White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 26

Wendy knew she overreacted but with her feelings for Deacon reeling out of control, her emotions were just as wild and senseless. What transpired between her and Brandon could have been handled differently but with Deacon controlling her every desire, she was an emotional mess.

She was standing by the pickup waiting to have a few of the crates loaded in and trying with little control to get herself in check when she saw Deacon coming from the orchard with a loaded crate she stared at him thinking how much she liked seeing him in fitting into her world so effortlessly.

He was attracting her in ways that she knew was going to be her downfall as when this should all come to an end she knew she would once again be left with a broken heart.

She tried looking away but her eyes kept fasten on his manly physic, the way his arms bulge under the weight of the pack crates and the sturdy way he manoeuvred to the pickup had her eyes blatantly taking in his every move.

She wanted to lessen the distance between them and travel down the sweet road of ecstasy that he took her on last night. She could still feel his body driving into hers and the lustful kisses that seem to burn her flesh and set her wild.

"Wen...Wen?!"

It took her a full minute to realize that Marshall one of the pickers were telling her that the creates were all loaded into the pickup. She tore her eyes away from the root of all her desires and nod at Marshall who gave her a crooked smile before wondering off.

She automatically turned her gaze back to Deacon and her cheeks felt like fire when she saw that Deacon realized she was blatantly ogling him. The knowing grin he gave her had her scampering into the pick and mumbling a curse at her inability to remain indifferent to him.

Deacon was already aware that she was not so indifferent as she would like to appear agitated her and left her too vulnerable for her liking.

She was grateful when Charlie came to the window and thanked her for helping in delivering the crates to the Manor House and saving them the double trip in delivering the apples.

With a smile and telling him it was no bother Charlie patted her hand an took his leave allowing her to once again focus on the man of her constant distraction and need.

She only wished she did not have to journey back alone with Deacon who she knows was more aware of just how caught up she was in him. She felt he was going to use it to his advantage.

"Are we going to play cat and mouse?"

Wendy shook her head startled and looked at Deacon who was staring at her from outside the passenger door of the pickup. She looked away from him as seeing him all sweaty and dishevelled from aiding with the creates of apples to the pick up brought more of last night to her mind.

"We are not going to do anything other than stick to what we set out to do here and that's convince my family we are a happy couple," she told him starting up the pickup.

He got in the pickup and immediately she pulled away from the gate and headed towards the Manor.

He chuckled but said nothing and she turned to him knowing his silence was much more than him just being quiet.

"What?" she queried looking at him quizzically.

"If we are to convince them Wen we're going to have to be more physical with each other. You find every reason to shy away from me, lovers don't do that."

Wendy was once again thrown off guard by Deacon. He sure knew how to knock her off balance. She took a steadying breath and said lamely.

"We are a couple here not lovers."

"Last night says otherwise and I am sure if I attempt to take you here I can prove you wrong again," he told her with that smirk of a smile she was beginning to know came with a challenge.

"I will not fall for that Mr Ffrench," she said and felt a sense of relief when the Manor came into view.

That relief fled when Deacon's hand came to rest on her thigh his touch igniting the smoldering desires that were ready to blaze.

"I drive you crazy as much as you drive me crazy Wendy," he told her. "There is no pretence in the intensity that drives us when we touch and whatever you might think of me I care too much about you to take anything you're feeling for me for granted."

"My feelings for you Mr Ffrench is not what's important here. Let's not forget we are here---"

"There you go again Wen trying too hard," he said cutting her off, "and each time you do it just reveal how close you are to crumbling."

"Mr Ffrench---"

"Deacon"

"Mr Ffrench," she continued stubbornly, "I am not one of your business prospects there is no need for tactics and manipulation. I know why we are here and you best remember it too."

Deacon let his hand travel further up her thigh and inch a little closure to the venture between her legs. Wendy could not prevent her legs from involuntary parting in anticipation. He however went no further but let his warm hands rest where they were and burn into her heated flesh.

"Ms Preston, I know exactly why we are here and I also know what I want and I unlike you am not going to fight it," he told her calmly.

Wendy opens her mouth to respond but being the tormentor that he was he let his hand found the venture as he remains quiet and poised waiting for her to fall like an empty sack to the ground.

It was with all her willpower that she drove the pickup to the storage shed where the apples would be loaded and sorted.

She was going to show him that she was no putty and he was not going to get the pleasure of seeing her turn to mush at his now circling fingers. He was hell-bent on reigning her in and she was hell-bent on not giving in.

"Tonight when we're in bed Wendy I will show you that you can not fight what is happening as we both want this," he told her softly as his finger continues to torture her. "We are two consenting adults that are free to live and love, stop running. If nothing or no one is stopping us why deny ourselves this."

"Love?" she breathed on a mangled sigh her mind going into over drive.

With more precise strokes his final caress had her wet but he alighted from the pickup and went to help with unloading the crates leaving her a boiling inferno of need. With a series of arousing shivers Wendy lean against the steering wheel and close her eyes as her true desire drove her to only one thing...surrender.

Maybe this was the only chance she would ever be given. Why waste the opportunity? If she gives in surely they could have more of what they shared but unlike Deacon, her already broken heart was beginning to crave his love and all that should come with it.

If only it was not all centred around a lie, and could a lie leads to anything good? There was only one way to find out, give in. She pulled her door open her mind made up and it surprised her that she felt no apprehension.

On purposeful strides, she made for the storage shed that Deacon had earlier went into but Georgia calling out her name stilled her progress. She had forgotten about her.

"Come on Wen we have the fitting in the next half an hour and I can't miss our appointment at the manicurist, come on."

With a crestfallen look towards the shed, she walked towards Georgia. Maybe it was for the best, some things were best left alone.

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Hi, my darlings 😊

Wendy and Deacon are falling fast and hard thanks to the help of her lie and his compromise. Four years of attraction have finally come to the surface but there are still a few things that might make things a bit complicated as it overshadows their true affections.

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