by Rachel Burns
He went to his closet and pulled out a hanger, which he held out to her.
Elise slipped out of the dress and carefully hung it up.
Derrick was surprised how well she treated her things. It looked like she understood the worth of clothing at least.
Elise felt very self-conscience, standing in front of him with only her panties on.
“Can we continue now?” Derrick asked.
“Are you sure you want to?”
Derrick looked down at his body and lifted his arms in the air. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“If I wanted to leave now, could I?”
“Of course.” Derrick’s arms dropped to his sides. This had been too good to be true. He couldn’t hide his disappointment.
“The choice is mine?”
“Of course, it is.” Derrick should have known she would pull something like this. She was probably even right. They worked together, and he knew he couldn’t be in the same room with her without tempers flaring.
Elise’s nipples were swollen and still wet from his sucking. The apartment was cold because he hadn’t been home all day. Her nipples were sticking out painfully. They needed warmth.
Derrick was trying not to stare at them, but they were the nicest set of breasts he had ever seen. He wrapped his arm around her and lifted her back into his bed. “Do you want to sleep or do you want to make love?”
“Love?” she repeated, wanting to know what he felt for her.
Derrick wasn’t about to tell Ashton that he loved her. Maybe in a few weeks he would know if what he felt was love or if it was only lust. He kissed her, capturing her lips, so she couldn’t talk.
He rubbed her between her legs again, wanting to pick up where they left off.
Elise gasped for air when he released her lips.
Derrick licked over her nipples. He had been able to feel the hard buds pressing against his chest when he laid over her. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were on him, watching his every move. “Have you decided if you’re going to stay?”
“I’m scared,” she admitted. She knew it wouldn’t hurt much or for that long, but she couldn’t imagine how it would feel. She was afraid of the unknown.
“You don’t have to be scared. I’m here.” He cupped her face again and kissed her.
“I wouldn’t have to be scared if you weren’t here.”
“So much logic in a moment like this one,” he mused. It amazed him that she was someone completely different when they were alone. He liked this version of her the best.
Elise shrugged a little. She was waiting for him to make a move.
“I think it’s time for you to take your panties off.”
Elise nodded. She lifted her legs to her chest and wiggled out of her underwear while Derrick watched her closely. She dropped her panties over the side off the bed.
“Good. I was a little worried you would want to hang those up on a hanger too.”
“They weren’t that expensive. In fact, I got them on sale,” she told him proudly.
“I’ll bet you’re a gifted little shopper.”
“I try.” She smiled at him glad they had changed the topic. She was glad that they could joke around together.
“Are you honestly a virgin, or is this one of your games?” Derrick didn’t want her to play with him. If she was setting up traps, he didn’t want to fall into them.
“I really am. Is that a problem? If you want, I could leave.”
“I want you to stay. I just don’t want you to hate me tomorrow.”
“I could never hate you,” she confessed.
Derrick could see that she was telling the truth. He had never felt better about himself. He kissed her deeply. His tongue played with hers as they danced in her mouth.
Derrick was getting her ready with his hand. He stroked over her clitoris, filling her with need. He stuck his finger inside of her.
Her body was open to him, welcoming him, but she was extremely tight. She wasn’t kidding about being a virgin.
Derrick let her take a breath of air before he molded his lips to hers again. He took hold of his penis and inserted it into her. He felt resistance and pushed forward until he was fully sheathed inside of her.
Elise’s eyes flew open and she screamed. Derrick swallowed down her scream. He held her tightly in his arms, overwhelmed with a feeling of possession. She was his now. He would do whatever it took to keep her in his life.
He let her gasp for air again.
Derrick kissed the side of her face and hoped she wouldn’t be mad.
Elise was breathing fast, almost panting. Her chest was rising up and down, accenting her nipples even more. They had turned a dark red color.
The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. “Are you all right?” he asked her. His buttocks were still clenched together, so he was shafted deeply inside of her. He wanted her to get used to his size as quickly as possible.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
He was in agony watching her in pain. It seemed so unfair that she had to suffer.
Derrick thrust forward again. He tried to go slow, but her tightness was driving him wild. He picked up the pace. Their mouths were still glued together. He wanted to take away her pain and bear it for her, but the sensations he was feeling were so very far from pain.
Elise ran her hands up his arms and down his shoulders. Bravely, she moved them over his back and down to his tight rounded bottom. Her hands squeezed his cheeks, pulling him closer against her. She wrapped her legs around him, so her feet were slightly under his buttocks. Her feet also tried to push him closer to her.
The pain was gone, and it had been replaced with a wonderful flightily feeling. It felt like they were lifting off the bed and floating together.
Derrick felt her relaxing, and he also felt that she wanted more. He thrust into her harder, getting her to moan louder. Her head was tilted back, and she had her eyes closed tightly shut.
He saw she was still crying, but he would bet his eyeteeth those tears meant that she was pleased with him.
He worked his body into hers for a few minutes, trying to give her as much pleasure as he could, but all too soon, he stiffened, trying to hold back his climax only to realize that it was too late.
Derrick helped her to her feet. She walked on wobbly legs to his bathroom. He helped her into the shower. He was afraid she might slip and fall.
His eyes stayed on her while she shyly washed herself. He watched her through the mirror because she was being breakable Ashton. She might need him.
He now knew that tough Ashton was a role she played at work, so people would respect her. It was probably difficult proving yourself when you were the boss’ daughter.
That would also explain why she had been a virgin. Her attitude kept men away.
He washed himself in the sink. Her blood was on him. He was the one she had chosen to have her first time with. Maybe she would also choose him to be the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with?
“Can I use some of your shampoo?” Elise asked.
“Sure, go ahead and use whatever you want.”
“Thank you.” She knew she sounded too formal. They had just had sex. They knew each other well now.
“You’re welcome.” Derrick was asking himself if he should pick out a pet name to call her. Honey, sweetheart, or baby?
He knew the most important thing was that he did call her. He would shower her with attention, so she knew he wanted more than a one-night stand. In his mind they were a couple now.
Elise couldn’t believe what she had done. She had lied to get sex. Well – she hadn’t actually lied, but she definitely kept the truth from him, knowing that he thought she was Ashton.
Would this be something he could laugh about? Or would he hate her? He had gotten sex out of this, and he had clearly liked it. In fact, he had called out to God more often than she had.
She asked herself how she felt about not being a virgin anymore. She wasn’t sure. Sex had b
een amazing. Again she had profited because he was experienced.
Basically, she was glad it was over, and that she would never have to go through it again. It was a good thing you could only lose your virginity once. The beginning had been extremely painful, but what came after that had made it worth it.
Elise decided that she liked sex. She wanted to do it again, but she couldn’t just ask him out on a date. He still thought she was Ashton.
Elise stepped out of the shower. Derrick’s strong hands grabbed onto her to steady her. “Are you feeling dizzy?”
“No, I’m just very tired.”
He dried her off and told her to go lie down in his bed; he would join her after he showered.
Derrick watched her walking off to his bedroom. She had the sweetest backside. He no longer wanted to smack it. Instead, he wanted to cuddle up to it and worship it. Her lush cheeks would make a great pillow.
Elise laid down in his bed and covered up. She could hear him in the shower. Somehow, she would have to explain what she had done. She couldn’t worry about that now. Her eyes closed, and she yawned as she settled in, falling asleep on a pillow that smelt wonderfully like he did.
Derrick stood over her, watching her sleep. Never, not in a million years, would he have thought that she would be sleeping in his bed tonight.
He cuddled up alongside of her and sent a prayer of thanks out to whoever thought up the idea to have company Christmas parties.
Elise woke up unsure where she was. She was still tired, but still she sat up. “Where am I?”
“Hey. It’s okay. You’re at my apartment. Everything is okay,” Derrick told her.
“Oh, that’s right.” Elise remembered everything she had done: the lies she had told and actions that had happened.
Derrick had to grin to himself. She was so sweet. He reached out to her and kissed her soundly. Their lips were made for each other. The touch made his body come alive again.
He laid her down, so she was on her back again. He laid his body on her soft open one. “I want you again,” he whispered into her ear.
Elise’s hands glided up and down his body, touching his shoulders, his back and buttocks as far down as she could reach.
She could feel him hardening again. It made her feel so desirable. The lights were out, but she felt like a beautiful goddess.
Elise opened her legs wider and pushed her clitoris up against him.
Derrick guided himself into her. His buttocks were clenching on top of hers and thrusting in and out. He lifted up his upper body and looked down between them, wanting to see himself disappearing into her.
This felt fantastic. It was clear that he belonged inside of her. He would get a ring and bend down on one knee and beg her to marry him.
Derrick thrust harder into her. She was moaning and whispering what sounded like prayers to God. This felt so right. Soon he was coming inside of her again.
He kissed her and told her he loved her. They were both exhausted from the long day, so he rolled off of her and lay beside her.
“Good night, Ashton. I love you.”
Chapter 11 – Getaway
Elise opened her eyes. The sun was up. She could hear Derrick snoring lightly next to her. He was lying on his stomach with both of his arms under his pillow. He looked precious while he slept. His face was smooth and relaxed. There were no lines on his forehead, like when he scolded her to get on the phone and to cancel the contract.
She could see each of his black eyelashes. His strong arms disappeared under the white pillow, accenting his tanned arms. She longed to reach out and run her hands along them, gliding over the bumps his muscles made.
But he wasn’t hers. He was only lying beside her in a bed because she’d been deceitful.
A wave of guilt hit her. What had she done?
This wasn’t like her. She’d never been a naughty child or a teenager brat. This was the one and only crime she’d committed in her life, but it was so terrible that she couldn’t say the words aloud.
She knew she couldn’t confess to him what she’d done. What she’d done had been too horrendous to admit. She couldn’t face him. He would hate her and be disappointed that he hadn’t been with Ashton.
What had she been thinking? She scolded herself again.
This was going to blow up in her face, and he would never forgive her, much less love her back.
She had to leave. She needed to be gone when he woke up. If she got away from him, she could decide what was the best thing to do in peace and quiet.
Should she tell Ashton and ask for help from her?
Would Ashton hate her too?
They hadn’t been getting along well, lately. Elise had been so bitter about giving up college because of Ashton, and Ashton just might think Elise had done this to get revenge. That wasn’t true, but how would Ashton know that? The sisters’ relationship would never recover from this deceit.
Elise felt like she was going to be sick. She was filled with self-loathing.
Carefully, she sat up. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Even sound asleep; he was the best looking man she’d ever seen.
She’d given him her virginity, and he didn’t even know it. He thought he had received Ashton’s virginity. She’d made a mess of everything.
How was she going to explain this?
He would hate her. He thought of her as a kid, and he wasn’t the kind of man who would take deceit well.
She thought about last night. He’d been very considerate, and he made her feel desirable.
Elise knew she would never be able to fool him again. This would be their only night of love.
She would never forget it.
Inch for inch she moved away from his warm body until she was standing next to the bed. She didn’t want to be here when he woke up, but she wanted this moment to stay with her forever.
She tiptoed into the bathroom and got dressed. Once again, she looked like Ashton. Still, the time had come for her to be Elise.
Like Cinderella, she’d been at the ball too long.
Elise tiptoed to the end of his bed. She had to stop and looked at him for a moment, knowing they would never have another night together. The memory of this evening would stay with her forever.
She wished he loved her as Elise. Her heart told her he was the right man for her.
Her mind knew better. She was invisible to him. This evening would never be repeated. He felt for Ashton what she felt for him.
“Forgive me,” she whispered as she left his room.
She slipped out of his apartment and hurried away, fearing he would try to catch up with her.
She couldn’t pretend to be Ashton today. Too much had happened. Not even the dress could give her the feeling that she could be Ashton.
It was going to be hard enough to be Elise from now on.
Derrick would go to Ashton on Monday morning and want to talk about their amazing weekend, and Ashton wouldn’t have a clue what he was talking about. It would be clear that Elise had spent the evening with him, and everyone would be outraged with her.
Elise reached her father’s offices. The watchmen thought she was Ashton and waved her through. Elise went to the elevators and pushed the button for Ashton’s floor.
It was time for Cinderella to turn back into the pumpkin.
With long Ashton-like strides she walked back to her office. Elise went into Ashton’s bathroom and closed the lid on the toilet. She sat down and bawled into her hands. What had she done?
What she’d done had been unforgivable. Now he would never like her, and Ashton would be mad at her too.
Elise cried and wished she’d gone to college. She’d made the worst decisions since she was here. She should have been selfish and said she would go no matter what. Why hadn’t they sold something, so she could go?
She longed to be like all of her friends.
In the meantime, she hated it here.
Elise cried until no more tears came. She washed her face
and changed into her own clothes. She wanted to go home and hide in her bed until this blew over.
Her father would kill her for doing this. He would be so disappointed in her. He had put her in charge of the party, and she hadn’t done her duties. Instead, she snuck off with a man and had sex.
The sex had been amazing, but it hadn’t been rightfully hers.
Elise went to the rooms where the party had been held. A crew was cleaning up. The rooms were being put back together. She checked the cafeteria. It had already been returned back to normal. There was no sign of what had taken place there over the weekend.
Could Elise clean herself up and go back to normal as easily as these rooms had?
Now she had to call her dad and think up some lie that explained where she’d been last night. Again she was in a position where she couldn’t open her mouth.
There had to be a way to get home without him knowing that she’d been gone all night.
If only she had Ashton’s jet-set life, she thought wistfully. She pictured a helicopter landing in front of their house and bringing her home from a date.
That was it. Elise straightened up. If Ashton got picked up with a helicopter, then her car must still be at the office. Elise went back up to Ashton’s office and searched her desk. She found the keys to Ashton’s car.
On the way down to the parking garage, she texted Ashton that their father had left before she could tell him he had to drive her home, so Elise took Ashton’s car. She apologized for not texting sooner.
Elise went home, showered and went to bed. She wished she would never have to return to work and face Derrick.
What had she been thinking?
Chapter 12 – Monday
Elise sat beside her father as he drove to work on Monday morning. She was biting her lips and thinking up the best apologies and ways to beg for forgiveness.
Should she warn her father, so he could brace himself for what was about to come?
