White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 6

Dedicated to @ChelsyMachava

Deacon did not look back when he took Wendy's purse or laptop case. He just kept on walking through Elen's office slash waiting area and towards the elevator. When he pressed the button and it dinged open he stepped in turn purposefully around and watched her walk at a swift pace to catch up before the doors slid closed.

Wendy was a sight for hungry eyes and with her, he seemed to always be hungry. She stood at about five-three and on those heels she loved it took her about five-seven which sent her reaching up to his chin. He was never one to go for short and voluptuous until the day he saw her walk into his office for her interview.

For four years he had driven out his lust for her on his various companions, all a total opposite to her. She was naturally dark with her cocoa-coloured skin, a slightly slender curvaceous frame with bountiful breasts, and an ass that brought about nothing but wild thoughts for him.

She was the life form of lust and sex. He had wanted her then and he wanted her now. Four years had not mellowed his desire or lessened his need.

He watched as her hip swayed as she hastily made for the elevator and his mind went into full lust mode and his boy followed quickly behind. He cursed under his breath as he pushed hard on the button that would take them down to the underground parking area.

He had to find a way to get her to have sex with him. An affair with her is just the thing he needed. He knew she was not adverse to him, he had first had the experience of that earlier in his office. It was surely the only way that he could get the fire that she burned in his body to be doused. She was just an itch that he needed to scratch and then it would all be over.

He took the time as his mind blazes to watch the numbers as they counted down to their destination. What would she do if he were to pin her against the elevator wall and claim her lips? Lips that he looked to see that she was now nibbling on as she stood with her empty hands clasped in front of her.

The image of what he wanted to do added more frustration to his already hardened boy and he so wanted to take him out and let him play fast and hard with the woman driving him to sexual hell as his frustration increased.

He cursed again as he shifted uncomfortably and stared once again at the numbers that seemed to be taking their sweet time to count down. If only there were no camera's in the elevator he would throw caution to the wind and take her in one swift thrust.

"Mr. Ffrench?... Hello?"

It took a good minute for him to realize she was speaking to him he was so caught up in the images that were playing in his mind that he stared at her blankly his face wearing a puzzled frown.

"My bag please, my phone is ringing," she indicated and he quickly thrust it to her.

She was about to fish her phone from the confines of her bag when her eyes caught sight of the telltale bulge in his close-fitting, clean-cut suit pants. She blushed and turned away to quickly take out her phone, with a breathy hello she answered before the call ended.

"Leela am fine. Yes. Sure, but I'll call you when I get home. Bye."

She returned her phone to her bag the minute the elevator door opened and tried not to let her mind be filled with the sight she was earlier graced with, she was also secretly appreciating the fact that he was still affected by her.

It was an exhilarating and yes overwhelming feeling to know a man like Deacon Ffrench's loins burned for her. She nibbled her lips to hide her pleased smile when he indicated for her to proceed from the elevator.

The ride to her apartment building was quiet and a few times she made the attempt to strike up a conversation but she did not know where to begin. There were so many things she wanted to say the one at the forefront was how they were going to convince his world that they were an item and very much in love.

They had the lust part down to a t, but what of being relaxed, carefree, and open with each other? Could they relate the emotions and affections of two persons in love? What would their back story be? What would they offer to the people they were trying to make happy and protect?

"Am not sure if there will be time for us to get a story together on how we ended up being engaged and all," he said breaking the silence and bringing her thoughts to light.

"I was just thinking that," she told him. "All my mum knows is that we kind of got things started up last Christmas."

"Ok," he said making the left turn that led off the busy thoroughfare and took them to the quiet little suburban area where she lived.

"With having to get a few more things out of the way and do a bit of rescheduling I will be sure to get things done so we can be on schedule. I just have one meeting that I have to push up for late morning tomorrow and with that, we should be on the way in time."

She gave a small smile and said, "I am sure that with everyone focusing on Georgia and Adam they won't have any time to have us on scope. We should be alright."

He nodded and gave her a smile in return before he parked at the entrance leading up to her apartment. Before she made it to get out of the car he stopped her and said mischievously.

"I could however come in and we put some practice in place. No need to waste the opportunity to get to know each other."

"Is that your pick-up line Mr. Ffrench?" she asked and couldn't help but smile.

"Deacon," he said and grinned, "I am just making sure we get everything on par with what we are trying to get across to your mother and family."

"All you need to do is put in place a list of things you're allergic to so I know what to give you so you can be locked away in your room and less trouble for my nerve and sanity over the weekend," she told him and opened the door.

"Harsh," he grinned as he leaned back against his seat and stared at her.

"Good evening Mr. Ffrench and thanks for the lift," she told him this time actually opening the door but once again he stopped her. He got out and helped her out of the car.

"You're welcome Wendy," he replied sweetly with one of those smiles she was beginning to get too addicted to.

"Good evening," she said again and willed her legs to walk away, and only when she was safely locked away in her flat that it dawned on her that he knew exactly which apartment she lived in.

This day was too much to take in. She dared not try to fathom any more of what this day had brought about. What she needed was a shower, some pasta, and a few glasses of red wine, then spill the events of the day to Leela.

She needed that release, but first, a shower as the musky spicy scent of Deacon's cologne was still lingering on her and was making her more aware of him than she cared for.

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