Still with her lips wrapped around my cock, she starts to move her hand up and down my shaft, and I feel on the verge of cumming. I tangle my fingers in her hair and stop her from moving; gritting my teeth, I exhale sharply and let a violent shiver go up my spine. At the time, my cock spasms and I feel the cum rushing through me and into her mouth.
I keep holding her while I come, filling her mouth with my seed. There are strands of cum already dripping down from her lips and onto her chin, but I don't give a fuck; I keep cumming inside her mouth, even though it's already brimming with my juices.
Once I'm done, I let go of her head, and moving slowly, start to slide my cock out of her mouth. When it finally pops out, she looks up at me and opens her mouth, showing me her full mouth like the bad girl she is. I grin at her, momentarily forgetting all about the fucking mess we're in.
I place two fingers under her chin and make her close her mouth. "Swallow. All of it," I command her, and obedient, she does it. Satisfaction rushes through me as I watch the muscles in her throat move, my cum going down through it. Her chin is glistening from the cum there, and a few drops are already making their way toward her neck and cleavage.
I reach for one of the drawers I keep in the corner and take a dry towel out. I take a deep breath, reminding myself of what I need to do now that the truth is out, and throw the towel at her. She starts to clean herself, going up to her feet, and then adjusts the hemline of her skirt. I watch her do all of it, my heart racing like a motherfucker.
Here she is, the most fucking beautiful woman on Earth, and she had to be working for the fucking enemy. Life can be a bitch when it wants, that's for fucking sure. But it can't be helped; it's time for me to man the fuck up and make the right decisions.
I button up my pants and look at her, knowing exactly what I have to do. I go back to my desk, sit down in front of the computer and tap at the keyboard. Accessing the Illicit Escape code, I downloaded it onto a hard drive and then eject it. Holding it in my hands, I get back up and walk toward her.
"Take it. It's the code," I tell her, no emotion to my voice.
"But … " she stammers, her eyes widening in confusion. "No … I can't … I won't, Ethan."
"You will," I tell her harshly. "It's the reason you came here in the first place, isn't it?" I push the drive into her hands and she grabs it hesitantly. I notice that her hands are shaking, and my heart feels tight as fuck inside my chest. "Give it to him, and your problems will be solved." Without saying one more word, I turn my back to her and sit at my desk again.
She stands there, looking at me with tears in her eyes, and fuck, I just want to fucking hold her tight, but I can't. I fucking can't.
"Ethan … " she starts, taking one step toward me. I look her in the eyes and she stops dead in her tracks, anxiety written all over her face.
"You can go now, Brittney. I have work to do," I dismiss her coldly, as if I wasn't talking to the woman I love. This is the hardest fucking thing I have ever done. "Go," I repeat, ice in my eyes and in my voice.
She runs her tongue over lips, and slowly, turns her face away. She starts walking toward the door, and I feel like shit. This is the worst fucking day of my life, that much I can tell you.
"Brittney, one more thing … " She stops and looks back at me, hope gleaming in her eyes. I look back at her, unable to say a fucking thing. But I must do it. I fucking must.
"Yes … ?" she asks me, clutching the hard drive against her chest.
"You're fired," I say to her and close my eyes for the final bit. "Effective immediately. With cause."
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Brittney
"This is it?" Simon says, leering at the USB drive in my hand. "That's the software programming for the I.E.?"
I nod.
"That's exactly the code that Ethan was studying," I tell him, my voice flat.
Simon let's out a high-pitched squeal of glee and rubs his hands together.
"Finally!" Simon shouts to himself. "That man will get what is coming to him!"
I remain silent as Simon takes the USB drive and kisses it in delight. He looks to me. "They called me shady, you know?" he asks me. "They said I was too sly. All my life, people like Ethan have walked all over me. Because everyone seems to think that just because he's handsome, he deserves a chance. Or because he's nice to people, it's okay to be an idiot. Or because he's got a good heart, it makes up for being stupid."
I back away slightly.
"I never had a shot with them!" Simon yells, and I'm thinking it's more to himself than with anyone else. "They thought I was too smart. Too sneaky. Ugly, you name it. But this will show Ethan. This will show everyone. Mr. All-American just got brought down by sneaky ol' me!"
"Is that all you need then?" I ask Simon, eager for this to be over.
"Just one last question," Simon says, turning to me. "How'd you get it?"
I look at Simon with a mixture of dread.
How do I tell him that I got on my knees to Ethan.
That tears streamed down my face as I told him how I'd been working for Simon the entire time we'd been together.
That when Ethan and I went out to dinner, it was because Simon was paying me. That when Ethan was fucking me, it was because I was trying to get undercover. That when we fell in love, it was because it had been arranged to be so.
That the only reason his baby is inside of me and I haven't told him is because he or she only came to life because I was running a con.
That the whole thing was designed to steal Ethan's greatest creation.
How am I supposed to tell Simon that even after telling Ethan all this, and breaking down and confessing how now I'd gotten in way over my head-not knowing what to do. Whether to run and hide or stay and suffer.
That after all that, Ethan just handed the USB drive to me. Told me to take it. And never come back to work again.
I mean, how would you tell Simon?
Oh, wait. I just remembered who I'm talking to, hun. You would never have been in this situation in the first place right?
Because you would probably have never gotten into the limo. You would have probably never made the choices I did. Probably never have had to worry about trying to run away from a man like Robert McIntyre.
"Well?" Simon asks again, "How'd you get it?"
"Switched it after sex," I lie shrugging. "He was asleep, didn't notice."
"Well they're going to notice pretty soon," Simon says.
"I'm not going back, so it's no bother for me," I tell him and turn around to walk out.
What? It's true.
Ethan basically fired me. From his company. And I'm pretty sure from his life.
Have you ever been in a crowd of people but felt utterly and completely alone?
Well, hun, welcome to me right about now.
I mean, that overcast sky might as well just open up and start raining right about now as I walk down 7th Avenue because that's my mood.
As if deciding to play a cruel joke on me, I hear something that seems like light rumbling as I approach 52nd Street and 7th Avenue, and the first bits of water start to fall on my head.
Great, now even Mother Nature is deciding to hate me.
The bits of rain quickly turn into a downpour as people scramble around me. The skies darken even farther as I approach Columbus Circle, the horses whinnying along Central Park South.
I'll tell you one thing though, hun. It's a good thing it's raining. Because the tears kind of get washed away when I see the giant billboard next to the Trump International Hotel & Tower advertising Illicit Escape.
Right there, holding the futuristic glasses, is my smiling face. The tag line, "Revolutionizing Pleasure" written in a sexy font.
I'm glad you can't see my tears.
It's in these moments that the biggest city in the world becomes the loneliest place on earth.
But it's nothing that I don't deserve after everything I've just done.
***
The next week is basically like that day. Cold, sad, depressing, and rainy.
I don't know if you've ever been like this. I mean, I had a chance to be happy. I had a chance to settle down with a man that truly, really loved me.
I know what you're going to say, though. I had an impossible choice. It was either protect myself from Robert or run again.
And why exactly did I sell Ethan out?
Because I didn't want to run. Because I wanted to stay in New York City and make a home for the baby that I'm carrying. Hoping that Ethan would understand.
I mean, I did go and tell him-at the end. I confessed to lying to him, trying to steal from him, and taking his heart under false pretense.
And what did he do?
He gave me everything I wanted.
He gave me the computer coding for the software that runs the Illicit Escape. He let me keep my home.
He gave me everything I asked for.
But it turns out, while I was on my knees pleading to him to show me mercy, I never once asked him to forgive me and hold me.
To take me back.