White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 3

Dedicated to @Babyailen76f

No no no!!!!

There was no way she was lying on her boss's desk devouring his mouth as she made it her point of duty to hike her skirt up so that she could feel him hard press against her throbbing crotch.

Yes yes yes!!!!

She wanted this, she longed for this. Her body was craving it like a dog craving water on a hot summer noon. She shifted making herself comfortable as she took what he gave her because she wanted it, oh yes she wanted it.

No no no!!!!

This was wrong. She should stop this. All she was doing was setting herself up to be another one of Deacon Ffrench's conquests. She surely did not fit in with the models, actresses, wealthy heiress, and rich spinsters in his vast dossier of fuck 'em and leave 'em.

Yet, here she was her skirt hiked up to her waist and her pantyhosed legs spread-eagled so his hard member could press on her wet and needy centre that was drenching the flimsy material of her thong panty.

"Mmmm," she moaned as he ground himself against her ignited flesh. She tore her lips from his to catch her breath only to have it hitch on a sigh of need as he ground into her again.

"You can't deny the sexual tension that has been building between us and you said it yourself you're attracted to me. Why fight it, Wendy?"

She heard the words being spoken but where was the rationality with which she governs her life?

Why all she wanted was to beg him to claim her here and now? She was so tempted to throw caution to the wind and be reckless and wild.

Maybe this white lie could turn out to be beneficial to her in ways she has been denying herself because she was afraid to have her heart ripped and battered again. They were not looking for love, they were not expecting anything more than what the other had to offer. It was sex hot, wild, and unadulterated.

"What did you say?" she heard herself ask as she was lost in the darker grey that his eyes were now that he was deeply aroused.

"I said stop fighting the inevitable. This was meant to happen. It was bound to happen," he said in a matter-of-fact tone before he wound his fingers into her already dishevelled hair and claimed her lips again.

Any minute now she was going to wake up in her bed, in her apartment flat, and realize that Morpheus was being a mischievous spiteful brute.

This was all a bad dream brought on by Georgia calling her and telling her that the wedding has been pushed up to this Sunday and she and her hunk of a boyfriend should be up by Friday evening so that they could have dinner with Adam's parents as well as fittings and rehearsal on Saturday.

She had just sat there listening until her mother had come on the line telling her that she could not wait to meet the man who was a part of her darling daughter's life. Her whole world had sunk knowing that she had lied to the one person who least deserved that.

It had all gone from this to that in minutes and Georgia had left with a secured Maid of Honour and her mother had left feeling revived at such a wonderful change in her daughter's life.

She had laid in bed for the next hour making four failed attempts to call her mother and tell her that she had lied. It was the right thing to do but hearing her mother say with such delight that her one wish had come true and she was so proud of her had caused her to nestle her face in her pillow and feel lower than the ground.

"Get up off me now," she said forcefully pulling away from his giddy-headed kisses and caress.

He shifts slightly but no effort was made to release her from where she lay pinned under him. She tried pushing against him but it was only in vain. Mr. Ffrench was no pushover literally or figuratively.

She scowled up at him and said she would scream if he didn't do ask she asked.

"You mean demanded," he said with a crooked grin.

She glared hard at him some more but it did not phase him. Deacon wanted his way and he always got his way.

He was as stubborn as he was hardworking and success-driven. He was a fighter and as much as he came into a legacy he made sure that he worked long and hard to ensure that he kept the legacy and added his mark to it.

When she saw that he was not going to let her up she said less forcefully but the words were just as biting. "I will not tell any more lies and you're a real bastard for trying to use this to your selfish advantage."

"How many lies have you told Wendy?"

"Let me up! Mr. Ffrench I am dead ser---"

"Call me Deacon, after all, we are to be lovers."

"You are enjoying this aren't you," she accused.

"I am not one to waste an opportunity as you have come to know over the years of working with me. I love to use every chance to my advantage once it suits me that is," he said as he gently lowered his lips to hers, and this time the kiss was slow and sensual.

Why was she allowing this to happen? For the past four and a half years she has ensured she had all aspects of her life in order, but one little lie has it spiralling out of control.

Why was she kissing him back? Why was she winding her hands around his neck then pushing them up into his hair and pressing those soft, sensual lips more against hers to feast like a starving woman?

"Mr. Ffrench...Oh my!"

The startled voice of Elen his secretary burst into the rapturous delight that had engulfed them once again. Deacon much to Wendy's dismay did not pull away leaving her to peer at the flush face of the young woman who stood staring at the scene before her in both awe and embarrassment.

"I ---I ---, sir I---" she stammers as she makes an effort to regain her composure. It however further faltered when Lionel Whithers a dear friend and business partner stepped through the door accompanied by Deacon Ffrench Sr who stared at the scene before him in disdain.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse life goes and proves to you that you are dead wrong.

"Leo, Dad," Deacon said pulling away but ensuring that he stood at an angle that could block Wendy from the probing eyes of his father, the curious and intriguing ones of his friend, and the now fascinated ones of the young secretary.

"I am glad you're both here. Wendy has agreed to marry me. There is no way my marriage to Kylie can go through as I am with someone else and we plan to marry. Wendy and I are engaged."

Everyone in the room was shocked for various reasons but it was Wendy that was the most shocked.

The lies just kept flowing.

"Baby go to the lounge and put yourself together. I'll be there shortly," he said turning to face her with a sweet smile before he gently helped her up.

She was so glad for the escape that without so much as a word she rushed to the private lounge trying not to get blind-sighted by Deacon's composure and false endearment.

Not even the prior knowledge that Deacon uses the lounge for rendezvous and escapades that had little to do with meetings that benefitted the company could not delay her retreat.

She had to get out of there.

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