Art of Seduction

by Monique Orgeron

  “Gabriel, what’s wrong?”

  He still says nothing.

  “Gabriel, please talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, Fallon, it wasn’t you.”

  I lift my head to look at his handsome face. I see shame written all over him.

  “Then what is it?”

  “I never meant to treat you like that, Fallon. I’m sorry if I hurt you or made you feel like I was using you.”

  I reach for his face and make him look at me.

  “Gabriel, I loved what we did. I didn’t feel used. I felt needed, and I want you always to need me. I love everything you do to me. The soft and slow lovemaking, along with the hard and rough sex. Tonight, the way you took me was so raw and powerful, it made me love you even more. I felt possessed by you, but not in a bad way; it was a way that said you couldn’t control yourself with me, that you desired me more than anyone else. I want you to always need me like that. I love your controlling nature, and I never knew I could cum so hard.”

  He kisses me soft and lovingly.

  “Gabriel, please don’t ever go to anyone else. I want to be your everything. Don’t be scared to love me. I can handle anything you dish out to me. Just love me.”

  “Mmm...just love you, baby? How do you want me to love you?”

  I reach down and feel his hard-on. He wants me to instruct him...hmm, well I think I can handle that. I giggle and move to the foot of the bed. I lie back on my elbows, bend in my legs, and spread them wide.

  Looking him indirectly in the eyes, I say in a sultry voice, “Love me here, Gabriel. Love me with your mouth.”

  He stalks after me like I’m his prey and begins to devour me with his tongue, then his full mouth.

  “It feels so good.”

  He makes love to me tenderly for half the night. Once I think he’s finished, he keeps coming back for more. It’s perfect.

  In the morning, as tired as I am, I manage to get dressed and let him sleep. I want to make my husband breakfast. He should have an appetite after last night. Thank goodness Catherine gave me a chef to learn from, because before, I could barely make toast. Now I can stand here in my kitchen feeling confident I can feed my man anything he wants.

  I feel a pair of arms come around my waist and a light kiss on my neck...Gabriel.

  “I didn’t know you knew how to cook.”

  “Your mother made sure I could feed her son.”

  “I see. You know, I usually have a woman who comes in and prepares the food. I gave her time off, because I figured we wouldn’t want to be disturbed. You know, with being newlyweds and all.”

  “Thank you. I think our privacy was needed, especially last night. When does she come back?”

  “Next week.”

  “She doesn’t stay here, does she?”

  “No, I was a bachelor, so she only cooked a few nights a week. Most of the time, I ate at the casino or mother’s, but she does come every day and cleans the house.”

  I lay his plate in front of him and say, “I would like if she continued to clean the house. That’s a chore I definitely don’t want.”

  He laughs and says, “I’ll give you her number, and you can discuss how you want things done from now on.”

  “Hey, you said she’s a woman. Should I be jealous?”

  “Well, her eggs are a little fluffier, and her tits are huge, so maybe.”

  I throw my napkin at him, and he continues to laugh at me.

  “No, baby, you don’t have anything to worry about. She’s a lady who used to work for my mother when I was a child, but I do have a special place in my heart for her. When we were younger, my mother couldn’t be with us all the time, so she had three women watch over us. When we moved out on our own, she gave each woman to us to continue to watch over us. I think mostly to spy on us.”

  “You hate that, don’t you? The idea that your mother keeps close tabs on all of you.”

  “I used to, but now I think I should be grateful. Mom’s controlling, but I’m starting to learn it might just be her way to protect us.”

  “I promise, Gabriel, it is. Your mother loves you all very much. I don’t know what she would do if something happened to any of you.”

  “I know. I just have to keep remembering that. It’s like when she brought you here for me. I fought it, Fallon, so hard. But I need you to know I’ve loved you since the first night I met you at the casino. I just didn’t want to admit it. She was right about us. I need you in my life, and I think you need me, too.”

  “Gabriel, I’ve always needed you. I just didn’t know where you were. But now that I found you, I’m never letting you go.”

  Gabriel raises an eyebrow and asks jokingly, “Possessive much?”

  “Very.”

  I sit in his lap, and we kiss as he carries me to the sofa.

  38

  Gabriel

  In the next few weeks, Fallon becomes my life, my home, my everything. I go to work. I come home to her every night. I never knew marriage could be like this. My idea of marriage was fucked up, nothing like my life is now.

  The last few weeks have been uneventful at work. Since handling Theo’s problem and my employee who was stealing, things have gone smoothly, and thank God; I needed a break. My days are still long, but hopefully not for long; I have been training Liam to work my side of the business, and he is picking it up quickly. He might not have it in him to hurt people, but he does have a knack for being a boss – that is, if he quits fucking all the female employees.

  My belly growls, and I realize I skipped breakfast. Well, an early lunch won’t be so bad. I tell Liam I’m headed to one of our restaurants and for him to hold down the fort.

  Upon my arrival, I see Angelle sitting at a table to the left of me. She seems to be by herself, but that can only mean trouble, especially the way we left things between us. Fuck, I decide to see what the hell she wants.

  She lifts her head and notices me coming towards her. Smiling, she shakes her head, “I wasn’t sure if you would be here or not. I thought maybe you were with your little –”

  “Watch it, Angelle. Do you want to rehash everything in front of a crowded restaurant?”

  “No, Gabriel, I don’t.”

  She looks down at the table while her hand is swiveling her glass around. In deep thought, she looks back up to me.

  “So, are you happy? Does she satisfy you?”

  “More than you or any other woman ever did.”

  My statement pisses her off. I didn’t want to be so cruel, but she brings it out in me. She never should have asked, but since she did, I gave her the truth.

  “You know, Gabriel, you don’t have to be so cruel.”

  “Then don’t ask. Why are you here? I told you to stay away from me.”

  “I’m here to meet my father. Are you going to kick the Senator out of your casino? No, I don’t think so, Gabriel. So here I am. Since I don’t think you want to make a scene, this is where I’ll stay.”

  “I’ll have a talk with your father about bringing you around.”

  “Why, Gabriel? Why, after all we were to each other, do you treat me like this? I don’t deserve your wrath.”

  “The fuck you don’t, Angelle. You tried to seduce me before my wedding and called my wife filthy names.”

  “Well, if the shoe fits...”

  She takes a drink of her wine, then looks back down at the table.

  “What you did, Gabriel, is unforgivable. We were supposed to be the ones getting married, not you and a fucking nobody.”

  “Angelle, stop, or I will make a scene. You knew I never would have married you. Every time you brought up the idea of it, I changed the subject. Look, we had some fun, but you and I were never going to happen, with or without Fallon.”

  “You embarrassed my father and me. You shamed my whole family by marrying that slut. Miles had to leave, because he still isn’t over the idea of that bitch. So, don’t look so smug, Gabriel. No one in my family puts up with this ki
nd of shit.”

  “Get the fuck out!” I yell louder. “Get the fuck out, now!”

  My security comes over when they hear my outburst. I tell them, “Escort Ms. Rollins out of my casino, and I don’t ever want to see her here again.”

  They do as I ask. Now I’ll have to deal with my mother for it. It’s not going to go over well when I tell her I kicked the Senator's daughter out on her ass. I don’t give a fuck. That bitch better hope I never see her again.

  39

  Fallon

  It’s been two months since our wedding. I have been happier than I ever thought possible. The only problem is that my days started becoming mundane. I meet Brittany weekly for lunch and shopping, then go exercise at a studio. I usually cook breakfast for Gabriel every morning. We eat at home or at the casino, and once a week at Catherine’s. I never realized how busy my days were when I was staying at the apartment. Back then, my days were occupied with learning and doing research. I filled my days with purpose. I never in my life had time just to twiddle my thumbs, but now I find myself doing that on a regular basis.

  Except for today, things are about to change. Catherine called last night and told me it was time for me to learn about the other side of the business. I jumped with joy just to have something to do.

  Before I leave for Catherine’s, I call Gabriel to let him know I will be with his mother all day. Of course, I don’t tell him why; Catherine asked me not to. She claims this side of the business is too delicate for a man to handle.

  Upon my arrival, I’m escorted to Catherine’s office. I notice her behind her desk, and she has a bunch of files stacked high and her computer is on.

  “You’re just in time, Fallon. Come in and have a seat.”

  “Thank you.”

  As I sit, I remain silent, waiting for her instructions.

  “All right, Fallon, like we talked about before, this is a part of our business that is crucial to us. I am entrusting you will be able to handle it. Of course, though, I will stay in the loop until I feel it’s time for me to release complete control. Gabriel, Zander, and Liam are not to be involved in our business unless we see fit, meaning if we have information important for them to know. Secrecy and privacy are the most important part. However, Vin does know some of what goes on. Not everything but enough. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Yes, but I still don’t see how keeping them in the dark helps the business. I mean, if we gather information that needs to be said to them, how do we explain it? How do we explain how we obtained the information?”

  She leans back into her chair and thinks on what I asked.

  “I see the problem; my husband never interfered with me when I was conducting business. The boys never questioned how I gathered anything. But with you, I don’t know how Gabriel wouldn’t ask. I guess we’ll simply tell him you are working for me. He shouldn’t ask any more than what we give him. I still wish for all of them to be kept in the dark. Men have a bond with each other when it comes to their sexual prowess.”

  “Fine, that should work. So, where do we begin?”

  “I have to get you caught up. I have some of our latest information here in these files, but every man gets not only a file, he also gets uploaded into my system.”

  “Where would you like me to start?”

  “First, this is your new phone. It’s a burner pre-paid. The girls will call you with intel or if they need anything. We use it because if the women or our guys ever get caught, we don't want anything to lead them to us. I have loaded all their numbers on there. I also notified them that by Monday you would be on call. Now when they have a new client, they will call us with the information on what that person likes. If he or she has any preferences in or out of the bedroom, and if they have a certain routine. They will tell us whatever they learn. From there, we start a file on that person. Once the file is started, our people will keep their eyes open for any new information or things they might learn, as in their behavior. The biggest thing is if they witness or overhear anything about their business. Lastly, if we need something done or particular information, we contact them and ask for their help.

  “I also have my accountant contacting you tomorrow. He will fill you in on all our people’s investments, as well as how it’s done. He will teach you everything you need to know. This is important, Fallon; the number one rule is: never, ever have someone else conduct parts of your business you cannot understand. Learn from the accountant; that way, if you ever see any discrepancies, you can act fast. There will always be people out there who will try to screw you over, using your stupidity against you. Our friends count on us, and we count on them. We cannot afford to have one person in control of their accounts, without knowing a little about what’s going on.”

  “I didn’t think about that. I guess who holds the money has all the power.”

  “That’s why it’s important you learn what he does, and how he does it. That’s why we also have a file on him. He owns a very prestigious investment company. This is his side job, and we pay him handsomely – and we keep his secrets.”

  She throws a file my way. The name on it says, Stanley Naquin. I see he likes men, but he’s married with four children and is involved heavily in the Catholic church.

  Catherine watches me while I read, then states, “Our finance guy lives a double life. He knows some of our business, but not all. I have given all our people a separate identity, so he doesn’t know who they really are or what they do.”

  She also informs me Mr. Naquin will come in bi-weekly and teach me for as long as I need. I will also take some online classes.

  The phone rings, and Catherine answers. It’s her burner phone, and she puts it on speaker. It’s Candy; she tells us her appointment with Mr. Williams has been canceled due to his mother dying. Before hanging up, she tells me hello and asks me how married life is. I’m going to like this job.

  “Catherine, why did we need to know about Mr. Williams’ mother passing?”

  “Mr. Williams works for the shipyard and has control over all shipments. He has always been close to his mother, and with her passing, that means he will be grieving. We could use that to our advantage, but unfortunately right now this information is useless to us. We’ll still put it in the file. You never know what tomorrow could bring.”

  “Clever. I didn’t think of that. I guess no matter how small the intel is, it’s still important.”

  “Exactly, information is power. For right now, we will send our condolences and flowers.”

  She starts to teach me how to upload the files onto a hard drive, then shows me exactly how she wants them cataloged. Hours later, I am still typing away and reading it all. By twelve o’clock, Catherine has lunch brought in. I’m grateful; my stomach has been upset all morning, and maybe some food will help settle it. While we sit and eat, I ask her about two files I don’t see.

  “Catherine, I haven’t seen anything on Senator Rollins or Theodore Trahan. Have I just not gotten to them yet?”

  “No, I am going to handle those two accounts. Don’t ask about them again. You will not be given access to them ever.”

  I study her face, and she is dead serious. I wonder what the hell is up with that. We continue to eat in silence; it seems like I hit a nerve with her.

  I’m almost finished with my meal when my stomach fights back. I jump up and go straight to the trash can. My stomach revolts with violence. Catherine is holding my hair, while I can’t hold anything down.

  “Fallon, are you OK?”

  “I think so. I’m so sorry. My stomach hasn’t felt too good for a couple of days now; I think I might have caught something. Oh god, I hope I don’t get you sick.”

  “Why don’t you go lay down, dear? Hopefully, you will feel better after you’ve rested.”

  I agree to leave her, and I go to my old room and rest.

  Gabriel

  Mother calls, letting me know Fallon wasn’t feeling well and I should bring a suitcase of clothes for her, so
she and I can spend the weekend there, so she could keep an eye on her. I think it’s a perfect idea. The weekends are chaotic for the casino, and if Fallon’s sick, my mother will be a great help to watch over her. I can’t wait till Liam is ready to start handling more responsibility; then I’ll be able to spend more time with my wife. I know she gets lonely, and it hurts that I can’t be with her like she deserves.

  Zander comes into my office, fixes himself a drink, then asks, “I heard you had a run-in with Angelle earlier. Should we be worried?”

  “Yeah, she thought it was OK for her to show her face around here, like there was no problem.”

  “I didn’t realize there was a problem with her.”

  “There has always been a problem when it comes to Angelle. I can’t believe I allowed myself to entertain her ideas of us for as long as I did. She thinks I owe her something now, claiming I embarrassed her whole family by marrying Fallon.”

  Zander states, “That might be a problem if the Senator thinks that.”

  “I don’t think the Senator has the balls to fuck with us. I just need to make sure she stays the fuck away from me and my wife.”

  “That could be another problem. How do you plan to keep Angelle and Fallon separate during social functions?”

  “I have no fucking idea, but I need to figure it out. I can’t have Angelle insulting Fallon.”

  Zander chuckles and says, “I think, brother, our little Fallon can handle more than you think. If I were you, I would let your wife loose on Angelle’s ass. My money would be on Fallon.”

  “Wouldn’t that be something.”

  “It would.” Changing the subject, Zander veers off into a territory I wasn’t ready for. “Well, are you ready to talk about Father, or are you just going to continue being silent about it?”

  “I don’t know, Zander. Why didn’t you ever come to me? Not once did you ever mention the truth about Mom and Dad.”