Hours after she left the prison, Lauren Holden sat in her car as it idled. She was parked in the back of St. Mark’s Church. Her mind was racing about how she was going to get Jasper out of prison, and simultaneously destroy Darla Lovell. Lauren twirled that sapphire cocktail ring around her finger watching the light from the street lamp glint off of it through the windshield.
Lauren didn’t want to return home. Positive that her fiancé Peter was sleeping with Darla, Lauren didn’t want to be near him. She wasn’t ready to return to the office either. Instead, she sat there in the parking lot, reliving every detail Jasper told her regarding Whitey Smith, Darla Lovell, Lucas Jackson and the Triumph Towers. There was still a missing piece. Lauren needed to find it.
She stuffed the ring back in her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed Peter’s phone. After three rings he picked it up, “Lauren! Where are you? You have had me worried sick! You left here in such a huff. I called your office and Marta said you had left hours ago! Are you ok, princess? Come home and tell me what happened.” His voice was definitely overly concerned and Lauren immediately distrusted it. In fact, Lauren suspected Darla was standing right there with Peter.
“No, no. Peter I’m fine. Really. Everything is ok. I just had a little bit of a rough day but I’m fine now.” She bit her lip as she paused then added, “You really don’t have to worry. I just went to do some research at the law library. Still learning the ropes, you know!” She tried to sound cheery and convincing, dumbing down the fact that she could really be onto something much bigger. Perhaps, she was even onto a conspiracy that was completely out of her league.
“Ok, princess. Just come home. We’ll take a nice bath and I’ll pamper you just the way you like. You know what I mean.” He winked on the other end of the phone as if Lauren could see it. Peter was taught that in order to sell it, you had to believe it, so winking helped him, in his mind, sound more convincing.
“You know what, Peter, that sounds really great but … I have to prepare for a meeting with Darla, so I’m just going to stay here a bit longer. Don’t wait up. I’ll be home late.” Lauren hung up before he could say another word.
She stared at the phone. She was sure that if Darla wasn’t there, Darla had at least told him what was happening. The only thing Lauren wasn’t sure of was the degree of Peter’s involvement.
Lauren kept the car running, but moved to a shadowed part of the lot where she could cloak the car in darkness. Then, with her pen light, she opened the files and started studying them. She was sure she had overlooked something … just one thing was all she needed.
***
Peter McElroy stared at his cell phone as the line went dead, “Shit! She fucking knows something is up.” He turned angrily to face Darla Lovell, who was indeed standing in the apartment next to him. “What the fuck, Darla?” He threw the phone down on the couch and went to the bar to pour himself a scotch.
Darla shrugged her shoulders, “Everything is under control Peter. She doesn’t know anything at all. I went to visit Jasper after she did. He just fed her the story we discussed. Everything is lining up just as we planned.”
Darla started to unbutton her blouse as she walked toward Peter. It was a satin button down in cream and it went lovely with her pearls. “Aren’t you going to pour me one?” She batted her lashes at him as her hands moved over his arms.
Peter frowned and took a sip from the glass. Then he held the glass up to her blood red lips, his eyes staring at her mouth. Darla let the tip of her tongue dance along the crystal rim as her eyes locked onto his. Peter was easy to manipulate, simply just fuck him. His cock was his downfall. She watched the anger in Peter’s eyes switch to lust almost instantly.
Her fingertips moved up to the bottom of the rocks glass and gently tipped it up while he was holding it. The amber fluid tipped over the edge and drizzled down her bottom lip, then her chin, then her neck until it finally got lost in the valley of her tits.
Peter wasted no time chasing after it. He was so very predictable when it came to sex. Peter was powerful in the boardroom and believed that automatically made him powerful in the bedroom – he wasn’t. He was average at best, but believed every fuck session with Darla was like a porno. He stuck his tongue out all the way and let it follow the amber trail of scotch, growling as he stuffed his face in her bosom.
Darla drove the fingers of one hand into his hair encouraging him to feast on her heaving tits while she reached for his belt with her other hand. “Don’t you worry about your princess, Peter. I’ve got it all covered. She’ll fall hook, line and sinker for Jasper, and the two of them will take the fall for the Lucas Jackson's murder and the murder of Whitey Smith. I just need a little bit longer to get my hands on the deed to the land.”
Peter dropped the glass right where they stood and clutched Darla’s round pilates-formed ass with both hands, kneading her flesh as his cock ached in his pants, “Darla, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you right now. Less talking, more pussy.” He said, pulling her skirt up over her ass.
“Of course, you are dear … of course, you are.” Peter never saw her eyes roll.
Whitey was the better fuck of the two, hands down. Peter, however, was going to get her to the end game … or so she thought. Her fingers found his zipper and dropped it. His pants soon followed and puddled around his ankles. “Peter … one thing.” She was stroking his cock now with long, slow pulls.
Peter grunted a response as he shuffled into her and pushed her against the wall.
“I need you to get me a meeting with Lorenzo Mauriello. I want to tell him where he can find his money, myself.” She pressed her back to the wall to gain leverage and lifted her legs, wrapping them around Peter’s waist. He entered her immediately.
“No, Darla, no. I can’t do that. Mauriello just wants his money. He doesn’t … fuck, Darla, you feel so good. Please, can we talk about this later?” Peter was in full thrust now, shoving his dick deep inside her rhythmically.
Darla clenched her legs and looked into Peter’s eyes, “Peter, we have a deal. It’s time. I want the meeting.” She clenched her walls around his shaft, holding him still inside her as her legs locked around his waist so he couldn’t move easily.
“Darla, not now … You have me so turned on,” Peter tried to reason with her but she wasn’t having it. Her eyes were steely and he knew she was going to get her way. “Fine, fine! Just don’t fuck him!”
Darla grinned like the Cheshire cat and released her grip on him, letting him pump once again, “Good boy, Peter … good boy.”