I place my hands on her hips as one skims down her stomach. I find her thong and slip my hand beneath it reaching for her core. I massage her mound and slip a finger inside with ease.
“Fuck, Ivy, you never disappoint. You’re always soaked for me.” I can’t help but hungrily kiss her lips.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I tell her. She does as I ask. I thrust my throbbing hardness against her, impatient for our bodies to become one.
I feel Ivy pull down my briefs and expose my hard cock. I move her thong to one side, and with a quick thrust of my hips, my cock is inside her waiting wetness.
“Oh Chase!” she screams in joy.
“Yes Ivy,” I groan in excitement as I thrust again.
The angle with her on top is so deep.
“Hold on tight,” Ivy tells me grinning from ear to ear as she bounces up and down on my long hard length. She slams down hard causing me to moan loudly, and the pool water to splash everywhere, and then she circles her hips around getting a nice rhythm. Taking me by surprise, she unexpectedly slams down onto me again.
“Fuck, woman!” I scream as she catches me by surprise.
My hands are on her hips and together we move and thrust and pleasure each other with every move.
Ivy’s release hits her as she gyrates on my cock. She trembles as the wave of ecstasy takes her into oblivion. My grip tightens on her ass, and I squeeze, digging my nails in.
“Yes, oh yes!” Ivy screams as her pussy contracts around my cock.
I’m not caring who hears, I am glad she feels well fucked and needs to shout it to the rooftop.
I thrust my cock inside, pushing her down then up again one last time before I too reach my release. I pulsate hard and fast inside her as I come with one last strong and fleeting stroke.
Pure bliss…
Claire, my assistant from Hudson Industries, stayed on with them as an employee. The money was always what kept her there. We still kept in contact, so when she called, I just assumed it was for small talk.
“Hey Claire, how are you?” I ask answering my cell.
“Oh hey Chase, I’m okay but we have a problem here,” she announces.
“What kind of problem?” I question her wondering what has gone wrong. Has Christopher or Father done something stupid?
“Well Chase, it would appear that a million dollars have disappeared from the company,” she tells me shakily. I’m sure Father has grilled her and terrified her.
“Fuck. What do you mean there are a million dollars missing from the company’s account?” I say in disbelief. A million dollars doesn’t just disappear.
“I don’t know Chase, but Charles and Christopher are livid. I just wanted to give you a heads-up,” she tells me, and I’m thankful for the notice.
“There has to be some mistake. I have not touched that account since I left,” I state angrily. There has to be a mistake. “Actually the notebook with all of the codes is in my locked drawer, the spare key is in Charles’s safe. Can you check it out?” I tell her hoping it helps.
“That is the first thing we did, Chase. The notebook is missing and the lock has been broken,” she discloses to me, and I can’t believe it.
Fuck me.
“What has Charles said about this? Are the police involved? Did the camera footage show anyone in there?” I ask frantically. I want to get to the bottom of this.
“The camera wires were cut; someone went out of their way to hide the fact that they were in your office, Chase,” Claire responds, and that fuels my anger.
I spend the next hour racking my brain for who would do this? How would someone get away with this? I need to figure this out before the police start pointing fingers at me, and I’m sure Christopher would love to see me get blamed for it.
My first suspect is him, but I need proof.
Strange shit is going down at the moment. I was right to suspect Talon was up to no good. Money is missing from Hudson Industries, and so is he… hmm, very interesting.
Chase’s first suspicions were Christopher, but he has an alibi.
I’ve never seen Chase so depressed. Apparently, Talon has done something similar in the past.
A leopard can never change their spots; it’s just who they are.
“I just can’t believe Talon would stoop so low, Ivy. Seriously, maybe it’s not him after all,” he states as I embrace him.
“Maybe it’s not. There are a lot of things that don’t add up,” I reply trying to calm Chase. The buzzer to his apartment rings as he answers the intercom, half expecting it to be Talon.
“Delivery for Mr. Hudson,” the man announces so Chase buzzes him up.
The man casually hands Chase a large white envelope. “Who is this from?” Chase questions the dark-haired man.
“Sorry, there is no return address. They paid cash and requested it be delivered here,” he states and then leaves.
Chase eagerly rips open the envelope, wondering what the hell is inside. Could it be evidence?
He pulls out what appears to be large photos.
I can’t quite see them, but I notice Chase’s face looks shocked.
“Show me, Chase. What’s on the photos?” I demand to know what has him looking pale as a ghost.
“What the hell?” I question as I see a photo of myself with Christopher, Chase’s brother, standing next to me in a restaurant. My mind is racing; these photos make it look as though I have met up with him in secret. They have to be digitally altered. Wow, I just can’t believe it.
"What the fuck are these photos, Ivy?” Chase asks me accusingly. I shake my head in disbelief. I don’t know what to say; the photos look damn incriminating.
“Those photos are fake. I promise you on my life I never met up with your brother. They have photo shopped it to make it look like we were together. Chase, you have to believe me,” I plead with him. Surely he will trust me and take my word for it.
“I don’t know what to believe, Ivy. The fact that these photos arrived at my apartment has me puzzled. Someone is obviously out to cause shit between us and we need to find out who the hell it is. First, the money goes missing and now this,” Chase states looking frustrated.
“I bet Christopher has something to do with it. I wonder if my apartment is bugged?” he questions and now my mind is racing.
This is the type of thing that happens in the movies, not in real life.
Why is it that when something goes right in my life, there is always a dark storm that spoils my sunshine?
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I’m trying to remain calm for Chase’s sake, but now someone is rubbing my name in the dirt, too. Why the hell would I meet up with that disgusting man? I’m going to do some investigating of my own, starting at Talon’s work.
I take Lilly with me. Honestly, it’s getting a little scary with all of these villainous men hanging around.
“Oh hi there, I’m friends with Talon. We haven’t heard been able to get a hold of him for a few days and we’re starting to get really concerned. I was wondering if you have seen or heard from him?” I casually ask the brunette receptionist.
“No, we haven’t heard from him since Monday. But another man was here looking for him. He was a shady looking guy, called himself Rocco,” she reveals to me.
“Oh really, did he say where he was from?” Lilly asks her hoping for some more information.
“No, just that Talon had better be in touch, or else,” the brunette replies.
“Okay thank you for your help. Here’s my number, if you hear from Talon could you call me? I have a feeling that Rocco guy could be bad news,” I tell her. I really hope she’ll call me.
I drop Lilly home and make my way back to my apartment. I should be studying for next week’s exam, but I need to check out a few things first and get to the bottom of all this mess.
The person who stole the money and sent the photos could be anyone. I don’t trust anybody at all right now…
I’m starting my snooping with Charle
s. He is a closed book, one that I'm actually frightened of opening. Chase seems to think his mother was unhappy and talked about leaving before she died, so something tells me there's more to him than meets the eye. I'm no private investigator, so I don't think I'll be unravelling that mystery. I’m keeping my eye on him, though.
I decide to Google 'Hudson Industries' and 'Charles Hudson’; it shows the usual company dynamics and his biography. I scroll down and skim the other search results till I find one that catches my eye. It’s about his deceased wife who died in a fire. He was investigated for her death when the police had suspicious about how the fire started. He was cleared and was never arrested. That's a little strange, but money can get you out of deep shit…
I try my luck with Talon Crowley; it shows many pictures of him with busty women, his current workplace, and then there are articles about embezzling money, jail time, etc. No wonder he’s hiding. He’s probably thinking this time they might lock him up and throw away the key.
I type in the name ‘Rocco’ and find a highflying poker player, his profile picture. Man, he looks angry. He is lives here in New York, and his nickname is Rocco the Razor. Scary shit.
Now for the next suspect, Christopher Hudson. So far nothing stands out on his biography. Hang on a minute… there are no articles or misdemeanors; he is made out to be the perfect man. That’s odd— from what Chase told me, he was in trouble a lot growing up. I guess Daddy’s money can erase a lot of things.
I search through the photos of Christopher, none of him and his father, but there is one with a man shaking hands, a few years back.
And I realize it’s Rocco!
Two shady men, for the price of one.
I print the incriminating photo, and then print the separate one of Rocco by himself. It’s definitely him. I wonder if Chase knows this guy. I’ll show him the picture as soon as I can.
Still searching for any useful information, my cell rings showing it’s a blocked number.
“Hello,” I answer expecting it to be my agent or something art related.
“Ivy, it’s Talon, please don’t hang up. I’m in deep shit, tell Chase to meet at your place in one hour. Don’t tell him I will be there, I think his phone is bugged,” Talon tells me sounding a little frightened.
“Wait, are you okay?” I ask, but he has already ended the call.
Be sensible, Ivy. He knows whoever is looking for him would have bugged Chase’s phone, that’s why he called yours.
Calling Chase’s phone, I know he had an important band meeting, so what can I say to get him to meet me in an hour? Think Ivy, think.
“Hey Ivy, can I call you back? We are just discussing the tour,” Chase says before I can get a word in.
“Chase, it’s urgent. I think someone is outside my door; can you come over? I’m so scared,” I lie to him. I hate lying, but I will explain when it’s all over and done with.
“Shit Ivy, of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he responds. I know he would be frantic with worry, but at least he is coming.
Forty minutes later, my cell rings. “Ivy are you okay, are they still there? I’m coming up the elevator,” Chase announces, and I can hear him puffing.
“No, I can’t hear them anymore. I’m so glad you came, baby,” I say as he knocks at my door. I open it swiftly, and once he is through the doorway, he embraces me tightly.
“You had me so worried. I’m glad you are okay,” he states hugging me again. I feel his heart beating fast, and I feel guilty for lying. I hope that Talon will be here soon, and he can explain everything.
“Sit on the couch, Ivy. I will get you a glass of water,” Chase tells me, and I do as I’m told. We are calm and relaxed after five minutes. Then, of course, there is a knock at the door.
“It’s probably Lilly,” I lie again. Chase walks over to the door and opens it. A man in a large trench coat and hat is standing there.
“Tal?” Chase questions. The man nods then enters closing the door and locking it behind him.
“I took a risk coming here, Chase, but I need to talk to you. I am hoping Ivy’s place isn’t bugged like yours is. Chase, I’m so sorry, bro. You have to believe me, I’ve been set up. I admit I stole the money to pay off Rocco, but now he is framing me for embezzling from my company. I swear to you I didn’t do that.”
“Everyone is dirty; I gave Rocco his money, but it wasn’t enough and now he’s adding interest, including hurting the people I love. Can you ever forgive me, Chase?” he pleads with his best friend.
“I've known you since middle school, for fuck’s sake, Talon, and you steal from me? You lie and stab me in the back? We were like brothers,” I assert feeling betrayed.
“Chase, I'm bankrupt; I had no fucking choice. They were going to kill me,” he confesses as his eyes gloss over.
“There is always a fucking choice,” I reply harshly. I’ve never felt so angry.
“You were too busy with Ivy to even notice. I never saw you, and you stopped caring about me, Chase,” Talon confesses. Now he wants to get sentimental?
“Don't you dare turn this around on me or Ivy, for that matter? You are the liar, Talon!” I shout. This time he went too far.
“The police can deal with you now; embezzling money is a crime, and I am not saving you this time Talon. Enough is fucking enough,” I state sharply.
“If only it was that simple. Rocco is going to kill me and there is a bounty on your head, Chase.” He drops a bombshell with his confession.
“What do you mean there is a bounty on Chase’s head? Someone is paying to have him killed?” Ivy questions looking pale.
“Yes! I’m trying to protect you both. Don’t you see that the police can’t help us now. They have people in the police who are working with them.”
I feel like a fucking knife is stuck in my chest. The knife is sharp, shredding and severing my heart.
Is Talon telling the truth? Is there someone who is out to kill me?
Would they hurt Ivy to get to me? Of course, they would.
The one woman who defrosted my once frozen heart can’t be ripped from my life. Our love is real and true, and I won’t allow it. The thought of her being hurt, burns me deep—my emotions are running rampant.
In the words of Mother Teresa, ‘I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.’
“Talon, I can’t risk anything happening to Ivy. I’m going to the police. Detective Hunt is the best in New York. I have his direct line; maybe we can organize a meeting with Rocco and wear bulletproof vests or something?” I state. Running won’t solve anything. We need to face things head-on.
“Chase, I just don’t know. I don’t want the whole thing to fucking blow up in my face.” He is right; I should just leave it, but I have this strong feeling that tells me not to give up.
“Talon, after lying and stealing from me, you owe me. Let me call Detective Hunt,” I demand—no more messing around.
Chase uses my phone to call Detective Hunt. Apparently, Hunt knows Rocco well and assures us that he can protect us. Rocco isn’t someone we should be mixed up with; he has a shady history with everything from drugs to robberies, and has a warrant out for a murder charge.
Trying to keep a low profile and avoid Rocco seeing us meet with the police, we meet Detective Hunt at the local movie theatre. He gives us a bag with the bulletproof vests and the wire for Talon to wear, as we try to blend in with the crowd.
“Now do exactly as we discussed. Give him the bag with the money. This guy has a temper that you don’t want to see. Don’t make him angry,” Detective Hunt says.
“We will be in a unmarked car on the next street, and another officer will be close by,” he adds.
Talon struck a deal with the police; in exchange for meeting up with Rocco so they can arrest him, he gets two years in jail and the rest community service. He can never work again; he is no longer a respected businessman his name has been smeared but at least he is
still alive.
As we head back to my apartment, I squeeze Chase’s hand tightly. I can’t have anything happen to this gorgeous man. Part of me is pissed with Talon, but I also know shit happens.
The buzzer rings as I let in Lilly, my support. Lilly has stuck by Talon; he didn’t deserve it after he brushed her off, but I hope he was just trying just to protect her.
Keeping with the plan, Talon calls Rocco. “I am sick of running, Rocco. I can give you half your money and can’t we cut another deal?” he asks sounding legit. He has no intention of making a deal with that rat.
“Meet me at midnight in the alley behind my work,” he tells him hoping he will agree.
“Fine, but you need to bring me half of the money and leave the cops out of it or you will pay,” Rocco states angrily. “Oh and one more thing, bring Chase Hudson with you,” he demands and hangs up.
The wheels are in motion—let’s just hope Rocco doesn’t pull anything shady.
The fact that he wants Chase to go with Talon freaks me the hell out…
Just like in the movies, something always goes wrong, but fingers crossed there are no hiccups tonight.
Lilly and I stay locked safely in my apartment, trying not to think about what is going down with Chase, Talon, and Rocco. I have faith in the police; I just hope that their plan works. I just won’t cope if anything bad happens to Chase.
We have the television on watching Sweet Home Alabama. It surprises us both when at eleven-thirty my cell phone rings. It’s another blocked number. Who the hell it could be?
“Hello,” I answer.
“If you want Chase to live, you will come with us,” a deep and scary voice tells me through the receiver.
“You can’t do this. You won’t get away with it,” I state angrily to Rocco I assume.
“We will collect you from the front of your building in fifteen minutes. If you and the blonde aren’t there, I will shoot Chase and Talon,” he threatens, and I start crying. “No, you bastards!” I scream as he hangs up.
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