White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 19

Deacon could feel the anxiety radiating off Wendy. The silence on the ride home only intensified it. He wished Precilla and Catherine were not in the car with them because he would have dealt with the matter right on hand.

He was not very patient when it came to dealing with matters that he thought should be dealt with immediately. He prevailed in seeing that whatever needed to be done was dealt with without delay.

His mind was constantly being pulled in directions that had him pressed with anxiety. It was not the business trait in him that wanted him to tackle the matter and find the solution to gaining a much more profitable prospect, it was simply that he was as concerned for Wendy as he was for Kylie.

It shocked the hell out of him that he would be so agitated about another woman's behaviour, he was not the man who allowed such matters to take root within him. He cared about a few people in his life and as much as how he knew he wanted Wendy he had not expected it to be on such a monumental level.

He had spent the past four years craving her in the sexual aspect. He had found himself wanting her so much that the majority of the time he had resorted to other women. Not that they helped the situation one damn bit.

There were those occasional cold showers that turned into masturbating just to feel some sense of ease from the turmoil that raged through him at the sight and thought of her. She had him like an undersexed teenager.

Over the years his relationships had taken on a routine that came with benefits and no strings attached. He had liked it that way and was contented with it being so. It was enough for him.

Women were only a necessity they provided him with service and he met their needs. It was just that simple, even though the calibre of women he was often with had the relationship they were sharing romanticised in one way or the other.

Time however, changed things and in the end, some wanted more out of the bargain and this started to get things complicated. He thought of the few occasions he had been made to see to it that a relationship had ended due to someone getting too attached or carried away with some silly notion that what they shared could be promoted to a permanent level.

Life had thrown him so many hard balls that at times he felt he was going to be put out of the game and it was with will and determination he remained firm in the game, he knew what he wanted and he stuck to the rules of the game. This was all before Wendy came into the picture.

Kylie had been the only woman who could wrap him around her little finger. Leo had often said she was his kryptonite but she was just the little sister he never had. They had become the family that showed him what a family could be like, that a father's love was not centred around domination and power and that a child was not created to be a pawn.

If he had not been allowed to experience love, care and kindness through being around his best friend's family when his life was being crushed by his father's ruthless drive to create a powerhouse that ripped away the vitality of those with whom he sought to use to claim his position he would have been so easily festooned in the myre and degradation.

His father was not the type to back down or quit. He was forever hell-bent on getting his desire. His ways were law and his words set forth to lay commands that if ignored would be met by forceful means of compliance.

Years ago his father had seen to it that when Leo and Kylie's father had needed him he had ensured that he left with something for his help rendered. He had put in place that a marriage between him and Kylie would be constituted if he had not married and produced an heir by his thirtieth year.

They had only become aware of this when Kylie's father had taken ill and he told Leo about it. He had before passing away due to an unfortunate plane crash asked both him and Leo not to let the marriage take place. Kylie had been devastated and he had been so angry that he had for the first time in all he had been through with his father unleashed his anger verbally but the old man was not phased.

The matter was there all contracted in black and white with the signatures affixed. They had tried everything to sway the old man but Deacon Ffrench Sr was no pushover. He played his hand well, but he too played and he was happy when Wendy turned out to be the ace up his sleeve.

He would have done anything and everything to protect Kylie from his father's manipulation. Too many people had succumbed to the wretchedness of the callous bastard. He would be damned if his father's selfish desires would plagued his bloodline.

With his mind so caught up in his thoughts, it took Wendy touching his arms to pull him back to the present. When he turned to look at her he saw a questioning look on her face. He looked to see that Precilla and Cynthia were getting out of the car. With calls of good night, both women left for the house.

"Care to talk about it?" Wendy asked a few minutes later when they just sat there the silence of the night seeping into the cosy confines of the car and placing on her mind just how much she wanted him to make do on his promise.

She had one desire and that was to be with him before the clock struck twelve and the white lies that shrouded them being together were dragged off by truths and the sweet compromise that was to be is no more, but seeing him like this pushed her desire at bay and fueled her with concern.

"If you were to lie some more to get what you seek would you, or would you bear the truth and risk it all?"

Wendy stared at him and for a minute let the question play in her mind. She was never one prone to lies she was always one to suffer the consequences of the truth until she became fearful of seeing her mother unhappy.

"Lies are never a solution as you know, eventually it will crumble and the truth will surface but if I was to lie to make someone happy I would, even if it causes me to hurt."

"Are you still in love with Brandon?"

The question caught her off guard and she stared at him her answer stuck on her lips. When she later made to speak he was already opening the door. She reached for him but he shrugged her hand off and proceeded to leave the car.

What the hell was happening here?

"Deacon?" she called but he kept on walking away.

Should she follow after him? she wondered as she stood by the car now staring at his retreating figure. With a sigh, she decided against it.

They were here because of one reason and that was because she lied, nothing more. She did not owe him any insight into her feelings for Brandon. All they needed to do was pretend to be a happy couple for her family, and seeing everyone was now locked away inside the Manor there was no need to pretend.

If only though it did not cause her a bit of sadness the night ended this way.

𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷

Sup lovelies 😊

Now can you tell me what's going on with Deacon? Hot and wanton one minute cold and aloof the next? Why is he concerned with Brandon either?

Will Wendy ever get that promise and take the edge of the little white lies with the fulfilment of some sweet compromise...? The night is after all still young ☺

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