Pursuing Yvette

by Nicole Casey

  Maybe Hannah was right, but I wasn’t going to let that dampen my mood, “Who the fuck cares? I’m not hoping Daxter will change overnight and become my Prince Charming anyway. I’m just going to go out, let him grieve and see if we can have a good time.”

  Hannah smiled at that, “You’re cute.”

  I laughed and shook my head.

  I just focused on enjoying our snack and soon enough we were back to strolling down the mall looking at clothes. In the end, I did buy a brand new black dress. It was a mini-dress with a low back, big space for my cleavage and a slit on one side. It was probably too sexy for most girls but for me it was just another cute piece for me to wear out of work.

  When we were done, Hannah went off for work at the club and I headed home.

  A few hours later, I found myself just resting on my bed – a mattress on the floor since I didn’t have a bed frame – when I saw Daxter was online. I had nothing else to do and no one else to talk to and was simply waiting for the pizza I ordered for dinner.

  “Hey,” I started typing a message for him. “I’m okay with meeting up. When and where do you want to hang out? I got work this Friday night but I’m clear for Saturday.”

  It didn’t take him long to reply. “Saturday’s cool with me. Where do you live? I’ll just drive by and pick you up.”

  I suddenly felt my heartbeat sink and I panicked as I tried to think of a way for him to ditch that idea. I didn’t want him to see where I lived. My apartment was a piece of junk. It was one step away from being in the projects. All of my neighbors were drug addicts, thugs, strippers and whores. It wasn’t the place for some rich pretty boy like Daxter.

  “Oh, uh how about we just meet up at the Old Velvet Café? You know, the one near the mall, close to the main central train station?”

  Daxter was busy typing but the door suddenly knocked. I left my phone on the bed, hurriedly put on a shirt big enough to hide the fact I only had my panties on and no bra, and then opened the door.

  There stood a thin, lanky young boy holding a box of pizza. He looked at me like he caught me fingering my pussy or something. He just had this dumbfounded expression and I swore he was drooling at me.

  “Uh, for a Noelle Stanley?” the kid asked as he checked the receipt for the pizza.

  “That’s me. Thanks cutie,” I confirmed and took the pizza. I already paid in advance but handed the kid a two-dollar tip. I then gave him a wink before shutting the door.

  When I got back to my room and down to the bed, I saw Daxter had already sent several replies. Most of them were just nonsense “thank you” chat messages but the important thing was he agreed to just meet me at the café.

  Satisfied, I opened my box and had dinner.

  4

  Daxter

  I looked at my car one more time. I parked right in front of the Old Velvet Café and I had been standing there for a good fifteen minutes but I just couldn’t wipe off the feeling that this might be one of the last dates I ever go to using this car. If I didn’t convince my parents I was the right guy to inherit their wealth, I might have to let go of this beautiful thing just to pay my bills.

  Of course, I didn’t need Noelle to know about that. I was pretty sure she already got a good idea judging from all the media coverage we got lately. It was hard just to go to a gas station or the mall without someone bugging me. They were always asking about my parents’ decision to wager the inheritance between me and the Vice President, Donald Graham.

  “Well, I can’t stand around forever,” I whispered when I saw Noelle get off a bus, cross the street and walk towards the café. I almost felt my legs quiver when I saw just how damn gorgeous she was.

  Noelle was always a beautiful girl, but in the five years since we last met, she grew a little taller. She was probably a good five-foot-six, only an inch shorter than I was. Her long hair reached down to her hips and she had a bombshell of a body.

  She didn’t notice me in the nearby parking lot so I took the time to check myself in the mirror one last time before heading in too.

  I could only hope she’d like what I wore. I decided to go with something simple; just a pair of skinny jeans, a gray shirt and a leather jacket. I went for an old-school 1980s look. To be honest though, I didn’t know why I was trying to impress Noelle. Perhaps it was just the fact we hadn’t been together for a while.

  When I walked in, I saw her seated by the far corner and she was blankly staring out the window. I took the time to order two cups of coffee and some donuts before heading to our table.

  “Hey,” I greeted when I finally came over. I slid the tray on the table and handed her a cup of coffee and then a small plate with a donut. “It’s so nice to see you. You look freaking amazing.”

  She smiled at me and took a sip of coffee. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself. Have you been working out?”

  I grinned and looked at my own biceps as I said, “Yep. Well, I used to but you know, ever since my brother died it’s been hectic lately. I’ve been busy trying to reassess what the fuck I have to do to convince my mom and dad to give the family business to me.”

  Noelle took note of that and pointed a finger at me, “You need to explain that to me. First off though, I truly am sorry about your brother. He seemed really nice. I never got to meet him back in high school but he was always like a star. How’s your sister taking all this? She was really sweet to me last time I saw her. That was, oh, five or six years ago.”

  It was really sweet how she still remembered my sister. “Oh, Sonya? My sister’s been busy with the funeral arrangements and she’s got a book-signing tour coming this year.”

  “Wow,” Noelle commented. She started telling me about a time she and Sonya spent shopping together but all I could focus on were her luscious lips. Noelle was wearing some kind of pink lip gloss and it just made her mouth look so delicious. I couldn’t help but glance at her body too. She was wearing an off-shoulder blouse and the sight of her neck and shoulders was starting to get me a little horny.

  “So what do you think?” she suddenly asked me, popping me back into reality.

  I looked at her with a look of surprise. I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t hear what the heck she was talking about. “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah.”

  “Really?” she scrunched up her face. “You think I’d do good as a porn star?”

  Wait a minute, what? I thought we were talking about her and my sister, how did we get to talking about Noelle doing pornography?

  “W-well, you’re definitely hot and I bet a lot of guys fantasize about you,” I blurted out, hoping to catch up with the conversation somehow. “I mean, I know I would, seeing how damn gorgeous you are.”

  She looked at me with raised eyebrows. “I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or just you being a pervert.”

  I laughed and pinched her cheeks, “You’re beautiful, trust me. However, I don’t think you need to get into porn for money. Why do you need that kind of money anyway? What’s your job right now?”

  “I’m a stripper,” she said with a sigh. I could see her blushing and I could tell she was a little ashamed of her current situation.

  That was a little intriguing though. “Wait, you’re a stripper? Like a dancing-naked-on-tables stripper? Don’t you earn a lot from that?”

  “Not really,” she admitted. “You’d think guys would pay a lot to see me show off my body but the reality is, a good percentage goes to the bar. I’m buried in debts and I don’t know what to do. I’ve seen ads for porn stars and to be honest I’m on the verge of walking into one of those.”

  For a moment, I felt really bad, but then she cut my train of thought and suddenly asked, “I thought you were getting married? What was your girl’s name? Janine? Jenna? The one from our school.”

  “Jenna,” I answered and gave her a sad look. “We broke up a few weeks ago. It’s my fault, to be honest. I was screwing around with some other girls at Mercury Wild and she caught on.”

  Noelle look
ed at me with a frown, “Well, that is your fault. I just don’t see you sticking to one girl, much less getting married to one.”

  Hearing those words made a light bulb flash in my head, “I have a crazy idea. It’ll help me convince my parents I deserve the inheritance and it’ll help you with all your financial problems. You have to hear me out on this.”

  “Wait a minute,” she cut in. “Why aren’t your parents being more considerate with you? They just lost their eldest son, their daughter rejected their money and now they want to pry it away from the last son they have left?”

  I rolled my eyes and nodded, “My dad’s really old fashioned. He doesn’t want to give the money away if he thinks I’ll just waste it all on fast cars, girls and alcohol.”

  “So how’s your genius idea going to help us both simultaneously?”

  I rubbed my hands together and just blurted it out, “Okay, before I say it, let me explain a little bit on how this will work. What I’m planning will impress my parents and it is guaranteed to get you out of the financial hole you’re in now. I swear this is going to work out.”

  “What is it then?” she asked.

  I winked and answered, “Let’s get married.”

  5

  Noelle

  Was he joking? He had to be joking. I nearly choked on my donut when I heard him say we should get married. We just met again like five minutes ago and he was already proposing? How in the world did he get laid with so many girls if his pickup lines were this freaking stupid?

  Granted, any girl would love to be in my shoes right now. I mean, come on, this is Daxter! He’s the hottest guy on the planet! If my mind wasn’t so preoccupied with his proposal I’d be thinking of how he could lay me down on hot sand and lick my skin from my belly to my lips… but no, I was too busy wondering if he had completely lost all common sense.

  I took another look at him. He was indeed a hot looking man. Daxter always had chestnut hair but he let it grow long and neatly brushed it back, letting it flow with elegance and style. It paired neatly with the bright blue ocean of his eyes. However, while his style was soft and endearing his body was built like a machine; lean for efficiency but ripped with muscles. I could only guess at how often he must have spent working out at the gym.

  “Hold on a minute, you were being serious?” I just had to ask to make sure.

  Daxter nodded and his hands started waving around as he tried to explain, “Look, it’s not going to be real. I mean, in their eyes and the public’s eye it’ll be real. We’ll do the whole wedding thing and all the papers. However, that doesn’t mean you have to love me or treat me as your husband. We could never speak to each other and it’ll be fine.”

  “So kind of like a fake marriage but it’s not?” I asked him. “It’s all for show? I still don’t see how this benefits either of us.”

  He took a donut, dipped it in coffee, took a bite and then drank a bit before he continued on. “Well, one of the reasons why my family doesn’t trust me is because they think I’ll spend all the money on girls. That would have been true before. If I marry you then they’ll see I’m trying to be serious for once.”

  “I get it,” I finally saw what he was getting at. “Once they see you’re being a bit serious about your personal life they’ll start to trust you with their business too. What’s in it for me?”

  This is where Daxter really dropped the bomb on me. “If you marry me, I get to keep my family’s wealth. That means you have unlimited access to all that money too.”

  Woah.

  For a moment I had to breathe in everything he was telling me. It was like I suddenly got run over by a bus, except I somehow survived and won the lottery too. There was a lot to soak in with his offer but there was also one little monkey wrench in there: getting married.

  “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” I asked him. I learned in the strip club that a girl should never offer her goods without a down payment. He may not be asking for me to strip and fuck him but he was asking to use me, and in my book that was just about the same thing.

  “Here,” he said as he flipped out his wallet. He wrote a check signed for three thousand dollars. “Take this. Use it for whatever bills you still have. If it’s not enough then come back to me but I’ll only give more if you agree to my plan. It’s a fake wedding anyway, what do you have to lose?”

  I chuckled, almost to a sarcastic point, and told him, “A whole lot. Just think what people would say about me if we suddenly hooked up and got married on a whim. They’d call me a gold digger.”

  “Well, it wouldn’t be too far from the truth,” he told me and I smacked him on the head with my spoon.

  “Shut up,” I joked but at the same time, I was trying to be a little more serious. “Look, I appreciate the offer and the money but you can’t possibly be serious, right?”

  Daxter looked at me with such big sad, puppy eyes it was like I stepped on his favorite toy or something. “I’m dead serious. Let’s do it. If it doesn’t work out we can get divorced and I’ll give you a million dollars for the trouble. Come on, it’s a win-win situation for both of us.”

  I swallowed hard and looked at him for a long while. One million dollars even if it doesn’t work out? Unlimited access to everything he has if it does work out? I could pay all my bills, send some money home and start my own business so I wouldn’t have to rely on him forever. I could quit my job at the strip club and even offer Hannah a job once I got things going in the right direction.

  “I am going to kick myself in the mouth for this,” I whispered to myself. I then looked at him and said, “This is crazy. This is absolutely bat-shit crazy. We haven’t seen each other in half a decade and the first things you do is stare at my tits and then ask me to marry you in exchange for mountains of cash. You know what the craziest thing about it is?”

  “What?”

  I exhaled, shut my eyes and then calmed my nerves before I looked at him once more and said, “The craziest thing here is that I accept your offer. Let’s get married.”

  Daxter’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. He had this really big smile on his face and I honestly felt a little moist between the legs when I saw him sit up straight and flex his muscles. Damn it, why was he such a gorgeous man? The way his eyes glittered just made me want to fall over and kiss him. I was almost willing to forget how insane and abrupt this plan was.

  “Thank you!” he told me as he grabbed my hands and gave them a squeeze. “We have to get started as soon as possible. We don’t want to waste time or else my dad will sign the inheritance away.”

  I bit my lip and pondered what the next step was. “What do we do now?”

  “We have to make an announcement,” he told me. “We can organize something like an engagement party at Mercury Wild.”

  I was taken aback a little, “Mercury Wild? That’s an expensive joint, right?”

  Daxter nodded and gave back a wicked grin, “I know the owners, Trevor Wild and his wife, Jasmine. They’re actually really good friends of mine. You know, just a while back Mercury Wild wasn’t as successful as it is now. Everything changed because of his wife. It’s starting to make me really believe there’s a woman behind every man’s success.”

  “That’s awfully profound but also a little cliché, don’t you think?” I asked him. “But I guess you’re right. If we need to announce it then that’s the place to do it. What else do we need to do?”

  “Get a ring, start finishing all the paperwork and then move you into my place,” Daxter told me.

  That’s when the blood drained from my face and my jaw dropped. “Wait, I thought it was just a fake marriage?”

  He shrugged and reasoned out, “Well, we have to make it look real. It won’t seem real if we still live in separate homes. If you prefer, we can say we sleep in the same bedroom and all but I’ll give you your own room if you want.”

  “L-let’s talk about all that later,” I tried to shift the topic and munched down on what remained of my me
al. “Let’s get the engagement party done first and see where that leads us.”

  He nodded in agreement, and I gulped down my coffee as one question remained cycling in my head throughout the rest of the day: what in the world did I get into now?

  6

  Daxter

  Everything was going well according to plan. Mercury Wild looked its finest. Trevor and Jasmine really got the place spruced up for the big announcement. Some of our other friends even came in to help out fix up some decorations, clean the place and get it all ready for the party.

  Of course, this was no ordinary party. I brought in our friend Damon, who was a professional football player in the NFL, and invited my sister’s friends who were all popular writers. Trevor got to bring our friend Preston, one of the richest billionaire celebrities, along with Preston’s new wife Lyla. My sister invited the mayor and with him added, this party was looking like the biggest event in town.

  “Well, people are starting to arrive,” I told Noelle. I picked her up just an hour ago and we were here in the hotel room getting ready. I was hoping to bring her to my condominium but we had to go shopping for clothes first since she didn’t have anything formal and this was the closest place to get ready at.

  I put on a nice black business suit and I bought her a sexy white outfit. It was probably a little too revealing, being a tight, off-shoulder mini-dress, but it looked amazing on her. She accentuated her look even further by pairing the dress with high heels, looped earrings and a gorgeous necklace we picked out at the mall a few minutes prior.

  “Oh God, I can’t believe I signed up for this,” she said as she helped me button my dress shirt. “This is the craziest idea I’ve ever heard. I need to get drunk for this.”

  I chuckled, “I have to admit that I’m nervous too. We have to sell this and make it look real. Well, we have to sell it to my parents the most.”