Page 33 of Burning Your Lies

When my words come out, it’s the first truthful statement. “Because I wish she didn’t. She tried to ruin my life. As the months passed, I found a rhythm that worked for me and realised I didn’t need her anymore. I realised I didn’t love her. And Savannah couldn’t have that. She was sick like her mum. She started saying all these crazy things and became obsessed that someone was following her. I think she only did it so I wouldn’t chuck her out. She knew I would try to protect her and had the means to. I looked into it, Brynn. Nobody was stalking her. Her dad died from a bad batch of heroin and she thought somebody murdered him to frame her. I soon realised that she was too dangerous to be around Elise. She needed help. So, I got her sectioned.” The crocodile tears blur the look of sorrow on her face. “Despite everything she did, I still took care of her. I put her in the best home and paid all the bills. I went to visit her. Once she was medicated, I took Elise to see her.”

Brynn lets out a deep exhale. The tension in the room makes it hard for her to breathe. “Poor Savannah,” she mutters.

She feels sorry for her? What the fuck.

“I know.” My words come out colder than I intend, but Brynn pays no mind to it.

“She was lucky she had someone as great as you to look out for her.”

My shoulders sag. The queen is back in play. “I did what any other decent person would do. I want her to be well. So I let her resume her job at XR Securities. I let her see Elise. But if you are worried that—”

Her hand covers mine. “I trust you, Xavier. Even when she spoke to me, she had this faraway look in her eyes that gave me the chills.” She shakes her head. “But we don’t need to hurt her more than she already is. Only someone who is tortured can cause that much pain for someone else. Let us not aggravate her.She can live in married bliss with her husband, and we will build our own happiness.”

My thumb strokes the tops of her cheek. “You have a heart of pure affection. It’s admirable.”

Holding her face in my hands, I finally receive the kiss of life I have needed since Savannah’s destruction. I want to kiss her harder, but everything about Brynn is gentle. Her lips are like feathers against mine and I almost beg her to be more forceful. When I pull her onto my lap and let my hands roam, she doesn’t moan filthy words into my ears like Savannah. She doesn’t grind her hips into me like Savannah. While her soft hair tickles my hand, it doesn’t make me want to pull it like Savannah’s. Even with a beautiful woman on my lap, those siren eyes haunt me.

I pull the straps of her dress down her arms and wait for her to tell me to stop. She doesn’t. She only waits for me to continue. Her porcelain skin is starkly different from Savannah’s caramel tones. Brynn isn’t wearing the lace, silky bras Savannah always paraded. Her breasts are firm, but not as full as Savannah.

“Take me to bed,” she meekly begs.

Savannah would have demanded that I fuck her like a whore right there on the coffee table. Savannah would have taken what she wanted by pulling my hard cock out and riding it until she came all over it. She then would have got on her knees and cleaned her juices off me.

I hold Brynn’s hand on the way up to my bedroom. She undresses and lays down on the bed. Her arms cover the parts I am desperate to see. Savannah would have smirked at me as she spread her legs and played with herself. Brynn doesn’t ask to suck my cock. She timidly smiles and parts her legs for me.

“Are you sure?” I ask, already lined up against her entrance.

“Yes,” she whispers.

And then I’m sinking inside her. She’s warm. She’s aroused. She feels wonderful after a long drought. But she doesn’t buckher hips to meet my thrusts like Savannah. She doesn’t beg me to fuck her harder like Savannah. She doesn’t hold her legs behind her head the way only a stripper can. Brynn lays there, eyes closed, whimpering at pleasure. Her fingers don’t meet her clit the way Savannah’s did. She doesn’t roll her nipples between her fingers like Savannah.

She isn’t Savannah.

And the thought enrages me.

It doesn’t matter that I have a beautiful woman who loves me. My tortured mind can’t forget about the vixen who drove me wild with pleasure.

My eyes close, and just this once I allow myself to imagine it’s Savannah under me. I pretend I can feel her nails dragging across my back. I see her jet black hair splayed across my pillow. I hear her begging me to fuck her. I hear her begging me to make her forget every other man who has had her. I hear her moaning for me to fill her with my cum. I imagine her wet pussy gripping my dick until I can’t feel anything else. I feel her spasm under me as she begs me to fill her whole until she can’t hold anymore. I hear her begging me to breed her. I pretend I’m gripping her hips with the promise to fill her womb again.

And then I’m coming deep inside her. Except I open my eyes and the fantasy is dead. Because it’s Brynn smiling at me.Not Savannah.

The next morning, I enter my office with purpose. I spin her chair around so she’s facing my anger. “Your little plan didn’t work.”

She looks up at me, uninterested. When her legs cross at the knees, her dress hitches up and I’m drawn to her soft skin. Mymind goes back to last night and I feel a stirring in my pants. Her thighs are exposed and if I was standing to the side of her, I’d be able to see parts of her ass. I pull my eyes off her legs, but before I can get to her face, my eyes zero in on the black bra peeking through her sheer white blouse.

“What?”

Remembering what I interrupted her for, I scoff. “With the bitch grin you shot at the camera, I know you know what I’m talking about.”

She stands up and tucks her hair behind her ear. Only then do I spot the recent addition to her finger. “I was only telling her the truth. She deserves to know she’s living with a sociopath.”

I smirk at her, knowing it will get under her skin. “I should thank you. After story time, she was in my bed.”

Her brow arches, stunned into surprise. Then she lets out a laugh and shakes her head. “I shouldn’t be shocked. You’re an excellent liar. I know how easy it is for you to trick a woman into bed with your lies.”

Needing to feel her, I step closer to her. “Do you miss my bed, Miss Hayes?”

She scoffs. “No,” she says slowly. “But from the way you’ve been looking at me since you walked in, I know you miss me. What is it, Xavier? She can’t get you hard like me?”

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