White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 5

Wendy tried her best to lose herself in her work and most of the time, she did. The times when she lost it she had to tug herself to the present and find the Wendy that had made a vow to herself years ago that she would not crumble when life decided it was time to play hardball.

The first time she almost crumbled was when Elen called to inform her that Elizabeth Cadwell was waiting to see Mr. Ffrench and seeing he had not returned from the lounge she had been the one to relay the message.

He was seated by the very sofa she had earlier sat contemplating the mess that she had gotten herself into. He was now dressed in black work pants, a sky blue work shirt with a matching silk tie that had tiny slant black lines. He was still not clean-shaven and his hair now wet was a darker shade of brown and it was held firmly in place away from his forehead with his customary pomade.

Gone was the sexy unkempt person of the morning and back in its place was the beguiling, compelling and gorgeous authoritative persona that rules his world with determination and power.

When she had walked in after being instructed he looked up from the paper he was reading and smiled at her. She had stood frozen the words stuck in her throat. Could a person's smile want to send you dashing across a room to devour them like a starved creature? Yes as she was now such a person. Was this why he never actually smiled?

"Yes Wendy?" he asked when she just stood there staring at him like a dumbstruck idiot.

That was the other thing. When did someone saying her name become so potent to her senses? It took her two attempts to inform him of Miss Cadwell's arrival.

With a nod, he placed the paper on the pile before him and followed her into the office but when she made to return to her desk he held her hand stilling her progress. She looked at him curiously but all he did was take up the phone and indicate that Miss Cadwell could be sent in.

Elizabeth Cadwell was a renowned model for the past 25 years despite the challenges she faced throughout her rise she never once fell from her perch on the modelling scene. At the age of 13, she was discovered after doing a toothpaste commercial. Her life had its share of scandals, ex-husbands, famous lovers, and disappointments.

She breezed into the office on an air of Silver Passion her very own fragrance that was launched a few weeks ago in honour of her twenty-five years of ongoing success.

Wendy tried pulling away but she was held in a firm grip that was instantly recognized by the green eyes that strayed to Deacon's hold on her hand. She was not the least bit up for this but she stood there and awaited what was to come.

The woman who stood by the closed office door draped to perfection in a Halston cowl neck chalk-white jumpsuit that accentuates her slim perfectly tan frame seemed a little too composed.

Her dark hair was caught on the top of her head in a slick ninja bun, gold triangular shape hoop earrings and a matching bracelet were her only accessories yet she was stylish to the last letter. Her bold matte red lips smiled but her eyes burned green fire.

"Dee darling may I speak to you in private," she said in that sultry voice of hers that she no doubt practised over the years to get to such beguiling lustre.

It however showed in full shock upon her perfectly made-up face when he answered and said, "Surely whatever you came about can be discussed in front of my fiance."

"What?!"

"Elizabeth am rather busy and I need to get a few things done before Wendy and I leave for our getaway this weekend."

Wendy was not sure about Elizabeth or her who was more bewildered. What the hell was he doing? Surely he knew if he kept this up pretty soon it would go beyond the confines of the office and then getting out of this farce would be like escaping a shackle. Elizabeth surely was not going to go down smiling to a simple office help.

"You're engaged to her?"

"Elizabeth I know you can hear clearly," he said his tone broaching on irritation.

"You got to be kidding me," she said in disgust as she looked in disdain at Wendy whose silk blouse still showed the signs of her earlier escapade with Deacon.

She had to discard her pantyhose as in the process of getting carried away with her boss it had ripped at one knee and a run was in one of the hose from the ankle up to her thigh. Her hair which she had taken the time to comb in a center-part low bun was now caught at her nape by an elastic band with a thousand flyaways on display.

She also had retouched her makeup but she knew she looked nothing like the woman that came into the office this morning or the immaculate woman that was staring rudely at her.

"Listen I am going to ask you to leave and if we don't have an appointment please don't turn up at my office unannounced. I have made that clear to you on numerous occasions."

He spoke with a tone of dismissal and blatant disregard and for a minute she thought the woman was going to bear her claws and start scratching her eyes out but Elizabeth had other ways to fight.

She had no idea she was holding her breath until she heard the door closed with a resounding thud, the second time for the day, and the spot where Elizabeth was standing was now empty. She prayed no other of his female conquests turned up because she could not handle it.

She had returned to working on the few remaining documents that she needed to hand over to Elen for typing when she felt someone's presence at her table. She looked up to see that it was Simon from the canteen holding a tray.

"Hey dawliinngg," he drawled with a broad smile, "your darling hunk of a fiance called down to ask for a tray sent up for you as you skipped lunch."

He placed it in front of her then leaned against the desk in a pose that said I want intel and batted his mascara-coated lashes as he waved a hand in a come-on already gesture when she glared at him.

"Soooo?" He said impatiently.

"Go back to work Simon," Deacon's voice said from behind him and the shorter and more feminine man flurried from the office as fast as his tight encased leather legs could carry him.

"Listen you can't hide away in here because of what they might be saying out there," he said matter of factly.

"I wouldn't have to hide away if you hadn't---," she started but blushed as her eyes strayed to his desk then back to him then away. "Elen no doubt told it to Karen who told Mallory and you know from there it is wildfire spreading and with Ms. Cadwell, the streets are going to be burning with the news too."

With a sigh, she stacked the folders she was preparing for Elen and tried to focus on work but him standing there his musky scent and presence invading her space only caused her to get more flustered. It was easier when she admired him in secret, back then that admiration did not burn her centre with such throbbing need.

"Listen when it's time for us to end this I will ensure I turn out to be the arrogant asshole. You'll only for now got to concentrate on putting on a show for your family and I will ensure Kylie never has to suffer at the expense of my father."

With that, he had turned and walked away heading back to the lounge. If only it was that simple, working in this office with Deacon Ffrench would never be the same again, especially with his desk being a constant reminder that she was not dead to feelings or desires that she thought were ripped from her by her ex-husband's betrayal.

She was grateful when the workday came to an end and was packing up her belongings when Deacon came out telling her he would take her home she refused but he only took her purse and laptop case and headed out leaving her to do nothing but follow.

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So here we are Deacon is making sure it's known Wendy is his fiance, but what will it all boil down to seeing some people might make it their point of duty to send this charade topsy turvy and set things in a different motion?

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