by Z. Stefani
“You know you really do have perfect timing Dean. Claudia just arrived last week, would you like me to have her deliver the order to you?”
“No,” Dean responded quickly.
“Did you just say no?” she asked as if she’d not heard him correctly.
“Yes.”
“Did you hear me correctly? Claudia is here, and she brought her bag of tricks.”
“I heard you. I’ll also need soap, shampoo, toothpaste, and 2 toothbrushes,” he continued.
“Two?”
“Yes. Do you still sell women’s clothing? I need a lot of clothing and bathing suits.” He was beyond bored with her unnecessary questions and his irritation was beginning to rise. He couldn’t stomach the thought of sex with anyone but Lux, despite what she’d done to him. It was just one more reason to make Lux pay for her betrayal.
“Oh now I understand why you’re not interested in Claudia. You already have a little entertainment for the night. Hold on Dean,” she said, not bothering to move the phone from her mouth, “He already has company Claudia.” After a momentary pause, she continued to speaking to Dean, “Dean, Claudia said that she would love to join your little party.”
“Absolutely not; I’m with my fiancée.” The words flew out of him mouth before he’d given it a thought; shocking him as much as it shocked Vicky. Although it seemed crazy to him now, not long ago it didn’t seem too farfetched. Lux would be the only woman he would ever consider marrying; too bad she was working for his enemy. Too bad she was a lying traitor.
“Fiancée?” Vicky gasped loudly, “Shit, I didn’t even know that you dated. I thought it was strictly sex with you Blake boys.”
“Do you still sell women’s clothing or not?” He asked with obvious irritation. The conversation was taking up to much of his time; he needed to get back to Lux.
“We sure do. Is there any particular style that you want?”
“No, just send a few different styles.”
“Gotcha. We also have a new, sheer white bikini…very sexy. It’s perfect for a bride to be.”
“Send it.”
“Okay, I’ll start working on your order now and then I’ll bring it right over. Oh… and congratulations on your engagement,’ she said with sincerity.
“Thank you,” he said before he hung up.
He was ready to head back to Lux when his phone rang. He looked to see Johann’s name pop up on the screen and knew he had to answer it. He’d planned on calling him a little later, but it was best to get it over with now. Then he could focus on Lux.
“Yeah,” Dean answered.
“Damn Dean, where have you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for hours. Vaughn is losing it, that picture is spreading like wild fire. It’s on every news channel and every magazine across the USA. His ex is blaming him, and he’s not taking it too well,” Johann informed him.
“He’ll be alright; he’s been through worse,” Dean stated indifferently.
“That’s what I told him. He should have been nicer to that girl, and she wouldn’t have left. So where are you exactly?”
“Same place I’ll be for the next week. I need you to take over for me at work. Everything you need is in my desk.”
“What’s going on?”
“I found out who leaked those pictures of me and Vaughn’s fiancée.”
“Who?” Johann barked.
“Michael Bender.”
“You mean Michael Bender the psycho who tried to destroy you because you fucked his fiancée?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me; I thought that jackass got enough last time he tried to go against you.”
“Obviously not.”
“I thought we had gotten rid of him once and for all,” Johann snarled, obviously irritated.
“I don’t think he ever left. He’s been right under our noses all along.”
“How the fuck is that even possible?”
“I’ll explain it all later but right now I need you to take a deeper look into this for me. I need to know how deeply Lux is involved.”
“Lux Hart?”
“Yes.”
“How would she be involved with Bender? She doesn’t even know him.”
“Yes she does. He was her private detective; the one who got her the pictures of me and the governor’s wife,” Dean explained with no emotion.
“Are you serious?” Johann was obviously taken aback.
“Unfortunately.”
“Damn, I’m sorry Dean.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me; feel sorry for them,” Dean said in a deadly tone.
“Who would have ever suspected Lux would be working with Bender?”
“Definitely not me; she’s the perfect distraction. It was a good plan; I would have never suspected her.” Dean gave them credit, despite the hatred building inside of him.
“Are you sure about this? I just find it too hard to believe. She’s been nothing but brutally honest.”
“I heard it from Bender’s mouth.”
“Since when do you trust anything Bender says?” Johann sneered.
“He was coming to pick her up to take her to a business meeting.”
“That doesn’t mean that she’s involved. Maybe she doesn’t even know what’s going on. Bender’s sneaky, he could have tricked her.”
“I found the pictures of me and Vaughn’s ex in her dresser drawer.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Yeah.” Dean felt the bile rise in his throat.
“Where is Lux now?”
“I’m keeping her here with me until I figure out how deeply she’s involved.”
“Good idea,” Johann agreed.
“Finding out her level of involvement is a priority,” Dean emphasized.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find out.”
“I’ll get ahold of you soon,” Dean finished before ending the call.
He headed into the downstairs office and went straight for the closet. In the closet he kept a dresser full of unused sexual paraphernalia. He grabbed the small duffle bag and packed a few things inside before he headed back out. He had just made it to the door when he heard Lux’s phone ring. He grabbed her cell phone and saw about a dozen texts from Pixie. He sent a quick text back to her.
Pixitrix
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Where are you? Are you okay? WORRIED!
Lux<3
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Everything’s fine! I’m with Dean; I’ll be home in a few days. Call you soon.
Pixitrix
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Okay, love you.
Dean left the office and headed back downstairs to deal with Lux. He stormed back into the exercise room and headed over to the television. Lux could tell by the gate of his walk that his anger had escalated.
“When are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?” she snapped at him, but he remained silent.
She watched as he dropped the unzipped duffel bag on the floor. He grabbed the remote control from the decorative table, turned on the television, and began to shift through the channels.
“Will you at least tell me why you’re doing this?”
“You know why,” he answered in a distant tone.
“No I don’t; I have no idea.”
“Watch,” he instructed when he stopped on the celebrity gossip channel.
“What am I watching?” she asked as she saw the famous celebrity reporter on the screen.
The reporter stared through the screen with a look of horror on her face as she spoke, “We have not been able to reach Vaughn Blake for comment at this time.”
But Lux was no longer listening to the reporter. Her eyes were focused on the censored picture in the right hand corner of the screen. It was the picture of Dean and his brother’s ex fiancée, the one that Clifton had purchased to help her case.
“How the fuck did that happen?” She asked herself. She knew now that she should have done more; she shouldn’t have trusted Clifton to handle the situ
ation. He’d obviously done a horrible job at confiscating every last copy of the picture.
“No,” she gasped as she shook her head slowly.
Her heart raced and her body began to shake as she heard the reporter’s voice again, “This just in, new sources reveal that Vaughn and Dean have had a nasty fall out due to the pictures.” The reporter was saying right before Dean turned off the television.
Lux had so many things she wanted to tell Dean. She wanted to tell him the whole truth without involving Clifton. She just couldn’t bring herself to throw him under the bus for trying to help her. However, she would force Clifton to give her the name of the person who had created the fake pictures.
“Imagine my surprise when my brother barged into my office and accused me of having sex with his ex- fiancée,” Dean said as he walked back over to the coffee table and grabbed the thick folder. He turned around and headed back over to stand before Lux, his eyes burning into hers as he held up the folder. “But nowhere near as shocked as I was to find this in your dresser.” He threw the folder down on the ground and the pictures scattered across the floor. “Vaughn is an asshole who can’t be trusted to think before he acts; but you… I never expected this from you.”
Lux looked down to see the pictures of Dean and his brothers fiancée spread across the floor. She began to slowly shake her head as she spoke, “Dean I-I,”
He cut her off before she could finish her sentence, “Did you think that I wouldn’t find out?”
“I can explain.” She was aware that it sounded like a generic excuse. It was something both the guilty and the innocent would say, but she was at a loss for words.
“There’s not much to explain.”
“I swear to you Dean, I had no part in those pictures being leaked,” she said in a very serious tone.
“They just magically appeared in your dresser one morning?” he asked sarcastically but without a trace of humor on his face. “Why would you have these? This is your last chance to tell me the truth. Who made these pictures?”
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. She had no idea where Clifton had gotten them from. All she knew was what Clifton had told her about the man. “All I know is that he is some defamed reporter who would do anything to get his name back on top.”
“Who gave them to you? I want the name of the person who put these pictures in your hand.” He walked over to his duffel bag and grabbed a paddle.
“A private detective,” she answered, wondering how the hell Dean had found the pictures. She assumed that it must have been when he turned on the music; her stereo was on top of the same dresser that the pictures were in.
“I must have left the drawer open when I was rushing to get ready,” she thought.
“I want a name,” he barked as he walked over to stand before her.
“It’s not his fault; he was just trying to help me.”
“By spreading lies about me? Do you have any idea what this has done to my brother? I want his fucking name…now!” Dean demanded.
“Dean, he’s not the person who did this. He wouldn’t have done something like that, he gave me his word. He knew those pictures were wrong, that’s why he gave them to me to destroy. Neither one of us knew the person who created them would do something like this. We weren’t trying to hurt you; I was just trying to keep the music hall. If you let me call him I can force him to give me the reporter’s name,” she tried to explain. She wondered what Clifton had said when Dean confronted him. Had he confessed that he was a private detective despite his need to remain anonymous? Had Dean scared him enough to confess the truth? She would give anything to have been privy to their argument.
Regardless, she would not rat Clifton out for just doing his job; the job that she’d paid him to do. Dean was powerful enough to destroy Clifton’s world with a blink of his eye. Clifton was only guilty of being overzealous in his mission to help her and the children. She knew that the person who had made the fake pictures was behind their release. Clifton would not do that; he would have no reason to. However, she would find out the name of the man who made them, and she would make him pay.
“Wrong answer baby,” he growled as he stepped to her side. He drew back his arm and brought the paddle down hard against her ass. He was livid over the fact that she obviously trusted Michael Bender and that she would lie to protect him. “You seem to know him well; I want the truth.”
She gasped as the pain instantly gripped her. Her little admission had not worked the way she had wanted it to. She’d obviously pissed him off even more.
“I’m telling the truth!” she yelled, focusing on the warmth spreading across her rear end. It was almost comforting in a strange way. She was beyond frustrated and right about now would be around the time that she snapped, screamed, and pinched the hell out of herself. He was saving her the trouble and taking away the guilt. Not to mention the erotic element that he added to it.
“I fucking warned you." he whispered in her ear as he lightly caressed the skin he had just paddled. “Why did you do it?”
“I didn’t; I wouldn’t do something like that!” Her heart raced as she realized just how deep his anger went. But deep within the anger she heard something else… disappointment.
“You were so busy accusing me of playing games, but it was you playing them all along. And I fell for it… 100%. Congratulations, you were able to do what no one has been able to do for a long time… you tricked me.”
“No, I didn’t trick you, I swear!” she cried, hating the sadness she saw in his eyes.
“I fucking trusted you, Lux.” He smacked her again.
“Ouch!” she cried out after he smacked her again. “I would never do that to you!”
“Liar,” he hissed as he pulled the scarf back up to cover her mouth. “But I am going to show you what I do to people who lie to me.”
She shook her head in frustration; unable to explain further due to the scarf.
He yanked the bottom of her dress up to her waist and ran his hand across her ass before he pulled her panties down to her knees. He grabbed her furthest ass cheek and pulled her closer to his body, pushing his erection into her hip. He grabbed the side of her face as he bent his head to whisper in her ear,
“My beautiful lying little Lux.” He ran his hand down her cheek. She shook her head to object but he grabbed her chin and held her face still.
“I trusted you; I really did,” he admitted. He ran his hand down the front of her body and slipped it between her thighs. He pushed his finger between her lips and went straight for her clit. “I thought you were too bold and too sincere to be manipulative.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes, wishing she could close her ears. She inhaled deeply as he began to really manipulate her clit. He circled the tight nub with his finger tips and slowly applied more pressure.
“Look at me.” He hissed, and she immediately complied.
She watched as a strange sadness glowed in his eyes before it was quickly replaced by anger. She shook her head, trying to explain through the fabric, but her words were wasted. Even if he could understand her, he still wouldn’t listen to her.
“I’m going to make you pay for that breach of trust Lux; I’m going to make you feel what I feel,” he bent his head and nipped her neck as he smacked her ass with the paddle.
Lux threw her head back as the jolt shot from her ass and sparked throughout her lower body. He continued to master her clit with his other hand, slowly increasing the speed as he paddled her ass again. She cried out as the pain from her ass and the intense pleasure coming from her humming vagina combined.
“I don’t know what pisses me of more: the thought of you and him together, laughing at me while trying to destroy me… or the fact that everything that we shared was a lie,” he said in a voice saturated with pain. She shook her head vehemently and tried to deny it, but the scarf reduced her words to a muffled cry.
“Just the thought of him touching you makes me sick. The though
t of him kissing you and fucking you is driving me crazy.” He slowed down speed and gently tugged at her moist clit. “The thought of the man I hate and the woman I love laughing behind my back makes me homicidal.” He threw the paddle down to the ground and grabbed her ass. The paddle was not enough; he needed to feel her skin against his palm. “I want to kill that mother fucker, but first I want to punish you… I need to punish you. I want to scrub his touch from your body. I want to fuck you so hard that you forget you ever fucked him!” he growled in her ear as he smacked her ass with his hand.
Lux cried out, shaking her head back and forth as his words affected her mind and his hands affected her body. She was caught between verbal torture, mental anguish, and physical ecstasy. She needed to tell him that she’d never had sex with Clifton; she was furious with him for assuming that she did. She wanted to fight, but the other part of her wanted her to stop thinking and just focus on what he was doing to her body.
