Andy and his Mom bunkered down in palatial style while the news cycle, fed by tidbits and scandal from 'unnamed sources' continued to churn.
Alex found out about Stanley Reilly about the same time as Heather and Andy did, via a text from the head of security for Whiteleaf who still had friends at the police station. The marketing department took the information that hadn't yet been released to the press and released it anyway, with their own unique spin on events. Andy made both front and back pages. Everyone was shocked. The neighbour's photo of Heather in tears as she spoke to the police in her driveway made the local news. The marketing team turned Stan into an abusive husband, Heather as the downtrodden wife, and Andy as the hero trying to keep the peace. He was good to his mother. He was the people's champion.
Alexandra Saxon-White was as shocked as anyone to hear the news. Coincidentally, she'd been at the competition to support their champion who'd won his race, only to return home to this terrible news. Of course Whiteleaf would support their hero and his poor mother at a time like this. Photos of the bedroom appeared online (the police had no right to release them). What about the poor mother in all of this? Ms. Saxon-White generously offered her guest house while they 'processed' this terrible news. As long as it took. Whiteleaf supports abused women.
Alexandra Saxon White's dark Mercedes left the Whiteleaf carpark on Sunday evening and climbed up from the city limits, twisting around the hillside, and through the gates to her home. As she approached, her private gates silently parted and the garage door opened. The house lights illuminated the driveway. Her house was one of the first built in this part of town and became the style for the rest of houses built on what became known as 'High Plains North'.
The house was split over four floors but visually from the outside it appeared as three. Starting at the basement there are four rooms; one contained the cinema that hadn't been refurbished except for a new projector and a popcorn making machine that hoped to impress Andy with. Opposite was 'The Snug' which was part library and part family room, only recently refurbished. Two other rooms hadn't been used for many years.
The ground floor was traditionally split for a large home. The house had sash-windows that gave it a heritage feel along with the panelled double front doors. Through the imposing doors found a large flagstone floored reception with a central bleached oak staircase. On the left was the formal dining room again behind two double pocket doors that lead onto the formal lounge. Another set of double doors led to the informal lounge that turned into the informal dining room, further seating and a large kitchen, butler's pantry, family room and summer room that ran the width of the back of the house. During winter it was a good place to warm up and during summer a good place to find a ventilated place to relax.
The first floor contained five bedrooms of which had their own ensuite. All were tastefully and individually furnished but hadn't been used in many years. The spiral staircase continued up to the top floor where Alexandra's office faced the top of the stairs. Aside from her office, the entire upstairs contained Alexandra's private retreat, consisting of her bedroom, two walk-in wardrobes, a fitting room and a huge bathroom. Going left went to the private lounge that doubled as a changing area as it connected to the two, long walk-in wardrobes. Through the other side of the wardrobes led to the bathroom containing a freestanding tub on a plinth and two large showers and his and hers sinks. After the bathroom there was another small anteroom containing various mannequins with her most expensive dresses and after that lay her enormous bedroom. The bedroom completed the circle and led onto the top-floor landing and the door to her office.
Aside from the main house, there were four other buildings on the property consisting of two large double garages each with their own accommodation, a guest house that used to be her assistant's house and the pool house at the bottom of the garden. Despite the size of the house she preferred it to herself, but would often return late from work and head straight up the spiral staircase to our own floor at the top of the stairs.
Alex hadn't always lived alone. Once the house had been completed she took to looking for a partner to share her life with. The two men she allowed to move in with her had strong personalities and sought to dominate and control her life. She was more than capable of doing that herself. Her next partner had lasted longer. She picked an artist who brought kindness and thoughtfulness but his weakness for decision-making meant it took all of her energy to organise him and continue to be chief financial officer. She wanted someone who was her equal, and no man seemed a match.
Alexandra decided she needed sex more than she needed a relationship. She realised she wasn't able to go to her local sex workers, and given her job profile, she wasn't able to fly to Vegas as this too would have brought her, her role and the company she loved into disrepute. So she resorted to flying sex workers from Vegas, but found that they brought with them massive egos. She didn't need her ego crushed for a simple fuck.
It was by complete chance that she had been told that the Whiteleaf sponsorship budget hadn't been touched and should the funds be returned to the general ledger. She decided it was an opportunity to raise the company profile but wanted to pick a sport that the company pocket could afford, and therefore meant picking something a little less mainstream. Another random meeting found her authorising the sponsorship of a triathlon event. Out of curiosity she decided to attend and found herself presenting awards to the winners. She also realised that both the men and women had a huge appetite for sex after their competition and so took to discreetly taking competitors back to their hotel room. The event that Whiteleaf had sponsored when Andy first completed was their third and most expensive event sponsorship to date. By the time she overheard Andy having vigorous anal sex with Esher 'Ezy' Bartlett she had previously fucked half a dozen competitors. Andy's anal destruction of a well-known Olympian brought him to her attention.
After their first week Alex had helped Heather move her things from the guest room downstairs to the master bedroom. Alex felt her heart sink when she walked into the guest room. Most of Heather's clothes were still in boxes and those that weren't all Whiteleaf branded merchandise. The house had a hidden elevator, and so moving Heather from the guest room to the master suite took as long as filling the elevator, pressing the button and giggling to each other as they raced it upstairs trying to beat the ping.
Heather followed Alex through the private lounge on her own floor into the walk-in wardrobes. Both had been arranged in parallel, in a 'his' and 'her' arrangement, although the wardrobes had only rarely been used as such. Alex hadn't shared her home for so long that she wondered if she would ever allow her space to be shared again. Now she realised that she not only wanted to share it, but wanted to make the house she'd built into a... and she gasped at the blatant audacity of her own thoughts... a family home. She half-smiled at the thought; she'd be getting some seriously fucked-up sex too, and Heather's relationship with Andy was something that still shocked her when she gave herself a moment of reflection. She was having sex with her own son. Alex mitigated it partly through justification of just how just incredible Andy is at sex and partly through her own morbid fascination of just being present watching Heather getting fucked by her own son. She suspected Heather's sexual intensity had always been within her but latent until recently and now she was letting her emotions run the full course.
After Sunday dinner, Alex asked both Heather and Andy to join her in the office for a chat. She felt that they would all feel more settled if they discussed what the future held. With so much going on in the last week, Heather contemplated some of the decisions she'd made and wondered if they'd been the right ones. Andy just wanted to know if he could get back to training.
Heather sat next to Andy in Alex's office in the centre of her home at the top of a long, curved staircase. Both wore Whiteleaf branded sports gear; Andy in his favourite cotton joggers and hoodie, Heather in her now familiar pleated White / Green tennis skirt, polo shirt, and finished off with white knee socks with green piping. Alex closed her eyes and pondered how unbelievably, ridiculously fortunate she was. She steepled her fingers and leaned back in her chair as Heather and Andy sat opposite waiting for her to speak. She could feel them leaning forward even with her eyes closed. She'd opted for a dark blue dress with white edging that fitted to the waist and exemplified her cleavage. Not work appropriate, she mused, but it seemed to have the appropriate impact on the two people sitting opposite her.
"My darlings, my loves, let us try and move forward." And with the slightest of pauses, "Yes?"
Both Heather and Andy smiled. Once over the shock of the accident, both had been wondering what was going to happen to them. They'd been living in luxury at Alex's amazing house for over a week. It had allowed Heather time to grieve her marriage and Andy time to adjust to his new surroundings.
"We need to find a new normal for you both, and I hope, I want, I would like very much for you both to feel that this is your home, too? Yes? Yes?"
Alex made her plea. Heather and Andy looked at each other, then at Alex, and nodded.
"Alex, we don't know how to thank..."
But before Heather could finish, Alex held up her hand to stop her.
"I want you both to feel that this is your home, but more than that, I want you to put the past behind you and find happiness here."
