The Executioner 2: Love, Lies, and Revenge (The Executioner Series)

by Melissa Silvey

  “That was wonderful, incredible,” he sighed against her ear. “Did you like it?”

  “Yes, I liked it,” she answered. “I liked it a lot.”

  “Can I lay here with you and fall asleep?” Sam wondered as he stroked her hair.

  “No, you should go before Vince gets back,” Jordan said clinically. “He will probably be angry.”

  Sam hadn’t thought of that. “Tell him not to be,” Sam replied as he snuggled in closer to her.

  “You should leave, really,” Jordan said again.

  “Stay here with me,” Ari said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He laid his head against her shoulder and kissed her neck.

  “I’ll stay here with you, baby, as long as you want,” he assured her.

  “Fine, you deal with him,” Jordan taunted as he stood up and made his way to his room.

  Chapter Three

  Vince had two beers as he sat at the bar. He refused to get drunk and drive home. He had way too much to lose to do anything that stupid. Not that he’d never done it before. His life was different now. Everything was different since he met Arianna. And besides that the last thing he wanted to do was walk in drunk and find Sam Clark in his bed… Well, technically it was their bed. And he’d found out today that when he got back from Singapore it wouldn’t be “their” bed any longer.

  He wanted to order another drink so bad, but he didn’t. He left the bartender a tip and headed back to his car. He didn’t want to be angry at Arianna, but damn it all why did she have to so eagerly agree to whatever Jordan said? She was supposed to eagerly agree to what Vince wanted.

  He pulled up to the house to find Sam’s cute little convertible still parked out front. Of course he drove a convertible, Vince thought to himself. He didn’t want to walk into the bedroom, because he knew what he would find. He stood outside the door though; for five, ten minutes he wasn’t sure. He wondered if Jordan was in there with them, all curled around the two of them. He went to bed but couldn’t sleep. He had too much on his mind.

  Jordan didn’t sleep any better. He lay awake with his TV on and scanned every known fact about Sam Clark. He was a country boy who grew up in North Dakota. He didn’t date much, although he did have a short fling with Selena Davies. She was apparently too kinky for him, according to their email correspondences. He was looking for a sweet girl who could cook, or at least that’s what his online dating profile said. Jordan had no idea why a man as attractive as Sam Clark needed to online date. And Jordan surmised that somewhere, in his past, he was touched by a sexual assault. That seemed to be the main factor for the men who fell for Ari.

  He couldn’t help but remember how Vince warned him about his decision. He didn’t believe Vince, of course, he thought he knew better. But Ari smiling up at Sam while he made love to her was stuck in his head now. He couldn’t undo it, and he would never forget it.

  He heard Vince come in, and he wished deep down that he would get to witness Vince throwing Sam out. Why did he let him in? He thought about knocking on Vince’s door and asking him to get rid of Sam. This was not how he envisioned their last night together.

  Arianna woke up to the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen. There was just one problem with that. Neither of her guys had blue eyes. She jumped away when she realized that she was in the king bed with Sam Clark, and neither Jordan nor Vince was there with her.

  “Good morning baby,” Sam said as he fluttered jet black eyelashes at her. “Last night was so good, wasn’t it?”

  “Where’s Vince?” Ari tried to sound normal, and not like she was freaking out. But she was freaking out.

  “Smile at me like you did last night, baby,” he purred. “And let me kiss your pretty mouth. I want to cum inside you again.”

  Ari’s eyes grew wide as he tilted his head toward her. His lips were soft, but his kiss was hard. He nipped her bottom lip, then licked it. His hands moved from her hair to her shoulder, then to her breast. “You were so good last night. You were the best.” His tongue moved toward her nipple, and those bright blue eyes stared into her. He was so handsome; and he felt so good against her body. And Jordan and Vince left her alone with him.

  Was he the surprise that Jordan spoke of? Did Jordan want her to fuck another man? Didn’t Vince try to stop them? She just couldn’t remember. But Sam’s eyes and his tongue were too seductive. “Jordan said you like this,” he said as he moved down her stomach. He also moved around in the bed, and his penis was right in front of her face. “Do it again like you did last night,” he pleaded. “Take it in your hands and suck it like you did last night.” And then his tongue found her clit, and she moaned with pleasure. “Yes, baby, moan for me.”

  Was he always so talkative, she wondered? Was he that talkative last night? Didn’t it distract her at all? “Oh, lord baby, you’re so good. Work it. Work that cock.”

  If it wasn’t in her mouth she would probably start laughing. But he really seemed to enjoy it. And he was trying really hard on her clit. Then he stuck a finger inside her, and another, and she spread her legs and pushed her hips against him.

  “Yes baby, that’s what you did last night. You moved those sexy hips and pushed me all the way inside you.” He fingered her for several minutes, his tongue flicking against her tender flesh. “You taste so good, baby. You taste like watermelon candy.” That was strange, she thought. Then she pulled away and smiled. “Oh, yes, I’m going to fuck you so hard for that smile.

  “Are you going to cum? Are you going to cum, baby?” He asked as he fingered her harder. She didn’t think she was close until he mentioned it, and then she suddenly wanted to cum for him. He was breathtaking, even better looking in the morning with a shadow on his cheeks. She moaned as she did what he demanded. “Ummm, baby that feels so good. And it’s going to taste good too. Finish cumming for me and I’ll eat it.”

  For some reason that turned her on even more; and he pulled his fingers out of her and put them straight into his mouth. “Do you want to taste it?” He moved between her legs and shoved his hard cock into her as he shoved his fingers in her mouth. “You like the way you taste, baby?” Then his tongue was in her mouth. At least he was quiet and she could concentrate on him fucking her. She remembered he said he liked it when she shoved her hips against him, so she did it again. It didn’t take long before he was close too. “I’m going to cum inside you baby. And I’m not wearing a condom. I’m going to cum in you so hard.” She knew she couldn’t get pregnant, but what about diseases? Before she could ask his tongue was in her mouth again. Then he grunted and moaned. “Oh, baby, I’m cumming inside you Arianna. I’m cumming inside you.”

  He gave her his mind-blowing smile and laid his head down on her shoulder. His hands touched her hair and her cheek as he stared at her. “Can I be your third guy, Ari? Can I join your harem? Is there an extra room in this big house for me?” And then she smiled at him, a genuine sweet smile that made his heart stop. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He rolled off the bed and moved toward her bathroom. Soon she heard the shower running, and she was back in freak out mode. She threw on her robe and stormed out of her room.

  Vince remained in his room, packing. He had such high hopes for their trip to paradise. It wasn’t just going to be work; it was going to be his chance to reconnect with Arianna. He’d even thought about asking her to marry him after Charlotte brought it up. Then he heard the knock on his door. He didn’t know if it was Ari or Jordan, but he didn’t really want to talk to either of them.

  “Vince, let me in please.” She said after the third knock. She sounded so not like Ari that he had to open the door. And there she stood, in her robe with her just been fucked hair. He wanted to take her and hold her; and he wanted to shove her away and slam the door in her face. “What in the hell happened last night, and why did I wake up with my lawyer in bed with me?”

  “You don’t remember,” Vince asked. She shook her head. “That was Jordan’s going away gift to you.”

  “What t
he hell?” She invaded his room and sat down on his futon. “Why did you let him do that?”

  “Ari you’re an adult. You flirted with him all evening. You wanted him. I said you didn’t have to do it, but you kissed him. What was I supposed to do, beat him up?” He shrugged as he folded a shirt and put it in his suitcase.

  “Yes,” Arianna said firmly. “I don’t know,” she sighed. “Why did Jordan do this?”

  “You’ll have to ask Jordan,” he said sternly. “I’m packing, which is what you should be doing.”

  “I’m sorry if you’re mad at me. I don’t even remember it happening,” she pouted, then left his room. But she marched right to Jordan’s. And he wasn’t there. She hurried to the kitchen, and he wasn’t there either. She looked out the side window, and saw that his electric car was gone. Well, that was great, she sighed.

  And then she had all kinds of horrific thoughts. What if Jordan didn’t want her anymore? What if he was tired of their little arrangement? What if that was his way of telling her.

  She returned to her room, where Sam was dressing. He wore light khaki pants and nothing else. He was simply beautiful. “I was serious earlier,” he murmured with a smile as he pulled on the light blue oxford shirt that matched his eyes. “I want to be one of your guys.” She stared blankly at him. “I want to be yours Ari,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. “I worship you, everything about you.”

  She gave him a quick smile, and he stood up and kissed her. “We’ll talk about it when I’m back from Singapore,” she grinned.

  “I’ll keep you to your word,” he assured her. “You are so beautiful. I want to do it again,” he kissed her cheek, “and again,” he kissed her other cheek, “and again.” He kissed her quickly on her lips. She giggled. “Call me when you return, okay?”

  “Okay,” she nodded, and he left her room.

  She had all of her new clothes together, so it wasn’t hard to pack after she showered. She had lots of practice. And her Florian gear was still in one of her suitcases. She would take it with her just in case. She packed quickly, and carried her bags down to the front landing. She glanced out the side window again, just to see if Jordan had returned. He hadn’t. So she called a taxi to take them to the airport.

  Next she went up to Vince’s room again and knocked. Their flight left in 3 hours, and since it was international she thought they should be early. He sat on his futon staring out the window. “Are you ready?” She asked as he turned toward her. His eyes were different. They didn’t sparkle with that unidentified emotion. They were flat, hard, and unreadable.

  “Yea, I’m ready,” he nodded, and picked up his bags.

  “Jordan’s not here,” Arianna sighed as they descended the steps.

  “What does that tell you?” He wondered aloud.

  “I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll call him,” she sighed as she bit her lip.

  “Last night was his mistake,” Vince said calmly. “Let him apologize to you. He owes it to you.”

  “You’re probably right,” she said as the taxi arrived. They loaded their bags in the back and climbed in.

  Jordan stared at the clock on the monitor and counted down the minutes. Then he pulled up the departure list for the airport, and noted that their plane was boarding. He should have been there, he knew. He should have taken them. He should have told Sam Clark to go home last night.

  “SIB, show me Ari,” he ordered. She appeared on the monitors, sitting in one of the terminals at the airport in a bright orange plastic chair. She stared at her phone. Vince wasn’t beside her. “SIB, show me Vince, also,” he said. Vince appeared on half of the monitors. He paced near the gate. Jordan felt horrible then. Vince had abandoned Ari for something that Jordan put in motion.

  “SIB, send Arianna a message and tell her I love her, and I’m sorry.” He watched her stand up and walk toward the gate. Vince approached her but didn’t come close. He didn’t touch her or wrap his arm around her shoulder. Then she looked down at her phone; and she smiled. She put her phone in her pocket and handed her ticket to a stewardess and showed her passport. The stewardess nodded and let her through. Vince did the same right after her. He spoke to her, and she nodded, and then they were in the jet way and he couldn’t see her.

  “SIB, play Chicago,” he said, and the jazzy sounds exuded from the speakers.

  “SIB, show me Sam Clark,” he said after several moments. Sam was jogging at the mall. He had the biggest smile on his face. He listened to music, and he seemed to be engrossed in his thoughts. Jordan was sure he thought about Arianna. He felt jealous and guilty at the same time.

  “Message from Arianna: I love you too,” SIB said in her feminine voice. Jordan nodded, and wondered how he was going to fix this problem that he created. He should have listened to Vince, he said to himself for the millionth time.

  Chapter Four

  Arianna thought she must be dreaming when they arrived at their hotel. It wasn’t a room; it was literally a hut on the beach. Inside were a small sitting area, a luxurious bathroom, and a fantasy bedroom. The queen sized bed was covered with mosquito netting, which worried Arianna a little, but not much. She dropped her luggage on the floor in the bedroom and sat down on the bed. They’d been on planes and waiting for planes for over a day, and she was tired. She was too high strung to sleep on the plane, and now she regretted it. She wrapped the netting around the bed and fell asleep.

  She awoke to the sound of waves. She searched around in the bed, but Vince wasn’t there. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and saw that it was just after six am local time. She had no idea how long she slept. She stretched and stepped out into the hut. She didn’t find him anywhere inside, so she stepped outside onto the beach. Vince sat alone under a palm tree and stared out at the ocean.

  “How long have you been out here,” she wondered as she joined him.

  “I don’t know, an hour maybe,” he said. He didn’t look at her.

  She sat down on the sand beside him. He wore shorts and no shirt, and damn was his body incredible. “Where did you sleep?”

  “I didn’t,” he said as he shook his head.

  “You didn’t sleep at all?” She put her hand on his forearm. It took all his self control not to pull away. He tore at a palm frond and threw it at the sand.

  “Listen, what happened with Sam,” she began.

  “Ari, please don’t,” he sighed as he turned to her. He looked like hell. His eyes were sunken in, and he had dark circles around them. His lips were chapped, and he needed to shave.

  “I was drunk, okay,” she stated assertively. “I didn’t know what I was doing, and I had Jordan telling me to do it.”

  “And what about the next morning,” Vince questioned.

  “What about it?”

  “Were you drunk,” he continued.

  She paused for several moments. “No,” she said, deflated.

  “And did you fuck him?” Vince had her cornered; they both knew it.

  “I’m sorry, I woke up in bed with a guy, and I didn’t…” But that sounded stupid even to her ears. If she didn’t want to have sex with him, she would have told him no. And she didn’t.

  “Ari, it’s not just you, okay? It’s the whole situation,” he sighed.

  “You mean Jordan?” She wondered.

  “Yes, I mean Jordan,” he nodded. “He basically told me that he didn’t want the three of us to sleep together any more. He thinks I’m just biding my time with you two until I can find someone else.”

  “Oh?” Jordan hadn’t said anything to her about it.

  “He wants us to have a schedule. He doesn’t want to have to be with me and you again. He wants us to have separate time.” He found another palm frond and tore at it as well.

  “Oh.” She had no idea what to say. “If that’s what Jordan wants.”

  “You always take his side,” Vince complained. And then he was quiet again.

  “I’m in love with him,” she shrugged.

  “Aren
’t you in love with me, Ari?” Vince grabbed her wrist and held it tight. “Don’t you feel the same way about me?”

  “Of course I do Vince, but…”

  “He bought the house. He bought the cars. He’s bought you clothes, and jewelry,” he said as he gazed at the diamond pendant around her neck.

  “I’m wearing your earrings too,” she reminded him.

  “I want more than earrings, Ari. I’m approaching forty. I want a wife and kids. I want…” He couldn’t continue without crying; so he stopped.

  “I didn’t know.” She wanted to wrap her arm around him, but he put up his hand to stop her.

  “I’m going to take a walk, clear my head,” he said. She nodded. “I didn’t want to bring all this up today, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’m just tired.”

  “Okay, I’ll be here when you get back.” They both stood, and before he could stop her she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I do love you, Vince.”

  “I know, princess,” he said with a grin, then kissed the top of her head. “I know.” And then he was gone.

  Ari sat down under the tree for a little while and waited. But soon she got too warm and returned to the hut. As she stepped into the cabin she felt a cloth cover her face. She tried to struggle, but she felt dizzy. Then everything around her faded to black.

  Jordan knew he wouldn’t be able to track Ari as well in Singapore. But he had SIB searching the entire network of the city/state, searching for images of her and Vince, and the three men they hunted. There were not nearly as many cameras there, and a lot of the beaches had no cameras at all. He found out the number of the hut they checked in to, and ordered a camera to be placed as close to their door as possible. He was spending the government’s money anyway; he didn’t care how much it cost.