Lips of deceit

Empty apologies

“Get off of me, you perv!”, I yelled.

“I didn’t know you were naked. I thought you were keeping your underwear on… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…”, he tried to explain but I yelled frantically at him, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“What the f**k are you still doing clasped to me? Get off!”

“I would if you let me, I don’t like it more than you do!”, he snapped back harshly.

“Oh, really? You don’t like it, huh? I could swear some parts of your body are saying otherwise…”, I spat bitterly as I felt his b***r pressing against me.

“f**k!”, he muttered with a slight hint of embarrassment in his low voice. “Take your damn hand off your breasts if you want me to get off of you.”, he snapped hiding any hint of embarrassment in his spiteful tone.

I let my left hand down, leaving my breasts exposed. It took him a few seconds to pull away from me, when I looked over my shoulder he already had his back to me. I applied some hair conditioner and washed my body before rinsing.

“I only turned around ‘cause we were pushing towards opposite directions and I thought it would be easier if we were facing each other, so we could anticipate each other moves. I didn’t know you were naked, I didn’t mean to disrespect you… I’m sorry!”, he explained sheepishly after turning the water off.

“Would you please hand me that towel?”, I ignored his apology and asked him with my back still to him.

I don’t f*****g get him. He’s either an asshole or he’s apologizing for disrespecting me… He’s been disrespecting me since we met! He steals my case, he ruins my work, he lies to me, he kidnaps me, he cuffs me to him, he drags me along roughly and don’t apologize, not even once. Why apologize now? For seeing me naked? Sure, it embarrassed me but he’d done a lot worse without even bother to apologize. I don’t feel like accepting his apologies…

“Could you please say something to acknowledge my apology? I really am sorry, Gilbert…”, he tried again.

“Towel, please…”, I asked again.

He turned around and forced me to do the same… His push was so brusque and rough that I nearly lost my balance, my right hand fell on his chest trying to keep some space between our bodies. “Could you please answer me?”, he asked softly looking straight into my eyes.

“What do you want me to say, Sanders? That I forgive you? For what exactly? Seeing me naked is the least of your offenses! And that’s what you’re apologizing for, right? If you’re truly sorry for seeing me naked why the hell did you forced me to turn around to face you without handing me the towel first? Let go of me!”, I snapped raising my chin a little to mark my defiance. I tried to create some distance pushing him away but that was a mistake, because he tightened even more his grip on me, grinding our bodies closer together. My n*****s were crushed against his hard chest, he had a grip on both my wrists, keeping them to my sides.

“Stop fighting me.”, he said through gritted teeth. “I’m just trying to apologize, Goddammit! Just accept my apologies…”, he said a little more calmed.

“Why should I accept them? Will you get off of me if I say that you’re forgiven? Will you take these handcuffs of? Will you release me? Why are you apologizing if you’re not thinking about changing your behavior? It’s just pointless, don’t you think?”, I kept my head high and my defiant tone.

Fuck! Those hazel eyes on me… His muscled body crushed against mine. His massive member pressed a little below my bellybutton… Wait! f**k! He’s hard again… How would it feel inside me? I bet he’s a good kisser, I bet he’s a good fuck... s**t! What the f**k are you thinking Adrianne? FOCUS, Goddammit! I can’t be turned on by this guy. He is not attractive, he is not hot, he is not perfectly built, I don’t want to kiss him, not at all. f**k!!! Who am I trying to fool? He is hot, he is perfectly built, he is too damn attractive! All I can think about is his lips against mine, his tongue dancing along with mine, his hands roaming my body… f**k! , I mentally slapped myself for having these thoughts about Sanders. My n*****s were hard against his broad chest and he was staring intently at me. I bit my lower lip before I spoke again…

“Are you going to answer me anytime soon? You could let me go, you know? It’s not like I’m going too far, being cuffed to you and all… I’m not exactly comfortable having your hard on pressed against me.”, he bent down his head a little and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me but he stopped a few inches from my face. My breathing hitched as did his before he loosened his grip a little.

“You don’t understand…”

“What is there to understand? If I don’t it’s because you don’t let me. Try me, Sanders…”

“I can’t tell you, Adrianne.”

“Bullshit! You can but you just won’t. Whatever, man… Just hand me the f*****g towel and let go of me.”, I spat furiously.

“I’m on your side, Adrianne.”, he snapped back.

“You sure have a funny way of showing it.”, I didn’t believe his words.

“I’m undercover, Adrianne! I’m with the FBI in this one, I’m with you…”, he began but I cut him off mid-sentence.

“After all you’ve done tonight how do you expect me to believe you?”

“I need to sell my act… It’s the only way to fool Klaus. I can explain everything to you…”, he let me loose, reached the towel and handed it to me.

“Why did you decide to tell me all of the sudden? I’m not buying it…”, I said while I wrapped myself in the towel.

“I’ve been thinking… And I think you can be of more help if you know the whole story.”, he wrapped a towel around his waist, his erection still evident beneath the towel.

“Okay… Start talking, then!”, I pushed.

“Lets get dressed first…”, he replied.

I dried myself and put on the clothes he had given me under his intent gaze, he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He led the way to the bedroom and took a seat at the edge of the bed tapping the empty space next to him, inviting me to join him.

“So? You can start now…”, I said as I took a seat next to him. He could have put some shirt on, at least. I’ll have a hard time focusing on what he’s about to say when he’s standing half naked in front of me… Why does he have to be so damn gorgeous? The thought of his body against mine in the shower isn’t helping either! His hard member pressed against me… f**k! I should have kept my s*x life active after I broke up with Steve! I mentally slapped myself for not being able to stop the dirty thoughts about him that ran freely through my mind.

“I don’t think Klaus is the man behind the whole operation… I think he’s the bait, drawing the attention off the real Mob Lord. My dad died when I was about ten years old and since then, Klaus took me under his wing… He’s not calling the shots, Adrianne! Someone else is, I just need to figure out whom. This is personal to me too, you know… Me and my crew were always part of this world, but after Sammy passed away three years ago, we changed our minds. We applied to the force the month after Sammy’s death… We were fully honest in our application, so imagine our surprise when they accepted us, better yet… When they assigned us the top secret investigation on Klaus, it seems like our dark background was what got us accepted after all… we had the connections they needed. I’ve been working undercover for two years now... I couldn’t blow my cover just to be nice to you. If I had let you go, I would have drawn attention to me and I couldn’t have that…”, he explained.

“Then why keep the act here? It’s only you and me. Why the handcuffs? Why the attitude? How do I know you’re telling me the truth now?”, I asked. I wanted to believe him, I needed to think that he was on my side, that my investigation wasn’t ruined… but after all he had put me through in the previous couple of hours it was hard to trust him.

“You don’t know, you’ll just have to trust me... I don’t know when someone might show up unexpectedly, that’s why I needed you to hate me so you could make it believable. I need you to be harsh to me, to fight me if someone shows up. We can’t look like we’re getting along, we need to sell this… I need to be the bad guy and you to be the rebel hostage.”

“You are the bad guy and I am the hostage, Sanders! I don’t trust you… As far as I know you could be trying to elude me and lead me away from your boss, trying to sell me this new act of yours. If you were on Klaus’ side that’s exactly the type of thing you’d come up with to try to convince me that you were on my side. It’ll take more than a few words for me to believe you! What you just told me doesn’t prove anything, and you know it. I can’t trust you, I don’t believe you… Not until you show me I’m wrong about you.”, I said firmly.

“What do you want me to do?”, he asked.

“First of all, I’d like you to take these handcuffs off. Secondly… if I hypothetically believed you, which I don’t, I’d like to know the whole story. I’d like to know everything you might know… What made you switch sides if you really are on my side? Why was your friend’s death so crucial in your decision to join the FBI? Why would you think Klaus is just a cover, a bait? Who do you think is behind this?”, I inquired back.

“I’ll tell you everything you want to know when I think is the right time to do it. You might not believe me, but anyone can show up here and I need to sell my act if I want this to play out the way I want it, that’s why I’m not taking these handcuffs off… Just deal with it! I’ve seen you naked, so that’s not a problem anymore.”, he replied.

“You trying to get a hold on me when I’m naked IS going to be a problem! Despite what you might think, I don’t have self-esteem issues. I don’t need you to show me your b***r to know that I’m an attractive woman. For someone who has seen a lot of breasts and naked women you sure are too easy to stir! I’d thought someone as experienced as you would have a little more self-control.”, I taunted.

“I’m a man! It’s only natural that my body reacts when I’m naked leaning against a naked woman.”, he defended himself as he stood up from the bed. After I followed his action, he pulled over the covers and let me in first.

"Could you put some more clothes on? I don't want any surprises in the morning...", I mocked him.

"You're lucky I'm keeping my boxers on, I usually sleep naked. If you want me to keep them, watch your mouth!", he threaten.

"And he's back, ladies and gentlemen!", I grunted.

"Who is back?", he asked curiously.

"The old you... The bossy you... The jerk you...The real you!", I taunted.

"You just can't help it, can you? You always need to have the last word. Not with me, though. If I hear you say anything else, I'll sleep freely without any clothes restraints... Speak now, please!", he teased but I kept my mouth shut! "Just as I thought...Scoot over so I can get in too.", he ordered with a proud smirk on his face.

How can I trust him? One moment he's apologizing to me, trying to make me believe him and his story and the other he becomes a tyrant. I just can't tell when he's being honest yet