False Illusions (False #1) (4 page)

“Where are you? I made dinner.”

I hear him sigh. “Um, I’m eating dinner at the gym with Tim and Nick. Don’t wait up late.”

I shake my head. I don’t even know why I still try. “Mom called, do me a favor and keep the slut you’re with out of the spotlight. I just hope they are all worth it.”

“Madison, we both know you aren’t going anywhere. Don’t wait up.” The line goes dead.

I refrain from throwing my phone into a wall. Fuck I hate how he’s right. Marcus knows I can’t go anywhere, that’s why he does the shit he does. Taking a deep breath I make my way to the bathroom. I have somewhere to be. I may be stuck with him, but I can still play his game.

Lana Del Rey plays while I shower and dress. I pull out my favorite black lace bra and panty set. Leaving my long, pale blonde hair straight. I decided not to go crazy with my makeup just some mascara and blush.

Not wanting to put too much into my look I settle on a pair of black skinny jeans and off the shoulder grey tee shirt. After slipping on my black ankle boots I grab my bag, leather jacket and phone. On the way down the elevator I debate on driving or taking a cab. I don’t want to risk my car being seen, sure Vegas is a huge city, but I didn’t want to take a chance.

I quickly call a cab and slide on my sunglasses and wait outside. 

I send Chels a text, telling her if Marcus decides to look for me to tell him I’m with her and my phone is dead.

She texts back a second later.
No problem babe, call me tomorrow!

Turning my phone off I throw it in my purse as I slide into the cab.

“MGM please.” I sit back and smile.

Say It- Tory Lanez

It’s eight forty five and Madison isn’t here. Maybe I read her wrong, maybe all it was a one-night stand for her. The room service I had brought up is staring at me. I thought we would have some dinner and watch a movie. Sure I planned on having my dessert later on in the night, but I need to play this right with her. It’s the worst kept secret that Marcus cheats on her. I’m sure he’s rarely home and the tightness of her pussy tells me she isn’t being fucked regularly.

Annoyed, I take a shower and get ready to relax, throwing on a pair of sweats. Turning the T.V. on in the bedroom I hear something coming from the main room.

I’m shocked to see Madison standing by the table looking at the covered plates.

I clear my throat and she turns to face me. Fuck me she beautiful without make-up.

“Was this for me?” she asks quietly pointing to the food.

I nod as I walk to her.

She gives a sad smile. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Could have called.” I stop a few feet away from her.

She takes a couple of steps to me and looks up. I never realized she was so short, then again she didn’t have on six-inch heels. Her clear, grey eyes stare at me and she gets on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. Her lips are soft.

“You’re right, I should have. Thank you for dinner.”

Remember who she is. Don’t lose it over a fucking kiss on the cheek.

I step back. “Well, you’re here now. Have you eaten?”

She shakes her head no and turns, taking a seat the table. I walk around to sit on the other side. The food is still surprisingly warm  when we take the covers off.

Madison smiles. “Pasta, my favorite.”

I make a mental note that pasta is her favorite. Not sure why I should care.

I smile and nod, taking a bite of the chicken I had ordered with veggies instead of pasta.

Madison asked how my day went and I had to remember my lie. I didn’t know jack shit about advertising, but somehow I pulled some shit out my ass about having meetings all day, she didn’t seem to notice. I said a silent prayer and made a mental note to google some shit later.

I found out that she had a degree in journalism from UCLA. I was impressed, she was smart. Then why was she putting up with his shit?

“Where did you get your degree in Marketing?” She asks taking a sip of her wine.

I think quick. “Georgia State.” Not a lie. I did go. For a semester.

She nods and goes on to talk about going to UCLA. I’m surprised she didn’t rush and was in a sorority. She wrote for the school paper.

“I’m a nerd. Books make me happy.” Madison shrugs smiling.

“Nothing wrong with that.”

I make up stories about my ‘college days’ and she eats it up thankfully. She claims to have a horrible sense of humor and what she says next makes me believe her.

“Knock, Knock” She sips her wine.

I laugh. “Seriously?”

She nods. “Knock, Knock.”

I sit back in my chair. “Who’s there”

“Some.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. “Some who?”

Madison purses her lips trying not to smile.

“Some bitch is telling a knock, knock joke.” She busts out laughing and I can’t help but follow.

“Baby doll, that was horrible.” I smile.

She shrugs. “One more?”

One turns into three more horrible jokes that she laughs at and I laugh at her for laughing at her own lame jokes.

She kicks off her boots and stands up, her long hair whipping around her.

Slowly she lifts her shirt over her head, I gaze up her flat stomach to the sexy lace bra holding her full breasts.

Her black jeans follow, showing me the matching thong that showed off her nice ass.

I push my plate and glass to the middle of the table, patting in front of me.

“Come here.”

She walks over to me and sits on the table. Hooking my finger on the black lace I tug the thong down her smooth legs and toss them to the side.

“Lay back, I’m ready for dessert.”  I watch her lay back on the glass table. I spread her legs and put them over my shoulders, pulling her bare pussy to my face.

Kissing the inside of her thighs my mouth makes its way to her folds. She’s already wet for me.

I devour her, licking and sucking her sensitive mound. Her body shakes but I hold her down as she moans and tries to grip my hair. After licking up her orgasm I stand, pushing my sweatpants down and grip my hard erection.

I run my hand down her body then press it against her inner thigh holding her open as I slam into her warm wetness.

“Fuck, baby doll, so fucking wet.”

Madison moans and arches her back off the table. “Yes,” she barely breathes out.

My fingers circle her clit as I pound into her, driving her crazy.

And she’s driving me crazy with her moans, I know I’m not going to last this first round.

I quicken my thrusts, my balls getting tight and I know I’m going to lose it.

Madison’s legs start to shake. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, baby doll.” I smack her thigh.

Fuck. My eyes close as I fill her up, every last drop. We stay there, panting trying to catch our breath. Then it hits me, I just fucked her raw. What the fuck was I thinking.

“I’m on the pill, you can stop looking like your dog just died.” She pushes herself up and off the table.

I pull my sweatpants up as I watch her start to get dressed.

“And where exactly are you going that you need to be clothed?”

She smirks. “I have to go home.”

Fuck home. I’ll put money on it that she’s going back to an empty home, and empty bed.

“Stay,” I find myself telling her.

“I can’t.” She turns from me while she slips her boots on.

I grind my teeth. “Well I want to see you again.”

Madison looks up to me, biting her bottom lip. All I want to do is take that lip in my mouth.

“We can’t keep doing this, I’m engaged.”

“To someone who clearly isn’t taking care of your needs, he’s probably never even home.” I step close to her, my finger tracing her jaw. “He has no idea what he has, baby doll.” Fuck, I said too much.

She looks away and then back at me, staring at me for what feels like forever. She knows I’m right, she doesn’t know how right I am. She doesn’t know that I know all about that asshole.

“We need rules if we’re going to do this,” she finally says.

I take a breath in relief. I can’t have her ruining my plans.

“Shoot.”

She licks her lips. “Don’t share personal things. Don’t go out in public, this stays here.”

I stare in her grey eyes. “And don’t catch feelings,” I add

She nods. “Don’t fall in love.”

A laugh escapes me. “I don’t do love, so no problem.”

“Good.” I watch her pick up her purse. “I have to go.”

I watch her leave.  I know I’m really playing with fire right now, but I’m not ready to put out this flame. Guilt picks at me, part of me knows that I’ll regret this fucked plan, but I can’t stop it now.

Going to bed alone was not the plan tonight. Taking out my phone I flick through my pictures, the ones I took of her sleeping the first night I met her. Her hair fanned around her, dark lashes resting against her cheeks. She was fucking beautiful. She was fucking everything I wasn’t ready for. This was supposed to be easy.

I only had her twice. This was going to be a struggle.

I’m overthinking this. Lust can be a bitch.

“Where were you last night?” Rico is already down my fucking throat when I walk in the gym the next morning.

“In my room, where the fuck else would I be?” I was anxious to spar with someone, anyone. I needed to get this tension out of me.

“Don’t be a smart ass. I saw some broad coming from your room in the elevator. Did you forget I was right below you?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “She looks real familiar, El. I thought we talked about this.”

I strip off my jacket and t-shirt. “Relax.” I didn’t want to talk about what I was doing with Madison, because I didn’t really know what I was doing anymore.

“Relax? This is the stupidest shit you have done, it’s going to blow up in your fucking face. This fight will make or break your career.”

I spin to face him and narrow my eyes. “You don’t have to keep fucking reminding me. I know what is at stake.” I toss a towel over my shoulder, “Her name is Madison, not broad.”

Rico’s eyes widen. Fuck. “Don’t fuck this up, kid.” With that he turns around toward the ring.

I needed to get my head together.