Jason was relieved when he eventually got into his room. The party was too loud. He was not bothered that his presence would be missed because he knew that his sister was more than capable of taking care of things. She had always been the perfect hostess, so he was sure everything was in control, though he knew he would have to come down eventually and bid his guest farewell and thank them for honouring his invitation like the ideal host. Else, it would really be very rude of him.

He changed his clothes and went down to the hall where the party was going on. He was just in time because alot of people were already getting ready to leave and had been asking of him.

Sally looked up and smiled.

'Well,here he is. I did tell you that he would be right down'.

'You did, indeed'. They said smiling up at Jason as he climbed down the stairs.

After performing his duty as the ideal host by wishing his guest farewell,he slumped on a chair exhausted. The smile he had pasted on his cheek and all the stress of the party was getting to him.

Sally wanted to know how it had gone with Phoebe but looking at her brother, she could see that he was exhausted and didn't want to bother him. So, she advised him to go to bed and they would have their chat the next day.

Jason and Phoebe started seeing each other but Jason made sure that it was not on a regular basis and to make sure that Phoebe did not start having ideas, he dated a few other ladies by the side and Phoebe was aware of this but of course she could not complain or show her disapproval since she had pretended to accept the condition of having a 'no strings attached' relationship with Jason. He had made it clear to her that he was not ready for any commitment and they were just two adults who enjoyed each other's company.

That was the situation of his personal life when he hit and nearly killed Nancy with his car.

Jason felt that Nancy was being usually stubborn. She was poor and had no one to help her and considering her condition- her pregnancy, she needed all the help that she could get. Yet her pride would not allow her to accept help. She considered all that charity but thank goodness that he had been able to eventually convince her.

He would just have to create a place for her in his firm. That way she would earn her wage and not feel that she was living off him or that she was handing down charity to her.

But he felt that the job he would have to give her would be one that would not stress her overmuch giving her pregnant condition.

He got home that day, tired and stressed

The fear of a near manslaughter charge was beginning to get to him because that was what he would have been charged had the girl died. But thank goodness she didn't and her baby had also not been affected.

He got under the shower, his servants asked him what they could get him but he had lost his appetite and told them he didn't want anything.

He had to start arrangements to ensure that the poor girl was employed because that seemed to be the only way she would accept anything from him and he felt drawn to help her. He felt sorry for her because he could see that the villain that had made her pregnant had abandoned her, possibly for another leaving her to fend for herself. The vagabond must be very heartless.

After his bath, he was about to prepare for bed when the door bell rang. One of the kitchen maids went to answer the door and soon there were voices in the hall.

Jason wished he had asked them to tell anyone who calls that he was either not at home or that he was fast asleep and had left strict instructions not to be disturbed but it was late now.

There were footsteps coming up the stairs. Who could have the guts to climb the stairs to him rather than stay in the sitting room downstairs?

Since his sister Sally went back to the city to be with her family after assuring herself of his recovery, no other person had come up to his room except the maids who come to clean up or bring his his tea or coffee anytime he did not wish to come downstairs for his meal.

He remembered how Terry, his former best friend had had the freedom to come and go as he pleased. He didn't think that he could trust anyone that way anymore.

But enough of that. Who was this person with do much guts?

The maid came up first.

'Excuse me sir, I tried to tell Miss Phoebe that you were tired and was having your rest but she would not hear of it'. She was clearly afraid that this would annoy Jason and could make him ask her to quit working for him.

'That's okay'. He said when he heard what the maid had to say and ty he person in question.

'Phoebe, it is indeed you. But you could have waited for me downstairs and I could have come to you'. Jason said after giving the maid the signal to leave.

'Why all the formality? We have been together for sometime now and you feel that I should obtain permission before coming to you?' she asked incredulous.

'Our relationship is a special one but does that mean you should come to me at odd hours?'

'I could leave if you so desire. I realize that ours is a mutually understanding relationship with no commitment but there is still a level of commitment because of the joining of our bodies. I had come to spend the night with you. I didn't think that I should have announced it. I am sorry if I made you angry'.

'I am not angry just that I could have been with someone else and it would have been awkward for the both of you if you had come in like that and at this time'.

'I am sorry again. But I had been watching and waiting for you because well, I missed you and wanted to be with you this night. So I saw you come in and knew that you were alone. I also noticed that you were feeling stressed and I thought that was why I decided to come help you get over your stress. I must have miscalculated'.

'I could have been with someone else and both of you could have felt awkward if she had seen you come in this way and at such a time as this as though you were the lady of the manor.

I am sorry if my words hurt you but it is the truth and you should always keep our type of relationship in mind'. Jason said as gently as he possibly could.

'I saw you come in because I had been anxiously waiting for you'.

At Jason's raised eyebrows, she hastened to assure him.

'No, there isn't any problem. I was just watching and waiting for you only because I wanted to spend the night with you if you permit it.

I also saw that you came in alone and looked stressed and wanted to kill two birds with a stone - satisfy my want as well as help reduce your stress. But maybe I got it all wrong. I shall be on my way out. My intention was not to aggravate you further'.

As she made to leave, Jason drew her back into his arms. For a moment there, he thought that he was beginning to get ideas of permanence into her head and he just wanted to disabuse her of that. So long as they had an understanding, then they could see each other occasionally.

Holding her, he led her into his bedroom and kicked the door short.

Phoebe smiled secretly, the night promised to be a night of passion.

She looked him straight in the eye and allowed her hands to trail down his arm and up again.

He could feel desire building up in him. He captured her lips and gave her a long lingering kiss, his hands moving down her backside.

Her hands moved to a position round his neck, drawing him even closer as she moved further into his arms, gluing her body to his. He snapped to attention.

She could feel the evidence of his need pressing into her mid section and it excited her. She moved her body round his hard length and it stretched even further becoming fuller if that was humanly possible.

He deliberately restrained himself and looking her straight in the eye, deliberately removed every item of clothing on her body. The action was very sensual and it aroused her more as she could feel him caressing her as he removed her clothes.

He started on his when he was done. But she decided it was her turn.

'Let me!' she said breaking the silence.

She removed his clothing just as delibrately. When she got to removing his boxers, she allowed her hands to graze his cock and he closed his eyes as he moaned with pleasure.

He hastened the removal by kicking off the boxers and falling with her into his bed.

He mounted her while taking her breasts into his mouth, stroking the nipples with his tongue while one hand was kneading the other nipple,and caressing her full breasts.

She moaned loudly. It was intense. Her tongue licked his ears and his neck as she gave him tiny love bites on his shoulders. Her hands were not idle as they kept moving round and round his back, through the line of his spine to his buttocks and he groaned and thrust his hard length covered with a sheath into her and she mouth let out a soulful moan as the feeling of being stretched filled her.

He started thrusting, at first very slowly, exciting both of them further, making her want more, then the tempo increased and she met him thrust for thrust.

His lips moving round her body giving her immense pleasure whole her hands kept caressing him.

She was groaning, and the pressure was building up in her.

He bit her nipple and she went over the edge as she tumbled through waves of sexual ecstasy, her fingers scratching his back as she screamed but the sound was immediately muffled by his mouth which covered hers in a kiss, though he groaned in anguish almost immediately, his face twisted in painful pleasure as he came as well.

Their breathing was laboured as he eased out of her and rolled over to the other side of the bed, pulled the condom off and disposed it in the waste basket after wrapping it in a toilet paper he kept by the side of his bed. He was too exhausted to go to the bathroom.

After their breathing had calmed, she went again into his arms but he was already snoring.

She had enjoyed their coupulation and would have wanted to have another go with him but it was not late. She was some ding the night with him afterall.

She thought for a long time, the strategy to get him to be permanently hers, she was finding that it was not really as easy as she had thought it would be.

After a while, she too drifted off to sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, she woke to use the rest room, after which she drew close to him and caressed his organ.

It came alive in her arms but he was still asleep.

'But not for long', she thought. She had to have him again. Her co habitation with Richard and her affair with her boss had made her not to be satisfied with just a round of sex.

She kept stroking him and molding her body into his and he started responding, still half awake until he finally sprang up when her wet tongue touched his dick.

He groaned as he allowed her give him a blow job and he had to pull her up roughly, be ause he nearly spilled his fluid into her mouth.

In one quick move, he turned her to hug the bed, her back to him as he took her swiftly in a doggy style.

Her hand found their way to her clitoris as she stroked herself as he thrusted in and out of her, his hand spreading her legs further apart and then resting on her shoulders as he moved in her.

After the explosion, he got up to prepare for work. He had alot to do that day. One of which was how to get that girl Nancy to start working for him do that he could help her without her pride getting in the way.

The previous day at the office, Mrs. Amos had not come to report for duty which was quite unlike her and he had tried her line but it had been unavailable but today, he was sure that she would come to work and give him an explanation.

Jason got to the office the next day earlier than usual because he wanted to see where he could place Nancy and where she would not have to stress herself overmuch but he was surprised to find that his most trusted and efficient secretary, Mrs Amos, who was always the first to arrive had still not arrived.

This was quite unlike her. He had decided as he drove to the office this morning that he was going to get Nancy to assist Mrs. Amos. She was very efficient it was true and she had never given him cause for complaints but it was also true that she was getting on in age and needed someone to assist her. He had thought about this before but had not really been serious about implementing it because he had been busy with other things which was quite unlike him because those he was a strict boss who likes his employees to be disciplined, he was also not one to take the welfare of his staff lightly.

Now, there was no reason for him not to get Mrs. Amos an assistant. Nancy had said that she had a knowledge of typing having gone for secretarial studies at one point in her life.

Mrs Amos could put her through and she could do some of the jobs till she was perfect.

Jason was happy. Now he was going to solve two problems with just one move.

Nancy would get the job she wanted and he would get an assistant for Mrs. Amos.

'Has Mrs. os still not reported for duty this morning?' Jason asked some of his staff.

'We have not seen her today'. they said.

'Has anyone been able to get her on the phone?'

'Still not available sir'.

This was not right. Something was terribly wrong. Even if Mrs. Amos was travelling or in trouble,she would at least have called to inform him definitely.

He had assumed that it was an emergency yesterday and that was why she hadn't come to work nor called to inform him but today again? It was just unlike her and he was determined to find out. When he finds out exactly what kind of problem, his secretary was in, then he could get Nancy to get started at work.

'But what if she was anxious to hear from him?' Jason thought.

He could not give her Mrs. Amos' job until he had found out what it was that had kept her away from work.

'But I could at least ask her to come to the office and wait for me definitely? It would keep her hope alive and she would also have people around she could chat with', he thought to himself. But that would mean going to pick her up and he wanted to go and visit his secretary to assure himself that she was okay.

'Why not do both at the same time? he thought. The way to Mrs. Amos's house was a different way from that of Nancy but he would see how he could manage it.

He drove first to Mrs. Amos' apartment but found it locked. He asked the neighbours if they had seen her or know anything about her but no one knew anything about her whereabouts.

'This is strange', Jason thought.

He tried the door and found that as opposed to what he had thought, the door was not locked from the outside but the inside.

The implication was that someone was still inside.

He knocked on the door loudly several times but got no answer.

He was getting anxious. What if the old lady was inside incapacitated in any way?

How was he going to force the door open or was there a back door to the house? He went behind and there was indeed a stairway because she lived on the first floor, he would have to climb the staircase.

He did but found that he could still not open the door to the apartment. It would seem that the door had not been used for a very long time. It was rusted and looked jammed.

What to do now?

He went back to the front door and was able to insert something through an opening in the door and pushed the bolt from the inside and the door gave way and opened. He heaved a sigh of relief. He had wanted to break open the door. He had decided that he would do that as the last resort and pay for damages layer because the life of his secretary was worth more than any charges that he may have to pay.

He cautiously went inside the house. Thankfully he had come with two of his employees, He had wanted them to take her back to the office if they found her in good condition while he went ahead to get Nancy.

They walked in after him stealthily.

The apartment seemed empty but it could not be. How could it have been locked from the inside if there was nobody home?

He walked further in and that was when he saw her.

Her body was twisted as though in pain. She was lying lifeless there between the settee and the table. She must have tried to get up but could not. Her hands were clenched as though in a kind of struggle. Her eyes were still open as though in shock and she was very dead.

Jason fell to his knees beside her and would have hugged her but his employees who had come with him stopped him before he could do any such thing.

'You should be careful sir. This could be police affair and taking fingerprints, may show yours. Don't tamper with the crime scene', Michael said.

'He is right sir. We should report the matter to the police immediately. Before taking any other action', Sean supported.

'But this is not a crime and it is not a crime scene'. An old woman happened to go to bed or some such thing but could not get up anymore, most probably because of a medical condition, she never let on'. Jason said.

'Still, we have to notify the police. Then we can get in touch with her relatives', Michael said again.

'Okay then, call the police and give them directions to this place'.

Michael did as he was instructed and soon the police were there with their forensic crew.

They took snapshots of the scene and catered away her body for a post mortem.

Jason was dazed but he did not want to give himself the chance to dwell on that yet. There were things that needed to be done. He still had to contact Mrs. Amos' relatives. Her husband had died about give years previously and she had lived there alone.

Jason tried to remember if she ever mentioned any relative and rembered that she had said something about a daughter resident in London. How to get her contact? He remembered that he had bought her a cell phone so that he could get access to her whenever she was not at the office.

He went through her things but didn't have to look far because the phone was lying on the settee near the place she must have fallen.