by Jenna Rose
…I guess that’s what happens when you fall deeply and madly in love.
And to think that it had been one random photoshoot that Janice had brought me to with her that lead me to him. Completely out of the blue, I’d been struck with a heat seeking missile that was Shane Mason, and I’d never be the same again.
I’d never felt that kind of attraction before—never, and I’d given myself over to him so willingly, with barely a second thought.
But it had felt so right, so natural, like it was meant to happen, and he’d taken me like the dominant man he was and showed me a whole new world of bliss. I’d done so many firsts with him and I couldn’t wait to keep going.
I was his now and he was mine.
My man. His woman.
I was smiling like an idiot when I stepped back into my apartment, and was surprised to find Janice sitting miserably on the couch with a wine bottle, half empty, beside her.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“Oh, hey!” I blurted out. “Weren’t you—didn’t you go to bed?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied. She was pretty drunk. “But seriously, where have you been? Tinder date again?”
“No…”
“Then why are you shiny?” she asked. “Did you go for a run or something?”
Janice quickly got up from the couch and snatched my arm and felt my skin. Her eyes went wide.
“Oil! What the fuck? Why are you oiled up?”
“Ow, you’re hurting me!” I snapped, pulling away from her. She slumped back down on the couch glaring at me.
“Let me see your Instagram,” she growled.
“Uh, no?”
“Let me see it!” she roared. She leapt at me. I couldn’t even believe it. I tried to get out of the way, but she landed on me with the full force of her body and snatched my phone from my hands.
“Give it back, Janice!” I shouted as she raced to the kitchen, putting the countertop island between us. “What the fuck!?”
But Janice wasn’t listening. She opened the app and started scrolling. If she saw his message…
I tried to get to her, but she circled the island, managing to keep herself away from me. And then she saw it.
Shit…
“Oh. My. God!”
“I can explain—”
“That’s where you were! You went to Shane’s to fucking shoot with him!?”
I didn’t even know what to say. There was so much more to it than that.
She looked hurt, and I knew that Shane didn’t want me to tell her what had happened, so I wasn’t really sure what to do.
“Well, sort of…” I muttered.
“What do you think you are now? A model?” Janice scoffed with such a dismissive tone that I felt my anger flare inside of me. Of course I didn’t think of myself as a model, but unless Shane had been lying to me—which he wasn’t—he thought I could be a model, and who was I to argue with him?
“Janice—”
“So, what’d you do? Have a secret photoshoot tonight without telling me? What’d you think I’d be jealous or something?”
I was floundering. I had no idea what to say. Janice was my friend but she was lashing out at me in a way I didn’t understand. Sure, maybe I’d technically lied to her about what I was doing, but it wasn’t like I’d betrayed her trust in any real way. I was just doing what Shane had asked me to do and not sharing it with her. Besides, I had the right to do a photoshoot if I wanted!
“He told you not to tell me, didn’t he?” I did my best to keep my expression neutral, but I must have given it away by mistake. Janice sneered. “Of course he did. And you know why he did that? Because Shane tried to fuck me and I turned him down!”
My whole world came crashing down.
“W—what?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” Janice laughed, shaking her head. “He brought you in, told you he was going to shoot you, make you a model, that you were the most beautiful girl in the world and then he fucked you. Right?”
Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or scream as adrenaline flooded through my body, causing my limbs to shudder.
“That’s his game, Jane. And, if you want a bit more information, he’s about to lose his working relationship with High Style because of it over allegations of sexual assault and misconduct.”
No…
I felt like someone had sunk a dagger into my chest. My heart felt ready to explode. As hard as I tried I couldn’t get a deep breath into my lungs, and on top of that, Janice was looking at me in a way that made me want to completely disappear.
Pity. She pitied me.
“Babe, it’s okay. He does this to everybody. Thankfully I was smart enough to avoid falling into his trap. That way he’d keep shooting me, ya know?”
She came around the island and handed my phone to me. Like a mom teaching her daughter a lesson, she patted me on the back and gave me a forced smile.
“Don’t worry. Once the truth comes out you’ll be the last girl he ever does this too.”
Tears poured from my eyes as she went to her room, leaving me standing there alone in the kitchen with my entire world collapsing. I’d given myself over to him, felt what I thought was a spark, a connection between two souls…
And now my heart was breaking.
Chapter Twelve
Jane
The apartment was stifling. I felt trapped. My face was soaked with tears as I raced to the door and threw myself out into the cool night air. I was on the verge of bawling and stumbled down the front steps and raced into the side alley and collapsed onto a stack of wooden pallets and covered my face with my hands.
I felt like running away from the city, from Janice, from Shane, and finding a new life somewhere else completely. I’d been so sure that I’d found something special—my “one,” only to have the carpet of my life ripped out from under me
You stupid, naïve girl!
When I thought about it now in retrospect, it made perfect sense. Shane knew women. He worked with countless of them and he used his position to get the ones he wanted. And I was sure that a million of them were happy to give him a quick fuck for a cover or a magazine spread.
But he didn’t have to promise me anything…
I was just a starry eyed girl who no one had ever complimented like that before. All he’d had to do was make me feel special and I was his. He’d come onto Janice and that’s why he didn’t want me to tell her. All this time I was thinking that maybe it was because he knew she’d be jealous or something, but of course that wasn’t it. Janice could get any man she wanted, and she had for her entire life.
Why would she ever be jealous of me?
I tried to control my sobs, but was doing a pretty pathetic job of it, when I heard a window above my head open. Not wanting to cause a scene, I did my best to cry silently. And that’s when I heard it. Janice’s voice from her room.
“Rob? Yeah, it’s me. So, I’ve got even more news!”
Rob? Who was Rob? I knew almost all of Janice’s friends, at least the ones she’d be talking to this late at night, and I didn’t recognize the name.
“Yeah, I’m still going through with my story, but we’ve got another one to add on. My roommate!”
Is she…talking about me?
“Yeah, the dumb bitch went over to Shane’s tonight and fucked him! Can you believe that? Yeah. She was all oiled up and had obviously been doing a shoot—the pictures are probably on his computer, I don’t know if the cops can seize them or something—and then he fucked her! She just about broke down when I told her. Poor girl.”
My heart pumped like it was about to explode and my eyes almost bugged out of my skull, and I frantically scrambled for my camera and started recording.
“Yeah, she’ll go to Eleanor with me. I’ll tell Eleanor my bullshit story again about how he tried coming onto me during a shoot, she’ll tell her story about how she did fuck him
after a shoot, and then High Style will fire him and hire you instead! It’s perfect.”
I was dumbfounded. Was I seriously hearing what I thought I was? Was she talking about setting Shane up and who the fuck was Rob? Had all this…been a terrible lie?
“Jealous? Jealous of what? That Jane fucked Shane? Come on, give me a break, Rob! You know I only want to give you this pussy.”
I started piecing things together and quickly checked my phone to make sure it was recording. Rob was another photographer, that much I was pretty sure of. And she was seeing him?
“Yea, I may have come onto him once when I first met him, but I learned fast that you don’t fuck photographers—”
She paused. I tried to make out the voice on the other end of her call, but all I could make out was static noise.
“Yeah, sure he turned me down,” she replied, clearly rolling her eyes. “I turned him down, Rob. Don’t get it twisted!”
Oh my God…
I was fuming. My cheeks were so hot I thought they might burn up.
I understood now.
Janice had tried to fuck Shane and he’d turned her down. He was professional, just like he’d told me. And Janice, who’d probably never been turned down in her entire life, had gone psycho and decided to ruin his life. Now, with the help of this Rob asshole, some other photographer who no doubt wanted Shane’s position in the industry, she was going to do that, and she was using me as part of her plan.
My fist clenched up so tight that I almost raced back inside to bludgeon her to death with it—turn those beautiful model good looks into mashed potatoes.
But that wasn’t me. Besides, with what I had recorded on my phone, I could do something way worse to her.
Chapter Thirteen
Shane
“So, this is really happening, huh?” Nancy remarked as I stepped into the studio as the sun was just breaking above the city. Nancy, as my assistant, was well aware of the smear campaign going on against me. But it seemed as though we had no choice. Without any counterevidence, it was going to be my word against hers—whoever “her” was, and my career would be over.
Even if Nancy spoke out on my behalf, they’d just call her complicit in my tactics, almost equally as guilty as me. And seeing as how I had her present for every shoot, if they discounted her credibility once, they could do it thousands of times and I’d be fucked.
“Doesn’t seem like there’s any way around it, Nancy,” I grumbled. “I’m going to send Eleanor my letter saying I’m no longer shooting with High Style and…”
“And then she goes to the papers anyway and fucks you in the ass?”
I laughed one of those hopeless laughs where the situation you’re in is just too fucked up to believe and shrugged.
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Fight it!” Nancy roared. “Don’t let this crazy bitch blackmail you. She’s got no proof!”
“You don’t need proof these days,” I groaned. “Not in the court of public opinion. Once the word gets out there that a girl, or girls, have accused me of this shit, no one will want to work with me again. Models, magazines, whatever…”
Nancy sighed and leaned against my desk shaking her head.
“It’s not fair. You’re like the most respectable photographer I’ve ever met, and there are some scumbags out there who are up to some shit and you’re not one of them!”
“I know, Nancy!” I roared, furious at how helpless I was feeling. “But what the fuck am I supposed to do!? I’m completely fucked!”
This was literally a nightmare scenario for a guy like me. I would lose one of my biggest clients and for the rest of my career I’d have the possible threat of this mystery accuser looming over my head, ready to spill her “story” to the press whenever she wanted. But that wasn’t the worst of it.
What the hell was I going to tell Jane?
She’d believe me…right? Or maybe I could just keep it a secret? After all, she wouldn’t hear about it if it didn’t come out. But it felt wrong to lie to her, even if it was a lie of omission about someone lying about me. I was in love with her and wanted to share everything with her.
But how would she take this?
“I don’t know,” Nancy groaned as I went over to my computer and opened my e-mail. “This is just wrong.”
“You can say that again.”
I entered Eleanor’s e-mail and began typing, my fingers shaking like I’d just come in from a blizzard, when I heard the elevator behind me. I didn’t have any shoots scheduled today, and turned to see who it was.
“Jane!?”
My gorgeous Jane, her head a mess of wild curls, strode quickly out of the elevator and threw her arms around me. Just her touch instantly calmed me, and I inhaled deeply as we held each other.
“Hey, baby,” she whispered.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I stared into her eyes. “I mean—not that I don’t love to see you, but—”
“I know all about it!” she blurted out. My heart jumped.
“All about what?”
“It,” she repeated. “The whole thing. The scandal with High Style. All of it.”
She knew? Then what was this all about? She didn’t look the least bit angry. In fact, she looked happy!
“You know…?” I asked. “But how?”
“Janice!” she blurted out. “It was Janice! She’s the one trying to set you up! Along with some photographer named Rob! I heard them talking on the phone together.”
Rob Wartstorf!? That son of a bitch!
Suddenly, the pieces started to come together.
I glanced over at Nancy, who was shaking her head. Rob was a real prick of a photographer, a sleaze ball, and he’d been after my working relationship with High Style for a long time. I guess he found a way to get me out of the way—recruiting Janice to make shit up about me.
Unbelievable.
But there was still one big problem.
“That’s great that you found this out, baby,” I told her. “But without some kind of proof, it’s still her word against mine—”
“Oh, I’ve got proof!” she replied, taking out her phone. She pressed play on a recording, and when I heard Janice’s voice explaining her plan, I almost fell over.
“How…?”
“She found out about us last night,” my Jane admitted. “I was glowing, all oiled up and everything and she put two and two together.”
“Fuck.”
“And she got mean about it. Told me that you did this with every other girl—”
“That’s not true!” I roared.
“I know it’s not,” she said, taking my hand. “I went outside to cry in the alley and heard her talking on her phone through the window.”
“You were smart to record it,” Nancy said. “I can’t believe Janice. What a cold hearted little cunt.”
Jane blushed and nodded. I couldn’t contain how I felt for her. Before I knew it, I was kissing her with every ounce of love in my body.
Her lips pressed against mine, the only lips that would ever touch mine again.
The rest of the world could have melted away and we’d still be standing together. This was my woman. My love. My future.
“I love you so fucking much,” I told her.
“I love you too, Shane.”
“You two wanna break it up?” Nancy joked. “So we can start firing back with this recording?”
“Yeah,” I replied, laughing. “Let’s get it on the computer and I’ll call Eleanor and let her know what’s going on. I feel like a couple of lawsuits are in order.”
“Damn right!” Nancy clapped.
I looked at my beautiful girl and pushed away a curtain of her curls so I could see her eyes.
“You know, I think it’s time you see my place,” I told her.
“Yeah?” she replied coyly. “Why don’t you bring your camera? We could…document things. Have you ever shot video before?”
My lips twisted into a smile
and my cock began to grow in my pants.
“I like how you’re thinking, baby.”
Epilogue
Jane
I moaned as my orgasm swept through me like a warm wave. My entire body shuddered as my wet pussy clenched down around my husband’s hard cock. My hands gripped the bed sheets and I looked up his rippling abs to his taught chest and gorgeous eyes, dripping with desire.
…desire for me.
“What number is that?” he asked me. He knew very well that it was the fourth orgasm he’d given me since he’d taken me and lay me down on the bed in the back room of his studio. He just wanted to hear me say it.
“Oh, I’ve lost count,” I teased as I started to get my wits about me again.
“Oh, you have?”
“Mmmm, four? Maybe…”
“Damn right it is,” he replied, kissing my nipple as he started to fuck me again with slow, deliberate strokes, touching every inch of my dripping hole with his cock. I looked over at the video monitor hanging on the wall displaying a live feed from Shane’s video camera. We’d started recording ourselves and masturbating together while watching them back before bed.
It was hot.
“I think we can get to five,” he whispered. I groaned as he slid out of me, took me by the hip and spun me around onto my stomach. He quickly slid all of his thick inches inside of me, pinning me against the bed, driving all the breath from my lungs. Sweat from his strong body dripped down onto my back as he started to really slam me.
“Oh-my-God-Shane-fuck-me!” I stammered, my words slipping from my lips with every thrust from his strong hips.
He anchored himself on top of me using his knees to clamp down around my thighs and ass. His strong hands wrapped around my shoulders, placing me firmly under his control as he gave it to me in just the right way.