Tainted Deception

by Aleya Michelle

  “Your hips are sexy and would be no matter how much dessert you were to eat, Miss Maisen,” Chase answers perfectly.

  “You just said exactly what you were supposed to say, Mr. Hudson,” I declare as he places his hand on mine on the table.

  Within five minutes, Enrico delivers the most delicious array of sweets I have ever seen. There are eight different types of amazing confectionary for us to indulge in.

  “I am about to have a foodgasm, Chase. Oh my God, this dessert is amazing. My mouth is watering it’s so damn delicious,” I manage to get out as I try the hazelnut praline. I moan as I try the blueberry cheesecake; it is so moist and the taste causes my taste buds to explode. All eight sweets were delightful and enjoyable.

  After dinner, Chase’s driver delivers us to his apartment. I am a little tipsy from the red wine, but Chase insists on opening a bottle of champagne.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, my vixen?” he asks me as we sit on his stunning gray leather couch.

  “You are charming, Mr. Hudson, and goddamn good looking yourself.” Chase impulsively ravishes me and brings me to my first release of the night right there on the couch. We eventually make it into the bedroom to continue our night of passion.

  I rub my thumb along Ivy’s velvet-soft skin. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before.

  “Ivy, your skin is so soft, like satin,” I whisper to her as I continue rubbing. The movement and texture of her skin has a calming effect on me—she has a calming effect on me.

  I reach the nape of her neck and caress it softly as goosebumps erupt on her skin her. My fingers entwine her crimson hair. I reach in to engage her scent; it’s edible, like butterscotch and caramel, and I could devour her...

  I groan from her scent as I rub my nose and nuzzle her neck. Her perfume is vibrant and matches her personality perfectly. I reach her earlobe so I softly nibble and lick, and then take a bite catching her by surprise. She moans in response and whispers my name as she runs her fingers, stroking my hair.

  I seductively flick my tongue and lick the shell of her ear, making her shiver. My hands massaged her tense shoulders before one skims over her rounded breast and back again.

  I feel her erect nipple through her elegant black dress. I can’t help but smirk, loving the fact that she is so turned on and we are both fully dressed laying on my couch.

  Ivy’s hand wanders up my arm and her nails dig into my neck and through my hair, causing my breath to hitch. Teasing and caressing each other is the ultimate foreplay.

  I kiss her neck, gently at first then harder. Her grasp on my hair tightens as she pulls my face to hers. I smirk as her amazing jade eyes meet mine. Lust and desire have completely hazed her over.

  Her lips assault mine—her tongue enters my mouth and finds my own.

  I can’t help but groan. She is so sensual yet assaulting, her need for the kiss to deepen hardens my cock immensely. I push against her as we mold together. I kiss her hard; and suck on her tongue as my hand finds her round plump breast.

  I squeeze and rub her nipple, grabbing a handful. I need to feel her naked skin. My hand roams beneath her top and dives into her lace bra. I capture her flesh in my hand, feeling her stiff nipple and the plump softness of her bosom.

  Unable to resist the urge, I pull my lips from hers and hastily unzip her dress. She stands and obeys, letting it fall to the floor.

  I push her to the sofa and rip her panties off moments before my mouth hungrily finds her core. God, this woman is always dripping wet for me. I lick and nibble at her folds, my tongue dipping inside. Her moans tell me how nice it feels. I add a finger and work faster as she grinds her hips into my face. She explodes around my fingers as her legs shake and her body rides the waves of her orgasm.

  “Yes!” she screams in pleasure.

  I discard my pants and let my cock spring free. I’m so hard it’s almost painful as I roll the condom down. I lift Ivy’s legs and bend them to her chest, completely exposing her to me. I rub my cock against her still sensitive clit, making her wiggle and cry out.

  Slowly, I thrust inside her, taking my time to enjoy every second. This angle is so deep I can’t tell where I end and she begins. Our moment of passion intensifies when I hold her gaze as I continue to pound into her. I can feel her release building again. “Come for me, Ivy,” I grunt. Our combined moans echo around the room as we both find our release together. She shatters and pulsates beneath me, milking my orgasm from me.

  “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you, Ivy,” I confess honestly.

  “I know the feeling, Chase,” she replies, and at that moment, I know we are both deeply committed to each other.

  I am so grateful that it’s the weekend. There is nowhere else I’d rather be right now than here with Chase. Actually, where is he? I question as I stretch out on his glorious, king-size bed. My hand finds a note on his pillow.

  Princess,

  Breakfast is waiting for you on the sundeck.

  -Chase

  I smile feeling completely adored by this man.

  I excitedly head out to the sun deck and find that Chase has set up the table and chairs with an amazing breakfast. There is bacon, eggs, pancakes, croissants, and he even picked a beautiful long stemmed red rose from his garden surrounding us.

  “Wow, you have outdone yourself, Mr. Hudson,” I state to him as he embraces me and kisses me deeply.

  I eagerly take my seat and have a bite of my perfectly cooked croissant—I’m famished after last night.

  I pick up the rose to smell it when a thorn pricks my finger. “Ouch,” How can something so little hurt like a bitch? I go to put my finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding when Chase stops me.

  “Wait, Ivy, let me see,” Chase says grabbing the hand with my injured finger.

  What he does next totally blows me away.

  Chase takes the rose from the vase and pricks his own finger with the same thorn, the blood instantly bubbling on his finger. “Ivy, this is how you make me feel. You bleed, I bleed. I never contemplated finding someone that I connected with; finding my other half, the one I was destined to be with, but I have found that person in you. I love you more than words can express.” I can see by his beaming expression and glowing cheeks just how sincere his words are.

  He just said he loves me!

  “I would bleed and even die for you, Ivy. I promise to keep you safe forever. You are my ultimate priority,” he confesses with astounding sincerity.

  I am fucking speechless.

  “You would die for me?” I question him with tears in my eyes.

  Maybe I should be freaked out, but I’m not. I’m utterly overwhelmed with love and adoration.

  This is the ultimate commitment.

  I lean in to kiss him deeply as my pulse races and I lose all awareness of my surroundings. The same electrical jolt vibrates through us. I feel more head over heels than ever before.

  I have always been his, but now he is mine.

  “I love you too, Chase,” I tell him with conviction. I smile realizing that this is the first time we have both said it. What an amazing feeling. This sensational man loves me, and I love him just as much.

  Chase smiles and embraces me tightly, then catches me by surprise as he spins me around on the rooftop of his apartment.

  Love doesn’t get any better than this.

  After a memorable Friday night and Saturday morning with Chase, he drops me home that afternoon so he can get ready for his director’s dinner.

  I check my mailbox and I immediately notice the top envelope is from my agent. I rip the envelope open, and to my excitement, it is a letter with good news.

  ‘Congratulations, Miss Hudson, we have an interested buyer who would like to purchase twenty pieces from you. Please contact me at your earliest convenience to discuss this with you in further detail.’

  There is also a check attached for ten thousand dollars as a partial payment. Wow, this is fantastic! I hope to God they are happy with
what I can I provide for them.

  I have been using Ally McCoy as my pseudonym for my artwork. Life is too crazy as it is, and I don’t need the world knowing that this is me. Painting is something that I love to do, and I don’t want my bubble to burst…

  So far, I have sold ten pieces through my agent—like the one raffled off the night I met Chase.

  I am also flattered to know that I was voted best new Indie artist, and that the piece I titled Abyss sold for thirty-two thousand dollars at an auction. I donated the entire amount to charity.

  It’s surreal knowing that I have fans out there who have fallen in love with my paintings. My agent set up a website for Ally McCoy, and I already have gotten two thousand fans in just less than twelve months. I am totally overwhelmed.

  I think it is time that I confessed to Chase about being Ally McCoy. I mean, I never actually go to events or out in public as her; it is just a name I paint under. Surely, he wouldn’t be annoyed that I have kept that from him.

  I can’t help but think back to the charity event. I really didn’t give Chase a chance at all. My perception of him has definitely changed. I should have known better than to be a hypocrite and judge him based on appearance and stigma.

  Just live and learn, Ivy.

  The plan was that Lilly and I were hanging here for a quiet night; that is also what I told Chase. But I just got this text from her and plans have changed, and they have gotten much more exciting!

  We have a new proposition, girlfriend, and we are heading out on the town! Suzie and Cameron will meet us. Do you think you will be allowed to go out? LoL. -Lilly

  Always the smartass. I don’t let anyone tell me what to do, but I’m sure Chase would have no problem with me having a few drinks and dancing with Lilly. I am glad that my work friends get along so well with Lilly, it makes life easy especially when organizing last-minute plans.

  I guess I should ditch the yoga pants then.

  I don’t know what you mean about being allowed, I am an independent young woman. Do you think I would let anyone stop me? -Ivy

  There’s the Ivy I remember. I’ll see you at seven, chica. -L

  See you then, hooker! -I

  I reply with a humorous insult. An indication of true friendship is when you can joke and mess around and not take each other too seriously.

  I must admit I’m a little excited about going out dancing. It really has been too long.

  I get up off the couch and go to my room to get ready for the night. Slipping on my black skinny jeans, cobalt blue halter top, I even make my outfit all the more awesome by adding my Jimmy Choo Abel shoes. They are pointy toe pumps, black and navy with coarse glitter on them for the wow effect. Another Lilly inspired and forced purchase.

  But honestly these shoes are fucking amazing. Worth every penny of the three hundred big ones I paid for them. Good thing my paintings are selling.

  No time to wash my unruly wavy hair, so I pull it half up and add a couple of extra curls with my curling iron. I wear my favorite silver bangles and hoop earrings before I finish with dark eye makeup and mac red lipstick.

  Five minutes early and ready for some fun, I decide to take a selfie and send it to Lilly.

  I’m ready, bitch! -I

  Coming now, skank. –L

  I make the most of my extra time and pour myself a glass of wine while I wait. Of course, Lilly is always late so it turned into three glasses by the time she actually arrived. I’m buzzed and ready to get my groove on.

  Lilly drives us in her little white Mazda, and we almost had a head-on collision, but we finally arrive at Slammers bar and night club a little before eight

  Slammers is a large venue and has a separate dance floor, an elevated VIP Section, and the best service in the city. The atmosphere is appealing with towering ceilings and beautiful upscale surroundings. The DJ is playing “Starships” by Nicky Minaj.

  “I love this song, Lil. Let’s dance!” I scream in her ear trying to be heard above the loud music.

  We enthusiastically head to the dance floor, our hands up to the sky as we move and sway to the beat. The rhythm is amazing and seductive. I honestly feel high on life right now, with the direction I’m heading with Chase, and the music is inspiring and encouraging.

  “Time for some drinks, girlfriend. I need to catch up with you,” Lilly shouts dragging me to the bar.

  We find Suzie already getting friendly with some random guy and Cameron sipping on a colorful cocktail. God, this guy is good looking. It’s such a shame he is gay. Well, not for the men in the city.

  “Hey, it’s awesome you guys are here,” I shout to them as I embrace them both.

  “Always a pleasure to hang out with you, Ivy. Where is lover boy tonight?” Suzie asks while smirking. Nosy woman.

  “Chase is at a boring director’s dinner. Actually, he doesn’t even know I’m here,” I announce letting them know that just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean he is a handbrake on my life.

  “Girls’ night woot; no offense, Cam,” I cheer in delight, enjoying our surroundings and company.

  “Pffft, girlfriend, I am stoked to be one of the girls,” he responds gleefully.

  We all giggle and nod our heads. Cam is at times more girly than I am, especially in the wardrobe department. I don’t know how many times he has offered to give me a makeover.

  “Two vodka martinis please,” I order as the bartender looks in my direction.

  “You got it,” he answers and gets to work.

  “Someone is looking to get a little drunk tonight,” Suzie jokes.

  “Sounds like a plan,” I reply as I sip my drink. Damn, this is strong.

  “Something tells me Chase will be getting a booty call later.” She mimics a thrusting action with her hips. Dirty girl.

  After a lot more cavorting on the dance floor and cutting loose, we have shots, cocktails, and more martinis. I may be slightly tipsy as I start to lose my footing, judging by Lilly’s laughing at me and pointing.

  “Bathroom break,” I announce, and Lilly nods her head and follows me to the ladies’ room to freshen up.

  “That last drink was stronger than I realized. I’m feeling pretty drunk right now, Ives.” Lilly giggles as she goes into a toilet stall.

  I feel my purse vibrate and realize I haven’t checked my cell the whole time we’ve been here. Chase might be wondering where in the hell I am.

  Shit, there are eight messages from Chase and five missed calls.

  Whoops.

  Hi sexy lady, I miss you tonight.

  How is your quiet night with Lilly going?

  I wish I was with you.

  Miss Maisen, are you pissed that I couldn’t be with you tonight?

  Hello… Did you fall asleep?

  Ivy, I’m getting worried. I’ve called your cell and got your voicemail. Can you please call me back?

  Where are you?

  Pick up your phone, dammit!

  The phone starts ringing and vibrating in my hand. Shit! One guess who it is.

  “Hey there sexy,” I say into the phone. Maybe I can calm him down.

  “Where are you, Ivy? Did you go out?” Chase asks me, and I feel a little guilty. I was just having so much fun that I wasn’t thinking straight.

  “Lilly and I are just having a girls’ night out with a few dancezzzzz,” I reply slurring, and it makes me giggle.

  “You sound wasted, Ivy. Why didn’t you tell me you were going out?” he questions fervently.

  “I forgot. It happened so fast, Chase. How is yourrrrr dinnerrrrr?” I ask him and slur again. Maybe I’m a little more wasted than I realized.

  “Ivy, where are you? I’m going to come and get you.” His voice sounds more concerned than pissed.

  “Don’t spoil my fun, Mr. Hudsonnnnn. I promise I’m being goooooddd,” I slur boldly back to him.

  “Just tell me the name of the club, baby,” he demands. Aww, he called me baby.

  “We are at Slammers,” I answer now realizin
g I’m still in the goddamn ladies’ room.

  “See you in fifteen,” he replies and then hangs up.

  Did Chase just say he is coming to Slammers? I got lots of dancing in without him, lots of quality time with the girls…

  I smirk to myself—I really do want to see him. I always want to see my glorious man.

  He is like a drug that I can’t get enough of, but the fact that he is a drug can’t be a good thing, right? Does that mean I am an addict? Maybe I am. I like it…

  “Ivy were you talking to Chase?” Lilly asks while fixing her makeup in the mirror.

  “Yep, he is coming hereeeeee,” I slur.

  “Shit, really? Are you in trouble?” she jokes to me, but her face shows concern.

  I look at my cell and realize it’s after midnight. No wonder Chase freaked out when I didn’t reply. I always text him or call him back.

  “He didn’t sound angry, just concerned,” I reply.

  “Come on; let’s get some more dancing in before Mr. Stick in The Mud turns up.” Lilly pulls my arm and leads us back to the dance floor again.

  “Uptown Funk” is playing, another awesome song.

  I had forgotten how free dancing makes you feel. It’s mesmerising, and euphoric, and damn fun.

  I feel two arms around me and figure Chase is here already so I put my hands on top of his. I notice Lilly’s eyes widen and shake her head. “That’s not Chase,” she mouths.

  Shit.

  I push away the hands and turn to find a sleazebag dancing and grinding on me. Eww, how did I ever like being single for so long? Men can be disgusting..

  “Ivy, what the hell?” I hear the deep and sexy voice I know so well.

  Perfect timing. Not.

  I turn to see Chase giving the sleazebag a death stare. Man, if looks could kill.

  “Hey Chase, I’m so glad you are hereeeeee baby,” I say as I fall into his arms. They are so strong and masculine, but I need to distract him from hitting the guy who was touching me.

  “Jesus Ivy, how many drinks have you had?” he asks me sounding distressed.

  “Hmm maybe ten or twenty, who knows?” I laugh at my response.