Confess To Be Mine

by Suzie Nelson

  “What do you mean? I’ve only heard parts of it on my way over.” Danica had tried to listen to as much of the tape as she could find while traveling in the town car but she could only find snippets of the bits the news channels were repeating.

  Chelsea was a thin lady but she had a strongly defined face which intimidated Danica. She leaned over her glass desk and breathed out a puff of vapor. “Conveniently for the Ramsey’s, the beginning of your conversation is inaudible but you can be heard quite clearly demanding your own designer collection.” Chelsea rested back into her chair but she was obviously seething mad. “That was not part of the contract I had set up. If you’d had just stuck with the money and kept it short they might not have been able to record anything!”

  Danica could see where this was heading - she was going to get blamed for everything. “You’re seriously trying to pin this on me?” Danica stood up from the chair.Her pale blue eyes glared at Chelsea. “It was you and Barrack that decided to meet in a public diner where anyone could see us. Some great idea that was! You know that I want to be a fashion designer, you’ve known that since the day we met. I saw the opportunity to get what I want from this deal and took it – you would have done the same thing in my shoes.” Danica stood her ground and continued to stare defiantly at Chelsea even though she could feel her resolve shaking.

  “I know, I know! You want to be Stella McCartney and have your own fashion empire but it takes more than just one line with the quickly sinking Ramsey label.” Chelsea knew that she had manufactured Danica into the model she had wanted but she was losing control of her star talent. “Perhaps the whole plan was flawed from the outset but we need to do something quick.”

  Chelsea swiveled in her chair and switched on the plasma TV that hung on the wall. “I’m only concerned with you Danica, not those yellow-bellied Ramsey brothers. You’re already getting labeled as the conniving gold-digger that set this deal up and Jordan Ramsey could easily blame everything on you.”

  Danica watched as her face and Jordan flashed across the screen while news presenters discussed the details of the tape. “He’s not like that, Chelsea. He won’t leave me out to dry like that.” Danica thought back to her night of romance with Jordan and how they had opened up about everything. He had been so caring, so thoughtful and loving towards her, she couldn’t believe that he would use her in that way just to get out of some bad headlines.

  “Well,” Chelsea finally put her e-cigarette away, “and what exactly makes you think that? You don’t know these types, honey. Trust me, I’ve heard things about Edward Ramsey that would make your toes curl. They won’t fight fairly, so we need to get ahead of this before they do.” Chelsea sipped from a bottle of water and they both continued to watch the headlines.

  “Edward is hard but Jordan is completely different,” Danica remembered the way Edward looked at her like she was a problem that needed to disappear. It had taken everything she had to stand up to him and Jordan hadn’t shied away either. “This is between me and Jordan, we will be able to sort it out together.”

  Chelsea gave Danica a concerned look and wondered why her star model was so intent on working alongside Jordan. “I’m sure he came across as a nice guy during your pretend dates but he will do exactly what his older brother tells him to do. This is going to get ugly and you need to remember that I’m the one standing in your corner, not Jordan Ramsey.”

  Danica didn’t understand why it had to be a battle when they had both made the same mistakes. “Barrack wants us to do an interview on the Morning Daily show. We’ve already been invited to appear.”

  “Please tell me you didn’t agree?” Chelsea looked up desperately at Danica.

  “No. I said I’d have to talk it over with you first but they all seemed to think it was a good idea.” Danica sat back down on the seat in front of the desk and turned the TV off with the remote. She has already seen more than enough.

  “Good. That’s my girl. We’ve had a lot of requests for interviews but Sally Joy on the Morning Daily would certainly reach a lot of people. She tends to keep things lighthearted, not too many in-depth questions.” Danica could tell that Chelsea was now absorbed in her own scheme to win back the public’s favor. “It could work but we would have to be prepared in case Jordan tries to blame you.”

  “He won’t do that, I already told you.” Danica was sick of repeating herself but Chelsea wasn’t going to trust Jordan so easily.

  “Oh, he will. When the questions get too difficult, he will make you the scapegoat. You have to be willing to tell everyone that it was his people that came to us first. It was their idea to start the fake relationship so that they could hush-up the child labor scandal. We can remind everyone of that dirty little secret and then we will see who the media condemns.” Chelsea was talking out loud but not for Danica’s benefit. The cogs of her brain were turning and she was thinking of all the different angles they could use to make Danica look innocent. “If we have to, I can leak the contract and the emails, it will show that they started this whole thing.”

  Danica didn’t like the way Chelsea was thinking and she didn’t want to be involved in any underhanded plots. “No, Chelsea. I’m not going to play the blame game with them. We can sit down with Jordan and his people and come up with a plan that benefits everyone. There is no need to leak anything.”

  Chelsea gave Danica a flippant look as though she thought everything Danica said was naive. “I’m not letting you anywhere near that interview unless we have a backup plan. Don’t think they aren’t doing exactly the same thing right now.”

  Danica stood up and grabbed her handbag. “We do this my way, Chelsea. I will do the interview with Jordan, together with one plan and if he tries to blame me then sure…we will do it your way.” She walked over to the doorway exhausted from the whole morning’s drama. “My way first, Chelsea, and I’ll know if you’ve gone behind my back and leaked anything.” Danica gave her manager a stern look to show that she would be willing to take action if anything happened against her instructions. Then she walked out leaving Chelsea pacing her office.

  ***

  Danica couldn’t believe how out of control everything was; her phone had been ringing relentlessly from reporters and friends trying to find out what was going on. Eventually, she switched it off and unplugged the landline in her apartment so that the bombardment would stop. She had informed the doorman not to let anyone in and that she didn’t want to be buzzed every five minutes about people wanting to see her. All Danica wanted to do was hide away in her apartment until everyone forgot her name.

  She took some time to scroll through the online magazines and watch the TV, but they all repeated the same stuff:

  “Ramsey affair’s just a show.”

  “Danica Cliffe using fame to become a fashion designer!”

  How could she ever enter the world of fashion now? No one would take her seriously as a designer even though she had the qualifications and skill to make it. Danica buried her head in her hands and sobbed to herself not knowing what she had done to deserve such misfortune. The intercom suddenly started to buzz and Danica looked up furious that her doorman couldn’t follow simple instructions. She tried to ignore it but it just kept on buzzing. Danica stormed over and held her finger down on the button.

  “I said I didn’t want to be bothered!” Danica shouted into the crackly speaker.

  “I’m sorry, Miss Cliffe, but there is a Jordan Ramsey here to see you. He said that he won’t leave until he sees you.” The poor doorman sounded as upset as Danica felt and she instantly felt sorry for barking at him.

  “You can send him up, Johnny. Thanks.” Danica released her finger and leaned against the door wondering if she should even speak to Jordan. Everything was such a mess between them and she still had Chelsea’s warning in the back of her mind.

  Danica wanted to trust Jordan, to believe that everything that had passed between them was real but how could she when apparently everyo
newas blaming her for everything?

  A heavy knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts and she turned to open it. “Jordan.” Danica partially opened the door and just stood there in her white PJ’s waiting for Jordan to speak.

  “Thanks for letting me up. I had to see you.” Jordan was dressed in a black shirt, dark jeans and a cream overcoat which showed the signs of rain outside. His hair was slightly wet and Danica couldn’t help but think he looked as handsome as ever. “Can I come in?” He looked at her with an obvious expression of confusion as she was still holding the door half closed. “We need to talk about all this, Danica. It’s not just all this media crap, you know. There’s us too.” Jordan stood vulnerable, willing to be honest with her and in that moment she saw the man she had fallen so easily for. How could she have doubted him?

  “Of course, come in.” She opened the door wider and let Jordan pass by her. Her nose caught a hint of his scent and it flooded her mind with the memory of them making love. She thought about how he had held her naked against the wall in the lobby and how he had pleasured her there with just kisses.

  “I’ve been trying to call you all afternoon but it was just going straight to voicemail. Barrack has been trying to get a hold of Chelsea but she won’t take his call.” Jordan stopped talking and looked straight at Danica. She wasn’t listening to anything he said, only staring at him like she was in a trance. “Are you okay?”

  Unable to control herself and wanting to feel his hands all over her again, Danica rushed straight over to him and grabbed his face with both of her hands. She kissed him passionately, tugging his hair with her fingers. In one moment, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist while he clutched her thighs. Everything in her body and heart told her that she wanted this man; that she had to be with him and, in a surge of lust, she pulled his head back and looked into his dark brown eyes. “Tell me you want me.”

  Jordan had come here to discuss their media problems but he had also hoped that they could talk about continuing their secret relationship; Danica’s reaction was a happy surprise. “Of course I want you, my beautiful angel. Fuck everything else, I just want you.”

  They continued to kiss fiercely. Danica removed Jordan’s coat and unbuttoned his shirt. Still holding her in his arms, Jordan walked over to the nearest sofa and carefully sat himself down with Danica straddling him. The desire between them was mutual, they only wantedto be in each other’s arms, to have their limbs entwined in lust and their hearts soothed with each other’s company. Jordan grabbed Danica’s long white T-shirt and lifted it over her head to reveal her bare olive skin beneath. She was a goddess, a blonde, blue-eyed queen that only had eyes for him.

  His hands were everywhere - over her back, breasts, legs... Ever since she left his penthouse, Jordan missed the sensation of touching her warm soft body. He then placed one hand between her thighs and gently touched her pussy. She was quickly becoming wet under his strokes.

  Danica arches her back and moaned in delight. Her perky breasts were level with his face, so Jordan happily tongued her nipples. The feeling of them hardening in his mouth was driving him mad.

  All of their troubles had faded away as they were lost in their mutual lust. Jordan continued to kiss Danica’s breasts and chest but she suddenly lifted herself from his lap.

  “I want you now, Jordan. I want you to have me just as you did the first time.” Danica was about to kneel on the sofa but Jordan quickly stood up and held her arm.

  Something about seeing her naked in front of him, in all her natural glory, had made Jordan want to tell Danica exactly how he felt. “Wait, there’s something I have to tell you first.”

  Confused, Danica looked up at him wondering why he had stopped their passionate encounter to talk. “What is it?”

  “No matter what happens with the media and all that crap about our fake relationship, I want you to know now, right in this moment, that I love you. Everything we said to each other the other night still stands…I want to be with you. No matter what it costs us.” Jordan still held onto Danica’s arm. He felt vulnerable sharing his feeling with her. She was so precious to him. So beautiful and innocent. No other woman has ever made him feel the same way as Danica did.

  Seductively, Danica smiled at him and started to loosen his belt. “I meant what I said too, Jordan. I love you.” She pressed her lips onto his, dropped his pants and rubbed his hard penis. Cheekily, she pulled away and moved back over to the sofa. “Now, are you going to fuck me like I asked or carry on talking like a girl?” Danica winked at him while she put her knees on the sofa and then placed her hands against the back wall.

  Jordan adored everything about her. She was playful, honest and the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Excited to carry on, Jordan quickly ripped open a condom and made his way over to his waiting love. He gently started to stroke her back as she kneeled eagerly on the couch. “Open your legs wider.” Danica parted her legs and Jordan placed his hand back on her clitoris. She was wet and inviting. With a single finger, Jordan made gentle circles as he felt her legs quiver.

  With his other hand, he cupped her left breast and fondled her nipple. Danica swayed back and forth as she groaned with pleasure. “Make me cum, Jordan. Fuck me hard and make me cum.”

  Jordan loved to hear her shout out the orders as he controlled every sense in her body. He moved his hand away and then slowly rubbed his penis along the outside of her moist vagina teasing Danica with the inevitable penetration. Then, just before she was able to shout out again, he placed himself fully inside her and she gave out a load moan. He thrust while holding onto her hips, pumping and pumping feeling her vagina tightening around his cock.

  Just as he had done before, Jordan took a handful of Danica’s golden hair and pulled her up towards him. Her back was fully arched and he could see her round tits and hard nipples. He reached his hand down and took one of her breasts in his hand. He started to rub his hand over her nipple creating a little bit of friction which awakened her nerves. Still holding her hair, Jordan leaned his head beside hers and kissed her neck while slowly thrusting deeper inside her. “I want you to cum for me.”

  “Yes,” Danica sighed out. She could feel herself getting close. “Keep fucking me, don’t stop.”

  Jordan released her hair and then pushed her back forward so that she was fully bent over. Then, increasing his thrusts, Jordan started to pound harder and faster than ever before, aroused by Danica screaming out his name. As he reached his limit, he held her thighs tightly and together they orgasmed, feeling each other’s limbs give out and their energy wane. They collapsed side by side on the couch, panting like tired dogs but still folded up in each other’s arms.

  For a few minutes, they lay there just stroking each other’s smooth skin both thinking of the nightmare that waited for them outside their safe haven.

  “So what did you come over to talk about?” Danica was the first one to break the silence even though she felt it preposterous that they had to pretend to have a relationship when they actually loved each other.

  “Barrack has arranged for us to go on the Morning Daily show the day after tomorrow. They wanted us tomorrow morning but we need time to figure out what we are going to say,” Jordan said the same words that Barrack had put in his mouth only a few hours earlier.

  “Chelsea would never agree to tomorrow morning either. She was in a state when I went to her office.” Danica thought back to how frustrated and stressed her manager looked but it was all part of handling world famous clients.

  “Yeah, Barrack isn’t exactly a picture of serene bliss – you would think it was happening to them!” Jordan squeezed his arm tighter as he held onto Danica. “But we will get through this together, Danica. I won’t let this ruin us.”

  Chapter 8

  “We need to remember our position.” Chelsea pressed the button for the elevator and then, impatiently tapping her foot, she waited for the doors to open. “I know you like Jorda
n and his people but we are here to protect our interests, Danica. Even if his fashion label fails, Jordan will still be one of the billion dollar Ramsey brothers. We need to protect you.” Chelsea had dressed the part of a manager today in an all-black power suit and bright red silk shirt. Her matching red lips narrowed her face and Danica couldn’t help but stare as her manager continued to outline the agenda.

  “I don’t think you realize how serious this is for your career. I’ve already had three shows drop you in just one day.If we don’t do something you will have no career to talk about by the end of the week.” The elevator doors opened and as they stepped inside, Danica wondered if she could survive the short journey up to Jordan’s apartment with Chelsea breathing down her neck.

  “Did they say why they dropped me?” Danica had dressed in a simple white blouse and short denim skirt which highlighted her natural curves.

  “Oh, they made different excuses but they didn’t need to say anything. You’ve never been dropped once and now three in one day – it’s bloody obvious, isn’t it?” Chelsea held onto her dark ladies briefcase which contained several documents for their morning meeting with Jordan and Barrack. “In all seriousness, I think we should be asking Jordan to reimburse your lost income from all this mess; after all, it was their plan to have you two fake dating. They should pay.”