by Vivien Vale
My long blonde hair falls over my shoulders, and the look is accented by two, oversized hoop earrings that I bought on sale.
I look the part of a strong, confident woman now and I just have to act the part. I want Xavier to know what he's really missing. I want him to feel broken at the sight of me.
I take a cab to the studio, ready to confront him. Once again, I'm led directly to his office. But as the elevator doors open to the penthouse, there's no one there. God, does anyone around here ever work?
There are papers everywhere and his place looks as disorganized as mine. I wonder if he's been spending late nights here trying to fix my career? It's a thought I'd like not to think because it gives me hope, and hope at this point is dangerous ground.
After all, he could be trying to save himself as Hard Pressed is now under fire—as they should be.
I look around at all the paperwork and I see a company memo from Xavier about a new video shoot that's under production. It says it will announce changes to the company.
It discusses how the viral video went wrong, and how he intends to fix it. From what I can see, it's a well laid out plan to fix my life and his.
I think of him and how he said he loves me. I wonder if that's still true? When things got tough, I walked out on him, but what the fuck else did he expect me to do?
Being in his office makes me feel closer to him. Suddenly I'm overwhelmed by a huge feeling of emptiness at not being in his life anymore.
I miss his smell, I miss his commanding authority, and I miss the way he makes me laugh.
The thought of all the drama in my life seems less important than the thought of losing him. I'm starting to wonder if maybe I made a mistake walking out on him so quickly.
After all, he did apologize and he seemed full of remorse. Plus, he was just as confused as I was about the past.
Becky did everything to wrong us and her plans worked. I can't picture being that vile to another human being. The thought of what she did to us makes me sick to my stomach.
So why am I still blaming Xavier? He shouldn't have had it out for me, and he shouldn't have done the video, but he was operating under false pretenses. He thought I had hurt him. I guess that makes his betrayal a little bit more understandable...but just a little.
So, he's arranging a brand-new video to clear my name? That sounds really promising. I find myself hoping that he has been spending late nights up here thinking about how to fix everything. It's his fault that I'm in the position I'm in.
Remorse or not, I came to say goodbye and that's still what I need to do.
I figure he must be down in the studio working on the new shoot. So I think I'll meet them there.
Different emotions are swirling in my body and I don't know what's going on. I came here ready to say goodbye to Xavier forever. But seeing the memo in his office about his intentions for a new shoot and a new intention behind the company, well, that's made me second guess myself.
The elevator goes down and I try to prepare myself to see him this one last time. Why did I even come? Anxious nerves take over my body, as being around him always ignites an electrifying sense of desire that I can't stifle.
I feel myself getting closer to where he is in the building. My connection to him is like a sixth sense, something neither one of us can deny. But I still have to be strong and to sever this thing before it gets any deeper.
He's an asshole, a womanizer, a tyrant who's ruined my life. Remember that, Allie. Get through this.
My pep talk helps. I don't want to be with someone who isn't kind. I'm over the whole bad boy thing. Been there, done that. I'm looking for something new now, a real connection.
And even though Xavier's killed any chance of that happening between us, I still can't help but feel what I feel. He was the one, I think, and that thought scares me to death.
This is gonna be the hardest goodbye I've ever said.
Xavier
I’ve spent the night going over the final details for the video shoot tomorrow. If Allie’s edited film went viral, well this thing is going to break the Internet.
I have the power to make it known that she was simply a pawn in my game and nothing else. By the end of what I’ve created, she and every other victim of false reporting will be in the clear.
I intend to steer my company in a new direction, in the direction of truth and honor. There are no other principles to stand by and I guess I learned that the hard way, but learn it I did. I still have a chance to help Allie, and I’ll take it with full force.
I’m early to the set, making sure everything is perfect and there is nothing missing. Today will be an epic day for Hard Pressed as we’re starting the conversation on the right and wrongs of Internet exposure and online bullying. It’s quite a statement to make in a market that’s festering with untruth, and so-called fake news.
I'm in the largest studio that Hard Pressed has to offer. I want to be here personally to oversee everything. I need to make sure all goes smoothly this time. We're going to make this video and it's gonna make everything all right for Allie. It has to.
To a novice not of the industry, this place would look daunting. It has 100-foot tall ceilings, garages to allow new sets in and out, an array of expensive camera equipment and editing rooms. This is where we do our biggest projects and I figured it was only right to do it here for Allie.
I'm afraid of having jeopardized Allie's career, and more than that, I'm afraid of losing her.
The thought of her being gone from my life is ever-present and it adds a heightened sense of fear and foreboding to everything I do.
But I need to fix her career before the damage gets out of hand, so I choose to focus on that right now.
I know she was struggling before and she must be having an even harder time now. This will repair her image. Of that I'm confident.
The purpose of this new video shoot is to set things right. It will show the full, unedited video of Allie that went viral. People will see how her words were twisted.
The purpose of this video is twofold. First, I'm doing it to save Allie's career. Secondly, I have a newfound respect for how things can get out of hand on the Internet.
I want this to caution the public about how easy it is for things to be manipulated and misconstrued online. I want people to realize they can't always believe everything they see on the Internet. This is a perfect example.
It seems revolutionary that Hard Pressed should be at the forefront of this kind of dialogue. But it's needed in the industry. Anybody can be edited to say anything.
And I, as the owner of this company, can no longer be responsible for that kind of thing happening. We need truth and transparency in all areas.
I tarnished Allie's image, but she’s among thousands of other victims who have been tormented by online bullying. Other lives have been broken down because of edited footage and I want to help stop that from happening.
Our new official stance will be that Hard Pressed is a firm that represents integrity. We're not gonna do underhanded things and we’re only going to cover the truth.
I hope that one day Allie will see this video and understand how sorry I am. I never should've hurt her like that. I've done everything I can do up to this point to fix it.
If the video doesn't help her life, then I don't know what will. I've resigned myself to the fact that she probably wants no part of me. And that's a loss I have to bear alone.
I'm prepping the models and the actors about what's going to happen. I want to be in control of every part of the shoot. Just as I'm giving them a pep talk about what's gonna go down, I see the most unexpected person in the world walk in.
Allie.
She looks fucking beautiful. She's wearing some kind of lace dress that shows her long, tanned legs. She looks so gorgeous that for a moment I just stop and stare at her, wondering how an angel like this can exist on earth.
Then my cock begins to harden against my pants as I think of all the times I've had
her already and how amazing it was. If it were up to me, and if I had my usual authority over her, I'd drag her to my penthouse right now and fuck her again and again into the night. That's one way to show remorse—makeup sex.
She catches my eye and notices that I'm staring at her. How could I not? She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
She walks over to me, and I meet her halfway.
"Allie, what are you doing here?" I say with a hint of hopefulness on my voice.
"Hi, Xavier, or should I call you Stanley?" she says with a little bit of bitterness in her voice.
I'll take it. I'll take whatever I can get as long as I can be in her presence. I feel so fucking horrible about what I did.
"Do you see what we're doing here? We're making a new video, Allie. It's gonna show how your words were manipulated and misconstrued. It's gonna show the whole world how fast things can get out of hand."
"You're really doing that?" she asks.
"Of course," I say. "What happened with you, Allie, made me feel bad about what I did to your life, but it also taught me a huge lesson. I intend to make it my mission to help people that are painted in the wrong light within the media. I want our company to have a new set of standards where we only report the truth. You started all that. You inspired me."
She looks around at all the action. There's a lot of money going on in here right now and it's all for her.
She looks so beautiful that I wish I could put her in the video just for that starlight effect. But there's no way I'm putting her in front of the camera ever again, unless, of course, she wants me to.
"Well, this is really great, Xavier. I'm glad you're turning such an awful thing into a good story."
"Is that why you came by here?" I ask.
She looks down at her feet and fidgets with her heels.
"No, I actually stopped by because I need to say goodbye to you. I'm moving back home in a couple days and I just thought you should know."
"What?"
It feels like the wind is knocked out of me. She can't be leaving. She just can't.
"You can't go anywhere, Allie. You belong here in the city."
With me.
"Well, I wish that were true. I'm just not booking jobs and I can't afford to live here anymore. I'm not even saying it's all your fault. I wasn't doing so well before I met you, and I guess you could say things have gotten even worse."
I'm desperate to keep her here. The thought of her not being a few minutes from my side overwhelms me with anxious, possessive energy.
"I'm not gonna let that happen, Allie. You can't leave. Your career is gonna get fixed. And what about working for Hard Pressed ? There's plenty of work for you as a model here and it will start your career over again."
She looks at me for a second like she wants to take me up on my offer. She looks at me like maybe she wants to kiss me. So, I do her the honor.
I kiss her then and there the middle of the studio so that everyone can see. I kiss her passionately and deeply like I've been dying to do for the past few days.
Only this time, things are different because she knows it's me. There's no more deception and there are no more lies. Things are gonna be based on truth from here on out.
This brings a new level to our connection. The fact that she knows I'm Stanley from her past and that we're repairing everything, well, it feels different. We've always been connected and that's only been enhanced now.
She can feel my hard cock beneath my pants, I'm sure. I know she's getting turned on because her skin is flushed. I'm probably making her wet right here and now.
"Baby, come back to my penthouse with me and we can talk more privately there."
She nods her head and I take her out of there before she has a chance to change her mind. I call my limo and it pulls up right away. Pretty soon I have her in the back of it and it's just the two of us.
I hope this is the beginning of our new adventure together. I hope this means she forgives me. But I just don’t know yet.
We drive through the city, and though she tries to resist at first, I eventually make my way up her skirt. She gives me full access to her sweet pussy, and it's all I could've asked for.
I'm about to cement my right to her and to make it real. She'll be screaming my name by the end of the night and we'll never be separated again.
This is just the beginning of our beautiful story.
Allie
Xavier once again has me in the back of his limo and I can't believe I'm here. After all, he did try to prevent me from making it big in this industry.
His tactics were underhanded and he nearly destroyed my life. But at the same time, through it all, he was always there, building me back up.
It's weird really to know that Xavier is Stanley. He embodies these two personas that are one in the same. I loved him when he nearly nothing, a destitute nerd with a brilliant mind, and I love him today, the man behind the corporation.
It's sad to know that a friend's betrayal almost led to our permanent separation. I hate to think of what Xavier thought of me all those years. To him, I was a conniving girl with no interest in what truly matters. To him, I was selfish and out for myself.
And to me, he was the guy that took my virginity and then abandoned me, for what? I hated him for leaving, and I guess I too have been harboring a secret resentment towards him.
Now, thank goodness, we are finally reunited. The winds of Fate have changed and managed to push us together once again. Maybe it's meant to be? Maybe he's the guy I've been yearning for all these years only I couldn't name the feeling?
For now, it's good enough to be appreciating this moment with him. I'm dazzled by the limo and his luxurious lifestyle, but I'm more interested in him. Suddenly I have a thousand questions as to how he got here and what his life has been all these years without me.
"Xavier, I want to get to know you all over again. You feel like a stranger now," I say as I gaze out the window.
Rain is falling and it's cold outside. I feel warm and protected next to him, like finally not a thing could go wrong and I am where I've always been meant to be.
He holds me tight and I welcome the touch.
"I know, baby, but we have a lifetime for that. Right now, I just want to get you home and into a bath."
Did he just say lifetime and home ? Those are forever kind of words, and I'm not used to hearing them. Our future feels so cemented and that actually feels nice. I guess I'm a little scared to be under his power and control for the foreseeable future, but what if it's okay to take that risk?
I like being his. I like the way he owns me. There's a pleasure-pain principle working here that I never tire of. Xavier keeps me on my toes and there's no monotony between us. Dare I hope that this could be something pretty incredible?
He works his hand along my upper thigh, trying to feel me up right here in the car.
I push his hand away and scold, "Not yet. Please, honey, I just want to wait."
"Fine." He pulls his hand back with disappointment, but I can tell he's not really too unhappy with me.
I'll make it worth his while once we get upstairs and can light a fire. I've had a long couple of days and I'm definitely ready to unwind with him.
We arrive at the building and by now the doormen know me.
"Hi, Allie, nice to see you."
I smile at him and make a note of his kindness for future reference.
We walk inside and to the elevator. Once there, it's all I can do to tame Xavier. He wants it now. And he's a force to be reckoned with.
I let him kiss me and nuzzle my neck, reveling in the sensations I thought were lost forever.
"Xavier, I'm dying for a glass of wine. First, please?"
"As you wish."
The doors open, and we walk inside. The city glitters beneath us. It's really incredible up here, a cozy abode away from the bustling streets.
He goes to the wine fridge that's encapsulated by lights, and it covers nearly an entir
e wall.
"What kind?"
"Pinot, please. Thank you."
I curl up on the rug after clicking on the fire. I need this moment to relax and to re-center myself. Being with Xavier tonight will be the first time that we've been together since my discovering the truth about him.
I'm oddly nervous. We've had so many first times together and this seems like another one, an important one.
I let myself gaze into the fire for several moments, soaking in the anticipation and then he comes over with my wine.
I can tell he's ready. There's no holding back now. He wants to solidify this. He has since the moment he first saw me tonight.
There's nothing more to hide. I'm all his. An open book. The realness of that scares me. It's so raw and vulnerable, a place I seldom go. But if this is meant to be then he'll take me as I am and understand the years of war wounds I've suffered in trying to make a name for myself, in being without him.
I drink the deep purple liquid and it instantly soothes my over-excited nerves. I want this to happen. I want something special with Xavier, even if the notion of it scares me and means upending my life.
He meets me down on the rug and gently tips me backward. The firelight is all there is in his dark place. The orange glow combined with city lights are the only thing that allows me to see his face, handsome and rugged.
His eyes are peering into me and soon he makes his move. He pulls my clothes off, piece by piece and then does the same to himself. I try to cover myself with modesty but he pulls my hands away and pins them above my head.
He's got me trapped under the weight of his frame. Slowly he goes about tormenting and torturing my nipples with his tongue. He kisses my neck and down my flat stomach that flutters under his touch.
Then in one swift, rough movement, he flips me over so that I'm crouching on my knees. He takes two fingers and slides them into my pussy, making circular motions that push me into overdrive.