False Illusions (False #1) (5 page)

If- Beyonce

It’s been two weeks since Yoel and I started this ‘affair’. The first week I graced his bed twice, both times were amazing and he is always about me. I loved it. The second week, I found myself sneaking away every other night. Well I wouldn’t call it sneaking away if no one was home to sneak around. Yoel always had dinner waiting and had me for dessert. I was becoming addicted to his hard, tattooed body and talented mouth.

Our ground rules have been easy to obey except for a few times that our conversations became personal and I told him a little about Marcus. Yoel is pretty tight lipped about his life, and part of me wants to pry, but that’s a rule. Don’t share personal information.

It’s Thursday night and I find myself wishing I was in his bed than at this boring dinner with Marcus and his friends. He dragged me to this formal dinner for appearance only. I laugh and smile at all the right times and pretend I don’t see Marcus eye fuck the busty waitress.

The night is coming to a close and I can’t wait to take off this tight cocktail dress. I haven’t checked my phone all night per Marcus’s request.

It’s not until he puts me into a car alone that I realize he has other plans. He doesn’t tell me where he’s going, only not for me to stay up. In code that means he’s not coming home. Normally it would slightly piss me off but now I rarely spend my nights alone.

Instead of my usual smart comment, I just smile at him and wish him a good night. The confused look on his face was priceless as the car drives off.

Twenty minutes later the elevator door opens to the penthouse. It’s quiet, and I automatically feel stupid for not calling first. 

Maybe he’s in the bedroom. I check and there’s no sign of him, but something catches my eye on the corner. On the chair by the large window is a pair of black boxing gloves.

I’m about to pick them up when the bathroom door opens behind me. I turn around startled.

Yoel stands there in just a towel, still wet from the shower.

“Baby doll, I didn’t expect you.”

And that’s when I see his eye.

“What happened to your eye?” I rush up to him, gently touching his face. Studying his swollen purple eye.

“It looks worse than it feels, babe.” He looks down at my dress. “You look beautiful, where did you come from?”

Still studying his eye. “Some dinner with Marcus.” I bite my lip. I never really said his name before. I talk about him without ever saying his name.

Yoel just nods.

“So what happened to your eye, and do you box or something?” I look back to the gloves on the chair.

When he doesn’t answer right away I look back to him. He’s wearing an amused look.

“I spar here and there but I’m no boxer. Just a work out.” Yoel smiles. “You should see the other guy.”

I’m sure he knows who Marcus is then since he likes the sport. Does he know who I am?

I force a smile. “I bet.”

I leave Yoel to get dressed and head to the bar to make a drink. Maybe I’m being paranoid. I might not know much about the family business, and I may not know much about boxing at all, but what I do know is that those are professional boxing gloves on that chair.

He’s in advertising, he probably got them from work
, I tell myself.

After mixing up a rum and coke I slip off my heels and make my way back to the bedroom. Yoel is on the phone, talking in quiet rushed whispers. I wonder if he has someone back home. Am I the other woman like he’s the
other guy?  The thought makes my heart ache. Am I actually jealous? No.

I shake the feeling setting my drink on the end table and crawling on the bed behind him.

“Dammit Rico, I’ll be ready. Don’t worry.” He tosses his phone on the table.

I start to rub his shoulders. “Everything okay?” I regret asking as soon as it comes out my mouth. No personal questions. “Sorry, it’s none of my business.”

“That feels good, baby doll.”

“Why do you call me baby doll?” I ask as I continue to rub him down.

His arm comes around, gripping me around the waist and pulls me on his lap. He gently kisses my lips.

“Because Madison, you’re my favorite toy. So fucking precious, like a doll.” His mouth trails my jaw. “My fucking precious baby doll.”

I don’t know if I should be turned on that he called me his favorite toy or be offended because toys get thrown away.

“Baby doll, you’re a collectors item.” As if he can read my mind.

Yoel presses a kiss to my lips and I greedily kiss him back. His hands run down my back, taking my zipper down with them. Pushing me up he lets my dress fall to the ground before bringing me back to the bed.

“Fuck, you had nothing on under that all night?”

He’s standing in front of me, taking in my naked body.

“I was hoping I’d end my night here.” I bite lip.

“I’m glad you did.” His towel drops to the floor. His hard cock in his hand being stroked.

Licking my lips I sit up. “I want to taste you.” I have been dreaming of taking him in my mouth. He always taste me and now it was my turn.

He grabs my neck and eases me on my knees on the floor in front of him.

“Suck it,” he demands.

Without a second thought I take him in my mouth, savoring the taste of him. His hand now gripping my hair, guiding me up and down his length. Usually I would be annoyed at that but with him I loved it. He made me feel sexy.

I come up, twirling my tongue around his tip, making him groan.

“Stop teasing me, baby doll, and suck it.”

I take him back in deep, hitting the back of my throat, thanks to google I learned how not to gag. I’m taking all of him like a pro. He rocks into my mouth. Faster and faster as I suck harder and harder.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Yoel is gripping my hair tighter as he fucks my mouth faster. I suck harder bringing my hand to his balls and cup them, massaging them.

“Fuck yes, baby.” He growls out. “I’m coming.”

I moan sucking him until I feel his hot seed fill my mouth, I swallow it, I want to taste every part of him.

Smiling I stand up and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Yum, you’re not too bad yourself.”

I hurry to the bathroom before he can say anything. After washing out my mouth I make my way into the bed next to him.

“Can you just hold me tonight?” I ask nervously. I know this wasn’t what we did, but I just needed it.

Yoel lets a breath out behind me but pulls me close to him. “Anything you want, baby doll.”

The more Yoel treated me special, the more I wanted this all the time. Marcus was unknowingly pushing me into his bed every chance I could get. I know what I’m doing is wrong. It’s so wrong, but why does it feel so right being here in his arms and not in my fiancé’s.

Don’t let yourself fall, don’t blur the lines.
I tell myself before sleep consumes me.

She Ain’t My Girl- Trey Songz

One, two, Punch

One, two, Punch

One, two, punch, duck

“Come on, El!” Rico yells. “Get your fucking head in the ring. Your footwork is sloppy.”

I shake my head and nod to Chris, my sparring partner this morning.

We start again, this time I shut Rico up when I land a left hook on Chris’s helmet making him fall to the mat.

“God dammit, El” Rico watches Chris roll over, trying to get up.

I ignore him and duck out the ring to grab some water. Madison was fucking with my head. I haven’t heard from her in two days, since the night she asked me to hold her.

This plan was going to shit and fast. I shouldn’t be thinking about her, hoping to find her naked in my bed when I get home from training.

She almost caught me up when she found my gloves. I wasn’t expecting her to just show up and not call. The fact that I was sporting a black eye didn’t help.

I was relieved when she didn’t ask more questions. I wasn’t ready for her to find out, I know for a fact she’ll never talk to me again.

That’s kind of the whole point.

I ignore the voice in my head.

“Shit, look who just walked in.” Chris was standing next me looking to the front of the gym.

I turn to see what he’s going on about.

Speak of the devil. Kind of.

Marcus Wellington is walking toward me. He doesn’t look upset, so I doubt he knows I’m fucking his girl.

“Marcus.” I give him a head nod.

“El.” He smirks. “Thought I’d come by and say what’s up.”

“Sure your not here to learn my tricks?” I cock an eyebrow. Why was he really here?

He laughs. “As if I need your tricks, El. I hold the belt.”

“For now,” I counter back.

His phone rings and he digs it out his pocket. Looking at the screen he rolls his eyes annoyed, but bring the phone to his ear.

“Yes, Madison, what can I do for you?”

Madison?

That’s how he answers when his fiancé calls?

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” He pauses and sighs. “I have things to take care of so don’t wait up.” With that he slides his phone back in his pocket.

“The wife?” I force a smirk when really I want to hit him.
Four more months,
I tell myself

“Not my wife yet,” he says eyeing the redhead at the front desk. “Anyway, El. Just wanted to stop by grace you with my presence, but that redhead is calling me.” He turns before I can respond.

I bite my tongue.

I look at Chris. “Back in the ring. NOW!”

I needed to hit something before I fuck it all up and go after Marcus right now.

Rico is standing there when I turn around, shaking his head. I know what he wants to say. We both know this will crash and burn.

Seven.

I texted her seven fucking times. I never call, just text. I know she’s home alone, she doesn’t know that I know of course. I don’t understand why she’s ignoring me. So yeah we kind of cuddled the other night, what’s the big deal. She’s probably over thinking things,
again
.

My phone vibrated. I grab it hoping its Madison, but it’s not. It’s Chris reminding me that I have an appearance tonight at some club to promote the upcoming fight. Refusing to text Madison again I start to get dressed for tonight. If she wanted to act like this then fine.

She wasn’t my girl. I shouldn’t even be tripping.

Then why are you?

An hour later I’m stepping in the club with Chris and Rico’s old ass. I don’t know why he insisted on coming, but if he wants to be the old creepy guy in the club that’s on him.

I do the photos and autographs before heading into the VIP section. Of course Marcus is here, two girls on his lap. I forgot he would be here, I make a note to see what other dates I have set up with him.

Everyone is watching us to see if any drama will happen. I don’t plan on entertaining them, and after forty-five minutes they stop watching our every move.