“Hey Allie, can you come get me? I got done early.” I hear the TV in the background.
“Yeah, give me a minute to get some clothes on, can’t show up to that fancy ass place with my pajamas on.” There’s a pause. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just ready to come home.”
“Okay, be there soon, meet you where I dropped you off okay?”
“Pull up to the left side of the house; I’ll be right here waiting. Bye.”
“Bye” I slip my phone back in my purse and look over at my smoking friend. “So…are you playing hooky too?”
“Just grabbing a smoke, but you know if you need company while you wait for your ride I can hang out for a bit.”
“Sure, that’d be nice.” He reaches in to his pocket and pulls out his pack of cigarettes offering me one. “No, thanks.”
“How long have you been working these things?” he gestures at the house with his head, a steady stream of smoke flowing from his lips.
“I’ve been doing the whole charity event thing for a while but I think I’ve only done like three here?” He nods taking another drag off his cigarette. “How about you?”
“About the same I think, maybe four for Lambert, can’t really remember.” We both sit for a few minutes in silence and stare off in to the dark woods at the far boundary of the grounds.
“Are you still in school?” He nods.
I breathe a sigh of relief when Allison finally pulls up, I am the queen of awkward conversations with strangers and I am fairly certain that my smoking companion has noticed by now.
“That’s my ride,” I jump off the wall as much as one can possibly jump wearing a sheath dress. “Thanks for waiting with me.” He nods and drags on his third cigarette before waving with his smoking hand.
“See ya next time” The smoke plumes from his lips as he shouts after me and I turn to wave at him before getting in to the car.
“Who’s that?” Allison doesn’t miss a beat.
“Just one of the guys working tonight, he hung out with me while I waited.”
“He’s sort of cute…” I’m fairly certain this is a question and not a statement and I shrug.
“I guess.”
“You look like it’s been a night worthy of a bottle of wine and old TV reruns.” She glances over at me as we pull out of the driveway.
“You have no idea.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
It’s been three days, three bottles of cheap red wine and two pints of ice cream since I last stepped foot inside the Lambert Estate and I still can’t get Gideon out of my head. Allison’s plan to build me a new life to distract me from my misery has managed to do nothing more than give me a permanent headache from staring at job listings online. She keeps telling me that the right one will come along and we’ll “get me out of this rut” but I’m starting to lose faith in her confidence and quite honestly become a little aggravated at her perseverance. God help me it’s only been three days, I don’t think I could take much more though.
“Anything new this morning?” She sets a cup of coffee in front of me and presses down on the lid of her travel mug.
“Nope.”
“Well, something will come up and until then you still have your old job, right?” She grabs her car keys. “Okay, I’m off; I’ll pick up dinner on my way home okay?”
“Mmm” I take a sip of my coffee and get back to my fruitless job hunt.
“Ummm, Missy?” Allison shouts from the front door.
“What? I thought you left already?”
“There’s someone at the door for you.” I hope to God it’s not the bartender but when I get to the door and find Gideon standing there I begin to wish that it had. “Ok, I’ll see you later then!” Allison pushes past Gideon and flashes me a smile before heading to her car.
“Yes?” I try to keep my cool.
“I believe this is yours?” He holds out an envelope and I know full well what’s inside it.
“How do you know that’s mine? Besides, it’s not mine and it never was.” Gideon pushes past me and shuts the door behind him.
“Because…” he walks through to the living room and sits down on the sofa, “no one else would donate such a small amount at one of my events.” I want to curse him for still managing to be so rude when he’s the one who, I assume, is here because he wants something.
“Look, it’s not my money and I knew you’d never take it back so I figured that I may as well give it to a good cause.” Gideon looks at me, his blue eyes piercing.
“That money was yours, Melissa. I gave it to you.”
“No, no you didn’t Gideon, you snuck it in to my purse like some kind of secret deal, some pay off for pretending to be your wife.” Before he can protest I add, “It wasn’t given to me, it was paid to me and I’m not some escort.” I can’t believe I’m actually talking to him like this, and from the look on his face neither can he.
“It wasn’t like that, Melissa and you know it.” His voice is calm but I can tell by the look on his face that he is very quickly becoming irritated.
“Look, the way I see it we’re done, I’m not the person you want me to be and I can’t be her. Giving that money away was just closure.” He frowns and I can see the hurt in his face when he hears these words. What he had thought was going on between us I can’t be sure, but apparently he hadn’t come to the realization that we were through.
“Just like that we’re done?”
“Gideon…I need to be more than someone who looks like someone you love. I need to be more than a fuck once in a while. I deserve more than that.” As I speak these words he reaches out and almost violently grabs my arm, pulling me down on to his knee.
“You were never just a fuck, Melissa” his hands feel so good against my skin and I can feel his breath as he leans in to me. “How could you say that?” His forehead wrinkles, “Is that what you think you are to me?” I shrug under his piercing gaze and I try to turn my face away but he catches his finger under my chin and pulls my face back to his. “Don’t ever say that again,” he leans in and presses his lips to mine and my body aches for him. I take his hand and slide it up the thigh of my pajama pants; he stops me and pulls away. “You’re more than just a fuck to me, Melissa.” I stand and keeping my eyes locked on to his, I push him backwards in to the sofa, straddling him. I lean my body against his and I know now that I can’t stop, no matter how badly I might want more from this man I can’t live without him, without his skin against mine, his mouth on me, his cock inside me.
Gideon reaches his hands around behind me, grabbing my ass and pressing his mouth against mine, his breathing getting heavier by the second. I can feel his cock growing, aching for me as much as I ache for him. I grind myself against him and bury my face in his neck, glad to have him back even just for one last fuck. With each kiss against his neck I feel his chest rise against my own.
“Not here,” Gideon pulls me to him and stands up. I remember the other night, my mysterious bartender, his rock hard cock bouncing against me as he walked. I wrap my legs tightly around him as he heads for the stairs. We get to the top and I navigate us to my bedroom where he throws me on to my bed. “Now listen to me…” Gideon straddles me this time, pinning my arms above my head. His mouth just an inch from my own, “you are more than just a fuck to me, do you understand?” The irony of the situation is not lost on me but I nod out of desperation to feel him inside me one more time. “If you keep thinking that then we can’t do this anymore, do you understand?” I nod my head desperately, begging him to shut up and strip me naked. “Good girl,” with this he releases my hands and begins to slide down my pajama pants along with my panties. He tugs them slowly; barely touching my skin and making me ache for him even more. Once he has me half naked he slowly unbuttons his own shirt, never taking his eyes from my half naked body.
I run my tongue along my bottom lip in anticipation as he kicks off his shoes and unbuttons his pants. He follows my gaze as I keep my eyes trained on
his cock and he gives me a smile as he leans over.
“Now, about that shirt…” he slides my shirt up over my stomach, and as his fingers brush my skin gently my stomach pulls tight and I feel my pussy ache for him. “I missed this…” he kisses the soft skin next to my hip bone and I quiver under his lips. His fingers run up the contour of my pelvis, up to my ribs, under my shirt bunched around my chest. He trails his soft kisses upward and sliding his hands underneath my shoulders he lifts me enough to slip my shirt off completely. My nipples bud as he exposes my breasts and he lays me back down gently and raises his lips to my perky nipples. “I missed these too…” he sucks first one nipple, running his tongue around it slowly and then the other and I arch my back, pressing my breast against his mouth. His hands slide underneath my breasts, his fingers molding them as my nipple slips from his lips and he brings his lips to mine. His tongue dances over my lips, begging entrance to my mouth and I grant him access with my welcoming tongue as my body continues to ache for him.
I slide my hand up his thigh until I feel his throbbing cock between my thumb and finger and I wrap my fingers around it while his tongue continues to probe my mouth. I slide my hand slowly up his shaft and back down again and he moans in to my mouth as I repeat this action. I can feel his cock throbbing, twitching under my touch until he can take no more and he pulls his mouth from mine.
“You’re going to make me cum before I’ve even felt you around me.” I flash him a smile, my eyes half closed in pure ecstasy.
“Then you’d better act fast…” as I say this he slips his cock from my grasp and straddles me once again, his lips pressed against my soft belly.
“Oh, so you want this then?” he runs kisses up to my mouth, trailing his aching cock along my bare naked skin. I nod breathlessly, my chest rising and falling heavily. Gideon continues to move upward, his cock slipping between my legs and rubbing against my soft pussy lips.
“Ahhh….so bad!” I can’t take his teasing. He presses his forehead against mine and smiles down at me while he continues to rub his cock against my pussy.
“This is what happens when you tease…” his cock slides over my dripping pussy once more, dragging my wetness upward and my breath comes so fast that I can feel dizziness set in. Just the thought of him slipping his cock inside me is enough to drive me wild; just the thought of him sliding deep inside and fucking me hard makes my pussy want to explode in ecstasy.
“Please, Gideon…” I lock my eyes on his, begging, pleading him and as I do he slides his body down just enough to press his cock against my entrance. I feel as he pulls back just a little and rocks forward teasing my opening and I can hear my wet pussy sucking at the very tip of his dick, begging, aching for him.
“You want this?” he pushes gently, only just parting my pussy lips and the tip of his cock slipping inside me. I gasp for breath and nod my head quickly and as I do he slides inside me. He slides in slowly and I tighten around him and almost instantly I feel myself approaching the peak. “Mmm you’re so tight, Melissa.” He rocks himself slowly, teasing with his pace but it’s more than enough to send me over the edge and I cry out his name as I feel myself fall.
“Ahh, Gideon!” He rocks slowly, riding out my orgasm with his thick dick slipped just inside me and when he feels my body start to relax once more he thrusts deep inside me, pressing his lips firmly to mine. He kisses me forcefully and as I kiss back he slides himself out of me, the tip of his cock once more pressed against my opening.
“Mmm, you feel so good around my cock when you cum,” he slides forward and in one fluid motion his cock is deep inside me again and I can feel every inch inside my aching pussy. “Tell me you want me to cum for you, Melissa. Tell me how bad you want it.” He presses his bare skin against mine as he drives that thick member deeper.
“Ahh, I want you to cum inside me, Gideon. Fill me with your sticky cum, make me cum again.” As I say these words his teeth bear down on his bottom lip and his pace picks up, rocking me quickly, driving his cock home, his head back and his eyes closed. My breasts bounce with every thrust and I feel ripples of pleasure passing through me with each thrust. “Mmm, just like that, Gideon. Cum for me!” His hands grab my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers and with one hard thrust I feel him begin to jerk inside me. He lets out a gasp and a sigh of relief as the final jet of his seed flows inside me and then his body stills, my hard nipples still between his fingers, his throbbing cock still inside me. He opens his eyes, giving me a breathless smile and sliding his still throbbing cock from inside me. Sticky strands of his cum join us together before he rolls on to his side still panting.
“Fuck…” His body is shaking and his breaths are fast and shallow. He rests his hand on my stomach and leans over to kiss me before lying on his back, still panting for air.
Chapter Twenty Four
The silence begins to build as the two of us lie there, sweaty, breathless and naked. I try so hard to think of something to say, but what is there to say? What could there possibly be to say? I’d fallen in to the trap once more, baited in by his thick cock and a gorgeous smile. Once again I’ve gone against my decision to sever all ties and let him seduce me. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t cut this man out of my life. To be honest I don’t even know if I truly want to cut him out of my life.
“Gideon?”
“Hmm?” His breath has begun to slow.
“Why did you pick me?” I hear his head turn to look at me but I can’t bring myself to look back.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why me? I know I look just like your wife, it’s perfectly obvious to me that I’m her understudy but…” I lower my voice, “I just can’t understand why?” Gideon sighs, a long drawn out sigh, the sigh of someone who is about to tell you their biggest secret.
“It’s complicated” I turn my face to his, my brow furrowed.
“I need to know, Gideon. I need to understand.” He turns his face away from me now, his eyes fixing on an imaginary spot on the ceiling.
“You do look just like her, enough to pass as her…”
“But, why? Is she dead?” I want so much to ask if he killed her, if I’ve let myself fall for a murderer, but I restrain myself.
“No, I wish she was.” Gideon sighs again and we lay in silence for a few more minutes. I want more information but I don’t want to push him so hard that he clams up again. “We’d been married five years when she left.” Why had it never dawned on me that his wife had left him? Why had my mind gone straight to murder and not even considered that his wife had simply left?
“Where did she go?” I turn my head back to the ceiling, giving him the anonymity to tell his story.
“Hollywood.” I wait in silence for more information, taking each tidbit he provided me, piecing it together. “She always wanted to be an actress; the life of a corporate wife wasn’t what she wanted. I always told her that she could be anything she wanted…unfortunately for me that ended up being another guy’s girlfriend.” Things start to fall in to place and slowly the picture becomes clearer to me. “Three years ago she walked out, left me for some Hollywood director who promised to make all her dreams come true. The irony of it is that they met at a benefit I threw for his film company. A documentary they wanted funded… well, I ended up funding his film and he ended up taking my wife.” I reach my hand across the sheets slowly, feeling for his fingers and taking them in mine. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “There’s a level beyond humiliation when you promote the guy who takes your wife from you. I did everything I could to stop anyone from finding out that she’d left.”
“Oh…” And that final piece of the puzzle fell in to place.
“Over the past three years I’ve had stand in after stand in playing the role of my wife, keeping up appearances. These people are so focused on their portfolios and retirement accounts that not a single one of them noticed the subtle changes in each of the Mrs. Lamberts I had escort me to events. Of course, I tried
to avoid as many as possible, I was always afraid that one of them would slip up, give me away.”
“But… you’re so successful… what does it matter if she left you?” He turns his head and looks at me briefly before looking away again.
“There’s a certain something that comes with the territory. The rich corporate magnate with the beautiful wife on his arm… how often do you read about the poor sap of a magnate whose wife ran off with another man?”
“I understand but it sounds like an awful lot of work to hide something that wasn’t your fault to begin with.” He lets out a laugh, a quiet and forced whisper of a laugh.
“I’ve thought the same thing so many times before. I guess I’m just scared. I’m scared of disappointing everyone who has helped me to build my success. I’m scared of failing at one more thing and watching it all fall apart.” There’s a few seconds of silence before he starts to speak again. “That’s why I love being Ricky, no chains, no obligations, no success to maintain…just a normal guy with a normal job, running the rat race along with everyone else.” I can’t help but laugh and he turns to me, a puzzled look on his face.
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