“Lunch was interesting.” I tell him.
“Did something happen? What happened? Was my mother a bitch? Did she say something? Do something?”
Before I can even get any of the words out of my mouth, there’s a knock at the door.
“Shit!” Devin expels under his breath.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m going to kick his ass!” Devin stands and storms to the door, swings it open with fury. The look of anger shadows his face and Pete, walks in with a smile on his face. He turns and sees me.
“Oh, so she decided to watch?” He says with a grin.
“I told you earlier that I wanted nothing to do with what you are offering.”
“Yes, you did. But I have the upper hand here, I hold your secret and can blast it all over the city in a matter of minutes.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not ashamed of my past, I already told you that!” Devin folds his arms across his chest, widens his stand and sneers.
“I have connections all throughout the city, you wouldn’t know the kind of reach that I have.” Pete looks between the two of us.
“Con, I’m going to need you to call down to the front desk. Tell them to send up security.” Devin instructs.
I move to the phone and Pete shoots me a look.
“Yes, puppy. Do as your master says.” He teases.
“Don’t you fucking dare speak to my wife like that!”
I call security as the two men have a stare down. They continue to talk heatedly, and I tune them out to talk to the front desk.
“You and I both know that this relationship between the two of you is a complete farce.”
“Don’t act like you know me. You and I are two different people, and didn’t you notice that I never called you, I never asked you to come over, and I never begged for you to stay over?” Devin returns.
“But you never turned me down when I offered to suck you off in a corner.”
“Doesn’t that make you feel dirty? Sucking me off in a corner? Letting me take you and succumb to my own desires?”
“You enjoyed it all just as much as I did. And now, everything that you enjoy in your private life, will no longer be private. Unless you decide to abide by what I requested earlier.”
“I told you that you will not be able to bully me into any sexual acts with you. I am a married man now, and you have no idea who you are fucking with.”
Security shows up behind the two men.
“Is there a problem here?” One of the giant men asks from the doorway.
“I would like this man escorted out of the building and to never allow him back in.” Devin replies firmly.
The guard who spoke grabs Pete by the arm as the other does the same. Pete is dragged away, and I rush to Devin’s side. He puts his arm around me, as we both watch the guards wait with Pete for the elevator.
Pete leans forward, looks to us and smiles. “I had a nice chat with Mrs. Richards yesterday.”
“Quiet!” One of the guards pulls him up then throws him into the elevator as the doors open.
Devin lets out a ragged breath and pulls me into him. I put my arms around his middle and press myself into him.
“What the hell does that mean? Did he talk to you?” Devin asks.
“Not me, but your mother.” I tell him.
He pulls back and looks at me.
“What?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Devin
I had a nice chat with Mrs. Richards yesterday.
And now, I’m being led by the hand to the couch by a silent Connie.
We sit beside one another, both looking at our entwined hands.
“Connie, I’m going to need you to clarify what you just said.” I say quietly.
“The lunch that I had with your mom today, well she brought up some interesting things.”
“What happened? I knew I should have cancelled my meetings and come with you.” I say under my breath. “What did she say? Did she do anything to you?”
“What? God no, why would she?” Connie’s face pales as she looks up.
“I don’t know what my mother is capable of. What happened?”
“She knows about your sexual proclivity with the same sex.”
“Was that what Pete meant?” I ask.
“We had barely sat down when she asked me what I was doing with you. She asked me if you were paying me to be with you, because you were clearly gay. She said that she knew it all along, saw you creep off into corners with men. Never met any girlfriends, and you never seemed to have any real relationships.”
“I have, but she just didn’t know about them. Did she say anything threatening?”
“She offered me a hundred thousand dollars to remain silent.”
“What the hell.” I shake my head.
“I refused it, of course. I don’t want anything, no money, nothing.” She squeezes my hands. “If we’re going to do this, I want you to know that I didn’t take any money from her. I told her that what we had was real and that I didn’t know anything about what she was talking about.”
“My mother is a horrible woman at times, she’s full of bullshit, and uses money to clean up what she deems as a mess. I’m sorry that lunch was so horrible.” I release her hands and pull her closer to me. We are hip to hip as I kiss her temple.
“I denied everything, maybe that made me look naive in her eyes, but I denied it.”
“It’s okay, I don’t expect you to answer for my past. I don’t expect you to need to clean up my messes, and I certainly don’t need you to have to deal with my mother like that again.”
“It’s okay. We’re in this together, right?” She looks up at me, her eyes rimmed with unshed tears.
“I’ll talk to my mother. She owes you an apology.”
“How can I face her again? She must hate me or think that I’m a total liar.”
“I’m the one who got you into all this. Don’t worry about it. Remember, it’s my reputation here that I asked you to work with.”
I stand up and grab my phone. It’s late, but I need to speak with my parents sooner rather than later.
“Hello mother,” I say into the phone.
“Ah, hell dear, you realize the late hour, don’t you?” She asks.
“I know you are a night owl and are likely sitting on the balcony with a glass of wine right now.”
“Ah you know me so well.” She croons.
“Creature of habit. Listen, I hear the lunch today was a little colorful.”
“Oh, you don’t say. I take it that Constance told you about our conversation.”
“She did. Why wouldn’t she?” I ask. “That’s what happens in a marriage, you talk about things.”
“Aw, that’s sweet.”
“Do you have a problem with my marriage?” I ask.
“Why would I?”
“You don’t need to act so nonchalant. Say what you need to say to me, not to my wife.”
“Say what?” she plays innocent.
“Mother.”
“I had a nice visit from a friend of yours, which of course prompted the lunch with Constance. I always had an inkling that there was just something that you weren’t telling us. And after my conversation with that nice gentleman, everything became crystal clear.” Her voice changes from singsong to chilling.
“You realize that we live in San Francisco. One city that is known for same sex rights. Harvey Milk ring a bell mother?”
“It’s different when it involves your child.”
“It shouldn’t. There’s nothing wrong with loving another human being.”
“Then why hide it, all these years?”
“I didn’t. I just kept it out of the news. I never hid walking off from one of your events to go off in a corner with someone. I just didn’t parade my sexuality around.”
“Is this marriage thing, something to hide the fact that you’re gay?” She asks.
“I’m not gay mother, I like both men and wome
n—that would make me bisexual. This marriage isn’t hiding anything, it’s a real relationship, and I’m in love with my wife.” I say looking at Connie.
“Why didn’t we know her before you got married? How do you know that she’s not after our family money?”
“She turned down what you offered her, didn’t she?” I quip.
“I don’t think you know who she is.”
“Mother, I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.”
“I had a background check done on her.”
“And I bet you that nothing showed up.” I say.
“And wouldn’t you find that strange?”
“What are you insinuating?” I growl.
“Ah, I should get going, you take care now. I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Why a few days?” I question puzzled. Searching my mental calendar for what events I have on the horizon.
“There’s a lunch that the family is holding. We have donors coming by and your presence has already been confirmed by your assistant.”
“Figures.”
She hangs up on me and I turn to face Constance.
“My mom thinks that you are a gold digger.” I grin.
“Ha!” She snorts standing up. She approaches me, wraps her arms around my middle and kisses my jawline.
“Let’s go to bed, it’s been a long day and I’m exhausted.”
“It’s still early,” she says.
“Let’s go to bed and just talk.”
“Talk?” she smiles and raises an eyebrow.
“Yes, really talk—maybe naked.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Connie
1 year later
“Tell me your deepest, darkest secret?” he asks.
My head is resting on his chest, my fingertips are dancing in the divots of his stomach. The room is casted into shadows with the morning sun peeking through the corners of the blinds.
I look up at him and smirk.
“Well, that’s an easy one. A little over a year ago, I married this guy on a drunken whim to help his reputation. You see, I fought my feelings for what felt like so long, but one night I said screw it and we became more than I could have ever imagined. Our marriage was no longer fake and became the most real thing that I’ve ever been a part of. I fell deeply in love with him, to where he became my everything. We dealt with his mother and ex-lovers coming back for revenge, and a lot of public events. What’s your darkest secret?”
“That even though I got married on a whim to a complete stranger, the moment that I met her, I knew that she would be my forever and always. I knew that I had to think up a grand scheme to get her to marry me. You see I was a bit of a rebel. I would get into a little trouble here and there, party all night, drink, fight, and maybe partake in some fun with other men. But once I got the green light from her, I was all in and nothing else mattered.”
I slap him on the chest and lay my head back down, then resume dancing my fingertips along his skin.
“One year ago, we were just getting used to one another. We promised one year, and here we are, past that deadline.”
“And I don’t want to be anywhere else.” I tell him.
“And neither do I,” he looks down at me and squeezes my shoulder into him.
“I don’t want to go to dinner tonight.” I tell him.
“I don’t either, but it’s the celebration dinner for my father’s re-election.”
“I know. I just would rather stay here in bed with you.”
“Oh, trust me, that’s where I would rather be too. How about we put in a few good hours, eat some free food, get a little tipsy and come home to fuck on all the surfaces of this damn place one last time before our move?”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful.”
Devin
My forehead rests against hers. I search her eyes, they’re carnal with desire, matching mine as we stumble inside our place. Both our chests are heaving and I can smell her arousal which eliminates any of the doubts of our move drifting around in my head.
“Are you ready for this baby?” I ask cradling her head in my hand.
She nods without hesitation and I pull her so our lips mesh together. She’s easily the greatest kisser that I’ve ever kissed. She’s soft yet commanding. She tastes delicious, and the tiny noises that come from the back of her throat—I could survive off of those for days.
My hands cup her breasts, her hands rake through my hair, slightly tugging as our kissing gets intense. My hands trail from her breasts to her ass and I grip her globes. I feel no panty line, which makes my cock twitch again, she knows that I love it when she’s not wearing anything.
She sits up and angles her body with one arm holding her up to remove her shorts.
My eyes are glued to her hands, my breath is caught in my throat and my heart is practically beating out of my chest.
Holy fuck!
I know my eyes should be trained on hers, treat her with respect and all. But her pussy, wow, her pussy is making my previously dry mouth water like a fucking geyser. I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to flip her on her back and eat her like a fucking five course meal, like I’m loading up before a big game. Fuck!
She hovers again over my cock, it twitches, tapping her pussy as if it’s got a mind of his own saying ‘please play with me’.
She daringly sits on my cock; her pussy lips encasing me, wetting my shaft as her hips move slightly back and forth. My hands are on her hips, helping her and wishing that my cock was in her, but relishing in the foreplay.
She leans back as I fist my cock and stroke it as she licks her lips and watches the movements of my fingers. I reach for her, but she slaps my hand out of the way. She grasps my shaft and runs the crown against her center. She feels warm and I’m trying everything not push myself into her as she teases the both of us.
Her tongue peaks out of her lip as she concentrates and then she slowly puts me inside. She locks eyes with me, my hands are on the top of her thighs, my breath is halted as I watch her expression as she takes my cock.
And man, does she take it.
“Tonight, I had the privilege of attending the exclusive event at the mayor’s mansion. Mayor Richards and guests had a late celebratory dinner this evening full of smiles and laughter after the results from the polls came in with a record-breaking approval of votes. The event was a family atmosphere with sharable table dishes and plenty of laughter. This event was something out of a storybook, resembling your standard Italian Sunday night dinner.
Donors and city supporters filled seats, and everyone was welcome. The whole family showed up in support, including the young Richards with his lovely wife, Mrs. Richards who have been keeping to themselves these past few months. We even heard whispers that the young couple was sharing their final evening with us and will be moving out of town and heading to the white sandy beaches and palm trees. Perhaps to where their romance began? We can only hope happiness for those two.
I’m Krista Davidson and you’re watching the eleven o’ clock news. Back to you in the studio.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Two months later
Miami
Connie
There’s something amazing about waking up with a view of white sands, palm trees and the sight of the ocean. After a few weeks of living here in Miami, I have to pinch myself every time, because it just doesn’t seem real. But this is my life now. I work in a busy emergency room, walk barefoot along the soft sand and most nights I spend wrapped in Devin’s arms. But most mornings, I wake up alone.
I have a strange feeling in the back of mind that Devin seeing Felipe every other morning this week, isn’t just the discussions of business?
We agreed to be exclusive, is he still keeping to that promise?
Or is he seeing his ex-lover romantically under the guise of work?
Devin
If you would have told me a little over a year ago that I would be married and happy about it, I would
have laughed in your face. But here I am, sitting beside my lovely wife on our patio eating lunch while she tells me about her shift in the ER.
“You wouldn’t believe some of the shit that I’ve seen in the last twelve hours.” She takes a bite out of her bagel and chews.
“Anything gross?” I ask.
“Nothing really gross, well I mean sometimes everything is gross, just depends on how you look at it. But more than anything, the last shift was fascinating.” I know that she should go to bed, but when she works the overnight shifts, we try to have something to eat before she hits the hay and I venture back out with my day.
Since moving to Miami, I’ve happily started working at a marketing firm that Felipe referred me to.
Felipe. Oh, Felipe.
When I called him up and told him the news that I would be moving to Miami, I could hear the excitement in his voice, and it killed me, hearing the excitement dissipate when I told him that Connie, the woman that he and I shared a bed with on my wedding night would be coming with me. Once the initial disappointment faded, we continued to be friends, except he was a little closed off than what I have known him to be. But I did promise to him that I would help him with something, something that I’m not so sure that I should be doing.
“Dev. Earth to Dev.” Connie’s hand waves in front of my eyes and I blink out of my daze and look at her.
“Sorry babe. I got lost a little. What were you saying?”
“I was asking about your morning. How was your meeting?”
“Oh, yeah. It was good. The team and I are on the same page, and it looks like they’re trusting me a little more now.”
“Awesome. Did you have breakfast again with Felipe?”
“Nah, not today. But I wanted to run something by you,” I prep her.
“Sure, what’s up?” she questions.
“I think that there’s a little bit of hurt feelings from Felipe, so would you mind if I hung out with him here and there? We have so much history and I don’t want him to think that just because I got married that I’m going to drop my friends. And he’s my friend.”
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