Flip over on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, baby. I’ve got an idea.”Mac grabbed a slotted spatula from the utensil collection and said, “You’re a naughty little slut, and you need a good spanking.”Grace feigned a protest but made no attempt to move. Her ass was practically begging for attention.Spank! Spank! Spank!“Yes! Yes! Yes!”Clearly, his hot little wife was enjoying herself, which made his dick throb.Spank! Spank! Spank!Mac noticed her juices starting to drip while he swatted her creamy white ass until it was a bright pink hue. The slots created stripes on her ass cheeks that looked erotic as fuck!His shaft was like a heat-seeking missile as he climbed up on the island and kneeled behind her. He took two fingerfuls of her nectar and coated his rod before slipping it inside her. He grabbed her hips and moved inside her with firm, deliberate thrusts.“Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet!” Mac yelled, loving that there was no reason to be quiet. “It feels so good to pump into you, giving you all of my cock.”“Oh, God, yes! Fuck me harder, faster, deeper!”Mac picked up the pace until he was thrusting like a jackhammer into her.“I’m fucking you hard, baby! And I’m gonna fucking explode inside you!”He felt her body tense while his balls tightened. Then their bodies enjoyed simultaneous release as they screamed out each other’s Anadolu Yakası Escort names.Moments later, as he held her on the countertop, Mac whispered into Grace’s ear, “You are the most amazing wife in the universe.”Grace giggled, “It was fabulous for me too!”“We should make this a regular thing.”“Fucking on the kitchen island?” Grace asked.“Nope, late-start Saturdays. That way, we can fuck anywhere we want in the house, including the kitchen, and be as noisy as we please!”Just then, they heard the lower-level entry door open. With panicked looks on their faces, Mac scooped up his naked wife and made a beeline to the elevator. Just as the doors closed, he caught a glimpse of Suzanna coming up the stairs from the lower level.“I guess Suzanna didn’t get the memo,” Mac said, annoyed that their kitchen fun had been cut short.“I sent everyone a reminder this morning. What the hell?” Grace was more than annoyed; she was pissed. “There is something off about her, Mac.”The lift doors opened on the sixth floor. “What do you mean?” he asked as he followed her into the bathroom.“She acts so jittery around me, and she watches me like a hawk. I find her in the oddest places, and she stutters when I ask her what she needs.”“Do you think she’s stealing from us?” Mac asked, frowning.“No, nothing is ever out of place. It’s just odd. She isn’t rude, but she isn’t friendly either. I just can’t put my finger on it.”“Alice hired her while we were in Europe. So, we haven’t had time to develop a rapport with her yet.”“Mac, when was the last time Marcus was here?”“Hell, maybe a year ago, why?”Grace tilted her head. “Didn’t Bentley say that the former housekeeper quit because she was uncomfortable with how handsy Marcus was?”“Yeah, so?”“Well, why would she have waited several months after his last visit to quit? And why wouldn’t she have contacted you directly?”“I just assumed she waited until we were in Europe because it made her feel awkward to confront me about my father’s, I mean Marcus’s, inappropriate behavior.”“Was she pretty?” Grace asked.“Who?” he asked back, looking confused.“The former housekeeper, was she pretty?”“Oh, well, yeah,” Mac said, blushing. “She was very attractive if you go for blondes. I happen to prefer redheads.”“Mac, it’s okay if you thought she was pretty. What was her name?”“Sophia.”“A pretty blonde with a sensual name, I’ll bet Alice got rid of her while you were gone because she would see her as competition.”“She wouldn’t…” Mac stopped and sighed. “Okay, maybe she would. But Suzanna is attractive and blonde.”Grace rolled her eyes. “Please, Suzanna is the poster girl for wholesome girl next door types. Alice wouldn’t see her as a threat.”“You’re right, maybe not. But how does that explain her seeming off to you?”“You haven’t noticed it?”“No, but then again, I haven’t interacted with her much,” Mac said, shrugging. “Wait a minute. Now that I think of it, I found her in the walk-in closet of the Front Terrace Bedroom last week. When I asked her what she was doing there, she said she was looking for more hangers for the laundry. It seemed logical, so I didn’t give it another thought.”“Well, should we shower and get dressed, then go have a chat with her before the others get here?” Grace asked.“Sounds like a plan.” Chapter Thirty-EightIt was 10:00 a.m. when Mac walked into the kitchen to make tea for himself and Grace and found Suzanna huddled in the pantry texting furiously on her smartphone.“Suzanna, why are you here before noon?” Mac asked pointedly.She nearly jumped out of her skin. “Oh! Um, well, I, um…”Suzanna stood frozen, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights, Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan unable to finish her sentence. She realized she was still holding her phone out in front of her and quickly tucked it in her pocket.Mac stared at her, waiting for an answer.Suzanna swallowed hard and said, “I didn’t get the text.”Grace entered the kitchen as smoothly as a lioness, moving slowly, deliberately until she stood uncomfortably close to Suzanna.“Then how did you know I sent the message via text?” Grace asked. “And why does my phone indicate that you not only received the message but read it as well?”Suzanna’s face became pinched, and then big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I told her I couldn’t do this anymore!”She crumpled into the chair that Mac grabbed quickly from the breakfast room when he saw her going down. Then she sobbed uncontrollably while Mac and Grace stared at each other, wondering what the hell was going on.Eventually, the tears subsided as Grace handed Suzanna a glass of water.“Why don’t we all sit down,” Mac suggested. “Who and what are you talking about?”They went into the breakfast room and sat at the round slate-gray table. The open curtains let the sunlight peer in through the large atrium windows and wash across the room, creating what should have been a cheery scene. But the misery on Suzanna’s face was evident and stirred pity in Grace’s heart. However, she suspected that someone might be Alice.“How about I tell you what I believe is going on, and you can confirm or deny my speculation?” Grace asked coolly. She didn’t want to make the woman cry again, but she did want to make it clear she expected honest answers.Mac sat back and watched his wife in action. There was something arousing about the way she took charge, but somehow still managed to have empathy.“But I need you to look at me when I am speaking to you, Suzanna,” Grace instructed.Suzanna looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and gave Grace her attention.“Now, I suspect that you were hired for the position of our housekeeper by Alice because she had prior knowledge of you, yes?”Suzanna nodded.“Are you and Alice acquaintances or friends?” Grace asked.Suzanna bit her bottom lip and looked over at Mac. Then she looked back at Grace and said, “We’re friends. We’ve known each other since elementary school.”Mac inhaled sharply. Damned if Grace wasn’t right again!“Did she fire Sophia so that she could hire you?”Another nod.“And did Alice tell you that you needed to spy on us?”“Only on you,” Suzanna blurted out, then she clapped her hands over her mouth as if she’d let the cat out of the bag.“Continue, please,” Grace said wryly. “What specifically was Alice trying to find out by having you spy on me?”Suzanna’s face scrunched up again as she tried not to cry again. “She said she needed me to find something about you that Mr. Stewart would disapprove of so that she could make him see that he’d made a terrible mistake choosing you over her.”“I see. And what have you told Alice so far?” Grace asked, annoyed.“I told her that you were wonderful,” Suzanna said, surprising both Mac and Grace. “I did mention that you liked to have noisy sex in odd places around the house, like on the dining room table. But I also told her that you were kind and fair and that I didn’t want to keep spying because you and Mr. Stewart seem to be well-suited for each other.”“And how did Alice respond?”“She told me that I needed to keep watching and not let up until I found flaws that she could use against you. Oh, Ms. Grace! I’m so sorry! You’ve been nothing but kind to me, and I’ve Escort Anadolu Yakası been horrible, watching and reporting back to Alice on your actions,” Suzanna said as she started crying again.“Excuse us for a moment,” Grace said. Then she motioned with her head to Mac to follow her into the front foyer.“I’ve had enough of Alice!” Grace hissed. “Not only is she still poking her nose in where it doesn’t belong, but she’s manipulating that poor, sweet girl into doing her dirty work for her. Suzanna is supposed to be her friend!”“How do you want to handle this?” Mac asked. It was hard not to feel like this was his fault for not seeing Alice for who she really was before it was too late. She’d been a remarkably efficient and reliable administrative assistant. How could he not have noticed that she had deep feelings for him? He’d dismissed her affections as some sort of puppy love. An assistant having feelings for her boss wasn’t unheard of, but usually, that was the end of it when those feelings weren’t returned. Apparently, Alice was delusional. How could she even think that he’d cast Grace aside for her at this point? There would be nothing he could discover about his wife that would ever make him leave her.“I want you to do something about Alice! She needs to understand that she’s gone too far and that this unhealthy obsession needs to stop!” Grace said in a tone that Mac had never heard before. “I’m tired of her trying to sabotage our relationship!”“Hey, Gracie,” Mac said, taking her hand. “Nothing she could say or do will ever tear us apart, okay? She’s rear-view-mirror history!”He had hoped to lighten things up a bit, but Grace didn’t smile. She looked at Mac and said, “Just remember, objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.”Mac wasn’t sure how to respond. But he knew she was right; this shit with Alice needed to stop!“What are we going to do about Suzanna?” Mac asked.“Her connection with Alice is unfortunate. I feel sorry for her, but I can’t have her here. I can’t live always wondering where her loyalties lie.”Mac nodded. “It’s my fault she is here; I will handle firing her.”“Thank you,” Grace said as she turned to head up the stairs. “Make sure you get her keys back. But I think we should call a locksmith and have our locks changed. I don’t trust that Alice hasn’t made copies.”Mac could tell she was seething with anger, despite her cool demeanor. He would make this right, whatever it took. Chapter Thirty-NineMcKinley Stewart had a strong knack for how to handle business issues. Personal troubles, especially when women were involved, were a bit trickier. And now he had to fire the housekeeper and then convince his former admin to meet with him so he could set her straight on this whole notion of hers that she could somehow get him to choose her over his wife. His head was spinning.He suddenly wished that Grace hadn’t headed upstairs. Then he shook his head and stood up. He was the owner of a global technology firm, for goodness’ sake! He had fired employees before. Why was this any different?He sighed. He’d never had to fire a member of house staff, and this one’s only crime was allowing herself to be manipulated by a devious woman who was supposed to be her friend. But Grace had a good point. How would they ever be able to trust Suzanna again? He went into the breakfast room and sat back down at the table.Suzanna looked up, misery all over her face. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Stewart. I needed a job, and Alice made it seem as if your wife had stolen you away from her. She told me that Ms. Grace was conniving and deceitful. But all along, it was Alice who was lying, wasn’t it?” she sniffed.“Yes, Suzanna. Alice lied to you. I think you realize that I have to terminate your employment based on the fact that you’ve been spying on Mrs. Stewart, right?”Suzanna nodded, and the tears started again. “I understand. I’d do the same in your place. But just so you know. I had planned to tell Alice that I wouldn’t spy anymore for her after today.”