by Angel Devlin
Jumping in my Aston Martin, I speed towards my apartment to shower and change while trying to come up with the perfect plan for tonight.
It’s not until I step through my front door that an idea hits me.
I do as I was planning, but instead of pulling my shoes on to go back out, I call for a car to pick Mia up to bring her here. Only two women have stepped over the threshold of this place, neither of which I’ll ever fuck, but Mia’s special. She’s the missing piece of the puzzle I’ve needed all these years. If letting her into my life means gaining her trust, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. The look on his face when I hand over his beloved but broken stepdaughter will be worth it.
Even if she hates you?
Chapter Eighteen
Mia
I can’t get out of this place fast enough. My scenes finish before Karla’s and I rush outside, where sure enough there’s a car and a driver waiting for me. Then I’m on my way to Deacon King’s apartment. We travel through to Canary Wharf and eventually pull up outside a gated community. The driver is buzzed through and pulls up outside the entrance building, where I’m met by a concierge who opens the door.
“Good evening, Miss. If you’d like to follow me.”
And that’s what I do, until he leads me through the gleaming reception lobby and towards a lift at the rear. He inserts a key and presses a silver blank button, whereas all the others are black and numbered.
“Mr. King will meet you at the top,” the man says and then he bids me a good night.
Of course, he’d have the penthouse too.
Through the minute it takes for me to make my way to the top, I can’t help but look at myself in the mirrors of the lift. I don’t look as angry as I feel, but the clenching of my fists shows me I’m still tense. What a fucking day.
The doors open and then there he is. Standing in a low-slung pair of black joggers and a soft cream t-shirt. There’s a hint of flesh showing me his happy trail. I want him to fuck me and distract me from the day. As I step out of the lift, I start to undo the front zip of my pale lemon dress. His hand reaches out and stops me.
“No. You will not use me to feel better. You will fuck me because you’re desperate for me. Now come inside, have a drink, and tell me what’s got you so riled up.”
I huff in indignation and annoyance, but I follow him anyway, down the hall and through his door.
Though smaller than mine, his apartment is large and immaculate. The entrance hall goes through to an open plan space, with a kitchen, dining and seating area. Huge windows show the view of the Thames, and patio doors lead out onto a small balcony. The colour scheme is black, pale grey, and chrome and the place definitely lacks any feminine touches. As I take a seat on the black leather sofa it’s cool against my bare thighs.
“What do you want to drink?” Deacon’s deep voice sounds out from behind me.
“Do you have any vodka?”
“Sure. With coke?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
He fixes my drink while I watch him and then pours himself a whiskey before bringing the drinks through and taking a seat at the side of me.
“So what has you so angry? I know it must be something big because you don’t seem the kind of woman to get pissed off unnecessarily.”
“Well,” I take a sip of my drink and wonder where to start. “If I may just vent?” I check.
“That’s why you’re here.”
“Firstly, as soon as I got back, I had a tongue lashing from Karla for the fact I’d disappeared to go shopping and returned without anything for her. I’d messaged her while we were away to say I’d met a friend and decided to stay overnight with them. But my lack of shopping pissed her off because I’d not got her anything. She didn’t question which friend I’d been with or the fact I’d stayed away an unusual amount of time. I mean she’s rich as fuck and can buy anything she wants anyway, but she has a tantrum because I returned empty-handed. I just can’t. It’s so fucking childish. Then we go filming and they’ve brought in a new person, Liberty fucking Parker.”
“And who’s she?”
“She is the seventeen-year-old my ex was knocking off. The reason we split up. She’s only just fucking seventeen for Christ’s sake. She’s desperate to be famous and they’ve signed her up, and she’s moving in with us. Tomorrow.” I’m surprised I’ve not broken the glass in my hand I have it gripped so tight.
“It’s caused an argument because the only person who I confided in about Liberty is Karla and although I know it’ll be Archie who’s arranged for the bitch to be part of the show, it’s Karla who agreed that she could move in.”
“Don’t you have to agree too though?”
“Nope. Karla’s name is the main one on our lease.”
“So why did she do that without asking you?”
“Fuck knows. She said it’ll make the show TV gold. I think she’s forgotten that this is my real life. The show is supposed to be made up shit we go along with. Now she’s brought my dirty laundry right to mine and everyone else’s door.”
“So now you have to live with your ex’s bit on the side?” Deacon’s eyes never leave mine.
“Yes, and not only that, but I had to film today the beginning of a ‘who will Archie end up with storyline’, which concluded with Karla having yet another drama because she felt it was eclipsing her part. I wish I’d never signed up for the damn thing. My mother was right to stay out of the limelight. I’m only in the first days of filming and they’ve fucked me over.”
Deacon does something then that I never expected. He pulls me into his arms and with his back rested against the edge of the corner sofa he moves us so that we’re lying on the soft leather with him behind me. I shuffle lower down and as he kisses the top of my head, I immediately start to calm.
“You need to see this another way. Take it from me as Celebrity Director of B.A.D. You have to keep reminding yourself of why you’re doing this. So make the most of it. Make sure they want you to end up with Archie. Knock out the competition. And she’s living with you, so you can keep an eye on her every move. Stay one step ahead. And then, when you’re queen of the show, quit. Go out on a high with your mega money deals and then Karla can have her own moment of fame.”
I sigh. “I need to make sure I’m sharing the stage with Karla. She’s my best friend. But you’re right about Liberty and Archie. I need to not let that bitch make me look a fool. I need to come out on top.”
He strokes a finger down my neck. “As long as you don’t do that with Archie in real life.”
“As if. That ship sailed long ago.”
His hand trails across my collarbone, eliciting goose bumps.
“Good, because the only person who gets to touch you in real life is me.”
I catch his trailing fingers with my own hand. “What are we doing here, Deacon?”
“We’re having a drink on my sofa,” he responds dryly.
“That’s not what I mean. I’m just so confused. One minute you’re ice cold, treating me like an object not a person, and then now, right now, you’re comforting me. You’re fucking with my head.”
“Maybe because you’re fucking with mine.” He keeps his hand with mine. “I don’t know what’s happening. My intention was to bed you like I’ve done many of the women I’ve interviewed, and with you and Karla it became a game. But there’s something different about you. I can’t describe it and try as I might to keep you at a distance while I feast on your body, something else is happening. But don’t ask me to define it further. I can’t. Other than to say you’re the first woman other than family who has ever seen my apartment.”
I turn my head around to look back at him. “Really?”
He nods. “Really, and I don’t want that going to your head and thinking that means I’m gonna marry you or something. I just wanted you to know that, well, against my womanising ways, I seem to be developing feelings for you.”
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or if I fe
el like some plague you’ve developed.” I say out loud while inside butterflies are dancing in my stomach and my heart is pounding.
He’s developing feelings for you. Deacon arsehole King.
Wow.
“Sorry. I’m not good at this. I’ve never been in this position before. I fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em. But I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay. I want to take you to my bed and you stay all night.”
“That’s going to be difficult around the show. Now Liberty is moving in there’ll be a lot of night filming in our apartment and also I don’t want Karla to find out about us yet.”
“Am I your dirty little secret?” he asks, freeing his hand, his fingers fastening around the zip at the top of my dress.
“For now.”
He lowers the zip down and edges his fingers in the lace of my bra, cupping my breast and then massaging my nipple.
“I think I’d like to focus more on the dirty part of that then tonight,” he whispers in my ear.
“I can stay tonight,” I tell him. My phone is switched off and I’ve no intention of speaking with Karla. I need time away to think, to get in the right headspace for how I can use the show like Deacon has advised me, to my best advantage.
“If you’d like, I can put you on the front of the magazine, alone,” Deacon offers. “Because you know they’re going to want us to put you, Archie, and Liberty on there now,” he says.
“But what about Karla?”
“It’s business, babe. Karla won’t feature once the scenes hit with the three of you in it, and our magazine is the best in the world. I like you a lot but I’m not letting our rivals get this story on their front pages first.”
“Karla won’t be on the front anyway? It’s either the three of us, or just me?”
“Yup. And the photos we took of you with Karla we’ll probably now just feature one of them. Tomorrow I’ll be contacting Liberty and Archie and we’ll need you in again for more shots.”
“I feel like you’re using me.”
“No. I’m just doing my job. So what’s it to be?”
I bite my lip while I think for a moment. “Put me on the cover on my own.”
“Fantastic. You can do this, Mia. You can get what you want from this and then move on with your life. If Karla is the best friend you say she is, she’ll understand that you need your time in the spotlight and she can still have hers.”
“You’re right. Fuck, if someone had told me after I met you for my interview that I’d be sat in your arms talking about feelings and confiding in you, I’d have thought they’d taken something.” I laugh.
“Me too, Mia. Me too. And now I’m seriously thinking that you might be someone special. Right, talking about taking something. You ever smoked a joint?”
I shake my head.
“Never?” Deacon sounds surprised.
“I’ve told you. I’m the ultimate good girl. You can count on one hand the times I’ve been drunk. Blackpool was a rare event in more ways than one.”
“Well, then I think it’s time for a few more firsts. First joint and then maybe I’ll claim that other first I teased you about the other night…” His hand tugs the zip of my dress back up. “Want to move things to my room?”
“Yes,” I answer, and I know right now I’ll do anything he wants. Something has changed between us and I can’t help but like it.
Chapter Nineteen
Deacon
The weed hits exactly as I was hoping. The world falls away and the only thing I can focus on is the woman beside me. I’d be lying if I was to say that my feelings towards Mia aren’t starting to shift. I might have laid it on a little thick out in the living room but there is a little truth in there. Fuck.
I glance over at her where she’s laying back against my headboard in only her white lace lingerie. She looks like the ultimate good girl she described herself as earlier; well, she would if it weren’t for the joint currently moving towards her lips.
I’m fascinated as her pink lips purse as she moves the joint back to her mouth. Her eyes close as she takes a hit before she releases it and allows the smoke to plume from her lips. Her head’s tipped back, her eyes are closed, and I’d be hard pushed not to say it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Grabbing my phone from the side, I snap a couple of photos, then pull up a playlist and kick-start the built-in speakers. The low beat fills the room and a smile curls Mia’s lips as her head moves in time.
Dropping my phone to the bed, I reach over for her and effortlessly lift her until she’s sitting across my lap.
Her glassy eyes meet mine. They darken as they drop to my bare chest.
“Why have I never done this before?”
“You fucked me only yesterday.”
Her cheeks flush, a seductive smile appearing on her lips as she grinds down on my hardening cock trying to relieve the ache I know is growing between her thighs. I can smell her desire and I’m fucking dying to get a taste. But I meant what I said when she walked from the lift. I want her so desperate she’s begging for me.
Plucking the joint from her fingers, I take another hit before lifting it back to her lips.
“What are you doing to me, Mr. King?”
“Showing you how much fun the dark side can be. You want to come out on top, sometimes you need to fight dirty.”
“And what are you trying to come out on top of?” she asks curiously.
“The only thing I want to be on top of right now is you as I fill you with my cock.”
Her mouth drops open and the blush still colouring her cheeks spreads down onto her chest.
“No point playing the innocent with me, Mia. I’ve already seen this side of you, and I know for a fact you’re gagging for my cock right now.”
“I…” she starts but realising I’m right she wisely wraps her lips around the head of the joint. My cock twitches thinking about watching those lips wrapping around that instead.
“Mine,” I say taking it once again. “Now make me come… down your throat.”
She hesitates for a few seconds, but before I have to repeat my demand, she begins crawling down the bed.
Her coordination isn’t one hundred percent and she struggles to grip onto the waistband of my boxers in her first couple of attempts.
The second she pulls the fabric down my legs, I help her out and kick them off, simultaneously taking my cock in my hand and stroking the length slowly.
She watches my movement, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, her pupils dilating the longer she stares.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand. I’ll decide if she gets whatever it is later.
“You.”
“Me how? You’re going to need to spell it out for me better than that.”
“I want you… inside me. Filling me until I can’t think of anything but your cock.”
A growl rumbles up my throat. The picture she paints is fucking perfect.
“You want to know what I want?”
She shakes her head, a shy smile appearing on her lips.
“I want something to remember this by. You mind?” I ask, picking my phone back up and holding it in front of her.
She stares at it as if it’s going to bite her at any moment. I hate that I’m asking her permission. Usually, I just take not giving two shits what the woman thinks, but there’s something about Mia that makes me want to at least attempt to do the right thing.
“They’re for my eyes only,” I say.
Her eyes focus on mine for a few seconds before she reaches for her drink on the bedside table and tips it back.
Something dark flashes in her eyes, her shoulders stiffening. “Do your worst.”
I want to tell her that she’s a stupid fucking bitch, but I bite down on my tongue and open my camera ready to capture as much as I can of what’s to follow.
“Now, as you were.” I gesture to my cock and she settles herself on her knees with her arse up in the air, ready for the taking.
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sp; Sitting up before she even has a chance to take me in her hand, my palm lands on her arse cheek with a loud slap.
“Ow,” she complains, her eyes flying to meet mine. “That hurt.” As our contact holds, something crackles between us that makes my chest ache. Pushing it aside, I focus on the task at hand and not on any stupid emotions that are trying to distract me from my mission.
“Only makes the pleasure better, baby. Trust me.”
“Never.” It’s a lie and we both know it, given as she’s here right now.
It feels like it’s taken a fucking age but the second she wraps her fingers around my length, my eyes flutter closed. My mind switches off as I give myself over to the sensation of her hand working my cock.
“Mouth, Mia. As deep as you can take it.”
She does as she’s told and my hand not clutching my phone threads into her hair to hold her in place.
With the camera aimed towards where we’re joined, I snap away. I don’t particularly want to use anything like this, but I will if I have to. She is a means to an end, and it’s important I remember that instead of getting carried away with myself.
She sucks me until the head of my cock hits her throat, but it’s not enough. She’s holding back and I need her all. Gripping my fingers tighter, my hips thrust and I force her to take me deeper as she splutters around me.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all. Make me come in your hot little mouth,” I soothe knowing it’ll make her happy. “So good. So fucking good, Mia.”
My balls soon start to drag up as tingles race down my spine.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you tonight. Are you ready?”
She nods eagerly but she doesn’t let up until my cock twitches violently and I come deep in her throat.