“But then what about that article? How did they find it out?”
I sighed, a frown settling on my face. “A person who wanted to harm Merritt hacked my phone and sold those photos to that tabloid.”
“Jesus!”
“Don’t worry. The police already found that person, so everything is going to be alright. I’m just sorry that you had to see those photos and find out about Merritt and me in that way…”
“Please, honey, don’t even think like that. I just worry about you. To be hacked! I can’t even imagine. Are you alright? How are you holding up?”
My throat closed up at hearing the worry in her voice. There wasn’t even a bit of reproach in her words, and I wished I could see her and hug her, thankful for her support.
“I’m okay. I’m with Merritt now and we’re going through this together. It’s going to be tough these next few days because of the media, and they are probably going to call you and try to get some info, but just say that you don’t know anything and refuse to give further comments.”
“Of course. They won’t hear anything from me or your father. Did you tell Carter that too? Or I guess he already knows how this works. But what about your job? Is everything alright?”
“Yes. Luckily, the news didn’t have any negative effect on my or Merritt’s job.”
We talked a few minutes more, and she expressed her joy at my relationship with Merritt. She also said that she couldn’t wait to see him again, and I promised to her that Merritt and I would visit them soon. I even promised to drag Carter with us, he was going to murder me for that one.
When we arrived at my apartment, we opened a bottle of wine to celebrate, both of us wearing goofy smiles.
“It’s been a long day, and it’s not even noon,” he said, passing me a glass.
“True. I can only imagine how busy the next few days will be.” I took a sip of my wine and sat next to him on the couch.
“We’re going to go through it all together, so don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worrying. At least we don’t have to hide anymore.”
“Exactly. Truth be told, I’m happy that our relationship is out in the open, because I was tired of hiding it. I wanted to hold you and show to the world you’re mine so many times, but I couldn’t lift a finger. Now, we don’t have to hide at all.”
“And now I don’t have to see all those beautiful secretaries putting their paws on you.”
His smile was devilish. “Jealous?”
“Very much. It feels good that they all now know you’re mine. So they better not try anything because they will have to deal with me.”
“You’re really feisty, you know that?” He smirked, putting his glass on the coffee table before he took mine and placed it next to his. “I just love that. And you are all mine.”
He leaned in and placed his hands on my waist, his lips landing on my neck. I moaned and pressed my fingers into his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.
“Yes, I’m all yours.”
He moved so that he was above me and pushed me to lie down, his body fully covering me. His lips were rough on mine, his tongue stroking me passionately, and I was all wet and needy for him. His hand moved from my waist to the waistband of my skirt and proceeded underneath it, reaching the edge of my panties.
“Damn. Look at you. Already so wet,” he said when his fingers pushed through my swollen folds and stopped at my entrance. I arched my back when he inserted two fingers into me, his lips tracing my jaw on their way to my ear. “Can you be more perfect?” he whispered and bit my earlobe.
“Ah, Merritt… That’s so good…”
His fingers curled inside of me, stimulating my G-spot, and the pleasure burst through me. I could feel my juices spilling out of me, ruining my panties. He increased his pace, his smile ravishing as he watched my reactions. I thrashed against him, panting heavily, approaching my orgasm. Several thrusts later, I screamed and bucked my hips, one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced washing all over me.
He removed his clothes, never taking his eyes off me.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, standing in front of me all naked and gorgeous. I slipped out of my jacket and unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the ground. The next were my blouse and underwear, ending on the heap of our clothes on the floor.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I said and went down to my knees.
I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft and took his sac into my other hand. He grunted and brought his hands to my head, his fingers lacing into my hair.
“Fuck,” he hissed when I ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, collecting a bead of precum that had poured out. I drew away to look at his impressive size, following his budging veins with my index finger. He was so sexy.
I returned my attention to his head, massaging his balls slowly. I was licking him up and down, then all around, feeding on his moans and raspy breaths. My pussy was throbbing, getting wetter and wetter. And then I took him into my mouth and started sucking him. His fingers pressed into my head, his breathing growing quicker.
He thrust into my mouth, unable to stay still anymore. He fucked my mouth while holding me in place, his eyes dark, so dark with passion.
“You’re good, Camilla. Too fucking good. Come here.”
He pulled me up to my feet and kissed me, sliding his hands down my ass and picking me up. I wound my legs around his waist, pressing my soaked pussy against his firm abs. Our kiss deepened, our hot bodies gluing to each other.
He took me to my bedroom and placed me down on my bed. He caged me in his arms when he lay on top of me and brought his lips to my shoulder, starting a series of open-mouthed kisses that ended on my breast. His mouth wrapped around my nipple, and he tugged at it, covering my pussy with his hand.
“From now on, I will have you like this every day. At my place, your place, or outside, I don’t care what it takes, but I’m going to take you whenever I want and however I want.”
His fervent promise added to my arousal, and I grew more impatient. I needed all of him. In every way.
“Kiss me there. Please. I need to have your mouth on my pussy.” I thrust my hips toward him, brushing my mound against his hard-on. With a growl, he went down and covered my clit with his mouth. “Yes… Ah, yes… Keep doing that… Oh God…”
He was sucking me gently, his fingers twisting my nipple in a way that doubled my pleasure. I was pure fire, climbing higher and higher as he increased his tempo. I grew louder, calling his name again and again, and a minute later, I was coming so hard that the flashes of white filled the edges of my vision.
I was still orgasming when he moved in between my thighs and sat on his hunches. He thrust into me, hitting my cervix, and a mixture of pain and pleasure exploded in me.
“Merritt!” I was hypersensitive now, so I felt this much stronger than usual.
He grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer to him, entering me so, so deep. My back arched, I grabbed the sheets and bit into my lip, returning his fiery gaze. His face was twisted in lust, his darkened eyes unblinking. I squeezed my inner muscles and got rewarded when he began moving harder and faster.
“Fuck me. You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
“What?” I grinned. “This?” I squeezed him again, and he growled, bringing his arm around my waist and pulling me up to sit. Now I was straddling him, holding onto his shoulders for support as he drove hard into me.
“I’m going to come… Fuck!”
“Yes!” I screamed, feeling my own climax building fast.
“Camilla!” He pressed his lips against mine, and we came at the same time, holding each other tightly. His cock began twitching, filling me with warm seed, and it felt so good.
“That was amazing,” I said into his lips after a few moments, wrapping my arms around his waist, and placed my head on his shoulder. I never wanted to let go of him.
He held me in his embrace, still inside of me, drawing lazy c
ircles on my back.
“I love you, Camilla,” he said after a minute.
A pang of sweetness hit my chest and spread through me. His words made me feel emotional. I wanted to cry from happiness.
“I love you too, Merritt. I’m so happy that I have you.”
“I know how you feel. I can’t believe I almost missed out on this. Between not noticing you as a kid, to all those times you said no, we almost didn’t make it.” He kissed the top of my head, caressing my back. I felt so good next to him like this, so comforted. “But now, even though we have to deal with this article, this is the start of something wonderful for both of us.”
“I agree. It just shows that even during difficult times, there can be a flicker of something positive. But we can use the most out of this situation to prepare ourselves for the future.” I nibbled his lips.
“With you, I’m sure everything is going to be great.”
I could feel him hardening inside of me, and I smirked at him, raising my eyebrow. “Already hard, Senator Dawson?”
“I’m always hard for you,” he replied and pushed into me, becoming fully rigid. I moaned, ready for more.
“Well, I guess we have to do something about it, then.” I clenched my inner muscles around him, taunting him.
“Fuck me, Merritt. Fuck me hard.”
In a second, I was pressed against the mattress with him above me and my legs draped over his shoulders. “You don’t have to tell me twice. I’ll always say yes to you.”
Mr. Charming
A Mistaken Identity Romance
By Nicole Elliot
Chapter One
Tristan
All this legal crap was just not my scene. Divorce papers were more complicated than the legalese behind building a tech start up from the ground up. First, the consent for uncontested and no-fault divorce was the biggest load of shit out of all of them, this was all her fault. Every piece of it. I already got through the petition to dissolve the marriage, why would I stay with someone who betrayed me in the worst way imaginable? And then tried to hide it.
And the alimony. I knew she was going to try to get her piece. I told my lawyers to do what was fair for someone married for ten years, and nothing more. I skipped the motion for modifying spousal support, she wouldn’t be getting anything else out of me. No kids, so that made this process a whole lot faster. The only thing holding me up wasn’t even the financial statements, it was the damned answer to divorce petition. I should have known she would try and drag this out, just to get to me. She seemed awfully content underneath the man she left me for. She just wanted to torture me.
I sat behind my desk at home, selling a billion-dollar tech start up meant I never have to step foot in an office building again. Or wear a suit.
I called my lawyer, to see if he had any news.
“It’s been almost three weeks, Levi. What the hell is the hold up?” Frustration seeped through my voice. I hated to take it out on the guy, but something had to give.
Levi was a friend from way back in college. He cared about his grades, while I just went through the motions, graduated with the ‘C’s get Degrees’ motto.
“I know man, I’m sorry. Vivian’s lawyers are giving me a shit storm of demands. I have to play around with them, I know this game a little too well, I’m afraid.”
I sighed, not hiding my complete annoyance with the entire situation.
“Fine. As long as you aren’t giving them any more of my money.” I grumbled. My hand combed through my hair in frustration before I rubbed my eyes. All this lawyer shit had me stressed, I needed a haircut and a shave. The gateman barely recognized me last night.
“Nope. Standard eight million. Uh, it might help if you pay her lawyer fees.”
Blood rose to my face in anger. My fist balled up on the desk, the other almost broke my phone.
“Hell no. You think I’m going to pay her for fucking that gardener?”
“Uh, it was her optometrist.”
“Whatever.”
He cleared his throat nervously. Again, I didn’t mean to yell at the guy, but this was damned ridiculous.
“I’ll take that as a no. I’ll push her tomorrow. I hope I can get her to make her answer to the divorce petition a yes by Monday. I know you don’t want to drag this out.”
“Obviously.”
He cleared his throat and I heard the ruffling of papers on his line.
“Look, I know we didn’t really talk about all this. But I’m sorry, man.”
I kind of froze as I blinked in surprise. Levi wasn’t evil, no. But we were not as close as we used to be. In college, we were close. Not just partying but talking about shit. He was my best man when I married Vivian. We just got busy with work and didn’t get to talk much anymore. When I called, and asked him to help me out with this, we hadn’t spoken for about a year before that.
So, I never really talked about anything besides, ‘I know you’re a criminal litigator, but my wife cheated on me and I need to take her down without going to court.’ The media would have a field day if we did, and I was still a decent guy. Couldn’t do that to her, even still.
“Thanks. We can meet up soon, I know life got ahead of us.” I said. He chuckled in response.
“Yeah, that’s for sure. Hopefully I can call you in on Monday with good news. Once the papers are signed, we can get financial in here and theoretically, you’ll be done with her.” He said, I heard the slight smile in his voice.
“Hopefully. Thanks again, I know you’re busy.”
“Don’t sweat it. This is better than almost getting shot every day I walk into court. Speaking of, I have a hearing in ten.”
“Oh, of course. Thanks.”
“No problem, see you.” The line went dead.
I swung back in my chair. Maybe I would feel better once I got out of my pajamas. Maybe eat something or see some sunlight for once in a blue moon, well, three days. I checked emails, nothing was dire, so I went ahead and left my den and set off for the kitchen.
Of course, I didn’t have any food. I shook my head in disappointment, mostly at myself. I took a shower and got dressed in some jeans and a polo, so I could run to the café around the block. I went there so much; the cashier knew my order. She stopped writing her number on my cup a few weeks ago.
“You look awful tired today, Tristan.” We got on a first name basis a few months back.
She was very young, college-age tops. And a typical one at that. Trendy dirty blonde hair, blue contacts, and a leaf tattoo on her wrist.
“Little bit, thanks for noticing.” I paid her and stepped to the side, feeling her eyes follow me as I did.
Things were different now. In my mind, I wasn’t married anymore; I’ve done my signing. It wouldn’t hurt anyone to show that girl a good time, maybe I would feel better. Maybe not better, but far from not having had sex in the past two months.
But instead of making a move I sat down at a table alone and ate. I could still feel her eyes on me. This wasn’t the time, or the place.
Maybe one day.
On the way home I stopped at my usual barber and got my haircut and wet shave.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, you make my job harder you know.” Tony, my barber who probably faked his Mediterranean accent, pretended to be pissed.
“Sorry. I’ve been busy.” He draped the cloth over me and I relaxed into the chair for a much-needed grooming session.
Perhaps I shouldn’t let myself go too much, but the shit I’ve been under for the past few months was enough for anyone to let themselves go.
“Maybe I do something new, what do you think?” He asked.
I chuckled softly, “Sure. Why not?”
I walked out of there with a new haircut and decided to keep my beard as a low fade. Made me look wiser, and less like a divorced man at thirty. Maybe that was all in my head.
I got back to my penthouse and settled in the theatre room, prepared to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. T
hen my sister called.
“What do you want, Natalie?” I gruffed.
“Ugh,” she scoffed, “I can’t check on my kid brother?”
I sighed heavily, muting the action movie from blaring through the speakers.
“Sure, you can.”
“Whatever. I worry about you, you know? How are you doing?”
I winced. I know she meant well, but I don’t like talking about myself very much. I never have, and I probably never will. Yeah, she’s my big sister. She was family. But I didn’t like talking with them about it especially.
“I’m fine. Got a haircut today. How are you?” I tried to turn the conversation away from myself, but she wasn’t having it.
“So, you don’t look like a bum anymore? That’s good. How is the divorce going? Did that twat finally sign the papers?”
I cracked a smile. Natalie probably hated Vivian more than I did. Natalie was always like my protector anyway. She was only three years older than me, but she used to beat up the school yard bullies for me. Until junior high when I surpassed her in height and wasn’t the kid brother anymore. Still, she went to bat for me all the time. Especially with this Vivian situation.
“No, she hasn’t. Levi is hoping to get her on board by Monday though.”
“Good. So, you’ll be at the gala this weekend?” I reclined in my chair, settling in for what seemed to be a long conversation.
“What gala?”
“You know Sasha and Bryan always have their gala this time of year. It’s on Saturday.”
Sasha was arguably the city’s most influential woman. She had been at the head of numerous charities, scholarship funds, and boys’ and girls’ clubs. Her success came from her ability to dig deep into the pockets of the wealthy. Including mine.
“Can’t I just write a check?”
Natalie laughed aloud.
“No, asshole. You should come. Besides, it would look worse if you don’t show. You know the gossip in this circle, everyone knows about you and Vivian.” I let out a long sigh. As much as I hated to admit it, my sister was right. I was sick of everyone in town giving me a pitiful look, as if they understood everything I was going through.
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