Hidden in Lies

by Rachael Duncan

  “This doesn’t exactly prove he’s cheating. We’ve done more than send each other a few messages, sweetheart.” At that moment, the phone vibrates in his hand.

  “What does it say?” I try to peak over at it, standing on my toes to get a better angle, but he holds it to his chest blocking my view.

  “Nothing important. Look, if you feel like he’s cheating, then why don’t you just leave him?” He places the phone back down on the coffee table and guides me into the kitchen. I get a feeling that whatever flashed across the screen isn’t good and he’s trying to keep me from seeing it.

  “I just can’t.” I sigh in exasperation not wanting to talk about this.

  “Why? Don’t want to give up this lavish lifestyle?” He chuckles a little trying to play it off like he’s joking, but I can sense the truth behind his words, and it stings. Is that what he thinks of me? That I’m in it for the money? I thought he knew me better than that and could see the real me behind the mask I put on for everyone else.

  I guess not.

  I don’t answer and walk away, choosing to start dinner as a distraction. When I walk in, my eyes immediately go to the island and I swear I can feel his hands all over my body right now. Walking toward it, I step on something small akin to the size of a pebble. I look down and see a button. In my frazzled state, I forgot to sweep up the buttons that scattered all over the place. Even though my feelings are slightly hurt by Alex’s comments, my body still responds to the thought of his body on mine. I would wear a buttoned down shirt every day if he promised to rip it open. I’ve never been with a guy that made me feel so wanted and desired where he couldn’t wait another second to properly take off my clothes. His need and hunger pushing him over the edge so that he has to have me right then. I’ve never felt sexier in my life and it’s addictive. Even though I know it’s wrong, my body craves to feel like that again. Maybe feel more.

  I’ve got to clean this up before Cal comes downstairs. There’s no way I’ll be able to come up with a convincing lie as to why there are little buttons all over the place. Grabbing the broom and dustpan from the closet, I make quick work of making sure they’re all up. As I’m dumping them into the trash, Alex walks into the kitchen.

  “I hope you know that I was just kidding. I don’t know why you stay since it’s obvious that you’re unhappy, but I know that’s not the reason.”

  It helps that he has apologized, but the words still ring in my ear. It’s my weakness, the one thing that bothers me for people to assume. “I know, it’s okay,” I reply, trying to disguise the hurt, but I know he still sees it. He’s said it himself; I’m not good at lying to him.

  “It’s not okay that I’ve upset you or hurt your feelings. Will you look at me, please,” he says in the most tender voice. Bringing my eyes up to his I see the remorse all over his face. “I’m not judging you. I know you’re hiding something from me, and for now, that’s fine. I just hate seeing you like this. It’s so rare that you let the real Elizabeth out, and you seem to only do it around me. You have no idea how that makes me feel. It makes me feel like the luckiest bastard alive knowing that you trust me on some level to shed this shell and let me see you. All it does is make me want to see it more, to show the world. That’s why I questioned you back there. You deserve to be happy. And that asshole up there?” he says, pointing toward the stairs. “He doesn’t make you happy.”

  “Dinner should be ready by now,” Cal says as he dashes into the kitchen, effectively ending my moment with Alex. How does he do that? He makes me completely defenseless with words alone. They form a shield deflecting all of the lies, stories, and phoniness I put out to the world.

  Stuttering, I respond, “Um, I’m just about to heat it up.” I don’t cook. The housekeeper prepares all of our meals each week and I “cook” them by heating them up. It’s another thing Cal won’t let me do. I actually really enjoy cooking and baking. I’m not the greatest, but I told Cal that I would get better the more I practiced. After my first cooked meal, he told me not to worry about it anymore.

  “What have you been doing in here while I was showering?” I’m a deer in headlights, especially given his suspicious tone. What do I say? Mona called, I suspect you’re cheating, and Alex just told me how wonderful I am and you’re a prick for not noticing. Yeah, right.

  “She was in the bathroom for a bit, sir. She’s not feeling all that great.” Looking at Alex, I try to express my thanks for bailing me out again.

  “Well, if you’re sick, maybe you should sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. I can’t afford to get sick.” It’s kind of sad that I’m thrilled with the idea. The less time I have to spend around him, the better.

  “I think that’s probably a good idea. By the way, your phone was ringing.” My eyes are focused on the task at hand, afraid to meet his eyes.

  “Did you see who it was?”

  “No, I just heard it vibrating before I went to the bathroom.”

  “Okay, I’ll go check.” Cal leaves the kitchen to retrieve his phone.

  “Whatever is keeping you here,” Alex whispers, “I can help you with.”

  No, he can’t.

  THE RICH SMELL of coffee wafts through my nose, rousing me from my sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I’m met with the best morning wake up I’ve had in a very long time. Alex is perched on the edge of the bed, coffee in hand with a brilliant smile on his face.

  “Wake up, sweetheart. We’ve got plans today.” There’s a little gleam in his eye that looks so much like a little boy on Christmas. It warms my heart. Stretching my arms above my head, I arch my back as I shake off the sleep. When I look back up at Alex, his darkened gaze is focused on my chest that’s thrust up in the air, my hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of my nighty. Clearing his throat, he says, “So, how’d you sleep?”

  “Great, actually. I haven’t slept that well in ages.” I slept in one of the guest rooms per Cal’s request since I’m “sick,” but I didn’t mind. I hate having to pretend that I enjoy being cuddled up at his side at night. I don’t sleep well since I’m constantly fighting the urge to recoil from him. Last night I slept like the dead and I feel refreshed, like a whole new woman. Sitting up against the headboard, I reach for the coffee Alex has in his hand.

  “Good. Cal left about thirty minutes ago. He told me to tell you that he’d call you later and let you know if he’d have a late night or not.” Yeah, late night with Mona is the first thing that runs through my mind. “But we have plans. So get up and get ready so we can have some fun.”

  Fun.

  I smile at the idea since that’s something that I haven’t had in a long time. Fun isn’t exactly in Cal’s repertoire. “What are we doing?” I ask as I bring the coffee up to my lips and look at him over the rim of the mug.

  “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He hops off the bed and taps my nose with the tip of his finger, making me squish my face up at him. “Just wear something comfortable that you don’t mind getting ruined.” As he’s about to walk out of the room, he turns back around and says, “And wear tennis shoes.” Then he’s gone.

  My mind immediate recalls the last time he ruined a piece of clothing. A blush creeps up my face and I clench my thighs together to ease the ache the memory brings. Suddenly, going out doesn’t sound as appealing as staying in. Knowing these thoughts can never be acted on again, I stand up and get ready.

  “I like this casual look on you,” Alex says as he drives us to wherever we’re going.

  “You’ve seen me in jeans and a T-shirt before.” I tuck a few loose strands of hair that have fallen out of my ponytail behind my ear self consciously.

  “I know, but I like it,” he says softly as he places his hand on top of mine while it rests on my leg. I blush at his compliment and turn my attention toward the window, not really sure what to say. We’re quiet the rest of the drive, the only sound coming from the radio and him whistling softly along with the music. Soon, we’re pulling up to a building and when
I look at the sign, my heart drops.

  “Paintball? You can’t be serious.” I look at him with a flat expression letting him know that I’m not that excited about this. Actually, I’m terrified.

  A mischievous grin spreads slowly across his face. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I promise.” He exits the car and comes around my side to help me out. I sit there even though he’s waiting, contemplating if I’m going to do this or not. “Let’s go, sweetheart. The next round is going to start soon.”

  I shake my head at him several times. “No way. I’m not going to run around while people try to shoot hard balls full of paint at me.”

  I give him credit, he at least tries not to laugh at me, but he chuckles anyway. “Do you trust me?” His expression has gone serious now, waiting for my answer. Do I? Without hesitation I know unequivocally, that yes, I do trust him. Probably more than I have anyone else in my life. But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to go out there and be target practice for a bunch of jerks.

  “Yes, it’s the other people out there that I don’t trust.”

  “How about this: we’ll watch the first round so you can get a feel for how it works. You can see where they hide and get a study of their strategy. I’ll help you. It’ll be fun, I swear.” With a huff, I get out of the car. How could I not? The hopeful, excited look on his face did me in.

  “Not everyone’s a trained soldier like you,” I grumble, still making my protest known. He simply laughs at me and grabs my hand and leads me in through the doors. We walk into this place and I’m immediately overwhelmed by all the gear that’s tacked up to the walls and hanging from racks.

  “We’ll need to get you suited up before we go out,” he tells me. There’s gloves, helmets, goggles, clothes, everything. By the time he’s placed everything in my arms, I almost can’t see over the pile. Finding a dressing room, I pull on a set of overalls over the clothes I already have on. I pat my legs and arms testing the cushion it provides. It’s not much. Man, this is going to suck. Walking out of the dressing room, I hold my arms out and do a spin for Alex’s examination. “Perfect. Let’s go pay for all of this and I’ll help you put on the protective gear.”

  As we’re walking to the register, I dig through my purse to locate my wallet. Alex sees me struggling and says, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” I open my mouth to protest but he takes his index finger and places it over my lips effectively shutting me up, making me immobile. He drags his finger down my lips, pulling the bottom one down slightly before releasing it. “No argument, Elizabeth. My treat.” Turning back around, he pays for all of our stuff like nothing just happened. Me? I haven’t moved, my mouth practically hanging open.

  Alex flashes me his million-dollar smile once the transaction is complete. “Let’s go, gorgeous.” We walk out the back door, him carrying my bag in one hand, while his other hand holds mine. The simple contact sends a flurry of butterflies to my stomach. It makes me feel like a teenager all over again. Once we reach a table, he sets everything down and starts explaining all of the equipment to me. “I’m going to strap the chest protector on you now, and we’ll put the helmet and everything else on before we go out.” It has a back and a front that’s held together by straps at the shoulders. He slips it over my head before securing the straps at the sides to help hold it together. My breathing accelerates with his close proximity as his fresh scent engulfs me. I take a small step back to regain my senses.

  “This is kinda heavy.” I bounce a little at the knees, testing the weight.

  “That’s nothing. You should feel the body armor I used to wear.” I smile softly. This is the first time he’s offered up anything about himself without me asking. It’s very minor, but it’s something. “Alright, you’re set. Now let’s go set up a strategy.” His look is so boyish. I can feel the excitement pouring out of him and can tell that he lives for this kind of thing.

  We stand by the fence that marks the perimeter and I take in my surroundings. There’s a big open field with huge red, inflatable objects scattered around. People are diving behind them, shots being fired out in rapid succession. Oh God, I don’t think I can do this. “Do you want to be the aggressor or the cover fire?” My head whips around to look at him. He’s got to be high if he thinks I’m going to go out there on the attack. As soon as I set my eyes on him, the grin on his face widens at what I’m assuming is pure horror all over mine. I playfully smack him in the arm.

  “Very funny, mister. Now get serious. I don’t want to get hurt.”

  “Let’s watch and see what obstacles are good places to hunker down behind.” I have no idea what I’m looking for, so I wait as he surveys everything laid out before us. “To win, someone on our team has to be the last one standing. You’re gonna want to get to one of the outside edges and hold up there. Stay away from the middle. That’ll leave you exposed and vulnerable to attacks from your blind spot. We’ll be on a team with a few other people, but we’re not going to trust them to cover our asses, so it’s up to you and me to stay in the game.” Alex has his game face on while discussing strategy and it is seriously sexy. His concentration and confidence does weird things to me. I have to resist the urge to say the hell with this game and have him take me somewhere more private.

  “You see that X to the right?”

  Locating it, I point and say, “That one?” He grabs my hand and pulls it down.

  “Don’t point. You’ll give away our plan.” I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing at him. “But yes, that one. You’ll want to set up in the corner that faces this way. You’ll be protected from three sides that way. All you have to focus on is straight ahead. Since it’s facing away from the opponent, they probably won’t know you’re there. When they walk past you, you pop a cap in their ass. Got it?”

  “Got it, sir.” I salute him teasingly and his eyes darken. He moves closer to me, his gaze focused on my lips until his body is pressed firmly against mine.

  “Keep it up and I’ll drag you out of here where I can show you a real salute.” He moves his hips against me once and I gasp when I feel exactly what he’s referring to. Our eyes connect in that way that lets me know something is about to happen between us. We lean into each other slowly.

  “Hey lovebirds, I think you’re on our team,” a guy says behind me. We pull away from each other, and I quickly glance around to see if anyone was watching us. God, what am I thinking acting this way in public? Anyone could be watching and Cal could find out. It’s Alex. I lose all sense of rational thinking with him. Everyone around us doesn’t exist. When he looks at me the way he does, it’s just me and him. Turning my attention to our new teammates, I see two guys. “Hi, I’m Ryan and this is Matt.”

  “Hi, I’m Elizabeth and this is Alex.” We all shake hands and exchange hellos. They start to tell us the strategy they’ve formulated when Alex stops them.

  “If you guys don’t want to get shot, then follow my lead. Most people I think will fly out to the perimeter. I’m going to charge up the middle. If you want to cover me as we go, that’s fine. Elizabeth is going to stick to the outside so she can get anyone who tries to double back on us, okay?” They stare at him for a few moments before agreeing. Did I mention how turned on this authoritative side of him makes me? After getting a quick rundown on how to operate my paintball gun, I’m told we’re good to go. I don’t know about him, but I’m not so confident.

  Soon enough, it’s our turn. “You gotta run fast, got it? Get to your spot. I’ll be watching out for you so listen for my voice. If you need to get out of there, I’ll let you know.”

  The adrenaline is starting to course through my body, making me antsy. Butterflies swarm and hold my stomach hostage as the anticipation starts to slowly kill me. Suddenly, a horn sounds, making me jump out of my skin. “Go!” Alex yells. I take off running, my only goal is to get to my designated spot. I stay as low as I can while sprinting to the inflatable X that will keep me safe. Hopefully.

  The blood pounding in my ears drowns out most no
ise. Every now and then I hear, “I’m out!” signaling that someone got hit. I don’t think I’ve heard Alex’s voice yet. If he gets shot, I’m done. There will be no one left to save me. I take a couple breaths to slow down my heartbeat so I can pay attention. The low hum of shots being fired followed by the loud splat of contact puts me on high alert. I have my gun raised, ready to fire should anyone cross my path.

  “Elizabeth, you need to move! Get out of there!” I shoot up from my spot, making sure my head doesn’t peek out from the top of my cover. Shit! Taking one final breath, I make a run for it not even sure of where I’m supposed to go. Then it hits me. I scream out, first in shock, then in pain.

  “I’ve been hit!” I crumble down to the ground, clutching my ass cheek. I can’t believe I just got shot in the ass!

  Alex comes running toward me but stops so that he’s still covered. “Don’t worry. I’ll avenge you.” He takes off again and I lose sight of him. If I weren’t in so much pain, I would laugh at his playfulness. I get to my hands and knees and crawl off the course, scared to death that some asshole is going to hit me again. I take a seat on the bleachers making sure to lean to my left to keep off of my injured side.

  Looking at the field, I see that it’s down to two guys now: Alex and one from the opposing team. Alex’s moves are calculated and stealth like. He reminds me of a panther stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. They’re on opposite sides of the course, but Alex stops advancing toward him. Instead, he holds his position and lays on his stomach with his gun raised. He’s patient as he waits for the guy to make his move. Finally, he does. He makes a break for it from behind his cover, and that mistake costs him. Alex lands a shot in the middle of his chest and is declared the winner. I hop up, clapping and cheering, wincing in pain as I do.