Mandy

While sharing our entrée Trey becomes increasingly quiet, as if he is contemplating something. After several minutes he looks up at me with a twinkle in those gorgeous brown eyes and gives me a subtle smile. He leans back in his chair, stretches and lets out a long sigh as if he has been wrestling with his thoughts.

“I’m still trying to figure out how you landed here, but I must admit it’s starting not to matter,” he admits, placing his hand on mine and softly caressing it with his thumb. “There is something special about you,” he says after several seconds, making me feel a flutter inside.

“I’m flattered. But after spending the day with Liv, I think the two of you need to figure out where you are at,” I tell him, instinctively pulling my hand away. He really is a gorgeous hunk of a man, but I better be careful or I’m going to find myself in a whole lot of trouble.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier.” He pauses looking reflectively at the spot on the table where my hand had been. “Did Liv actually tell you that I’m making her miserable?”

“Actually, it was kind of an educated guess on my part. She just made it sound like it’s a one-sided relationship,” I reply, toning down Liv’s actual words.

“I guess she has always been a spoiled rich girl, so I haven’t really noticed a change in her attitude. She was a little more bitchy today, but I thought it was just the hangover.” He shakes his head, probably wondering why the hell he puts up with her.

“You guys just need to figure out whether or not you are in a relationship. She told me you were just friends, but she definitely seems pissed that you don’t pay more attention to her.” She really doesn’t like it when you pay attention to me.

“I’ll talk to her, but she has known all along that I’m not interested in a serious relationship right now. Let’s get out of here,” he says abruptly, pulling several hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and slipping them inside the check holder. “The rest is yours, you did a great job,” he tells the waiter as he hands it to him on our way out the door.

Trey takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. “What kind of cologne do you wear?” I have to ask, since it’s something that I have been wondering since the moment I met him.

“It’s a custom blend by Clive Christian. Do you like it?” He looks directly into my eyes and the flutter that was residing in my stomach instantly spreads to my chest.

“Yes. It’s quite intoxicating,” I reply, feeling breathless.

“Kind of like tequila?” He raises his left eyebrow and gives me another smirk.

“Yeah, something like that.” I give him a little jab in the ribs for bringing that up again.

“I like to call it, Sure Fuck.” He laughs as the elevator doors close and we begin our short decent to our suites.

“I can definitely see why you would call it that.” I shake my head, finding it hard to believe that he just shared that with me.

Unfortunately the warm, fuzzy feeling that had been building inside of me is doused by a cold dose of reality upon entering Trey’s suite. Liv looks up from painting her toenails, sitting on his bed in nothing but a tank top and panties. Much to my dismay, she looks even more incredible with less clothing.

“I was about to come looking for you guys.” She jabs playfully, before going back to her toes. The three empty margarita glasses sitting next to the bed explain her improved mood.

“Feeling better?” Trey asks, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Yeah, you were right. A few margaritas and a filet did the trick,” she replies without looking up. “Sorry I was so bitchy earlier.”

“That’s alright,” Trey replies, before escorting me into the adjacent suite.

“I’m going to have a talk with her,” he whispers, leaving me with a look that makes me feel as if he would rather stay.

He is such a sexy man. I look down at my trembling hands after he closes the door. What’s wrong with me? I’ve never let a guy get to me like this. So what if he’s rich and good-looking, he’s my first case, so I can’t mess this up. That cologne of his though; that shit should be outlawed!

Trey

Thanks to several margaritas and some decent protein, Liv is human once again. Judging by the look on Mandy’s face, I think she was as surprised as me to find her half-naked on my bed. We had finally started warming up to each other during the last part of the meal. If she and I were here alone tonight, I think there may have been a chance of picking up right where she left off last night. I’m still not sure what she’s up to, but regardless, I’m pretty sure I can handle it.

“I didn’t think you liked brunettes?” Liv asks suspiciously when I re-enter the room.

“You know I prefer beautiful, blue-eyed blondes.” I give her a playful wink before heading over to the sink to splash some water on my face.

“You two seem to be getting along pretty well.” She glares at me while screwing the top on her nail polish.

“You really didn’t leave us much choice, honey,” I reply giving her a steely glare.

“I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She drops her face into her hands instantly going from sanguine to overly dramatic.

“Am I making you miserable?” I ask, wanting to explore what Mandy had suggested during dinner. “If I’m the one who is making you so unhappy, then something needs to change.”

“You make me really happy part of the time,” she looks up with a conflicted look, grabbing my belt buckle and pulling me closer to the bed. “Your complete lack of commitment, however, is what’s making me miserable.”

“I thought you and I had an agreement on that.” My mind begins searching for clues as to when our arrangement might have changed. Nothing has changed in my mind.

“We do, but maybe I have decided I want more.” She unbuttons my pants and lets them fall to the floor. “Maybe I want to be more than friends.”

I hold my tongue as she runs her fingertips along the curve of my bulge. I have to admit that she definitely knows how to turn me on. Those long legs, that curvy ass and those gorgeous blue eyes always get me going. I had fully intended to suggest breaking up, but now I’m standing here like a speechless robot instead.

She sticks her elbow into her tank top and lifts it over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Her perfect C cups bounce just slightly as she spins toward me and wraps her legs around my waist. “Come on Trey, make me happy.”

“Now that, I can do.” I breathe a sigh of relief and lower her back onto the bed. Liv and I have always had incredible physical chemistry, but everything else is absolutely painful. I drop my boxers before hooking her panties with two fingers and sliding them down her outstretched legs.

“Give me that big dick of yours.” She reaches for it and gives me a little growl. I have to laugh as I crawl onto the bed to allow her full access. “You do me at the same time,” she instructs, so I roll onto my back and pull her leg over me, establishing the perfect sixty-nine.

She lets out a squeal of delight as my tongue dives between the lips of her sweet tasting pussy. Each time she goes down on me, I give her another flick of my tongue. When she begins stroking me with her hand, I draw her clit into my mouth and begin ravaging it between my tongue and lips. Before long, she gives in and is ready to turn around.

“You always win at that.” She pants, positioning her hot, wet pussy against the tip of my dick before slowly easing it in. “God, I don’t know what I would do without this cock.” And there it is… the real reason why she is willing to stay, in spite of the fact that our relationship will never move beyond this stage.

She arches her back, throws her head back and braces her hands against my chest. As I watch her tits bounce above me, I think back to how I used to imagine this as a teenager. It’s perfect. It’s the wrong girl, but visually it’s exactly how I imagined it.

I feel her pussy gripping me tighter as she begins to tremble. She continues to move her hips just slightly and I can feel the nubs of her G-spot rubbing against my head. Her body continues to tremble until she comes to a complete stop. “Oh fuck, I love that,” she finally whispers before collapsing back onto me.

“Now it’s my turn.” I grab her hips and roll her onto her back. I don’t even give her a chance to recover before plunging deep within her. She lets out a gasp that lets me know that her pussy is still a bit too sensitive, so I slow down just a bit. I love how it feels to slowly fuck her excited pussy. It feels like it’s gripping me each time I pull back.

“Fuck me hard and deep,” she finally says, giving me the green light. I begin stroking her more firmly, bottoming out each time. I can feel a bead of sweat running down the center of my forehead as my primal instincts and hormones are fully in charge. I kiss her neck hungrily and suck her flesh between my teeth.

“No hickeys!” She pushes me away in protest.

I laugh and go right back in. Kissing and sucking her neck while giving her pussy everything I have to offer. I can feel the tension building up within me as she begins to moan loudly and tremble once again. I increase the intensity a bit more, trying to push her over the edge ahead of me. “Oh fuck…” she gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on tight as I give her the final strokes on the way to my own climax.

I give her a kiss on the lips and smile. “That was awesome!”

“Yes, it was,” she agrees, as I lie down beside her. I put my arm around her and close my eyes.

“See this is where I get sad,” she confesses a minute or two later.

“Why?” I open my eyes and acting as if I don’t know the reason.

She turns toward me with sadness filling her eyes. “Because, that was where you were supposed to tell me that you love me.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” I give her another kiss on the lips, closing my eyes once again and pulling her closer to me. I know she wants me to say it… but I just can’t lie about that.

Mandy

My god! Are they finally done? That was some talk. I wish someone would talk to me that way. I’ve never had one orgasm like that, much less two in a row! I was trying not to eaves drop, but Liv wasn’t exactly being discreet. Fuck! As of this moment, I no longer feel sorry for her. Who needs love when you are getting laid like that? I would be happy with that arrangement any day of the week.

As everything goes quiet, I’m still lying here struggling with my own emotions. The lust that I was feeling earlier has definitely surged to a new peak, but now it’s accompanied by jealousy and frustration. My intent in coming here was the complete opposite of what is happening. Why did he have to be both sexy and charming? I run a couple fingers between my moist lips, but I know that won’t even come close to what Liv just experienced. She has no idea how good she has it. Flying around the world in a private jet, getting wined and dined in the finest restaurants and then she acts like she’s a goddamn victim. Okay, now I’m just plain angry.

Trey

Due to the combination of jet lag, a long day, alcohol and great sex, I crash hard when my head finally hits the pillow. I often have trouble sleeping in strange hotels, but this time I don’t hear a thing until sometime around four in the morning. I keep hearing a buzzing sound that’s just loud enough to wake me from a deep sleep. I roll over, deciding to ignore it. It’s pitch black in the room and I really don’t want to go hunting for my phone. Whatever is going on will wait until morning. It’s only about ten o’clock in New York and seven back in California, which is exactly why I turned the phone to vibrate in the first place. Five or six buzzes later; I drag my ass out of bed and search for the switch on the desk lamp.

“What are you doing?” Liv hits me with her annoyed voice as soon as light floods the room.

“My fucking phone keeps buzzing.” I grab my bag and begin rifling through it as the buzzing again. “What the hell is going on?” I click the button as I pick up the phone. It shows that I have seven missed calls, eleven missed messages and nineteen Facebook notifications. This can’t be good.

Mom has called four times, so I click on her voice message first.

“Trey, this is your mother calling. Please call me back as soon as you can. Your father was shot and killed tonight…” her voice trails off and I can hear a reporter talking on TV. “Please call me back,” she adds before hanging up.

Dad was shot? Did she say killed? Wow! A half-dozen different thoughts flash through my mind as I try to wrap my head around what I just heard.

“What’s wrong?” Liv’s voice turns to concern, apparently in response to the shocked look on my face. “Trey, you’re scaring me!”

“I think Dad was killed tonight.” The words just linger in the air. I can’t even comprehend that someone would actually kill him. A wave of guilt immediately washes over me. So many times I’ve wished ill upon him and now something has happened. I punch Mom’s number and wait for her to answer.

“Hello?” she answers in a quiet, shaky voice.

“What’s going on?” My entire body goes weak as I search for a place to sit down.

“It’s all over the news, Trey. Someone shot your father.” She pauses trying to maintain her composure.

“Where? When?” A dozen other questions flood my mind.

“He and his girlfriend were getting into a limo, outside the Palace Theater,” she pauses again before squeaking out a few more words. “Someone… someone shot him right in the head.”

I pull my phone away from my ear for a moment because it’s beeping constantly. It’s the Facebook app, it’s going nuts. “Do they know who did it?”

“No. From what I’m hearing on TV it was a long-range shot. They are thinking that a professional of some kind might have been involved. They are trying to figure out where the shot came from…” Her voice cracks again.

Even though Mom and Dad have been divorced for nearly seven years, it seems as if she has never stopped loving him. His “girlfriend” as she refers to her is actually his fiancé, but she has never acknowledged the fact.

“I’m going to let you go,” I tell her, since she is obviously engrossed in the news reports. ‘I’ll be back in the city tomorrow night. I’ll see you then.”

“Be safe,” she whispers before hanging up. Be safe is right.

“You should go get some sleep,” I coax Liv, who has been rubbing my back during the brief conversation with Mom.

“Are you sure? I can stay up if you want to talk,” she offers.

“No. I’ll be fine. Go grab the other bed in Mandy’s room. I’m going to take a shower and then I need to return some phone calls.” I take her by the hand and lead her over to the door of the other suite. “I’ll let you go in alone, I don’t want to catch Mandy in a compromising position or anything.” I give her a subtle smile.

“At least you still have your sense of humor.” She gives me a look of disapproval before opening the door and disappearing inside.

I wander into the bathroom feeling completely numb, turn the dial on the shower and wait for warm water to arrive. I’m probably in shock, but I certainly don’t feel like someone who just found out his father has been killed. If anything, I feel a strange sense of relief. I’m a multi-billionaire. The thought crosses my mind as I stand under the water and let it rain down over me. I know it sounds cold, but at least the timing of all this was pretty incredible. I’m sorry Dad; that was morbid.

* * *

“Hi Trey, I’ve been expecting your call.” Vanessa’s voice shocks me as she answers my brother’s phone.

“It sounds like a crazy night, huh? Where is Tyler?”

“He’s here.” Her voice sounds hesitant. “He hasn’t said a word since he saw it on the news,” she whispers. “It’s almost like he’s in a trance.”

“He’s in shock. I think I am too.” I run my fingers through my hair still not knowing exactly what I am feeling.

“Yeah, we all are. The scene was so haunting.” Her voice quivers. “You could see all of the blood that had splattered against the window of the limo.”

“Okay… that’s enough. I don’t need any disturbing images to go along with this.” My stomach turns over and I begin to feel light headed. It’s way too early in the morning dealing with this sort of thing.

“I’m sorry. They shouldn’t have shown it on TV. Your mother was absolutely mortified. I was on the phone with her when we both saw it,” she explains.

“Yeah, I talked to her a little bit ago. It seems like she’s taking it pretty hard,” I say in agreement. “Will you guys keep an eye on her until I get there?”

“Of course, where are you?” she asks with a hint of annoyance.

“I’m in Geneva, Switzerland. I have a meeting that starts in a couple of hours. I’ll let them know what has happened and hopefully we can wrap things up by mid-afternoon. I’m going to try to make it back to New York by early evening. It’s an eight-hour flight but I’ll gain six, so that’s a plus.”

“Okay Trey, we’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll let Tyler know you called,” she murmurs before hanging up on me.

“See you tomorrow.” My love. The dull ache that normally resides deep within my heart immediately rises to the surface. The worst part of this trip is going to be spending time with her and Tyler. The closer she is to me, the more it hurts. I’m going to need some extra Xanax.