The Deal

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Yes, but …” he started to say before I interrupted him.

  “Jack, is it alright if I stay here with you and Isabella?” I said, turning my back to Theo.

  “Sure it is.”

  “Great, thank you. Did you know that Jack was honest with Isabella and told her everything? He didn’t lie to her and pimp her out to his friends without her knowledge.”

  “Wait a minute. I didn’t pimp you out at all. You made that deal with Aldo all on your own.”

  “I wouldn’t have done it if I had known you two just liked tricking girls. I don’t want to see you or Aldo ever again,” I said, storming off toward the bedroom.

  I felt myself shaking from the adrenaline of the moment, and then the tears came pretty quickly after that. I hated crying. It was my least favorite thing to do, and I didn’t want anyone else to see me that emotional. But when Isabella came into the room, I instantly wrapped my arms around her neck and held onto her.

  “I don’t know why I’m so angry. I just hate that he lied to me. It hurts.”

  “It’s because you like him, Abby. You’ve spent so much of the last few years pretending to have feelings for guys that you’ve forgotten what it’s really like when you like a guy.”

  She was probably right, but I didn’t want to like Theo at all. How could I have feelings for a guy that would outright lie to me? He wasn’t a good guy, and I shouldn’t have been having feelings for him at all.

  “I don’t want to like him. He’s a liar,” I said through my tears.

  “Maybe you should give the guy a chance. You know Jack told me the truth because I told him the truth about my past. I didn’t want to start anything with a lie and felt Jack was different. If you’re going to be mad at Theo for lying, you should probably tell him the truth about yourself as well.”

  Oh, she had me on that one. But I wasn’t ready to stop being mad at Theo for lying to me. Certainly, his lies were much worse than my lies of omission. I hadn’t been trying to trick him or anything like that. I just didn’t want him to know that I had been sleeping at the shelter or with other guys at their apartments for the last few years. It made me feel cheap and not like the person I really was.

  “I didn’t want to look like a cheap whore who was using people,” I said.

  “Well, maybe there was a reason Theo didn’t want to tell you about his escort business? Maybe he didn’t want you to think of him as a guy who ran an escort business?” Isabella said as she chuckled. “Perhaps you both lied to each other because you were both ashamed about your past? Maybe you could both forgive each other?”

  I really hated when Isabella was right about things!

  Chapter 18

  THEO

  “Shit, should I go in there?” I asked Jack as we both stood in the kitchen trying to figure out what to do.

  “I wouldn’t if I were you,” Jack said with a smile. “So you actually like her? I’m confused; I thought we were supposed to be picking them up for the business.”

  Jack was right to be confused; I didn’t normally find girls that I liked while we were out and certainly hadn’t given him any warning that I actually liked her and might want to avoid telling her what I did for a living. I wasn’t mad at Jack for telling the truth, I was angrier at myself for not telling the truth.

  “I don’t know what happened. Somewhere between picking her up and grooming her for the job, I started to think she was a pretty cool chic.”

  “Then what happened with Aldo? How did she end up going out with him?”

  “I went over there to talk to him about that fiasco with Kimberly. I didn’t want him getting pissed off that we had kicked the shit out of his guy. But when we got there, Aldo and Abby had met at her job or something, and he wanted to take her out. I couldn’t exactly say no, I hadn’t known her for more than twenty-four hours at that point.”

  “How is it that you have the ability to get yourself in so much trouble with the ladies all the time?” Jack laughed.

  “Seriously, I’d like to fix this, but I’m not sure I can. Aldo wants to take her out again, and she’s pissed off at me. Aldo will kill me if she doesn’t agree to go out with him again.”

  “He’s not going to kill you; come on, that guy loves you like you were his own son.”

  “No, you didn’t hear him on the phone. He definitely will kill me or at the very least, kick my ass.”

  “Then go fix this.”

  “And just let her go out with him again? I don’t even know if she will. She’s pissed off at him also.”

  “If Aldo is really that angry at you, then you need to fix this. It’s not worth going to jail over or losing everything just because of one girl. There’s plenty more out there.”

  I hated the way Jack was talking, but I knew he was right. I wasn’t going to be able to keep Abby with me if Aldo wanted her. There just was no way. As much as I genuinely liked her, I wasn’t in any position to pull away from Aldo just yet. I was going to have to do some fast talking and try to mend things between the two of them.

  Life wasn’t about always getting my own way, and I knew that. But I particularly hated what I was about to do. I was going to have to push Abby toward Aldo, the one man that could destroy me.

  I took a deep breath and made my way toward the room that Abby and Isabella were sitting in and talking. I didn’t like this at all, not one bit. I wanted to make up with Abby, but I didn’t want her to make up with Aldo. I liked that she never wanted to go out with him or talk to him again; that made me really happy.

  “Can I come in?” I asked after knocking on the door.

  I could hear the girls in there talking, and they both stopped the second they heard my voice. Well, I thought they stopped until I leaned in closer and could tell they were whispering to each other. I’m sure Isabella had told Abby absolutely everything already so there was no point in lying to her. But I did need to make it clear that Aldo had nothing to do with it, and if she wanted to go out with him again, that she should. I absolutely hated myself for what I was about to do.

  “Yes, you can come in,” I heard Abby say.

  “Sorry for interrupting, but could I talk with Abby for a minute?”

  “Sure. I’ll be right outside if you need anything,” Isabella said as she looked at me with an evil eye.

  I closed the door behind Isabella and crossed to the chair that was sitting next to the bed. I certainly wasn’t going to sit on the bed with her after how angry she was. Plus, I had to give her up to Aldo and sitting near her was going to make that way too hard for me.

  “What do you have to say? I’m ready to hear whatever excuse you can come up with. Perhaps another long list of lies? Give it to me,” she said, crossing her arms.

  Abby was angry, at least, I could tell when she was actually angry compared to when I thought she was angry. The look on her face was undeniable, and I wouldn’t forget it anytime soon. I hated making her feel bad and wanted to wrap my arms around her and make everything better.

  My whole life I had worked to make things better for people. I didn’t start working with escorts because I thought it would make me a lot of money. When I first got into the business, it was to help out a couple of girls who had worked for Aldo and were struggling to find new clients. Aldo was phasing out his escort business and doing other illegal things for his side businesses, so it was the perfect opportunity to take over and help the girls out.

  “I’m not going to lie to you, Abby. I’m here to straighten things out.”

  “Why did you even bother lying in the first place?” she said as she looked away from me. “I liked you, Theo; I wanted to get to know you. I even asked you what all that money was about and you lied right to my face.”

  “No. No, I didn’t. I said we could talk about it later. I didn’t lie.”

  Abby seemed more annoyed than ever at me when I said that so I decided it wasn’t best to argue with her. That wasn’t why I was there anyways; I
needed to make her like Aldo again. The last thing I could handle was him coming after me.

  “Well, I can see you’re mad, and I don’t want to upset you even more. I just wanted to straighten out one thing. Aldo, he didn’t hire you as an escort. I had no idea he was going to make that offer to you and didn’t tell him a thing about you. I certainly didn’t tell him you were working for me.”

  “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to see him again, and I certainly don’t want to see you again.”

  “Abby,” I said leaning forward. “Nothing was fake between us; the only reason I lied was because I thought you deserved better than a guy like me.”

  I was being more honest and real with Abby than I had been with any woman in a really long time. I hated that she felt like she didn’t trust me and wanted her to feel safe around me. Honestly, I wanted to just turn off the rest of the world and climb into that bed with her until everything was perfect again.

  “So you didn’t think that I would understand what you did for a living and the logical explanation was to lie to me?”

  “Yes, and look you certainly don’t understand, and you’re incredibly angry with me. Maybe I was right not to tell you the truth?”

  “Oh, I’m not angry because you’re an overpaid pimp! I’m angry because you lied to me!” she said raising her voice.

  I had to disagree. She was angry at me for both lying to her and because I had a job that was far from ideal for any woman. No normal woman wanted to date a guy who set people up with escorts. I had learned this a long time before but had hoped to get away without telling Abby right away.

  “There’s no reason for you to raise your voice at me. I know you did some lying as well over the last few days.”

  “What? I have no idea what you are talking about,” Abby said although she clearly had a guilty look on her face.

  “You know damn well you don’t live in those apartments I dropped you off at. You’ve got a storage unit at the building next door and slept at the shelter last night.”

  That was it, whatever I had said was the final straw, and Abby dropped any bit of decorum she had and got really pissed off. She stood up and started to pace the length of the bedroom while pondering what she wanted to say to me. Every time she started to speak, she would stop herself and then rethink what it was she wanted to say.

  I waited with a high level of anticipation to see what it was that she was going to say to me. I just knew it was going to be something horrible or some explanation of how my lie was so much worse than the one she had told me.

  “I’m sorry,” she said as she walked up, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me.

  It was the last thing I was expecting, and she totally caught me off guard. Why wasn’t she still angry? Was she trying to trick me or something? Never in my life had a woman given up on an argument so quickly, particularly an argument that she was clearly winning.

  “You’re sorry?” I asked.

  “Yes, I didn’t want you to think I was using you, and I am so ashamed of not having a place of my own. I’m really sorry for lying,” she said, holding on tight to me.

  My plan was to get her to agree to go out with Aldo again. But as I held her in my arms, I knew for sure I wasn’t going to be able to let her go. Gently, I grabbed her hair and pulled her face away from mine so I could look at her. Everything about her eyes was totally genuine, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her.

  The power between the two of us was too strong to resist, and the adrenaline from us fighting brought the intensity up a whole second notch. Every muscle in my body tried to resist Abby, but I just couldn’t keep myself from holding onto her.

  “Wait, we should stop,” I whispered without a shred of truth in my words.

  I didn’t want to stop and knew damn well that Abby didn’t want to stop either. Even if she was mad at me, I could feel every part of her body longing to be with me. I scooped her up and laid her on the bed as we both started frantically taking each other’s clothes off.

  Her soft hands on my body made me go into overdrive as my throbbing body ached to be inside of her. Normally, I could contain myself when I was with a woman. Typically, I could tease them, play with them, and make everything last for longer than imaginable. But this time, I couldn’t stop myself; I had to be inside of her. I couldn’t take it another moment.

  “Condoms, we need condoms,” Abby said, slightly out of breath.

  At least, she was thinking the same thing I was thinking. But I knew Jack well, and he had condoms hidden in every corner of his apartment. I reached over for the nightstand and, sure enough, it had a wide variety of choices for us. I grabbed the first one my hand touched and ripped it opened. I was about to slide it on when Abby grabbed it from me and slowly rolled it down my shaft.

  There was nothing better than having a sexy woman wrap your cock with a condom. Well, of course, there were things better … just not in the realm of condom usage.

  I let out a deep moan as her hands held onto me, but I couldn’t wait any longer and ended up pushing her back onto the bed as I climbed between her thighs. The look of anticipation in her eyes was simply irresistible as I slid into her.

  To control myself from exploding almost instantly, I had to think about something not related to the pleasure I was feeling there in that moment with Abby. My body moved slowly to try and control myself, but I just couldn’t stand it. I had to feel the explosion.

  Then Abby grabbed my back and pulled me toward her, giving me permission to thrust harder and harder. She wanted it just as much as I did and I felt that. Together, we moved quickly as one, and before I knew it, I felt myself exploding. The sweet release was so powerful that she screamed out in pleasure too as we both came at the same time.

  It wasn’t the best sex I’d had, and it certainly couldn’t have been the best sex for Abby either. But we both needed that release, and it gave us permission to stop being angry with each other.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the whole truth,” I said to her as I lay down next to her in the bed. “You deserve the truth. You deserve someone better than me.”

  Abby didn’t say a thing, and instead just pulled her body close to mine. I wasn’t used to a woman giving up on an argument as quickly as Abby had. It just wasn’t familiar to me at all. Typically, women loved to argue, and even after I had thought something was settled, they continued to argue about it.

  “I’m sorry too. I didn’t want you to think I was using you or something like that. I really do like you, and I wanted you to like me and not feel sorry for me.”

  “I don’t feel sorry for you,” I said as I held her.

  “Wait, not even a little bit?” she said as she sat up in bed with a huge smile. “I mean, I just admitted to being homeless; you should feel a little sorry for me,” she teased.

  “Okay, okay, maybe a little. But you’re a smart girl; I can tell you’ve got things figured out.”

  “We should do that again,” Abby said as she pushed me down and straddled me.

  “Do that? Or something a little longer?” I asked with a smirk.

  “Yeah, I could use a little longer. Maybe an inch or so,” she said as she started to giggle.

  “What? No, you did not!” I said as I grabbed her and started to tickle her.

  “I did, and I don’t even feel bad about it.”

  Never in my life had I ever felt bad about the size of my penis. I knew I was above average, and even her teasing didn’t make me worry about it. But one thing I did like was how she was willing to forget our fight and have fun still. I liked Abby a lot, and it was going to be harder than ever to see her go on another date with Aldo. That was IF I could actually even convince her to do it. Now that she knew I was in the escort business, Abby might not consider going on a date with Aldo, no matter what I said.

  “Come here,” I said, pulling Abby down on top of me.

  I almost let myself slide inside of her without a c
ondom, but then reached to grab one. This time, I slid it on my cock without her help, and she quickly slid on top of me. She moaned as I entered her body but moved slowly and pressed me deep inside of her. It was nice to feel her tight muscles around me, and I couldn’t wait to feel myself explode again.

  But this time, she was in charge and moved slowly as her hips thrust back and forth on my hard body. My hands explored her ass and found just the right spot to grab hold of her and pull her harder against me.

  With each thrust she made, I held her ass cheeks and urged her to go further. I couldn’t stand it and soon felt myself thrusting against her as we moved together. Harder and longer I thrust as I worked to bring her to the climax of explosion.

  I held out as long as I could so I could see her face as her body finally gave in to the pleasure. Soon, her body started to move faster, and I felt her muscles clench around me. Abby closed her eyes and her hands pressed hard into my chest as her hips grinded against me.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned as her clit rubbed against my body.

  The stimulation from her thrusting and my cock inside of her was just what Abby needed to finally get the ultimate explosion. I watched intently as her body gave in to the pleasure that I had given her. There was nothing quite as wonderful as watching a woman have an orgasm.

  “Oh … oh … oh, my, yes!” she screamed out as I held onto her body and pulled her down toward me so I could kiss her.

  While our lips moved together, I let my body thrust inside of her so I could have my delightful ending. Her lips opened, and I felt her tongue slide into my mouth as my hips thrust upward as hard as they could. I held her ass tightly and over and over again thrust my cock into her until finally making one thrust that had me erupting.

  “Fucking hell, what happened to us being mad at each other.” I laughed.

  “It was makeup sex,” she teased.

  “We should definitely fight more often then.”