Beautiful Liar Page 8

  “So, I’m sick, eh?” She was smiling.

  “It sounded like the right thing to say.”

  “Whatcha got there?” She moved toward me. God, she was fucking beautiful. Her hair was really red.

  “I thought I’d make you breakfast in bed.” I said as she took the tray out of my hands and set it on the counter. Her hands gently running up my chest, wrapping around my neck.

  “Is that right?” She whispered as she pressed on my shoulders.

  I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around me. “Yes,” I moaned as I kissed her. “I think we are going to need some nourishment.”

  Her mouth covering mine, god she tasted so good. My hands nearly fit around her tiny thighs. We stood there in the kitchen kissing, my fingers gently touching her core. I wanted to slip my fingers in her, but she isn’t some whore, she deserves nothing but tenderness. I found her nub, lifting her hood I gently brushed it with my fingertip. I felt her body react to me. She doesn’t make a huge production of her arousal like every woman I’ve been with. It’s so intimate. Just the feel of her body and her reactions drive me to continue to make her feel everything. I felt her legs tighten around my hips as her body started to tremble, her kiss deepening. She is fucking magnificent. I want to, no need to be inside of her. I let go of her with my other hand and pushed my bottoms down, sliding her down on me as she contracts. Slowly I turned and stepped to the wall, leaning her against it. Her body already moving on me. So slow, so beautiful, so erotic. My hands move to hold her face. I pulled back as her head leaned on the wall. Her lips cherry red, wet and swollen, her mouth slightly open as we made love. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful than this woman in my arms.

  When she felt my body change just as I was about to release, she opened her eyes lifting her head we locked eyes. There were no words said, no words needed to be said. We are one and the same. Both holding our secrets, both with torn hearts and souls. The euphoria I feel as I let go buried inside this woman in my arms is mind altering. As my last pulse releases she sense’s it and covers my mouth with hers, deeply kissing me. I’ve never received a kiss like this, this was a kiss that was imbedded with love.

  I should have been scared to my core, but I wasn’t, how could I be. I am sealed to this woman. Never will another do for me but her. The kiss I feel says the same to me. I am the second man she has been with in her life, and I will be the last.

  Pulling back, she whispers, “The food is cold.”

  I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “I’ll make more.”

  “Just put it in the microwave. Thirty seconds should do it.” She released her legs. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

  I set her down and watched her walk away. I pulled up my bottoms and proceeded to warm our food up. As I walked into the bedroom she was coming out of the bathroom. I waited for her to climb on the bed and then I joined her. We ate, not talking just looking at one another. When we finished I put the tray on the floor and laid down. She curled up at my side.

  “Thank you,” she whispered as her fingers circled my nipple.

  “No need to thank me.”

  “Can I stay here today? I can’t go home yet.” Her words shocked me.

  I rolled over so I could look at her. “Victoria, what happened that hurt you so badly?”

  She shook her head, “I can’t tell you right now. I can’t even process it in my mind. I just need to feel anything other than that. I don’t want it in my mind.”

  “If anyone understands that statement it’s me. You got it beautiful. We can hide out here for as long as you want.” I said tenderly, touching her face.

  I watched as her eyes filled with tears, I kissed her sweetly, “I got you, for as long as you need me.”

  She nodded and pulled herself into my arms. I held her for a long time. I couldn’t imagine what hurt her so deeply. Whatever it was it brought her to me, it opened my heart, the one thing I never believed would work again. Not like this, not so fast. She is becoming a part of my broken soul. If she lets me I will cherish her for the rest of her life.

  We lay on the bed holding one another, “Hey, you want to take a shower with me?”

  “Mmm, I’d like that. I saw your shower, it’s huge.”

  I chuckled, “I’m a big guy, I need room to move.”

  She giggled as she rolled over climbing off my bed, “I guess that explains that bed.”

  Jumping up I followed her into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. I reached in and turned on the water as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. My eyes watching every move she made. I’m pretty sure she was seducing me and fuck if I wasn’t going to enjoy it. When she finished she put her hands to her side and just stood there looking at me. I stepped forward and slowly slipped my shirt off her shoulders. Looking down at her, she’s so tiny compared to me. Her breasts looked huge from this angle. I ran my fingers down her shoulders to her chest, down along her nipples which hardened even more, to the hair on her core. She slowly tilted her head up, her teeth buried in her lip.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I moaned out, kissing her.

  Pulling back, she moved around me and stepped into the shower. I stood there looking at her, if it was possible this woman looked even more tempting wet. She leaned against the wall looking at me. Dropping my bottoms on the floor I stepped in the shower. We just stood with the water running over us, looking at each other. I watched as a small smile crossed her mouth. She reached for the body wash, squirting it in her hand, she moved behind me. “Put your hands on the wall,” she whispered as she kissed my back. Who was I to argue with her. I stood with my legs parted slightly as she washed my back, down my ass to my legs. It was slow and sensual. Never has a woman taken her time with me. Every swipe, every circle she made on my body was so erotic. Her hands left me and then she moved in front of me, licking my nipples. Nipping one. Her hands started at my shoulders, I stood watching her. Feeling every touch, every fucking sensual touch. She saved my cock for last, by the time she got to it I was rock hard.

  I watched her as she took her time stroking me. Sometimes a firm grip, sometimes a soft grip. When I was on the brink of release she stopped, reaching up she removed the shower head and rinsed me off. Putting it back in place, she reached up and kissed me sweetly then moved her way down my body. Fuck! Her hand wrapped around my cock, the other one cupping my balls. Her eyes locked with mine as her head moved, her mouth surrounding my head. “Ahh fuck,” I whispered as she pushed me all the way down her throat. Time and time again, swirling her tongue around me making me crazy, so much so that my body betrayed me and I released to an earth shattering orgasm. I have never, my body convulsed and the tears just came. Slowly she stood up wrapping her hands around my neck and kissed me. I could taste myself on her tongue.

  When my body finally calmed down, I pulled out of our kiss removing my hands from the wall, wrapping them around her wet body I picked her up leaning her against the wall and made love to her mouth. My eyes rolled, she felt like the finest silk. “So beautiful,” I whispered on her lips. We stood there until I was hard again, lowering her to the floor, I slowly turned her around placing her hands on the wall I stepped back and looked at her as the water rolled off her body. My cock hardening, even more. I needed to touch her. My hands everywhere all at the same time. Before I washed her, I wanted her. Bending my knees, I lined my cock up with her and pushed slowly into her.

  “Ahhh, oh god,” she cried out.

  I thought I hurt her, she hasn’t made any real sounds. I stopped, “Did I hurt you?” I whispered in her ear.

  She shook her head, “No,” she whispered. I moved slowly, her moans very prominent. “Paul,” she moaned.

  “Yeah beautiful,”

  “Fuck me,” she cried as I flicked my hips.

  I didn’t know if I could fuck her. I didn’t want this to be fucking. With each thrust I flicked my hips. I felt her tighten on the fourth thrust. “Oh god, don’t stop.” She moaned.

  I di
dn’t stop, I couldn’t stop. I know control. I could do this for at least an hour. Again, and again I thrust up into her, flicking my hips driving me hard into her end. Again, she came undone. I could feel her contract around me. God, I was going to lose my resolve. I pulled her off the wall against my chest as my body betrayed me and I released. Her head turned and I cover it with mine. Pulling out of her she turned in my arms deepening our kiss.

  Pulling back, she opened her eyes, they were filled with desire. “Let me get you cleaned up,” I whispered on her lips.

  She smiled and turned back around placing her hands on the wall. Washing this woman was a religious experience. My hands slide across her skin setting me on fire. Her breasts are exquisite wet and soapy. I can feel my cock getting harder, I have no idea how this is happening to me. Our bodies are so in tune that mine feeds off hers, and hers off of mine.

  I rinse her off and we leave the shower. As we stood drying off, her hand reached for me, gently wrapping around my cock, she gently pumped me, pulling her lip between her teeth. I feel like I’m in a dream world. Like we crossed over into the twilight zone or something. Her touch loving, sensual. Who is this woman? I can’t wait to find out. When she finished bringing me fully hard, she released me and walked out of the room.

  I finished drying off, my eyes not leaving her perfect ass. God, she is fucking perfect. My feet moved into the bedroom as she slowly climbed up on my bed, pausing while on her hands and knees, she turned her head to look at me. Without words, I knew what she was saying.

  I climbed up behind her sliding deep within her beautiful body. I took it slow for a few thrusts. With each one after, I moved harder, faster. Her moans becoming louder with each thrust. God, she felt fantastic. Harder and harder, I swear I was bruising her perfect ass. I could feel her tightening. “Ahh,” she cried out as she released. I wanted to taste her again so I pulled out and let my release cover her ass and back. My fingers digging into her hips. When her body collapsed onto the bed, I reached for my towel and wiped her clean.

  When I laid on the bed next to her, she was sobbing. I reached for her and she pulled away from me. My heart lurched. “Victoria, did I hurt you?” She shook her head and got up. I watched her walk to the bathroom and grab my shirt, then she left the room. I went after her. She was standing in the corner of the dining room facing the wall with her hands on her mouth, screaming into them. “Hey, beautiful. What happened?” I wanted to grab her, hold her. I watched helplessly as she shook, crying silently in the corner.

  It was too much, and I couldn’t handle it. He is perfect, everything about him is perfect. The way he touches me, cares for me, makes love to me, fucks me, it’s all perfect and tender and gentle. I couldn’t handle it. I can’t handle this. With Steven, I know now it was just sex. I came here to forget him and I learned that he was already forgotten. The minute Paul touched me he was forgotten.

  This is all so unfair to him. He has no idea that when he wakes up I will be gone. Never to be found again. I can feel him behind me, I can feel the tension rolling off of him, and the only thing I can think about is how much this is going to hurt when I leave. Just like Steven, all I do is leave. I felt my knees buckle and I went down, he went down with me. “Please Victoria, talk to me,” he whispered.

  I turned, putting my hand on his face. “I’m so sorry for this, for doing this. For being here like this,” I whispered.

  He shook his head, “No, don’t be sorry. I’m not. Did I hurt you?”

  I shook my head, I needed to leave. I took his hand and stood up. We went back in the bedroom and climbed in bed. I needed for him to sleep so I could leave, he wouldn’t understand and he would want to take me home. But I’m not going back there. I can’t. We snuggled up, “I’m just so tired,” I whispered.

  He chuckled, “Me too, beautiful. I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

  Soon he was sleeping, a little snore escaping his mouth. I moved slowly from his embrace, waiting by the bed to see if he woke. I moved quickly through his room gathering my clothes. I left my panties, they were dirty and I had a long way to go. I took his shirt and I left. I didn’t go back to my apartment. I’m sure Al and Jacob were waiting for me. I headed to the airport. Once there I made my way to the lockers and grabbed my backpack, then to the bathroom to change my appearance. Once my wig was in place, I headed to British Airways and got a flight out. I was leaving it all behind. I needed to refuel my heart.

  Chapter Seven

  When I woke I was alone, smiling I stretched and looked at the bathroom door, it was open and the light was off. My heart started slamming in my chest. “Victoria,” I called out, but only silence greeted me. I got up turning on the light. “Victoria,” I said. Nothing. I moved to the bathroom to grab my bottoms. As I was walking out, I noticed her white lace panties on the floor. I picked them up realizing that her clothes were gone. “No, no, no, beautiful.” I turned and ran into the living room. Empty. Spinning around I looked for a note, something, anything. But there was nothing.

  My heart now slamming in my chest, I could hear it beating in my ears. Picking up my phone I turned it on and called her.

  I’m sorry but the number you have dial has been disconnected. Please try your call again.

  “Fuck!” I yelled.

  I dialed Max, “Mr. Simon.”

  “Max have you seen Miss Costello?”

  “No sir, not since yesterday. Is everything all right?”

  “No, she’s gone. Ask the guys if anyone saw her leave.”

  “All right, I’ll be up in a few.”

  I hung up and went to get dressed. I was going to her house, it’s the only place she could be, or the beach she likes the beach. I opened the door and Max was standing there. “No one has seen her.”

  “Send some of the guys to Oak Street Beach, have them search the place. Come on I need you to take me to her apartment.”

  “Sir, you don’t look so well.”

  “Max, I know you have only been with me for a few years and you may not know this, but I was married for a long time. I got myself in a bit too deep with this guy and when I refused to play his way, he murdered my wife and our unborn child. If I’m being honest, I’m terrified something has happened to her.”

  “Shit, come on let’s hurry. Even though she can beat my ass, I like her. She’s got spunk.”

  I chuckled, “That she does.”

  We made it to her building in less than ten minutes. Traffic this late was minimal. When the elevator stopped I ran out the doors to her door. Knocking, and waiting. When the door handle moved my heart lurched. But it wasn’t her who opened the door, her boyfriend Jacob was standing there. “Is she here?” I asked, nearly shouting.

  “No, we had a fight yesterday and I haven’t seen her. Have you?”

  I wanted to hurt the bastard, “Yeah, she called me, she’s been at my place until sometime tonight. She was in pretty bad shape. What the hell did you fight about, that would destroy her like that?”

  Jacob played his part, “We fought about you. Tell me Mr. Simon, did you fuck my girlfriend.”

  I laughed, “No, like I said she was a mess.” I didn’t lie, I didn’t fuck her, not really. I made love to her, so if he had asked me that, I wonder if I would have lied. It didn’t matter really. “So you haven’t seen her?”

  “No, now if you’ll excuse me.” He went to shut the door.

  I pushed back, “You wouldn’t mind if I check for myself.” It wasn’t a question, or a suggestion. It was a statement of fact. I stepped into her house while he protested. I moved from room to room looking, but nothing. Her clothes hung in the closet, her things in the bathroom. Nothing was out of order. I heard voices as I was walking out of her room. When I got to the living room there were three other men in the room with Jacob. “What the hell is going on?”

  “Mr. Simon, my name is Al Bower, I think it’s time we had a conversation.”

  “Do you know where she is?”

  “No, we do not. And
that is why we need to have a chat. Please,” he motioned to the chair in the living room. I sat down as did they.

  “Well Mr. Bower, I’m sitting. What do you know?”

  “I know who killed your wife.” He said.

  He could have shot me. “What the fuck do you know of my wife?” Man, I was pissed.

  He dropped a file on the table. I picked it up, no one said a word while I read through it. Jesus, they had my entire life in this file. “I was a mark?” I whispered.

  “No, you were our prime suspect.”

  I looked up at him, “Were?”

  “Yes, were. We no longer believe you to be this man. Although we knew of the death of your wife, it wasn’t until you told Suzanne the story behind her death that we figured it all out.” He said Suzanne! Her name is Victoria. What the fuck.

  “You said you know who killed her. Who was it?” I was doing everything to hold back my anger.

  “A man named Andy Marciano. Do you know this man?” His eyes not leaving mine.

  I was registering what he said, Fucking Marciano. “You said, our prime suspect. Who is Miss Costello?”

  “I’m afraid Mr. Simon, I can’t tell you that. She must stay protected. Her anonymity is our only assurance she will stay alive.”

  “What aren’t you telling me?” I asked.

  “Mr. Simon, there is a contract on her life. But the fact that no one knows what she looks like is the only thing that is keeping her alive.”

  I threw the file on the table, “That’s bullshit. Who would want to hurt her.”

  “The only way you are going to have this information is if you agree to help us. She has disappeared, while she was with you. We have no idea where she is or who she has become. This is bigger than you know. So, if you want to help us and avoid prosecution for the crimes you have committed we will agree to give you all the information we are allowed to give you.”

  I started pacing, running every conversation, I had with her through my head, everything she said to me. The pieces to her distress and her frame of mind falling into place. I turned and looked at Jacob, “You’re not her boyfriend?” He shook his head at me. “Did she play me?”