Hand and hand we leave. “That was amazing. I mean I always thought it would be, but seeing it for myself, wow. The talent is incredible. The music and dancing, it was hard to sit still,” she says laughing.
“I noticed, blue eyes,” I say. “You ready eat?”
Leaning over she kisses my cheek. Her curled brown hair falling into her face. “I’m ready for anything.”
Fuck, I’m ready to take her home and have her screaming my name. Which sounds much better than going to eat. So when we get into the car, I push my hands into her hair, holding it back. Sucking on the delicate skin below her ear, she lets out a soft moan.
“How about a little change of plans?” I whisper, nipping her ear.
“Okay.”
Moving my hand to her leg, I slide it against the silk fabric up to her inner thigh. Rubbing her pussy through the dress, I suck on her neck. “Good.”
Pulling back, I tell Frank the change of plans. We need to grab something to eat because I don’t intend on letting her out of my bed. We park in front of one of the best burger places I know, I grab Brooke’s hand.
“Burgers?” she asks, laughing.
“We’ll get them to go,” I say, laughing with her as I help her out of the car.
Once we have our food, we climb back into the car and I hand her, her burger. Keeping the fries in the bag, I place it between us.
“Definitely not where I thought we’d be eating,” she says, taking a bite.
Grabbing a napkin, I wipe the ketchup at the corner of her mouth. “Me either, but damn it’s good.”
By the time we reach my place, we’ve finished eating. She told me it was even better than going out to dinner. It made her feel like a teenager grabbing food while driving around. It’s this, this relaxed fun that I crave with her. She doesn’t like me because of my money, she likes me in spite of it.
Thanking Frank for everything he did today, we head up to my penthouse. My hand is resting on her tight ass as we ride the elevator and my cock is already hard just thinking of fucking her. When I grab onto it she looks over at me.
“Brooke, I just want to make something clear. I don’t share. If you’re with me, you’re with me. Got it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Nodding her head, I can see the lust in her clear eyes. “Got it.”
Just as she says it the doors open and I push her against the wall, crashing my mouth to hers. Pushing my leg between hers, I run my hands roughly up and down her sexy body. She drops her head back as I kiss and suck my way down her neck. By the time I reach her tits I can see her hard nipples poking out of her dress. I bite them through the dress and she rubs her pussy on my leg.
Slipping my fingers into the thin straps holding up her dress, I slide them down her arms, letting it pool at her feet. She is standing before me in heels and panties. She’s never looked so sexy before and I can’t wait. I need to feel her wrapped around my cock.
Stepping back, she has her eyes closed. “Brooke, look at me,” I demand.
She does and I begin to undress. She steps forward to help, but I tell her no she’s going to watch. I take everything off slowly, dragging it out. Teasing her. I slowly unbutton my shirt and she begins to massage her tits. Fuck it’s hot. I get out of my shirt and move down to my pants. Unbuckling my belt, I pull it off and lightly whip her thigh with it.
“Oh God,” she moans out.
Letting my pants slide down my legs, I kick them out of the way. I’m down to just my boxers, and I move to her still holding the belt. “How wet is that pussy?” Pushing my hand inside her panties I run my fingers through her wetness. “Fuck blue eyes, you’re dripping.”
“I know,” she breathes out.
I remove her panties and my boxers, but keep her heels on. Lifting her, I sit her on the counter. I run my hands down her arms until I reach her hands. I hold them behind her back and wrap the belt around them and tie it tight.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I hiss, biting down on her tits.
She does and her heels are digging into my ass. Pushing her back so she’s down on the counter, hands behind her, I grab onto her ass as it comes off. I quickly roll on a condom and slam into her. She’s at my mercy and I fucking love it.
I don’t slow my pace. Pounding her wet cunt, my fingers dig into her. Her tits are bouncing from the force and I reach up smacking them.
“Oh fuck,” she moans out.
“So fucking hot. Do you want to touch me?” I ask.
Lifting her head slightly, her lust filled eyes crash into mine. “Yes, fuck yes.”
“Damn shame you can’t,” I say, running my hand up and down her body.
Smacking her tits a few more times until they are both pink, I dig my fingers into her ass. She’s mine now and I’m fucking claiming her. Listening to her moans of pleasure echo around us while I drill into her. She’s gripping me just right, making it feel fucking incredible.
“Fuck, please Owen,” she begs. Fuck her begging is insanely hot.
“What do you want?”
“To touch you, to come, to feel it all,” she groans out.
Picking up my speed, I push her legs further apart and watch my cock drag in and out of her. “Feel me, I’m right here. Feel me and come on me. You can touch me after,” I say.
“Fuck,” she yells when I rub her clit. “I’m so close.”
Pumping into her a few more times, I feel her tighten and I know she’s going to come. She doesn’t disappoint and I watch her body lift off the counter as it rips through her. I follow right behind her, sinking my fingers hard into her flesh as my release tears me in half.
When we’re both done, I pull her up and kiss her. Wrapping my arms around her, I untie the belt and her nails sink into my shoulders. Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead on hers.
“You’re mine, Brooke,” I pant out.
“And you’re mine, Owen.”
I take her to bed and we lay wrapped around each other, completely sated. Being with her brings me complete happiness. She’s managed to get into my heart, making me feel things I’d only ever heard about. It reminds me of my parents relationship.
Kissing her silky shoulder, the words just pour out of me. “I lost both of my parents,” I whisper.
Lifting her head slightly, her brilliant eyes bounce back and forth. “Oh Owen, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” She wraps her naked body around mine and tightly holds on.
“Of course you had no idea, why would you? It’s not something I talk about. It’s too painful. But this thing with you, it’s so much like their relationship. The way they found humor in everything and teased each other. The stolen glances and light touches. I shared a wall, I know they were very happy,” I say, laughing.
“Sounds like they had an amazing relationship, Ace. Do you want to talk about what happened? You don’t need to, I’m just saying if you want to I’ll listen,” she says, against my chest.
It’s burning in my chest, trying to claw it’s way out. It’s something no one knows, but I’m aching to tell her. To have her know me completely. Hiding nothing from her.
My pulse is racing as I hold onto her a bit tighter. “My mom had cancer and lost the fight, because she was fighting so hard to save my father.” I take a breath, because I’ve never said it to anyone other than my lawyer.
“What happened?” she whispers, trailing her fingers lightly up and down my arm.
“He was falsely accused of money laundering and bad business deals, which he had nothing to do with. His business partner set him up. My dad was arrested and spent the rest of his life in jail, where he died because of a heart condition they never detected. I spent some time on the streets fighting for my life, until my luck finally changed,” I confess, shaking with emotion. My voice is breaking trying to choke back the tears. I feel her tears on my chest and I wrap myself tighter around her.
“Owen, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. My heart is breaking for you and for them,” she says, crying.
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sp; “Don’t cry for me. It’s taken most of my adult life, but I finally have what I need to prove my dad’s innocence and take his partner down. Pete McCoy won’t see me coming,” I say, smiling. She tenses in my arms and I swear I hear her gasp. “Hey, what is it?”
“Nothing, I’m just so sorry Owen. More sorry than you could even imagine.”
Chapter Eighteen
Brooke
The next few days are like living in a dream and a nightmare. I wake up with Owen every morning, I go to my dream job, and I end my day in his bed. I’ve never felt such a connection to anyone before. The harder I tried to fight it, the stronger my feelings for him became. So being able to admit it, admit that I’m falling for him, is like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
I’ve never been with a man who is so attentive to my needs. Not just sexually, but emotionally. He wants to hear about my day. He wants to know about me personally. He wants me to be happy. Everyday I feel closer to him. Which is like a knife in my heart at the same time.
When he told me about about Pete, I nearly lost it. This is what Pete wants, all the private information that Owen trusted me with is what he’s after. And now I know why. He doesn’t know the connection, but now I do. I know that Owen is going to take Pete down and I know that to save my studio I should run to him and warn him. Tell him everything and be free. But I can’t.
I can’t save myself to further cause him more pain. He’s lost everything and if I tell Pete, he’ll lose this too. I won’t do it, I won’t be the reason he suffers any amount of hurt. So for now, I’ve pushed Pete to the back of my mind and I’m loving my relationship with Owen.
Leaving work, I go home to shower before heading over to Owen’s. I’ve convinced him to sit down and watch a movie tonight. He wanted to go out to dinner, but it’s Friday and I’m exhausted. So I said Chinese and a movie or nothing. He quickly agreed.
So, once I’m ready I grab my stuff and hear my phone. Pulling it out of my purse, my heart leaps into my throat.
Pete: Times up. Be in my office in an hour and you better have the information.
Dropping my phone, the world around me starts to spin. It’s over. I have no choice but to tell Owen now. Pete’s about to destroy me. Once I tell him, once he knows the truth he’s going to walk away. He’s going to think I’m some slut that sleeps with men for secrets. I never saw it that way. I thought of it as a dating game, only I got paid to get their secrets. I never gave it a second thought, until now. I have this amazing man and I need to explain my past. Not only that, I need to explain that being with him is costing me my dream and his.
Showing up at Owen’s with my puffy eyes and red face is not a good idea. I know this, I know everything is about to fall around me. I’m going to lose Owen and I’m going to lose my studio. But I can’t wait any longer, so when I step off the elevator I feel my heart crack in my chest.
“Hey, blue eyes. Dinner is ordered and I’ll even let you pick the movie. That way later I can pick if I’m fucking you in bed, the shower, the floor, hell maybe all of them,” he says from the kitchen.
Lifting my feet is like lifting cement blocks.
“We’re also celebrating tonight because the deal I’ve been working on will go down tomorrow. Pete is finally going to get what he has coming and it deserves a toast.”
Maybe I should just turn around and run. Leave before anyone else gets hurt. I’ll move to Pennsylvania with my parents and start over. Even if my shattered heart stays here in the beautiful Manhattan penthouse.
“Hey, you ok?” he asks, stepping out of the kitchen. The second he sees me he drops the dishrag he’s holding and grabs ahold of me. Tucking me under his chin, his muscular arms hold me tight. “What is it?”
Tears silently run down my face, my stomach is turning, and my heart is pounding. “I have to tell you something and I’m sure once I do you’re going to walk away,” I cry out.
Kissing my head, he runs his hands down my hair to my back. “Nothing you could tell me will make me walk away. I’m in this Brooke. I can handle whatever it is. Just tell me,” he gently whispers.
It only makes me feel worse and I cry harder holding tightly to his shirt. I woke up so happy this morning and tonight I feel like I’m dying. “It’s a lot to take in.”
He wraps his arm around me and guides me to the couch. “It’s okay, blue eyes. Are you hurt?”
“Not physically, no,” I whisper.
Getting up, he goes into the kitchen and returns with a bottle of water. Uncapping it, he hands it to me. “Take a sip, calm down.” I do as I’m told and hand it back. Sitting next to me, he grabs a hold of my hand and squeezes. “Talk to me.”
I study his face. Memorize every feature and close my eyes. “I didn’t have money to open my studio, so I needed to figure out a way to get it. Working a normal job, well I’d still be saving. It cost a fortune for that building. It cost even more to renovate it into my studio. I busted my ass for three years until it was ready to open. Even then I couldn’t afford to keep the lights on with the handful of girls I had signed up. So I had to keep working another job.” Looking up at him, he’s studying me. Taking in every word I’m saying. “Remember I told you I had another job?”
“Of course I do,” he says, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. “So what do you owe someone money because I’ll take care of it. I’ll pay to keep you going, blue eyes.”
His sweet gesture makes the tears run down my face. “No, I don’t owe anyone money,” I say, looking down at our hands. “I sold my soul to the devil and my time is up.”
“What?” he asks, a bit louder this time. “Brooke, look at me.” I do and he searches my eyes. “What’s going on?” He’s losing his patience and I don’t blame him.
“I used to sleep with men for money,” I whisper, wiping my tears quickly with my free hand.
“You were a prostitute?” he almost yells. He’s trying to keep his calm, but I can feel the shift in the air already.
“No, not exactly.” Closing my eyes, I picture the handsome face I have memorized and I’m thankful I’ll always have it. “It wasn’t the sex I was after, it was the pillow talk.”
Holding my chin with his thumb and and pointer, he forces me to look at him. “I don’t know what that means,” he says.
“I was paid a huge amount of money to sleep with businessmen and in the afterglow I would pump them for information about their business,” I explain. My tears are endless and my heart is crushed looking at the disgust on his face.
“You what? What the fuck, Brooke. Have you stopped?” he asks full of anger.
“Yes.” I can’t even contain my sobs at this point.
“I’d be lying if I said I’m not pissed about it, about the fact you not only slept with them but essentially stole from them. But if you aren’t doing it anymore we can move past it. We both obviously had sex before we got together, we’ve had past relationships. I don’t like the idea, I actually hate it, but when I said you were mine I meant it. The past is the past, lets leave it there,” he says, blowing out a breath.
I wish that was it. I wish I could throw myself into his arms and thank him for understanding. For accepting the decisions I’ve made. But I can’t, because now is when I need to tell him the rest. The parts that affect him. The parts I feel so guilty about that I am ready to be sick. My body is shaking as I prepare myself for what’s to come next.
“That’s not it,” I say, my voice shaking.
Raising an eyebrow, he’s long let go of my hand and he crosses his arms. “Okay, I’m listening.”
I’m going to hurt him. He’s going to see me as someone I’m not. I can’t believe this is happening, that this is real life. It’s horrible. It’s sickening. It’s all my fault.
Wrapping my arms around myself to try and hold it together, the tears of guilt are unstoppable. “I was given assignments, clients is more to the point.” I need to stop to collect myself because I can’t get the words to come out.
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Go on,” he calmly says. Too calm.
Tasting my salty tears roll over my lips, I nod my head slightly. “You were a client,” I whisper, looking down as I squeeze my arms tighter around myself.
“Excuse me?” he yells, as he jumps off the couch. “I’m a client? You’re here to fuck me and get my personal information?” Unable to look at him, I try to choke back my sobs. “Look at me, God damn it.”
Lifting my swollen eyes, I want to crumble to the ground with the hurt I see on his face. He’s searching my face, probably looking for answers that he’ll never find. Wiping my tears, I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”
He lets out the most devious laugh I’ve ever heard and it sends a chill down my body. “You’re sorry. For what Brooke? For doing it or for having to tell me? What the fuck are you sorry for?” He growls, as he tugs at his hair.
“I told him I was done. I begged him to let me stop. He said when I got you talking I could walk away. So I was gonna do it, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to do it. I fell for you, nothing about that was fake. I’m sorry for considering doing it, for hurting you, for lying. He’s going to crush me, take away my studio. That’s how he convinced me to do it. He said he’s going to expose me to all the parents and I’ll lose it all. But I didn’t do it, I told him I couldn’t and now he’s waiting for me at his office. Waiting for the information I refused to get and when I don’t show up, he’s going to destroy me,” I cry out.
Taking one step closer to me, he looks down at me like I am no one. “Who is it?” he growls.
With my heart bleeding from what I’ve done, I look him right in the eyes. “Pete. Pete McCoy.”
“Mother fucker,” he yells, kicking over the end table as he heads to the door. Once out, he slams it closed behind him.
I’m left alone, which is exactly what I deserve.
Chapter Nineteen
Owen
I can’t even fucking believe this is happening. I can’t even wrap my head around how Brooke fucked me over right now, because I need to handle Pete.
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