White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 15

A shower did little to help Deacon's condition. He spent the majority of the introduction to the Adams thinking of what transpired upstairs between Wendy and him. Those thoughts intensified his desires as the elicited images raged further in him the primitive needs of a man who truly desired a woman.

The feel of her, her taste, and her scent were tattooed upon his mind and skin. She was like a drug and he needed to get a fix off her. He was phasing in and out of the conversation and on two occasions when a question was directed at him Wendy had to answer.

She was leaning against him her hands holding onto his lower arm as she said something to the older version of Adam.

Mr. Keane smiled and nodded as he leaned over to say something to Cynthia who smiled with absolute pleasure.

His mind was not coping and he was not used to being like this. He was always in control. He was never the one to be swayed by any situation but Wendy had him in a whole new world where being this close to her dominated his senses and sent him into a state of constant distraction and need.

They had spent half an hour with the Keanes. He was not sure what they made of him but he knew they were convinced he was the lover that was deep under a spell. He could only imagine the thoughts that were going through their minds as well as the others at the sight of them.

Wendy had called through the partially open bathroom door for him to make it a short shower. It had turned out that her telling him this caused him to just turn the shower off and step from the bath only to see her still by the door.

The sight of her lips swollen from his kisses, her nipples pebbled and pointing against the fabric of her now crushed blouse and her eyes raking his naked body as her chest heaved with a slow intake of a ragged breath along with her dishevelled appearance left him harder.

To not want Wendy seemed to be the only thing that never changed in the four years he had known her. It intensified with every moment he was with her.

"I am so happy for you dear," Paula Keane was saying to Wendy who smiled sweetly at her and then looked up at Deacon with adoring eyes.

It took a minute for him to realize that she was liking him being slightly out of bounds. Her having him out of sorts and swaying from his prudent persona gave her a sense of dominance. He had no idea why this fueled him with pleasure. He smiled at her and thought how wonderful it was going to be to challenge her in this little game of hers.

"It's a pity we can't chit-chat some more," Paula said with a bit of disappointment. "It's almost time to go to dinner."

The thought that he still had some time to get Wendy beneath him caused him to smile and he was about to follow her upstairs but it seems Adam and his father had it in mind to send the ladies off to freshen up for dinner while they sit in the den and wait with glass of rich brandy.

He was not the type to have matters dealt with against his initiative and for a minute he was tempted to decline and follow Wendy upstairs but he did not want to cause any misgiving.

He watched as she followed the other women out of the room his eyes taking in her every move until she was out of sight. He was not aware that he shared the same look of longing and satisfying contentment that was on Adam's face as he too watched Georgia leave.

His attention was brought back to the two men in the room as they hugged and patted each other on the back. The love and affection were evident bringing to mind once again the strain and distant relationship he had with his father.

"Candice is so sad she can't make it but that little scare she had a few days ago had her deciding not to travel up. Two miscarriages are one too many." Adam's father was saying as they took to the larger sofa.

"I understand," Adam replied. "Everett must be worried sick."

"Well with your sister missing your wedding he has a lot on his hands I can tell yah," the older man chuckled.

"My little sister can be a handful," Adam grinned.

"So tell me Deacon have you and Wendy set a date for your wedding?"

Deacon's mind which was back in the melodramatic life he had with his father had him blurting out. "Late August."

What the hell was happening to him? He was never a precarious person. He was the formulated, stoic and ruthless businessman who never allowed any sentiments are situation to diffuse him now here he was blabbering bull and further turning this matter into something he might not be able to easily rectify.

"Lovely," the older man said pleased but Adam only stared at him. There was something unreadable in his eyes and Deacon knew he just up the bar against himself.

He had a deep feeling Adam did not trust him. He stared at him hoping that he realized he was by no means here to hurt Wendy. He cares deeply for her and as much as he had his selfish reasons for going along with this farce if need be he would marry her without second thoughts.

The realization of this did not send him into a panic or left him feeling out of bounds. In all honesty, it was a pleasurable feeling. Come to think of it he could spend the rest of his life just being with her wherever, whenever.

How many times had he rushed to the office just so that he could be near her?

Countless.

How many occasions he had found himself pretending to work at his desk when in all honesty he was staring at her being industrious and efficient at her desk which he had conveniently placed in his office?

Numerous.

How many dates had he gone on and found himself comparing them to her or imagining it was her there with him?

More than he cares to admit.

Not to mention the many times he lay spent between some lover's legs and fighting himself not to call her name in the trios of passion as she was the one he craved.

"Wendy means the world to me and I am fortunate I got the opportunity to show her that," he said honestly as he articulated that he might be on the verge of falling for Wendy.

He did not have a sense of dread or fear at this realization. He felt a deep calm within him and a sense of peace. He hoped that after the charade was over he could get her to give in to what was budding between them. He loved the compromise but he wanted more.

These thoughts were going through his head as he conversed with both men. It gave him a sense of ease knowing he had come to a reasonable conclusion. He was gradually slipping back into the self-assured, charismatic persona he was when Georgia walked into the room but it was the woman that came in behind her that sent him careening back into the sex-craved mindless persona of earlier.

Fuck, Wendy was sex and sinful desires wrapped in that cowl neck, backless, coral blue, satin mid-thigh dress with a flared skirt. On her feet were silver pointed-toe rhinestone slingback stilettos with crisscross ankle straps.

His eyes travelled back to her face now beautifully made up with nude lipstick, natural tones, and eye shadow of a silverish blue. A small silver stud sparkled in each ear which had strands of hair now worn in a center part bob tucked behind them.

She had a matching coat and clutch in her hand and he smiled when he saw that she avoided looking at him.

"I take it we're all ready to go," Precilla said coming into the room and then turning to go as they agreed.

The others stood and followed but before Wendy could leave he held her arm and stopped her.

"You'll be mine, Wendy Preston, rest assured on that."

Silence followed them to the car and Wendy wondered if she did the right thing in putting back her little lace and spandex black dress.

𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷

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The wedding date is set for late August...hhhhmmm is this charade fate? Promises made with the clear intent to be fulfilled....destiny?
Whatever is happening it's taking both Deacon and Wendy on a ride...where will it end though?

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