Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  I take off my shirt and bend over the bed. I spread her legs wide so that I can have full access to her at my leisure.

  I slowly trace my tongue over lips of her trembling pussy. She quivers, to my delight. I gently flick and lick her clit in tantalizing circles. And then I torment her with the intimacy of my tongue plunging deep inside of her. I go down on her for a long time, fingering her and sucking away all her juices.

  Going down on a woman gives me the utmost form of pleasure, but of course it's even more heightened with Allie—everything is.

  She's sighing and whining, yielding to my slightest touch. She wants me so bad. Everything about the way her body is quivering tells me so. She loves to be subjected to my ultimate authority. She loves to have me dominate her.

  "Tell me, baby, how much you want this," I say.

  She says nothing and I growl the words once again.

  "Tell me."

  "Yes, please," she says, clutching the sheets. "I want you, Xavier. You know I do."

  Her admittance gives me the greatest of pleasure. Here she is blindfolded, her nipples clamped, me between her legs, and she's begging for it. It's exactly what I want to hear.

  But my possessive nature wants to make sure that she only ever says these words to me. She's mine now. And she needs to understand that.

  I take off my pants and get ready to sink my cock deep inside her. Only she doesn't know it because she doesn't see it. I need to hear how bad she wants it one more time before I give her the full pleasure of having me enter her.

  "I want to know more, Allie. Tell me more," I say.

  She acquiesces easily as her body is aching for it and her mind wants to be sent to paradise, a place that only I can make her go.

  "Yes, Xavier. You're the one. You're all I've ever wanted. Please, please make me come," she begs.

  Perfect.

  I'm not bragging, but I have this effect on women. It's easy to make them tell me what I want to hear. But with Allie, I need to know that she means it. I'm starting to develop real feelings for her and I want to know that I'm not out here on a limb, alone. I want to know that her feelings mirror my own.

  I spread her wide and slowly push my cock inside of her, inch by slow inch. It drives her wild when I go slow and I love it. The more I can draw out her pleasure, the better it will be.

  And the warmth of her wetness causes sensations to arise within me that are like volcanic sparks. The pressure's building up but I learned a long time ago how to ride it out.

  I slide into her and she cries out my name. It's everything I want to hear. The more she tells me that I'm the one she wants the more I feel that what she says is real.

  Our connection is true.

  Now I just have to figure out how to fix the mess I’ve made and make it last.

  Xavier

  I've decided to do whatever I can to right my actions. It might be too late but I'm not gonna go down without a fight.

  Now that I know the truth, I feel horrible about what I did to Allie. I should've known that she was a good person. I should've known that Becky was out to harm us.

  But I guess hindsight is everything. It does no good to kick myself over what I did now but at the same time, I regret having doubted Allie and her love for me.

  I should've listened to my intuition about what I felt. She's always been a good person and that's why I loved her. Then and now.

  I spent all these years with bitter regret just etched in my mind, thinking of ways to destroy her. Now I see all my efforts were for nothing. My malice was directed towards the wrong person.

  And now it might be too late to save Allie's career. What's worse is the fact that it's all my fault and if she ever finds out, I might lose her again, forever this time.

  Even though I spent so many years being a playboy and a womanizer, I guess it's always been Allie in my heart. My hatred was misdirected lust and love for her.

  I hated her because I couldn't have her. I hated her because I loved her so much. And I still do.

  Now the prospect of losing Allie is too much to bear. I have to fix this because if she ever finds out and I have nothing to show for it then it might really be the end. I have a sick feeling in my stomach at the notion of her leaving me.

  So, I'm here at the Hard Pressed offices early to begin my work on fixing her reputation. I start by taking down the video. That in itself will do much good but it won't fix everything because so many people have seen it already.

  Then I call in my public relations team to help me form a strategy. We're sitting around the conference table in my office.

  "So, you see this was all a mistake," I say to the team. "We want to take back our stance on this video and remove it from everyone's minds."

  "Well, that's gonna be hard to do," the team lead, Diana, says. "Virtually everybody's seen it, and even though you took the video down, it's been copied and recopied and it's been spread around the web and on social media. It's hard to stop this kind of a tornado once it starts."

  "Well, isn't that what I hired you for?" I say to her rather angrily.

  I don't want to hear excuses. I want to hear what can be done. I'm paying them enough for fuck's sake.

  "I think that you should hold a press conference today and announce Hard Pressed's official position on the video," a guy named Jake says.

  "A press conference? That's actually not a bad idea. I think we can arrange it for this afternoon," I say.

  "That's a fabulous idea, Jake," Diana says. "What we have to do is really highlight how Hard Pressed is taking a different stance because the video was created out of spite by somebody unknown."

  They don't know the full story. I told them that somebody framed Allie and pitched the video as being true.

  "Okay, then it's been arranged. Tell me when the press conference starts and I'll be there"

  The team leaves and I take the opportunity to call Allie and give her the good news.

  "Allie, I'm really sorry that Hard Pressed published that video. I've taken it down and we're working to reorganize our stance on things. I think someone made it out of spite but we're gonna get this corrected," I say to her.

  It's all lies, but at this point, I can't afford for her to find out. I'll lose her forever. How I'm gonna navigate through these treacherous waters of avoiding the truth, I don't know. But for now, I just have to keep my head above water.

  "Oh my God, thank you, Xavier," she says so excitedly that it kind of breaks my heart. "That's a really great first step towards fixing this. If your company publicly comes out and renounces the video, then I might so have a shot at getting my life back."

  "That's the idea, baby. That's the idea."

  "So, when can I see you next?" she says.

  My heart is torn into a million pieces. I don't know whether I should tell her the truth because the guilt is eating away at me or if I can continue as things are, pretending to be her knight in shining armor.

  "First let me get to the press conference and then I'll get back to you and let you know where we stand, okay?"

  "Okay, sounds great. I'll be watching you during your press conference. Thanks, Xavier, thanks again for doing this for me. I don't know where I'd be without you."

  I can tell you where she'd be. She'd be a lot better off. If she never met me, her life would be going great right now. I feel terrible and the shame of my actions are eating me alive.

  "No, Allie," I say to her in all honesty. "I'm not that good of a guy. You shouldn't rely on me too much."

  "But Xavier, you've been the only one that's been there for me throughout this whole thing. I mean my friends have been great, but you're the only one that's taken a vested interest in trying to help me fix this."

  "I feel responsible, baby," I say. Little does she know how very much I am responsible. "It's my company that published the stupid video. I just want all of this to go away for you."

  "Me too," she says. "I'm never gonna forget this kindness."

  Man, th
is girl is making me feel so much worse with every passing second. The more praise she lays on me, the worse I feel. I wish I could be the man that she thinks I am.

  Unfortunately, I might've screwed that up forever. What the fuck was I thinking? I was already feeling bad about my actions when I thought she was in the wrong, but now that I know she was in the right, my disgrace is staggering.

  I feel like I'm a dishonorable man and that Allie deserves so much better. At the same time, my possessive nature will never let me allow her to go. That's why it's so essential this press conference goes right.

  "Okay, baby, it's time for me to go. I'll talk to you soon," I say.

  Diana scoots me to the lobby downstairs. Everything’s laid out perfectly. The podium's there along with everything I need to make a statement. There's all kinds of press and media there, the usual scene.

  I adjust my tie and walk confidently to the podium. I've never had to deliver a pack of lies like this to the entire media, but I will do anything to save my relationship with Allie.

  I open by saying, "We at Hard Pressed have a vested interest in maintaining the highest level of standards and integrity. It has been brought to my attention that this vile video about STDs was made in the wrong. The model featured, Allie Baldwin, does not have an STD.

  “And while we want to spread public health knowledge about diseases like that, to increase awareness of prevention, we would never want to misrepresent by portraying an innocent person as being affected. We’re taking down the video and reversing our stance on everything to do with it. Thank you."

  The cameras are flashing like crazy and it's blinding. Reporters are screaming questions at me wanting to know more and why.

  Diana takes over and fills them in on the rest of the details. I can't take a single more question. I feel so fucking deflated.

  I take the back door and walk out onto the street. I need the air something to calm me down.

  I walk past a group of guys and they're talking about the video, they're talking about Allie, saying that the whole conference was one big lie.

  All I see is rage. I grab one of the guys and I just start punching him in the face.

  I've come unleashed.

  I leave him bleeding on the sidewalk and then I stalk away. I have to control this and yet I'm so out of control. I'm in love with Allie. I realize that now. So anyone who says a negative thing about her is my enemy.

  Trying to contain this has become my obsession. Allie is my obsession. And yet the guilt and shame of having started all this is making feel crazy.

  Should I tell her, or can I continue to hold my cards close? She will find out who I am at some point. That much is certain. What then?

  Allie

  Lindsay has come over and she's determined to drag me out of the house. There's nothing I want more than to stay in my bathrobe with a cup of tea and to try to forget the world.

  It's looking like because of my bad reputation and subsequent lack of work, that there is limited time left for me in NYC. I can't afford to be here anymore. I'm going to have to go home to my parents and admit to them that I was wrong about making it big as a model.

  I've resigned myself to my fate and to the fact that this means things with Xavier are probably over. I'm starting to really fall for him so it feels awful to think about having to leave. But what’s my other option?

  The thing is, even being at home is gonna be rough. Especially without Xavier.

  "Come on, Allie, just put on some clothes and let's get out of here. I've had enough of you moping around. You have to enter life again at some point."

  "You understand that it's a torture for me to even leave this apartment, right?"

  "Yeah, of course, I know. But the thing is you're never gonna get stronger if you keep hiding from what happened. Besides, with the press conference Xavier just did, it's all gonna be swept under the rug by tomorrow."

  I reluctantly pull on a pair of jeans and say, "Yeah, that was pretty cool of him to do that for me."

  She's picking out a top for me to wear. Lindsay feels totally at home going through all my clothes and everything in my apartment. She's the closest thing I've ever had to a sister.

  "Well, he needed to do that for you. If he's so into you then it's the least he could do. It was his office that put the video out to begin with."

  She's right, and a part of me does wonder why Xavier took so long to jump to action. Maybe he doesn't have the authority to take the video down. I don't know what the story is there, but it just reaffirms the nagging feeling that something is off with him.

  I twist my hair up into a messy bun and pull on a jacket. I'm finally ready to go.

  We hit the streets of NYC and I'm tempted to just go shopping and blow the rest of my money. I could use some retail therapy. And I'm seeing all the cute new fall items out in the store windows.

  "You know I'm probably gonna have to leave right, Lindsay?" I say sadly.

  "No, babe, we're not gonna let that happen. I'm sure that after today things are gonna start to turn around."

  She seems optimistic but also like she really believes what she's saying. Maybe it can happen? Maybe my life could be fixed? But I doubt it.

  "The thing is, I think I'm still tied to this contract with my agent, Harry. I don't see how I can get out of that. I haven't even talked to him since the video came out. I'm not sure what his motives were for putting me in it."

  "Allie, if I had all the money in the world, I would hire you the best lawyer and free you from that contract. Then you can re-enroll with a proper modeling agency. That's what you really need."

  "You're a great friend, Lindsay, truly. And if I have to go, I'm really gonna miss you."

  "Stop, Allie! You have to think positively in order for things to work out."

  We head into a little diner, the same one we always frequent together. I order the usual eggs, sausage, and coffee. And she orders her usual French toast.

  "I really love coming here with you, Lindsay. Something about the atmosphere makes me feel like I'm at home."

  She digs into her lunch.

  "Yeah, well, we've been coming here for almost five years. And it’s still gonna be that way. I promise you, Allie, this mess will get sorted. I don't know how, but I'm sure it will. You're not gonna be a meme forever."

  Easy for her to say.

  I certainly hope she's right. At that moment I see the TV in the upper corner switch to the news and guess who's face flashes across it? Xavier's.

  There he is at his press conference defending me. He makes a statement and is bold and it's powerful and I hope it does the trick.

  "Oh my God, Allie, do you see that? His press conference," she says. "He's defending you."

  I silently wonder how he has the authority to make a statement on behalf of the entire company. I mean, I know he's one of the big executives but I'm not sure how high up he goes. By the look of his penthouse, he must be very well employed.

  I'm just grateful to see his face up on TV and I'm grateful to hear the words he says about the dangers of believing everything you see on the Internet. Hopefully now when anybody Googles me, this scene will also come up. My slate will be wiped clean. I can only hope.

  I eat quickly and tell Lindsay, "I think I should go down to the office. I need to thank Xavier in person for what he did."

  I finish my coffee and she finishes up too, and then we walk together outside into the bustling street.

  "See you later." I hug her goodbye and then I walk towards Hard Pressed .

  Once I get there, I ask the secretary to lead me to Xavier's office. She tells me it's at the very top floor, the penthouse.

  Huh, that's weird.

  His office is in the penthouse? How could that be? Where is the owner's office?

  Things are not making sense but I really want to see him. I go to the elevator and press the button for the penthouse. It takes forever to get to the top floor but once I'm there the door opens directly to his office.
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br />   No one is in there, not even his executive assistant. I look around at all the fine modern finishes and wonder how he can afford all this.

  This place is extremely luxurious. I look out at the city through the floor to ceiling windows and I admire the midday view. He's got it all going on up here. I decide that I'm just gonna wait for him. Hopefully, he'll be back soon.

  I walk over to his desk, intending to take a seat at one of the leather chairs. But first I want to take a moment to peruse his special objects. He's got a number of expensive pieces of art hanging, including one by Pablo Picasso.

  I run my finger over various picture frames showing him in Africa and on several other exotic trips. I see a photo of his mom and think that she looks familiar, like someone I knew way back when.

  And then something strange catches my eye that's sitting on his desk. I hate to snoop, but the papers I see have the name of my modeling agency across them.

  What is this? I peruse the paperwork and realize it's about the purchase and absorption of the modeling agency I work for. This looks like he was the one who bought my agency. He never mentioned that to me.

  I flip through the papers and see a signature scratched at the bottom of the final one. It says, Stanley Xavier Armstrong.

  What. The. Fuck?

  Suddenly, all the pieces fall together in my mind. It all makes sense and the room starts to spin. Xavier is Stanley from my past. I repeat the words in my mind over and over.

  Xavier is Stanley.

  Why wouldn't he tell me? Why was he posing as somebody different? I just can’t wrap my head around it.

  The fact that he bought my modeling agency and didn't tell me, well, that screams deception. And then I start to think about the fact that I'm standing in his penthouse office. I remember hearing about Stanley doing really well with a media company. This must be it. He must be the owner of this company.

  That means he was behind the video. If he owns my modeling agency and Hard Pressed , then that means he was the one that put the video of me out there.

  I think about the story I told him the other day. He asked me what I regretted most and I told him the story of Stanley, the boy that broke my heart.