Doubt #2 (The Deception Series #1)

by Hopkins, J. D.

  "Hold up! Dean just sent a text." I hush Amy.

  "Hey, call me when you're free. X" The message reads.

  I immediately drop a text and tell him to hang on a minute.

  "Amy! Dean's asked me to call him, so will it be alright if we continue this conversation another time?" I ask awkwardly.

  "Yeah that's cool. You've got a lot of making up to do with him! Keep me posted, and keep your phone on silent in future." She jokes, which relieves me.

  "Speak soon babe! Bye." Amy finishes.

  Now I guess it's time to see what Dean has got to say. How do I even approach this? I feel so awkward.

  I take one last sip of my watery cocktail before completely abandoning it. With a gasp of air, I try to compose myself before calling.

  Hitting the dial button reluctantly, I wait patiently for Dean to pick up. The phone keeps ringing, causing me to become more and more nervous.

  "Hey, my mischievous lady! How are you?" He asks like nothing ever happened.

  "I've been better!" I laugh awkwardly, though I immediately feel relieved that he sounds normal.

  "Forget about it, Dana. What's done cannot be undone. Steve will get over it! Look, I don't even want to talk about earlier. How about... you come over to my place in a few hours? I think we need to clear the air over a few drinks!" He soothes me with his reassuring, yet deep voice.

  "Yes! A few drinks definitely sounds like a good idea! I'm already at a bar, except I've been drinking a watery, non-alcoholic cocktail." I joke, feeling much better about the whole situation.

  Dean lets out a tame laugh. "You and your cocktails. I think we need to get you into rehab."

  "Get out of here!" I jeer.

  "I'm only playing! Anyways, I'm leaving the Plaza Hotel to head back to my place now, so come round for like 8-ish?" He asks.

  "8 o'clock sounds cool." I respond.

  "Alright then, my mischievous lady. I look forward to seeing you!"

  "You too, bye."

  "Bye." He hangs up.

  An unexpected release of tension sends a sudden lightness throughout me, making me go all giddy inside. He didn't even sound at all bothered about today's events! To have all the anxieties and tension that built up over the last couple of days vanish like this is pure euphoria. As I lean back into the chair in a slumping posture, a slow smile begins to emerge on my face. Not even the smell of sushi could ruin this sense of relief I'm experiencing right now.

  Thank God he understands, but, I know I've still got a lot of making up to do.

  Chapter 8

  Arriving at Dean's hotel suite, I can't help but notice a strong knot grasp my stomach. Despite the relief I felt from the call earlier, I still sense that there could be an unforgiving atmosphere between us both. As I knock on the door, I hear the sound of footsteps getting closer almost straight away. I step back waiting for the door to open.

  "Hello there." Dean says, revealing his tight black shirt as the door swings open.

  "Hey." I respond biting my lip out of anticipation.

  "Well... you gonna come in?" He stands there waiting for a response.

  "Whoops! Yeah, obviously." I laugh, trying to mask the awkward moment.

  As I scoot in past him an almighty whack hits my right bum cheek. I swing around in shock.

  "Did you just slap my ass?!" I demand with one eyebrow raised.

  He shuts the door and walks towards me, leaning right into my face. "Well, the last time I checked, there was no-one else here." He whispers, while gazing at my lips.

  Despite how hot he looks, I feel slightly overwhelmed by everything. Maybe he really has forgotten all about it!

  As I stare into his hungry eyes, he tucks two fingers underneath the belt line of my shorts and drags my waist closer to his.

  "Do you know how hot you looked earlier, when you stormed into the hotel room? I was right about you all along. You are a feisty little minx, and I like it that way." He groans in my ear, causing my senses to heighten.

  I use both my hands to push away from him to clear the air.

  "About that... I really don't want you to think I am a crazy, deranged stalker, because I'm not --"

  "Shh." Dean whispers, placing his index finger on my lip.

  "The past is the past. Right now, you are the only thing I am interested in." He leans in and starts kissing me, passionately with his succulent lips.

  I sense my knees going weak beneath me as his tongue tangles with mine. All my worries and concerns about Dean have dissolved and I can now enjoy the pleasure of his warm, manly touch again.

  "I want you, right here, right now." He growls.

  "Right here?" As soon as I ask him, he swings my body around effortlessly, and pushes me up against the wall, bending me over which forces my arms to extend out widely. Ignoring my question, his fingers begin to vigorously undo my denim shorts from behind, he then proceeds to pull both my underwear and shorts halfway down my legs.

  Conflicting thoughts and emotions drown me as everything is happening so quickly. My shock is soon submerged by the eagerness of intimacy with Dean.

  The sound of him stripping off his black shirt behind me, prompts me to glance around. All I see is him dropping down to his knees, then before long the pleasurable feeling of his tongue burying away within me triggers my eyes to close. Fuck! This feels as good as it did the other night, only this one is kinkier. I turn my head back around to face the wall while letting out soft moans. The sensation of him grabbing and spreading my butt cheeks roughly turns me on even more!

  All I hear is Dean groaning, clearly satisfied with me. The sensational rush that is gripping my thoughts and feelings, forces heightened orgasms to bellow out from me.

  "Stick your fucking cock in me! Now!" I demand, with a deep voice.

  He pulls his tongue away from me and jumps up, before grabbing the back of my hair.

  "You don't need to ask twice, my little minx." He growls in my ear.

  As he leans back to pull down his pants, I hear a rustle of foil.

  "Let's keep it clean." He mumbles before grabbing my hips.

  With a firm push on my back, I bend over again, still leaning against the wall as he slowly sticks his rock hard dick in me.

  "Fuck!" I howl with pleasure and pain.

  His thrusting starts to pick up more speed, so does the depth he goes within my vagina.

  "You said you wanted it, so you're getting it!" Dean roars.

  Taking in large, deep, savoring breaths, I shut my eyes in joy. The sound of his labored breathing turns me on even more. I feel so slutty leaning up against the wall with my shorts hanging around my knees.

  I start to bellow out louder orgasms as the tingling sensations amplify from Dean's continuous thrusting.

  "Ahhhhh. Take it all!" He yells while spanking and grabbing my butt cheek roughly.

  I spin my head around with an aggressive expression on my face. His hair is a hot mess, so is his sweaty body that glistens from the chandelier lights in the suite. His eyes are only fixating on me down below as he glides his long, thick pole through me. All of a sudden he speeds up his thrusting, letting out deeper groans. Fuck, he's going to cum.

  I turn to face the wall and bend over some more to ensure we both get every last bit of pleasure. My orgasm rivals his, and with one last deep penetration, he lets out an aggressive sigh, while still gripping my hips firmly. Our labored breathing is the only sound that lingers around the suite right now. I turn around to glance at Dean, who is staring at the ceiling with semi-closed eyes.

  "Did you like that?" I ask with a kinky tone to voice, as I lean off from his cum-filled condom. A massive part of me would have fucked him without any protection, but I know that's just the sex drive talking.

  "You bet I did. What about you?" He asks with his deep, exerted Alabama accent.

  I turn around, this time leaning my back up against the wall, and invite Dean in for a warm embrace.

  "It was...okay." I toy with him, biting my lip.
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br />   He struts towards me slowly. "Only okay? I think this causes for round two, don't ya think?"

  "I think it does." I grin, licking my lips.

  He beams out a hungry smile before pulling me into the bedroom and throwing me onto his bed.

  ****

  "I think it's safe to say, I'm fucked. Pun is very much intended." Dean jokes with me as we lay naked on his comfy king size bed, gazing at the ceiling.

  We both turn to face each other lovingly. Despite the whirlwind over the last couple of days, his deep, forgiving brown eyes send a quiver of optimism through me.

  "I know you don't want to speak about it, but did you manage to talk Steve into forgiving me?" I ask with a croak in my voice as I pull some of the duvet over my body.

  Dean looks towards the ceiling again. "It took some work, but he now understands why you acted the way you did. If I were a betting man, I reckon Steve will welcome you with open arms after the sale of our shares. If you ever want anything from him, the best time to ask is when he is excited. Money gives him that rush. Plus, I think he will like you. You're a 'no-nonsense' chick."

  I lean up against the headrest in excitement over the sudden turnaround with things. "Are you serious?"

  He turns to gaze at me. "Why do you look so surprised? I told you ages ago I'm a man of many talents."

  Wow, I can't even shoot down his arrogance right now, I'm lost for words. I had it in my head that the best case scenario at the beginning of today would be that I expose Dean. But, it turns out that there was nothing to expose, and his advisor might actually 'like' me.

  "Omg, thank you!" I screech as I lean over to give him a hug of gratitude.

  "You shouldn't be thanking me yet, as I still need his nod of approval --"

  "Yeah but I didn't even think that there would even be a chance to reconcile with him after today." I interrupt.

  I sling myself back on my side of the bed in elation over the progress.

  "Fair enough, my lady. You've got a good point." He mumbles.

  Silence soon fills the room as I lay smiling with a grin so big that it could brighten up anyone's day. The stray thought of the phone call I had earlier with Amy snaps me out of my excited state. Shoot, I really ought to tell him about Ryan. I don't want to ruin this positive atmosphere, or piss Dean off. I let out a big huff, not realizing that it caught the attention of Dean.

  "What's up?" He asks calmly.

  I pause for a moment, twitching my jaw, thinking about how to go about this.

  "Well?" He prods, now this time his voice sounds more concerned.

  I suck in a deep breath. "Ryan."

  Dean's eyes roll with anger. "What's he done!? Has he got in contact with you?"

  "No." I respond irritably before continuing. "I spoke to Amy yesterday, who told me that Ryan spoke to her, saying that he has a few ideas of where I am, and that he is determined to find me" I finish.

  Dean all of a sudden jumps up off the bed and puts on his branded underwear. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

  "Because of the situation that happened today!" I state the obvious.

  He starts to pace up and down at his side of the bed. I lean up against the headrest, holding the duvet with one arm over my chest.

  "Yeah, but still Dana." He grumbles.

  "Look, let's not sweat over this. A little over a week ago I would have been shaking like a leaf, but I've come a long way. He's in the past, all that's left is his mind games."

  "Mind games or no mind games, Dana, this bastard doesn't want to let you go." He pauses his pacing and stares me straight in the eye. "How much do you rate this guy in terms of danger?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "You said the first night you came here that this Ryan guy is dangerous. Is he?" Dean waits for my response.

  I stutter for a moment. "Yeah, I would say he is, but --"

  "No buts. Here, wait." He interrupts as he heads over to his side table to fumble through the drawers.

  "Take this." He tries to hand me over a black gun.

  "Why the fuck have you got one of these, Dean?!" I yell hysterically.

  He sits down on the edge the bed. "Dana, just listen. If this deranged fucker comes to you, at least you're prepared. After the things you've told me about him, I'm not comfortable with you being on your own. Take it." He eases the gun closer to me.

  I push his hand away from me. "You still haven't answered me! Why have you got this?" I shout, this time more assertively.

  "For fuck sake, Dana. I've been robbed on a few occasions. Each time, I could have been killed. This is what happens when you make it big, vultures come from far and wide to get some of your gold, and they won't even think twice about killing you for it either." He looks ashamed having to bring up areas of his past.

  I instantly calm down, understanding his reasoning. "I'm sorry to hear that, and I understand, but I really don't need this."

  "Dana, look. You need this more than me right now, and something is telling me that there is some truth behind this asshole's words. I don't want anything happening to you when I'm not around, so please, take it. It has three bullets in it, obviously only use it at last resort. Keep it indoors, don't take it out with you because you can get in serious trouble without a permit." He takes in a deep breath.

  "No, Dean I can't. My sister is a cop --"

  "Listen. Keep it locked up inside, she won't suspect a thing." He interrupts.

  "Why can't I stay with you instead till you leave?" I ask, now starting to feel concerned for my safety.

  "I'm staying at Steve's hotel for the next few nights as we've got some potential clients flying into Vegas to meet us, so I won't even be around for you." He says regretfully.

  I pause whilst trying to take in everything. I didn't think I would feel this scared about Ryan, but the way Amy was talking about it, and now Dean, maybe I'm being too relaxed about it all.

  "There's a couple of other things I wasn't going to tell you till later, but... I might as well now." He speaks out of no-where.

  I turn to face him, feeling way more nervous.

  "What's that?" I ask cautiously.

  "It's good news, and some bad-ish news." He pauses to suck in breath, like he is about to deliver a bomb. "The good news - we will not be waiting a week for our investment to be made public. The new owners of that company we bought stakes in are going to be made official in just two days! Prepare for an influx of money hitting your bank" He reveals to me with a huge smile that already begins to lift the mood.

  Despite the excitement, I'm eager to know what the other news is.

  "And the bad news?" I ask timidly.

  He edges closer to me on the bed, and gently places his hand on my exposed thigh.

  "The bad news? I'm leaving Vegas at the end of the week, and... I want you to come back to Alabama with me Dana. What do you say?"

  Chapter 9

  I can't believe he talked me into taking this gun. I'm surprised it even fits in my handbag. I've never used a gun in my life, and it remains that way. Feeling hot and flustered carrying this thing, I open my window on the driver's side as I keep a steady speed on the freeway.

  Despite my hair being blown around like crazy, I welcome the strong breeze as I head back to Jess's house. Dean really dropped a load of bombshells on me last night. The guns just one of them, it really upset him to talk about being robbed. Why do guys feel the need to act so macho? Shit happens to all of us, he needs to let go of the bravado from time to time.

  I must say though, I am excited about the deal being made public tomorrow, I'm so eager to know how much we can sell the shares for. I notice a wide grin protrude on my face as my legs go all giddy. I remind myself of the last bombshell he dropped on me, which takes me out of my giddy state. He wants me to leave with him this Friday. That means I've got just four days to make a decision.

  I don't know what I want to do. The thought of Dean leaving here without me, and only seeing each other once in a while scorches me with
pain. But, leaving with him is a big commitment, one that I am not sure I should be taking. How would I even break it to Amy or Jess? I'm confident that Amy would come round to the idea, but only after giving me a thousand lectures. And Jess would want to meet Dean and ask him a load of awkward questions about money, which I still do not want to tell her about. This is a tough call to make, especially with so little time.

  The last thing I want is to leave with him, and for things not to go wrong. I would look like a royal dumbass, and will become the latest joke in town. What do I do? Amy is the only person I can talk this out to, but even this might throw her off guard.

  While keeping my eyes firmly on the road, I carefully reach over and fumble for my phone from my handbag, ensuring that I pay extra attention to avoid touching the gun.

  "Gotcha!" I mutter as I grab my phone.

  With one hand on the steering wheel, I switch my attention between the road and the phone as I text Amy. The sound of a car horn causes me to jump up. I turn to the car on my left, whose driver sticks his middle finger up as he curses me. Shoot, I must have been swerving, I guess it's my own fault for using my phone whilst I'm driving. To avoid causing an accident, I throw the phone back into my handbag and resume driving with both hands on the steering wheel. Before I have the chance to look in my rear-view mirror, the sound and light of police sirens go off behind me.

  "No, no no! Not again!" I groan.

  As I pull up on the hard shoulder, a quick fire thought hits me. I've got a gun in my handbag. Oh shit, oh shit! I could go to prison for this! My chest grows tighter, as my throat starts closing up in fear. Looking at my rear-view window, I see two cops in the car looking straight at my registration plate. I use the opportunity to conceal the weapon in the hidden compartment underneath my seat. I force it in the drawer without looking, then proceed to shut it before composing myself for questions.