Big Package_A Dark Vixens Novella

by Vivien Vale

  She’s a keeper. But more than that, just the idea of her ever being with some other guy drives me crazy with jealousy that I know I’ll never let her go. Not for a second.

  She’s thanking everybody and promising her commitment, but all I see is her beauty. Today more than ever, I see her in her element, and her power and elegance exude in a way that I never knew was possible.

  I always knew I wanted a strong woman, someone who would test me and broaden my horizons, but I never dreamed for a second that someone like Claire could be real.

  I’m lost in thought, so happy to be here for her win. Now she can go far, and her company will become something big.

  Evan jolts me out of my daydream, and I’m annoyed that he’s even here. He’s the one that wanted to take her down, to ruin her chances of success—and I’m not proud to admit that I went along with it.

  “Fuck man, what are we gonna do now? She wasn’t supposed to win,” he says to me as though I’m still on his side.

  I look at him angrily, “Drop it, Evan. You hear me? Just let this go.”

  “Why? Because you’ve become so wrapped up in her? I can’t believe you’d let a woman determined the fate of our company,” he challenges me.

  I realize now that my VP is a shady son-of-a-bitch who doesn’t have my best interest at heart. He’s all about one thing…himself.

  He’s starting to get on my last nerve. This is Claire’s moment, and I want to see her enjoy it. Instead, I have him complaining in my ear.

  “It’s none of your damn business, Evan, what happens between us. The plan was a mistake. It’s over. She deserves this win,” I say.

  “Wow. I never imagined that Liam Alton would be led astray by a woman. She’s been nothing but poison to you and to the firm. You’re the one making a mistake by letting her get this without a fight.”

  “Fuck off, Evan, just go. You don’t know the truth about any of this,” I say with a certain amount of fury.

  I’m trying to control my rage at Evan so that Claire can enjoy her moment without any drama. I turn my attention away from him and back to her. I can deal with Evan later, but for now, I want to help Claire celebrate.

  She walks towards me, and I sweep her up in my arms.

  “You did it, baby. You really did it.” I say to her.

  “Are you mad, Liam? Do you wish Dignity Creative got the contract?” I can see she’s concerned that I might be upset.

  “No, baby, I want you to have it. This lingerie company is all yours, and you deserve it. Never forget that, okay?” I tip her head up so she has to stare into my eyes.

  I want her, bad. I’m aching to thrust my cock deep into her sweet, little pussy and to prove just how happy I am that she did it.

  “And I want you.” I whisper into her ear.

  People are congratulating her even as they are filing out the room. But I know she’s as wrapped up as I am in the world that’s happening between us.

  She squeezes my hand and whispers, “When, Liam? When can we celebrate, just you and I?”

  “Tonight,” I whisper so low that onlookers can’t hear. “I’ll take you somewhere special tonight. Can you wait until then?”

  “Barely,” she says, and I feel the heat coming from her.

  I take her out into the hallway, and she’s smiling and tearing up a little bit.

  I keep my hand firmly around her waist as Charlotte comes over.

  “Claire, we did it! You did it. The company is saved, and now Epica is officially a force to be reckoned with.”

  “Couldn’t have done it without you, Charlotte, you know that. Now go call everyone and deliver the good news.”

  “Of course,” Charlotte says, as she’s already on the phone.

  Claire looks up at me with inquiring eyes, “Are you sure you’re not mad? I know you wanted this, too, Liam. I feel kinda bad about winning.”

  “Baby, I want this for you. You deserve it. I never want you to feel guilty about winning, not for a second. I’m truly glad it was you.”

  We’re suspended in time, just she and I. Her ocean blue eyes threaten to undo me right here, because it feels like she’s begging me to just be her fucking master and to fuck her over the table or something.

  It’s always like this between us, sparks flying and electricity going off. She’s helped me find my passion again. She’s jolted me out of my jaded slumber and made me feel alive.

  Suddenly the world is my oyster.

  And I only want to share with her.

  Whether this is lust or love, whatever you would call it, I know that from this moment forward, I’m on her side, and I always will be.

  She has to know my feelings. Now that it’s become obvious to me, I decide that tonight I’ll tell her exactly how it is...that she’s the only one.

  I walk with her down the long hall, still admiring the beautiful lingerie on display and wishing she was in it.

  “Okay, baby, I have to run to another meeting, but we’ll do something special tonight. I’ll call you.”

  I give her a kiss and leave her side to wait for the elevator. She smiles at me and winks.

  Sigh. I hate to go, but business calls.

  I watch her tight ass saunter back over to where the executives, her new colleagues are, and feel a sense of pride wash over me. I feel like she’s mine already, and that I can partake of her happiness as if it’s my own.

  Fuck. What’s happening to me?

  But more importantly, where should I take her tonight

  Claire

  I leave Liam halfway down the corridor, so I can return to the business at hand.

  I have executives to thank and a contract to sign.

  It’s all happening, and I feel like I’m on cloud nine, considering our new client and the hunky man that’s taking me out to celebrate later.

  I was really worried that he’d be pissed that I landed this big client and he didn’t. But I should’ve known that Liam is more of a man than that, that he doesn’t indulge in childish games and jealousy.

  There’s a new sense of intimacy between us as I realize he cares more about me than he does about the campaign.

  And that turns me on at a whole new level. I feel relieved that there’s no longer any competition between us, and we can just focus on being together.

  He seems genuinely happy for me, and in truth, I relish his attention and how he’s proud of my success.

  My life is coming together, both personally and professionally. Now my team and I don’t have to stress about landing the biggest campaign of our lives anymore—because we’ve actually done it. We’ve won, and my little company Epica is going to survive and thrive.

  But beyond everything, this experience has made me acutely aware of the fact that Liam means more to me than I’d previously realized or allowed myself to admit.

  What started out as a fling is maybe turning into something more real. Dare I hope?

  I walk toward the Velvet Luxe team and see Evan talking to them. He looks furious, and suddenly I’m really wishing Liam hadn’t gone. I look back and see him down the hall, making a phone call by the elevator, and I long to go to him and to ask him to control his VP.

  Evan glares at me as he speaks to the executives, and I feel that something’s about to go down.

  He seems livid, and I wonder why. I won the account fair and square. Besides, he works for one of the biggest agencies out there; it’s not like they’re gonna suffer very much from losing one client.

  The executives look up as I nervously approach them. I don’t know what he’s doing or what he’s saying, but it looks suspicious from the way they are all now looking at me.

  I stop in the hallway a little awkwardly, wondering if I should come or if I should go.

  Before long, my question is answered because the woman who was so nice to me earlier, the one who announced me as the winner, asks me to come join them.

  It’s just Evan and I and the Velvet Luxe people standing in a circle outside the conferenc
e room. He casts me a self-righteous look, as if he’s in on some secret that I’m not aware of.

  “Claire,” the woman says. “I’m afraid that we’re gonna have to retract our previous offer. We’ve been made privy to evidence that you cheated and stole ideas for this campaign. We can’t have that kind of deception around our brand, and we’ve chosen to go with someone else.”

  Time slows down as I take in what this means. I stare at them in disbelief and don’t know what to say. I see Evan in his corner, smirking—and I realize all at once this is because of him and Liam.

  They must’ve set me up so that even if I won, it would be taken from me.

  Surely, if Evan’s doing this, then it’s from Liam’s direction. I look over my shoulder and see him, my handsome dream guy, at the end of the hall chatting on his phone.

  Is he sticking around to see my fall from grace? This is obviously an orchestrated move between them.

  My heart shatters into a million pieces as it becomes clear that Liam never even liked me. It was all an act. He was pretending to be interested in me to lower my guard and to facilitate this underhanded plan.

  He’s as ruthless as ever. I dared to go up against the biggest shark in the tank, and I let get wrapped up in his net instead, hook, line, and sinker.

  I try to explain myself to the executives, to defend my company and our campaign, but they’re hearing none of it.

  I plead with them, “This isn’t right. I didn’t steal anything. Those ideas are all mine. The people you should be looking at is Dignity Creative. They’re trying to undermine me to win this contract.”

  One of the suits speaks up. “We’re sorry, Claire. We just can’t be associated with this kind of controversy. Whether you stole the ideas or not, the rumors reflect poorly on your character and that of your firm.”

  I hold back the tears that are threatening to give me away. I’m not gonna give Evan and Liam the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

  I never should’ve trusted Liam. I knew better, I kept telling myself not to go there, and in the end, I got burned.

  It’s all my fault.

  Images of Liam and me bombard my thoughts. All the nights, all the secret smiles, all the tender touches…it was all a game, an act to win.

  Sure, I spied on him briefly, but he’s been setting me up this entire time.

  Everything between us was untrue, and the mere thought of that makes me feel nauseous.

  I storm down the hallway, intending to talk to Liam and to tell him what a piece of shit he is.

  Evan catches up to my brisk pace and says, “Claire, you had this coming. I know that you snuck onto Liam’s computer and found the folders containing our ideas. I saw the login code. You’ve been caught in your own web. I had to expose you for the criminal that you are.”

  I feel like punching his smug face.

  I think back to the moment when I had decided to snoop around on Liam’s computer. I never should’ve done it. But I didn’t steal anything.

  And from what I know, he’s changed the entire campaign anyway.

  “I didn’t steal anything from you guys, Evan, and you know that,” I say.

  “On the contrary, I have evidence. Besides, this was gonna go badly for you either way. Liam and I have been planning to acquire your company from the beginning. You’re not strong enough to stand on your own. We’re gonna buy Epica, and every member of your team is gonna come to our side. And because you spied on us, we’re gonna cut you out, and you will no longer be a part of your own company,” he says wickedly.

  The truth hits me hard. “You were setting me up from the beginning? To get my company?”

  How could I’ve been such a fool?

  “Exactly,” he says, as though he’s enjoying every minute of my misery.

  I see Liam standing further down the hallway at the elevator. He smiles at me, and I walk towards him.

  “How could you, Liam? You’re a terrible person, and I never should’ve trusted you!”

  He looks surprised by my harsh tone and words, but before he can object or say anything to me, I deliver a slap across his face…hard.

  He raises a hand to his reddened cheek and shoots Evan a dirty look.

  “Evan, what have you done? What did you tell her?” he says furiously.

  “He told me the truth, Liam,” I say as the hot tears form in my eyes. “You’ve been using me this whole time. How could you?”

  The elevator door opens, and I dash inside and close the doors before Liam has a second to stop me.

  I never want to see him again. I’ve never been hurt like this before. The betrayal makes the world seem bleak and gloomy.

  At the main floor, I rush out of the building and duck into a cab before he or Charlotte or anybody else can do anything.

  I just lost the biggest campaign of my life, the best client we’ve ever signed on, all because of my own foolish naivety.

  I knew not to trust him. Charlotte and I talked frequently about the fact that I shouldn’t trust him. I know his reputation, and yet I went there anyway.

  I thought maybe I was just a fling to Liam, but I never imagined he was faking everything to take down my business. The truth is so much worse than I thought.

  The world is crumbling down around me, and I wonder how I’m going to tell my people at my company that I’ve just lost everything. I’ve allowed my success to slide right through my fingers—all because of a guy.

  Tearfully, I ask the cab driver to take me home. I want to be in my apartment and to never come out again.

  Claire

  Tears are streaming down my face as the driver pulls up to my building. I’m sure he wonders what’s wrong with me.

  I aim to get into my apartment as quickly as possible so that I can try to escape the pain away from the public eye. I look around to see if anyone is outside.

  I’m alone.

  It’s my first lucky strike of the day.

  Once I’m safely within the confines of my own environment, I lean against the door and know that I have to do the inevitable. I have to text Charlotte so that she can tell everybody that the gig is up, that I lost the contract.

  I text her through blurry, tear-stained eyes. And then I throw my phone across the across the room.

  All I can think of is how stupid I’ve been. I just lost everything because I chose to trust the one man I knew to stay away from.

  I was literally in bed with the enemy this entire time. I let my heart dictate my life instead of listening to my rational mind.

  Liam is more than just a playboy. He’s a manipulative bastard who’s only out for money.

  I walked into his trap so easily. I let myself believe I could be loved by him, by my dream guy—and he’s shown me so very clearly that the notion is false. He doesn’t love me, he doesn’t care about me, and he never has.

  In my bedroom, I pull the blinds and let the darkness surround me. I feel like I will never see light again.

  I crawl under the duvet and allow myself to let go of all the emotions I’ve been trying to hold in. I sob into my pillow until there are no tears left and I’ve cried myself to sleep.

  I dream of Liam as a monster disguised as a golden god. He’s after me like a dark shadow that prevents my happiness at all costs.

  I’m jolted awake by my phone buzzing from the living room. I get it and see his name flashing across the screen.

  Liam’s calling, and I don’t know why or what he could possibly have to say. Should I answer?

  “Hello?”

  “Claire, are you okay? I need you to listen to me. All of that was coming from Evan. He’s the one that’s been plotting against you this entire time. Can you understand that?” His voice is pleading and urgent.

  More lies.

  He’s telling me more lies.

  “No, Liam, what you did was terrible. It’s over. I never want to see you again,” I say angrily.

  “Baby, I need you to know that it might’ve taken me a while, but I really belie
ve in you. Your talent shines through, and you deserved to win the campaign. I mean that. And besides, I care about you. I don’t want to lose you.”

  I want to believe his words, but…

  No. I’ve vowed to myself that I will never trust Liam again. He doesn’t deserve me. I know the truth.

  “Just forget it, Liam. Evan told me everything. I know you guys have been plotting against me from the beginning.

  “I admit I may have snuck a look at your computer folder, but I never stole any ideas. What I did wasn’t malicious like what you did to me. You’ve been planning on taking me down from the beginning. I never should’ve trusted you,” I say angrily.

  “Baby, that’s not the truth. Just let me see you so that we can talk about this,” he says.

  “I’m not your baby anymore. Don’t you dare call me that. I know you’ve been faking your affection for me this entire time to try to steal my ideas and my company.

  “Well, you’ve won Liam. You’ve taken everything from me, so I hope you’re happy,” I say as I once again throw my phone across the room. I will probably need a new phone in addition to a new career. And a new love life.

  I’m enraged and crying. Contradicting emotions fly unfiltered through my system as I realize what I’ve lost.

  Yes, I’m angry. Yes, I’m devastated.

  But it’s taken losing him to realize that despite the anger and devastation, I think I’m in love with Liam.

  And instead of it being a happy revelation, it’s a heartache like I could never have imagined. I’ve lost my company and the love of my life all in the span of one day.

  I walk to the liquor cabinet and take out a bottle of vodka. I pour myself a shot and then another. I need something to numb the pain. I simply can’t face this kind of sadness.

  Then I retreat back into my darkened bedroom and cry for the rest of the night.

  Liam

  He's a snake.

  He's a bad friend.

  He's the enemy I never saw coming.

  Evan's an asshole and I can't believe I didn't see it before.