Love, Lies and Shattered Hearts

by Carol May

  Walking over to me, he swings the chair around, places his hands on the arms, puts his forehead against mine as he mumbles, “Damn if I know but I can’t wait to find out.” With that, he stands upright taking my hands and pulling me with him. Walking me throughout the remainder of the downstairs. The entire bottom floor has an old world feel that I actually would not have expected to find. As we walk up the stairs, I can't help but marvel at the inside of what I thought was some type of old warehouse. I suppose looks can truly be deceiving. Reaching the top, we walk down a corridor with doors on each side, stopping only when we reach the end. Standing outside of double doors, Blaine turns to me flashing me his mega watt smile and says, “Finally, the most important room.

  Opening the doors, in a grand fashion, I feel as if I have traveled back in time to an English countryside estate. The dark woods of the furniture seem to be calling me to them. Walking toward the ornately carved bed, I can't help but reach out to touch the high footboard. This must be the largest bed I have ever seen. Running my hand along the wood, my eyes travel upward to the head of the bed. I can imagine Blaine propped up against the headboard, bare chested with a truly wicked grin across his face.

  Moving in behind me, I feel his arms wrap around me pulling me against him. Leaning in, he whispers, "Do you know what will happen in that bed?"

  Without speaking, I shake my head. My eyes are still taking in the enormous bed that stands before me.

  "That is where I will make you mine."

  Becoming just a little rigid, I am unsure as to how I feel about that comment. Brushing it off, I simply ask, "Really?"

  "Yes. That is for another time. Right now, I was hoping you would join me for a long steamy shower. I feel as if I need to wash the day away." Dropping his hands from me, he takes a step back as I turn to face him, I raise my hands to remove my blouse.

  Stepping out of the shower, I gladly accept the robe and towel Blaine hands me. Ourconversation is light as he wanders off into his dressing room. Smiling as I rise from wrapping my hair in a soft, plush towel my eyes quickly dart around the room. That's when I realize what's missing. "Blaine, where are my clothes? I know I laid them on the counter?"

  I hear his response through the connecting closet door, "Margret probably has them, why?"

  Freezing, I am literally at a loss for words.

  "Charli? What’s wrong?"

  Snapping out of it, I respond with, "Ah, Who is Margret?"

  I can't believe what I hear when he answers, “Margaret is my live in housekeeper. Why?”

  “What do you mean your live in housekeeper? You mean there was someone else in that bathroom when we were …” Throwing my hands in the air in a truly dramatic fashion, I begin talking to myself as I enter his bedroom. “Oh my God. someone was in the room with us. Oh my God! I am a lot of things, I admit I have fantasized about someone watching but good Lord that is just a fantasy. I am so embarrassed! What she must think.” Stopping looking for Blaine, I find him sitting in a chair with a stupid grin on his face. That just sets me off as I unleash my Midwest girl’s temper. “Oh, so you think that is funny do you? Well, let me tell you mister you can have your key back if you think I am into exhibition to that extent.” Just about this time, he burst out laughing. Giving him my best evil eye, I look over at him placing my hands on my hips asking “Do you mind sharing with me what you find so outrageously funny? At this moment, I would like a good laugh mister.”

  “You Darlin’.” Shaking his head and outstretching his hand to me he says, “Come over here and sit which will give you an opportunity to calm down. At this minute, you are stressing out over something inconsequential. Don’t give me that look. Listen to me.”

  Walking toward him, my mind is still freaking out over the whole Margret thing. Taking a very deep breath, I look at him as I sit down asking, “inconsequential ? How could you say that?” I pick up the small pillow beside me and throw it at him hitting him squarely on that well defined chest.

  With a tilt of his head, accompanied by an eyebrow lift, he replies, “Let me describe what I just witnessed.”

  “Ok, let me hear it.” I say as I lay my head on the back of the chair. “I am not sure I actually want to know but go ahead.”

  “I just witnessed a very attractive woman lost in one of my robes, go into a frenzy, for lack of a better word. This is the same woman that I just made long, passionate love to in my shower. By the way, I will never stand in that shower without thinking about it. Damn, woman, I’m getting hard again just at the mention of it.”

  With a bit of satisfaction, I grin knowing that he enjoyed what we just shared as much as I did.

  Continuing on he says, “I suppose, I should put you out of your misery. The part of the vanity counter we laid our clothes on is actually a laundry shoot. I can assure you Margaret was never in the bathroom. While I do find it interesting that you fantasize about voyeurism, we were completely alone the entire time. Actually, I have no idea if she is even in the house.”

  Looking at him, I say “Really? You let me go bat crazy over nothing! I am almost at a loss for words.” Seeing that amazingly handsome face with a mischievous look that I have no doubt was perfected during his youth I can’t help but smile as I continue, “Don’t give me that look Blaine Carlton.”

  “You will have to forgive me but once I realized what you thought, I just had to see where it was going. Speaking of going, what do you say to us going out on my boat for awhile? I haven’t been out on the Lazy Days for quite some time.”

  Sitting across from him, I just stare. “I absolutely never have any idea as to what you are going to suggest. At this very moment, I am still trying to process the trick you played on me. Actually, I think I would really like to get dressed and go home but I don’t have any clothes, do I?” Standing, I look over at him only to find a stone face as I ask, “Where is the closet? I have no doubt that I can find something in there.”

  Without saying a word, Blaine stands, walks across the room and pushes on a panel of the wall. The door opens to a closet that makes the one at 303 look small. Walking into it alone, I eye the perfect thing. Reaching the rows of dress shirts, I reach up and remove a blue pinstripe. Untying the robe, I toss it to the side. Not having any underwear, all I can do is pray this will be long enough but he is so tall that I am worrying about nothing, I am sure. Rolling the sleeves up, I button the shirt. Scanning the room, I find his belts, cinching one around my waist, I walk to the mirror. Since, I have no bra either I decide to go full on with the wanton slut image. I leave a couple of buttons undone. It will have to do. Fluffing up my hair, I exit the closet.

  Slipping through a door I find that leads to the bathroom, at least my heels are where they should be. Slipping them on, I return to the bedroom, where I find Blaine lounging in the chair from earlier with a half glass of some type of amber liquid at his lips. Almost choking on his drink, when I enter he says, “Damn, darlin. The only place you are going in that is somewhere with me. There is absolutely no way you will go anywhere with anyone but me. While, I trust my men, I am not exposing them to the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I’ll be damn, if I am putting you in a cab looking like that.”

  “Excuse me? Did I just hear you tell me I can’t leave? Was that a mini rant of your own, Mr. Carlton?” Just about the time this escapes my lips, my inner Midwest girl kicks in. As I continue walking toward Blaine with our eyes locked, I return to the chair I was sitting in earlier. “You have some nerve to tell me that. If you think this is sexy, maybe I’ll just unbutton this shirt one more button just before I sit down in the back seat.” Following my words with motions, I unbutton the shirt another button. “Then, since you made sure I have no panties on, perhaps I’ll just spread my legs just a little” which I model for him. Finding all amounts of courage, I continue with my threat description, “Then I might, close my eyes as I lean my head back and rub my breasts definitely playing with my nipples.” My body is betraying my mind. Soon, I am breathing rapidly
as I continue this little show. Sliding my hands down my body, I say, “Then I might just let the driver watch me as I make myself even more aroused as my index finger disappears inside me. I have no doubt that his arousal will match mine.” My eyes remain closed but before I realize it, I have gone too far. I am in such a heightened state that the only way this can possibly end is with self stimulation to the point of orgasm.

  Just as I feel the rising heat spreading through my body, I hear Blaine as he moans, “Holy Hell!” Taking me by the hand, he pulls me astride him as I feel his erection filling me to my inner core giving us the true release we both need.

  With a grin that could only be described as pure roguish, he says, “Darlin’ if you plan on doing that with anyone else because you do not have any clothes here you are mistaken. Let me make myself clear, you will never leave this house with one of my shirts on unless I am the man you are leaving with. Hell, woman, I’ll buy you a whole damn house full of clothes to prevent anyone else having that experience.”

  Smiling, as I get up heading to the bathroom, I casually ask, "so it was good for you?" Before I reach the door, I become airborne. All in one swoop, not only am I off the floor, I am over his shoulder with a swat on the butt. Not being able to contain myself, I utter, “cave man” which gets me a swat on the behind followed by Blaine playing along saying, “ugg, my little woman.” Looking around attempting to see where we are going, I realize we are headed into the hall. Forget cleaning myself up. Taking several steps, we pause long enough in front of a door for him to open it Stepping inside, finally Blaine slowly places me upright, with a semi-wicked grin on his face, he says, “Let’s see if we can’t find you something more suitable to wear from this closet.” Taking my hand, he guides me into another walk in closet nowhere as large as his but it is filled completely with women’s clothing.

  Stumbling just a bit as we walk around, I jerk my hand back saying, “I can’t believe you allowed me to go through that whole episode just now if all of these beautiful pieces of clothing were in here.” Smacking his arm lightly, I continue, “Why did you let me make such a fool out of myself?" Standing only a couple of inches away from me, he smiles that stupid smile of his as I continue, "Just for the record, one part of me is pissed off and the other part of me has already forgiven you.”

  “Charli, I intended to bring you into this room but you reacted so quickly then demanded to know where my closet was, I wanted to see where you were headed with being in my closet.” Pulling me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist, I tilt my head back to meet his eyes, pausing just a moment, he continues. “I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed the show and the aftermath." Bending down to nibble on my neck, I hear between nibbles, “Darlin’ I know you did also that is one fact that you can’t deny.”

  Backing away from him, all I can think is my goodness doesn’t the man ever get enough? Walking over to some leggings I have spotted, I pause before picking them up. “Go ahead and select anything you want, by the looks of the amount of items in here, Natalie will never miss it. If she does, I will replace it. I am going to leave you to find something. I am going to go change myself. If you are up to it and have forgiven me, my earlier offer stands. I would like for you to join me on Lazy Days for a few hours. She is a small boat that I can handle myself without having a crew.” Looking around the closet, he continues, “You and Nat are about the same size so I would think you will have no difficulty finding suitable items.” Turning toward the door, he pauses, looks back saying, “If you do not want to go that is fine with me, I understand. Go ahead and select whatever you want. If your desire is to return to 303 then, I will call one of my men to take you and I can guarantee you will be fully clothed. The choice is completely yours. I will be leaving in about twenty minutes for the dock.”

  The same question is playing in the back of my mind the entire time I am walking through this closet. Who is this Natalie? Why does she have a closet full of clothes here? He specifically stated he had never brought another woman here. Was that a lie? Shaking my head, I tell myself I am not about to go down another married man road, but do I have any right to question him about who she is? Why would he have gone to the extent of that production downstairs if he knew there was a chance I would find these clothes? Maybe that is actually why he brought me into this room. I couldn’t say that I didn’t know about them. If I know about them then he has his tracks covered. I definitely know he sees other women as my mind flashes back to the supermodel Clea. Of course, I could be seeing other men as well. I just don’t think I am prepared to juggle multiple men in my life right now. Here are my options, select the clothes and get over whomever Natalie is or select clothes to wear home and only see him on a professional level. Just about the time, I stop in front of a pair of capri leggings dangling from a padded hanger I decide that I owe both of us an opportunity to see where this attraction is taking us.

  Rejoining Blaine in his bedroom, I find him just finishing up. He looks very nautical inalight blue horizontal striped V-neck tee with navy shorts and boat shoes. I have absolutely no doubt he selected his clothes to enhance the blue of those gorgeous eyes of his. Probably a ploy to help me make my decision if I will join him or not. Little does he know my decision is already made.

  Smiling as I enter 303, I am glad I chose to go out on the boat. It was fun. Blaine definitely can handle it. Shaking my head, I remember he said she (The Lazy Days) was a small boat. I should have known my definition of a small boat would not be the same as his. When we arrived at the marina I thought for sure I would be able to identify it. They all looked basically the same to me, big. Taking me by the hand Blaine led me to one that had z shaped windows. The charcoal metallic hull of the boat gleamed in the sunlight. As we cruised away from the dock, I felt a sense of adventure building. Once we were out on the ocean, Blaine pushed the sixty-two foot recreational yacht to top speeds which allowed me to feel it’s power. Seems to make sense, powerful men like powerful toys. I can say one thing for sure, Blaine Carlton exudes power. It wasn’t very long until I was lost in the experience with my hair blowing back as the wind whipped around me. Thank goodness for the stateroom below deck. I managed to detangle my hair and freshen up when I realized we were docking in Key West. We dined in an upstairs lobster house that boasted the reputation as being the best in southern Florida. Enjoying the best seafood I have ever had, I couldn’t help but think about how perfect the day was ending even though I was wearing another woman’s clothes. Blaine and I walked around Key West enjoying the local flavor. We bought drinks from street side vendors and enjoyed the sunset celebration at Mallory’s Square.

  Moving toward the bathroom, I am lost in the memory of the day. Right now, a long hot shower and that soft bed sounds really good. Drying off, I walk into the bedroom where my eyes find Natalie's clothes laying in a pile. I am not exactly sure what to do with them. Blaine said they belonged to an older cousin's daughter. I am not certain I entirely believe that but we will see. With a shrug of my shoulders, I admit I simply can't go around not trusting people because of what happened with Houston. I do know that my defenses are up because of it. Never again will I blindly trust people, especially men. My track record where men are concerned isn't the best that's for sure.

  Sitting out on the balcony, I can enjoy the light jazz playing softly in the background. A couple of the flameless candles are on which assists with the calming effect. It is well after midnight, I am sure Blaine is on his way to Atlanta. Which I suppose is a perk of flying. Actually it is more of owning a company that owns a plane. Lying with my head back against the pillow, I am happy that at this particular moment there is no drama in my life. Sighing, deep down I know actually, that isn't true. At some point in time, I will have to deal with the Lana and Houston issue but tonight is not the time. I love it outside lying back just enjoying the dark ocean as the moon reflects off of it but admittedly it has taken me some time to be able to return to coming out here. Houston and I shared many nights here before
we would head upstairs.

  Walking into The Java House this morning, I am pleasantly surprised to find there is not much of a line. Waiting for my turn, I use this opportunity to catch up on some personal emails. As I step up, I am greeted by Rose who actually hands me a cup without ordering. My friend knows me so well. Looking behind me only to find two people, I ask, “Hey, can you take a few minutes? I thought we might sit down and chat for a second.”

  With a huge grin on her face, she responds, “give me a few minutes and I’d be happy to join you.”

  Making my way to the little table Blaine and I occupied a few weeks ago, I smile to myself. Sitting here, my mind wanders to him along with the happiness he has brought to my life when I was at a very low point. I’ve just begun a happy little review of these past couple of weeks when I hear someone clearing their throat.

  “Earth to Charli. Come in Charli.”

  “Hey, I didn’t see you sit down. Sorry about that.”

  “You might not have seen me but I sure saw the expression on your face. I do believe you were lost in some type of pleasant thoughts, really pleasant thoughts would be my best guess. Do you want to give up any details?”

  Giving me her best inquiring minds want to know look, I can tell Rose is eager for any and all information. Trying to keep a very straight face, I reply, “I have no idea what you are talking about. I was just sitting here thinking about one of our clients.”

  “Client, huh?”