I was shocked to hear what he said. Henry’s widow! It only meant the whole time I was with Henry; he has been hiding the biggest secret of them all! He was a married man. I couldn’t believe my ears. “Henry’s widow?” I half-stammered in response to the bomb that was just dropped on me. What other secrets did Henry conceal from me? My mind raced with other lurid thoughts. Next thing I will hear is that he had a child with Cassandra. Oh God, no. Could it be the niece that Chris mentioned in the conference room? I felt stupid, duped, most of all, I felt so dirty. It is not in my nature to consort with men who are married. Why would Henry do this to me? I watched Chris’ eyes grow more concerned that he said what he said to me. His eyes were full of sorrow as he nodded his head in response to my question. “Yes, Isabeau, Hank was married when you shot him and when you were with him, I am so sorry.” I heard Chris slowly said, as though he was trying to make every syllable register completely in my brain. I stared out the passenger window trying to calm myself from the information that has truly devastated me. Chris reached out and placed his hand on my knee. It was a pathetic attempt to comfort me as I flinched instantaneously. “I didn’t know he was married”, was all I could say but mumbled instead. My head was reeling in shock. I started to sob then I realized there was more of an important matter milling around my head. It was a question of why Chris would dream about his sister in law, and whispering in his dream how much he has missed her. What on earth did that mean? I raised my lowered head and without blinking, I looked Chris straight in the eyes and asked, “Is there anything else you might want to tell me?” and I watched his eyes narrow slightly from discomfort. He knew I would ask. He knew I wasn’t going to just ignore that fact. He lowered his head and nodded in defeat. Then he raised his gaze at me and whispered, “do you really want to know?” he stated sadly. I nodded my head. After all, what more can I expect that would outdo the matter of Henry being married while he was with me? I figured, at this point, I am prepared to hear the most outlandish shit I could know regarding this absolutely secretive brothers. And his mouth moved to relay to me the answer. “I was Cassandra’s lover, we were having an affair, about the same time Hank was fucking you.” Chris said unceremoniously, without emotion. To my surprise, I wasn’t sickened of hearing what I heard. I ought to be, but I wasn’t. Instead, it was something I almost already expected. Why, I do not know but of the latest happenings going on with me, it was something I almost found to be just normal. Chris looked at me inquisitively. He was gauging what the impact of his statement meant to me. I did not bat an eyelash when I mouthed “I see” to him. He was taken aback by my reaction. “You have nothing to say to what I just told you?” he asked imploringly. He wanted a different reaction, I could tell. He was not going to get anything from me but disenchantment. I was feeling disenchanted from everything and I was resolved to stay that way. I felt Chris’ warm breath by my cheek as he inched closer to me. “Isabeau, are you alright?” he asked, his voice was filled with both sadness and cruelty. It was as if he enjoyed the deliberateness in which he divulged the truth to me but showed concern for the actual meaning it had on me. I smiled at him. My brain was processing what situation this stranger had put me in and my mind was veering into the direction that he came to my life to get back at me, for Henry, for Cassandra and for his love for the widow of my former lover. Ah yes, that is exactly what is going on here. I don’t need to ask any more questions for what transpired between he and I were all planned out. Henry had the decency to fill me in on how one’s mind can deduce correctly what their hearts or instincts dictate. I wanted to get angry at him. I wanted Chris to feel the bitterness I was feeling. I wanted to lash at him but I couldn’t. There was something imploring in his eyes. It was as if he wanted me to be comforted by his presence. I finally spoke, “Was everything just a revenge on your part?” I said sternly. It did not come out as a question, but rather an accusation. It was a statement and not a query. I don’t even feel like he needed to respond. Something inside me just wanted him to know that I was not completely dumbfounded by his revelations. A part of me wanted him to know that had he not slept with me, his whole ploy would have been still known when I discover the truth between him and his half brother. “But what exactly is the truth between him and Henry?” my mind raced with that awful question. “Revenge on what exactly, Isabeau?” he finally intoned. His voice was sterner than mine. He tried to brush off the strand of hair covering my eye but I balked at him. “You were having an affair with your brother’s wife and I happened to be your brother’s lover, at the time. You were not upset that I didn’t ask Henry to leave his wife and be with me?” and my words poured out of me as though I was reciting it from a page of a speech given to me. I saw a slight smile escaped his lips. He was amused with what he has heard. He did not even flinch from the accusatory tone in which I have delivered my response.
“God, no, you have nothing to do with the end result of my affair with Cassandra,” Chris said, trying to explain and reassure me at the same time. “How did you get me to be your financial analyst? There are at least 3 dozens of financial analyst in my firm, you could have gone with any one of them, why me? And why tell me Henry was your half brother after you have signed the contracts? I am not stupid, Chris. If this was just a part of some sick game you want to play, I want out. I don’t like to be made…” but before I could finish my sentence, Chris grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me and I tried to wiggle out from his grasp but to no avail. His lips pressed against my lips as if he wanted not only to drown out the words coming from my lips but to convince me that he wanted me and that there is nothing I could do to break from his mouth, hungrily seeking my mouth, my hesitance. With continued struggle, I managed to push him away. But it was momentarily. He was upon me again and his hands reached down my blouse and his thumb and forefinger found my nipples and he caressed them softly at first then slightly pinched one, while whispering, “how can you doubt the effect you have on me when all I can think about right now is being inside you? Isabeau, Isabeau, you are not a pawn on anything, I am falling deep for you.” His voice was thick, husky, warm and it felt like sweet surrender was happening within me. I pulled away from him, enough to look into his eyes and all I saw was truth. “Why does he convey such honesty in his eyes?” I found myself asking in my mind. I lowered my gaze and looked down on my lap. My knees were slightly trembling. “Chris, I think it is best if we just move forward from this. I think we should have stopped even before anything has begun between us. You hired my firm to do a job for you and as willing as I was to sleep with you, that part you can omit from our services to you. I’m sorry.” I said to him without really believing my own words. “What if I said I am firing your firm and I wanted to continue this thing between us?” he asked, but he wasn’t asking. He sounded resolute. He was telling me that he wanted me, not my firm’s services. I shook my head no, but he tilted my face towards him. “Isabeau, I can find another consultant. I will not likely find another you. You have made me wild with desire for you.” Chris pleaded. I looked at him and smiled. “It was just one night, Dr. Brenner, nothing more.” I said confidently, slightly gloating at him. I want him to forget about last night. I wanted to get back to my detached demeanor, the one who was only concerned about making him millions, the hired help. My mind refuses to acknowledge the chemistry between us, even after the blows of his truth. “I don’t want it to be only one night between us. I want you more than I need your firm to do business with, Isabeau.” Chris finally stated. Even my gloating was not having an effect on him. My resolve was weakening hearing his husky, deep baritone. I was melting from his touch, his hand playing with my hair while the other hand slowly and softly caresses my thigh. Suddenly, he started the engine of the car and started driving. Fast! He found the nearest exit from the freeway and drove up to a wooded area, near Cedar River Park. He parked the car and got out and went around the car to open the door for me. Chris extended his hand for me to take it to get out of the car and I obliged. I stood face to face with him and he hungrily pressed his lips against mine once more before taking my hand in his and started to walk away from the car. “Where are we going?” I asked, my heart beat skipping fast due to the mystery and the excitement of his sudden move. “I have to have you now and we are far from the city, no one is here, just the two of us!” he replied matter of fact, his voice teeming with urgency and lust. I was flabbergasted but I was also turned on by his curtness. He said his statement as if he was half commanding me and half pleading with me to go along with it. “Is he really going to fuck me here out in the open public?” my mind was screaming at me to say no but my feet was just following where he was taking me. I couldn’t believe the effect he has on me. “Oh God, we will both be at the throes of passion and we will both get arrested for indecent act in public.” I mumbled to myself. I meant for my voice to carry and be heard, but it was a pathetic attempt on my part to disagree with him. My body wanted him to do what he is threatening to do with it and my heart agrees with my body but my mind wants to take control of a situation I want to occur. We reached a group of trees, shaded and the grassy area was where he scooped me up and brought me down gently. I tried to protest but he was upon me, not minding the grass stain that would eventually settle on his very expensive Armani suit, or my conservative Calvins.
To my surprise, the grass he laid me on was not wet or cold. The sunrise that had hit the area prior to us arriving must have warmed it beforehand. And then it happened. I felt the electricity of his touch and my mind was no more. He started kissing me on my neck, alternating from kissing me on the mouth, then back to other areas of my upper body while his hand gruffly tugged my panties off. Then I felt his warm hand on my mound, at first, gentle and barely touching my skin then I felt his finger ran vertically on my slit as he touched my warm wetness. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against him to feel his hardness. “Feel how much I need you right now, not want, but need, Isabeau.” He softly breathed in my ears as he unzipped his fly and allowed me to touch his cock. My eyes started to moisten from the heat my body was feeling. He parted my legs and entered me. “Sweet Jesus, he feels heavenly.” My mind lost in the sensation tried to deduce. His thrusts were ecstasy as my hips started to meet his. I felt my orgasm coming on as he nibbled on my ears, his breathing ragged and lost in the dirty deed we were doing, when suddenly, he stopped. He stopped moving inside me and he propped himself on his elbows still inside me. He looked down upon my face and told me how beautiful I am when I am in complete surrender to his body. I wanted to beg him to continue slipping in and out of me, to go on deeper then pull out slowly but he buried his face in the crook of my neck and told me to turn over. “I want to fuck you from behind, but don’t get on your knees, just stay down.” He urged me. He got up and slipped out of me to give me room to do what he has requested. I was shaking with lust and hurriedly rolled over to my stomach. I turned my face to try and catch a glimpse of him but he was by my feet as I felt his hands on my ankles separating them wider. He got in between my legs and I felt him enter me slowly. I tried to arch my back to make his entry easier but he pushed down on the small of my back and I felt his cock pushed into me in an awkward angle but a devastatingly delicious and halfway discomforting way. He rammed his cock deep into me and I heard him whisper in a raspy tone, “does it hurt good?” his voice husky, commanding, searching and demanding for an affirmation. All his weight almost feels heaped upon me but they weren’t. I gasped when I felt his whole manhood inside me in the angle he went in. “Yes, yes, it hurts so good, don’t stop.” I heard myself moaning to him, begging him to proceed with what he was making me feel. I felt his hand come up to my hair as he slowly brushed off the hair on my face. “I can split you in half if I do what my cock desires to do with you right now.” He said gutturally while thrusting inside me. I felt trapped in the position we were in, but a part of me got even more excited hearing what he said. It was partly menacing and very lusty. All I managed was a semi moan of acceptance that indeed, he can split me in half, if he truly wished it and he will not get too much of a protest from me.
(to be continued)
“God, no, you have nothing to do with the end result of my affair with Cassandra,” Chris said, trying to explain and reassure me at the same time. “How did you get me to be your financial analyst? There are at least 3 dozens of financial analyst in my firm, you could have gone with any one of them, why me? And why tell me Henry was your half brother after you have signed the contracts? I am not stupid, Chris. If this was just a part of some sick game you want to play, I want out. I don’t like to be made…” but before I could finish my sentence, Chris grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me and I tried to wiggle out from his grasp but to no avail. His lips pressed against my lips as if he wanted not only to drown out the words coming from my lips but to convince me that he wanted me and that there is nothing I could do to break from his mouth, hungrily seeking my mouth, my hesitance. With continued struggle, I managed to push him away. But it was momentarily. He was upon me again and his hands reached down my blouse and his thumb and forefinger found my nipples and he caressed them softly at first then slightly pinched one, while whispering, “how can you doubt the effect you have on me when all I can think about right now is being inside you? Isabeau, Isabeau, you are not a pawn on anything, I am falling deep for you.” His voice was thick, husky, warm and it felt like sweet surrender was happening within me. I pulled away from him, enough to look into his eyes and all I saw was truth. “Why does he convey such honesty in his eyes?” I found myself asking in my mind. I lowered my gaze and looked down on my lap. My knees were slightly trembling. “Chris, I think it is best if we just move forward from this. I think we should have stopped even before anything has begun between us. You hired my firm to do a job for you and as willing as I was to sleep with you, that part you can omit from our services to you. I’m sorry.” I said to him without really believing my own words. “What if I said I am firing your firm and I wanted to continue this thing between us?” he asked, but he wasn’t asking. He sounded resolute. He was telling me that he wanted me, not my firm’s services. I shook my head no, but he tilted my face towards him. “Isabeau, I can find another consultant. I will not likely find another you. You have made me wild with desire for you.” Chris pleaded. I looked at him and smiled. “It was just one night, Dr. Brenner, nothing more.” I said confidently, slightly gloating at him. I want him to forget about last night. I wanted to get back to my detached demeanor, the one who was only concerned about making him millions, the hired help. My mind refuses to acknowledge the chemistry between us, even after the blows of his truth. “I don’t want it to be only one night between us. I want you more than I need your firm to do business with, Isabeau.” Chris finally stated. Even my gloating was not having an effect on him. My resolve was weakening hearing his husky, deep baritone. I was melting from his touch, his hand playing with my hair while the other hand slowly and softly caresses my thigh. Suddenly, he started the engine of the car and started driving. Fast! He found the nearest exit from the freeway and drove up to a wooded area, near Cedar River Park. He parked the car and got out and went around the car to open the door for me. Chris extended his hand for me to take it to get out of the car and I obliged. I stood face to face with him and he hungrily pressed his lips against mine once more before taking my hand in his and started to walk away from the car. “Where are we going?” I asked, my heart beat skipping fast due to the mystery and the excitement of his sudden move. “I have to have you now and we are far from the city, no one is here, just the two of us!” he replied matter of fact, his voice teeming with urgency and lust. I was flabbergasted but I was also turned on by his curtness. He said his statement as if he was half commanding me and half pleading with me to go along with it. “Is he really going to fuck me here out in the open public?” my mind was screaming at me to say no but my feet was just following where he was taking me. I couldn’t believe the effect he has on me. “Oh God, we will both be at the throes of passion and we will both get arrested for indecent act in public.” I mumbled to myself. I meant for my voice to carry and be heard, but it was a pathetic attempt on my part to disagree with him. My body wanted him to do what he is threatening to do with it and my heart agrees with my body but my mind wants to take control of a situation I want to occur. We reached a group of trees, shaded and the grassy area was where he scooped me up and brought me down gently. I tried to protest but he was upon me, not minding the grass stain that would eventually settle on his very expensive Armani suit, or my conservative Calvins.
To my surprise, the grass he laid me on was not wet or cold. The sunrise that had hit the area prior to us arriving must have warmed it beforehand. And then it happened. I felt the electricity of his touch and my mind was no more. He started kissing me on my neck, alternating from kissing me on the mouth, then back to other areas of my upper body while his hand gruffly tugged my panties off. Then I felt his warm hand on my mound, at first, gentle and barely touching my skin then I felt his finger ran vertically on my slit as he touched my warm wetness. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against him to feel his hardness. “Feel how much I need you right now, not want, but need, Isabeau.” He softly breathed in my ears as he unzipped his fly and allowed me to touch his cock. My eyes started to moisten from the heat my body was feeling. He parted my legs and entered me. “Sweet Jesus, he feels heavenly.” My mind lost in the sensation tried to deduce. His thrusts were ecstasy as my hips started to meet his. I felt my orgasm coming on as he nibbled on my ears, his breathing ragged and lost in the dirty deed we were doing, when suddenly, he stopped. He stopped moving inside me and he propped himself on his elbows still inside me. He looked down upon my face and told me how beautiful I am when I am in complete surrender to his body. I wanted to beg him to continue slipping in and out of me, to go on deeper then pull out slowly but he buried his face in the crook of my neck and told me to turn over. “I want to fuck you from behind, but don’t get on your knees, just stay down.” He urged me. He got up and slipped out of me to give me room to do what he has requested. I was shaking with lust and hurriedly rolled over to my stomach. I turned my face to try and catch a glimpse of him but he was by my feet as I felt his hands on my ankles separating them wider. He got in between my legs and I felt him enter me slowly. I tried to arch my back to make his entry easier but he pushed down on the small of my back and I felt his cock pushed into me in an awkward angle but a devastatingly delicious and halfway discomforting way. He rammed his cock deep into me and I heard him whisper in a raspy tone, “does it hurt good?” his voice husky, commanding, searching and demanding for an affirmation. All his weight almost feels heaped upon me but they weren’t. I gasped when I felt his whole manhood inside me in the angle he went in. “Yes, yes, it hurts so good, don’t stop.” I heard myself moaning to him, begging him to proceed with what he was making me feel. I felt his hand come up to my hair as he slowly brushed off the hair on my face. “I can split you in half if I do what my cock desires to do with you right now.” He said gutturally while thrusting inside me. I felt trapped in the position we were in, but a part of me got even more excited hearing what he said. It was partly menacing and very lusty. All I managed was a semi moan of acceptance that indeed, he can split me in half, if he truly wished it and he will not get too much of a protest from me.
(to be continued)