False Illusions (False #1) (18 page)

Yoel narrows his eyes but takes a breath and looks back at him. He’s pissed Carter won’t leave and Carter has some balls not sensing he’s about to get knocked out.

I’m freaking out. What is he doing here? How did he even find me? Then I think back to when Chelsea called. Bitch did it again.

I can feel my co-workers eyes on my back as I slide on a bar stool and Yoel sits next to me. I know Emma knows he’s the one in the picture.

“Hello, baby doll.” His fingers trail up and down my arm.

“Hello, Yoel. To what do I owe this visit?” Where is the bartender with our drinks. I can really use it right now.

“I don’t know, Madison. I want you back. It’s simple. I gave you a month,” he casually says.

He said he’ll wait a week ago, and now he’s tired of waiting? This isn’t waiting.

“You said you would give me time, remember?”

“Are you with him?” He nods toward Carter who glances back.

Oh god. “Does it matter?”

His jaw ticks again. “Of course it does. Should I break his face now or later?” He doesn’t care that Carter is standing right next to me eyes wide. I wonder if he’s shitting his pants right now?

“Why are you here?” I ask trying to take the heat off poor Carter.

“I’m here for you, baby doll. Like I said, I miss you and I needed to see you.” He nods toward my bracelet. “It looks beautiful on you, I’m glad you’re wearing it.”

“Well now you see me. Happy?”

His eyes roam my body before looking back to my eyes. He smirks. “Not nearly, baby doll.”

That smirk. That fucking smirk. It always gets to me. The wetness between my legs still proves it does.

“Hey, do you want to join us?” Carter picks up the drinks from the bar. Did he not remember that he just threatened to smash his face in seconds ago?

If looks could kill Carter would be dead from the look I was giving him. Of course he wanted Yoel to join us. He probably wants to probe him for questions.

“Sure.” Yoel winks at me and hops off the bar stool to follow Carter to the table where Nick and Emma are sitting with curious looks.

I follow slowly, wishing this was a dream, but it's not. Yoel pulls a chair out for me and reluctantly sit as he sits next to me. I'm now between him and Nick. Great.

“So are you going to introduce us?” Emma smiles. She definitely put the two together.

“Yoel these are my co-workers Emma, Carter and Nick.” I point them out. “and this is Yoel.”

He grins. “What’s up?”

Carter sips his beer “How do you know Madison? She never mentioned she knew you.”

Yoel snickers. “Yeah she doesn’t like talking about me much.”

I glare at him, but don’t say anything. Instead I take a gulp of beer making him laugh.

“How long are you in town?” Carter the reporter is slipping out. “Are you training out here now?”

Yoel glances at him amused. “No. Just here seeing my girl.”

His girl? When did I become his girl?

I open my mouth to correct him, but nothing comes out. Dammit. I ignore my co-workers curious looks. Saying ‘It’s complicated’ wasn’t going to cut it with them. A professional boxer that happens to be training for the world title just called me his girl. They don’t even know that I’m the ex-fiancé of the current heavyweight champ.

Oh my gosh. I’m a ‘Ring hoe’.

Conversation takes place around me while I try to figure out what the hell is going on. Carter is shooting off questions and Yoel somewhat answers him, but promises if he comes to the fight that he’ll give him his first interview after winning the belt. I guess he doesn’t see Carter as a threat anymore.

“So sure of yourself,” I blurt out. I regretted it as soon as it came out.

All eyes turn to me. He cocks an eyebrow. His eyes say it all.
Wrong Team.

“You know what I mean,” is all I can manage to say and look away.

Yoel stands up and tosses a couple of fifties on the table. “Next round is on me.” He looks at me. “Madison and I have plans.”

Did he really think I was leaving with him?

He grabs my hand and gives me a look. Guess I am leaving with him because that smoldering look he just gave has me clenching my legs. My vagina is now in charge and she says we are leaving.

I stand up and grab my purse. “Thanks for inviting me out. I’ll see you guys Monday.”

Before they can respond Yoel is pulling me away and up the staircase. Suddenly my back is being pressed against the brick wall when we get outside.

“You know how bad I want you?” He pulls my hand to the erection that is straining against his jeans. “That’s what you do to me, baby doll. Always have.”

His lips press against mine in a hurried kiss before pulling away and hailing a cab.

I stand quietly by him waiting for the cab to pull up. I still couldn’t believe he’s here. In New York, again.

The cab pulls up and we slide inside.

“The Mark on 77
^th
,” he tells the driver.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” He didn’t even ask if I wanted to go back to his room.

“Not this time, baby doll,” He flashes me his panty dropping smile. “Tonight you’re mine.”

Tonight I was his. Back down the rabbit hole I go.

Trust- Justin Beiber

Getting her in the cab was easier than I thought. Sure I had to play friendly with the co-workers, but there isn’t much I won’t do to get in her good graces.

Madison was dressed down in a casual long grey dress and a jean jacket. Her blonde hair pulled into a slick ponytail. She looks fucking sexy. Sexier than I remember, but maybe that’s because I haven’t seen her in a month.

Her lips softer, skin smoother. Crazy the little things you miss, like the simple motion of holding her small hand in mine.

We don’t speak on the way up to my hotel room. We both know what’s about to happen. I could smell her arousal since I stepped in front of her at the bar. I wanted her, and she wanted me no matter how much she wanted to play it off.

“Nice room,” she says once I close the door to the room. It’s not as nice as my room back in Vegas, but it will do for the night.

“You want something to drink?” The deja vu isn’t lost on me from our first night together.

She shakes her head, slipping off her jacket and tossing it on a nearby chair. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

Madison leans against the bar along the wall. “So what am I doing here, Yoel.” Her eyes lock on mine and her tongue sweeps along her bottom lip.

I bite my lip trying to decide between talking first or fucking first. Decisions. Decisions.

Strolling up to her I lift her chin up and gently kiss her, making her moan. That moan told me that talking to could wait. We have all night.

In one quick movement I lift her on the bar at the same time I’m pushing her dress to around her waist. My fingers hook around her silk panties pulling them down her smooth legs. Madison kicks her shoes off. Her eyes never leaving mine as I slip two fingers into her tight wetness.

“Who you wet for, baby doll?” I ease in and out of her.

Her head falls back. “You,” she barely moans out.

Damn right it’s for me. Fuck, my dick is straining against my jeans. I need to be in her, but not yet.

“Did you miss me?” My free hand tugs the dress over head tossing it to the floor. Her full breasts are pushed up in a black bra now stares me in my face. “I said, did you miss me?” I ask again.

She nods, struggling to unclasp her bra. “Yes.”

Pulling my fingers out of her I grip her waist lifting her up and carrying her to the bed as I lick and suck on her neck and breasts. I couldn’t get enough and I haven’t slipped inside her yet.

Laying her on the bed I make quick work pulling my shirt over my head. Madison’s greys eyes watch every move as I unbutton my jeans, pulling them down along with my briefs. Now I’m standing in front of her with a raging hard on.

“I need to be in you.” Kneeling on the bed between her legs, stroking my hard erection. “Tell me you need me, baby doll.” Leaning down I trail kisses on the inside of her thigh.

“Tell me,” I demand this time my thumb rubbing over her clit.

She moans arching her back. “I want you.”

That’s all I need to hear before I’m sliding in her tight, wet pussy. Fuck. I know I’m not going to last.

Hooking my arms around her legs I put them over my shoulders thrusting deeper into her over and over. You know that sound mac n cheese makes? That mushy gushy sound? Yeah my girl is so wet I can hear her sweet juice every time I slide in and out of her. That shit makes me harder and crazier to drive in as deep as I can. Her moaning and her nails that are digging into my arms aren’t helping.

“Fuck, daddy.” She breathes out.

Daddy? I can roll with that.

Daddy’s little girl, I’m about to treat her like she’s grown.

She moans when I pull out of her. I slap her thigh. “On your knees.”

Slowly she moves onto her knees, arching her back, her face and is against the pillows and her beautiful ass is up in the air. My hand slides from her shoulders to her lower back as I slide back in her. Fuck yes.

Now I definitely wasn’t going to last like this. Especially with her pushing back on me the way she was.

Gripping her ponytail I wrap her hair around my hand and jerk her head back causing her to scream. “Who’s fucking who here, baby?” I pound into her. “You miss my dick, baby, because he missed you.” Gripping her hip I pound into her again and again until I feel her body start to shake.

“I’m coming,” she shouts. Her head still pulled back from my hold on hair. Her mouth opens and her eyes are closed tight. I love the face she makes as she releases her orgasm.

My balls tighten up and I can feel my own release building. I quicken my thrusts before I lose control and fill up her with my seed.

Catching my breath I release her hair and fall over to my side. Fuck I missed her. We lay there naked breathing heavy, catching our breath.

Madison sits up, her breasts dangling in front of me. I make a note to cherish them later.  She shoots off the bed and grabs my shirt off the floor slipping it over her head. She tosses me my briefs and cocks an eyebrow.  I slip them on without question.

“So are you hungry?” I ran my hand through my hair. “I can order something if you like.”

She looks unsure, fidgeting with her nails.

“We need to talk anyway.” I remind her.

Madison nods slowly. “You’re right, we do. I could really go for some chow mein and orange chicken.”

I smile. “What. No pasta?”

Rolling her eyes she slips her panties on. “Chow mein is a noodle dish. Noodles are pasta-ish.”

“I don’t think pasta-ish is a word. You should know that,” I tease as I pick up the room phone to order her food, and me a chicken and veggie plate.

“Still training hard I see.” She climbs on the bed next to me.

Patting my abs I wink. “Always, baby doll.”

We sit there quiet for a second. I know it’s time to start talking, but fuck all if I’m not nervous. This could all go up in smoke or we could be fine. Shit we just fucked and it was amazing.

“Madison,” I pull her into my arms. Her head lays against my chest. “I missed you so much. You have no idea. “ I pause. “I know I fucked up. I know I hurt you, but baby, I didn’t know. I didn’t know how much you would mean to me.”

She tilts her head up to look at me. “ I missed you too,” she says softly.

I press a kiss to her forehead. “Knock, Knock.”

I feel her silently laugh. “Who’s there?”

“Stupid.”

Madison lifts up to look at me better. “Stupid who?” she whispers.

Licking my lips I trail my fingers down her cheek bringing her face closer,  my lips are almost touching hers.

“Stupid to think I wouldn’t fall in love with you.”

Her eyes widen before I close the gap and take her mouth. Slipping my tongue between her lips. She kisses me back greedily. She doesn’t have to say it back. I feel it.