A fraud
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Amber's POV.
"What is it?", I said, lifting up my body but failing tremendously at it.
The heaviness in my eyes was a rather tolerable fate when compared to the striking ache between my legs.
The events of last night completely exhausting me. Everywhere ached and this man wasn't helping thing at all.
The sun shone brightly in my eyes as I stirred on the bed and tried to focus my gaze on him. I shut my eyes back immediately, wishing the binds could shut their selves.
Was this truly a vacation, if I woke up so early in the morning?
All I wanted to do was go back to bed, throw this duvet over my head and remind myself all over again, what good night I have had.
It was safe to say, he was the best I have had in such a long time. The way he loved my body up, made this ache more than worth it.
Richard and I's s*x life had become rather boring before his stinking betrayal, he was extremely selfish and always wanted to be at the receiving end.
But yesterday, Fred had totally surprised me with his selflessness, he hadn't even asked for a blow job or a hand job.
My mouth watered when I saw how aroused he looked last night. His chiseled abs looked rather luscious, and all I wanted to do was go down on him.
My confidence was relatively low and although, I had tried to muster up courage, Richard's words kept coming back to me.
I had tried giving him a blow job earlier in our relationship and he complained that 'I was using a lot of saliva'.
Although, it was just a one night stand between me and Fred, I couldn't help but make a good impression. Hence, I gave up the idea all together.
His constant pacing was doing a number on me. My head had soon began to hurt from all of the dirty thoughts running through it.
His low mumbles sounded like a shaking tambourine, as my eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight.
Was he about to run off because yesterday had gone terribly wrong?
"Can you quit the pacing?", I said, lifting my body up and leaning against the wall.
I had half expected him to obey, I almost choked when he stopped abruptly, his gaze piercing holes into my soul and eyes, dark with rage.
"Thank you", I managed to say, intimidation clinging tightly at my soul.
I had little or no experience in this 'one night thing '. I was completely blank as to how I was supposed to act and what I was supposed to say.
This was an Ivory's thing. I bet she will yell my ears out when I eventually called her, later in the day. Did I do anything wrong by allowing him stay over, till in the morning?
The air was thick with awkwardness, his tan skin making me entirely distracted as I watched his chest fall and rise in rhythm.
"I had thought you were bluffing when you called me pretty, but seeing how you keep staring at me", I said, in a attempt to lighten things up.
"You weren't bluffing", I added, my tone low as I noticed the bored scowl on his face.
I wasn't an entirely sociable person and saying a joke was probably not one of my best feature, certainly whipping a meal topped that list.
"You are quite good with pretense", he said, continuing his pacing as I watched him.
"Pretense?", I asked, my eyes flaring up. His cold attitude wasn't much of a bother earlier, but I couldn't quite understand what he was on about.
He was blowing vigorously on my already kindled rage. His eyes scanning and roaming around my body, making my patience run rather slim.
"Amber, you can drop the act now", Fred said, yet again.
His insistence making my skin crawl as my eyes were fully open and before long, I was at his front. My petite form in his front, as he stared at me.
"Are you going to speak up or you wanna use the door?", I asked, folding my hands over my chest.
I was acting out of character. First was the one night stand with an absolute stranger and now, I was loosing my patience with every growing sentence.
"You are serious ?", he asked, his eyes widening as I tighten the rope firmly against my body.
"Never have I been more serious in my entire life", I barked. My tone, a lot harder than I intended.
Men were such hard work, they require some form of strength, something, I was clearly lacking.
For the reason why I had come on this vacation was to get over the hurt of Richard's betrayal, not get myself wrapped in another hurt.
"I don't like your tone, Amber", he said, his scowl deeper than earlier. It was pretty obvious, this man was as arrogant as a pig.
Although, I would usually fan the heat of a man's ego, I was entirely uninterested in doing that this morning. I could have insisted he left the previous night or not even indulge at all.
How was I supposed to get rid of this man without loosing my sanity?His pretty face was distracting but I knew firsthand, how disgusting his attitude was.
"We have been photographed together Amber. At the airport, someone took our photos", he said, holding out his phone for me to see it.
"Okay! Why will that even bother you", I said. My jaw hurt from how much I had been clenching them, since I felt his touch on the small of my back.
I was getting swayed again. Every growing second in front of this man had me, feeling things I haven't felt in a while.
Disgust. Anger. Intense Attraction.
"How do you not understand the intensity of this matter?", he said, pinning to the door behind me. I struggled to be freed of his hold but failed woefully at it.
"Because this matter isn't so much of a big deal. You had somehow managed to over flock the issue and it's getting rather annoying.
"You really don't know?", he said, amusement in his eyes.
"If you have something to say, do say! Why stall and waste the most of my vacation", I said, wriggling free from his hold.
My stomach growled loudly. I had pretty much been wrapped entirely in ecstasy, so much that I had forgotten to have dinner.
"There is no other way to say it love, I'm an animator", he said, making me burst into a fit of laughter.
"Yeah, my best friend is also an animator", I giggled, wondering how this discussion had trailed in this direction.
"What's her name?", he asked, his interest sparked.
"Wow, somehow you think, you just know her by her name then", I said, humor in my tone.
I realized the sooner I indulged him, the sooner he might leave my hotel room and I, straight back to bed.
"We are not so much in this industry, do tell please", he said, his long body making it to the bed.
"Ivory Parker", I said, smiling widely, dismissing his statement. His words contradicted everything Ivory had told me about animation, they were a large community and I have seen her, attend some animator's party.
"There is no animator by that name", he dismissed, making my anger k****e. If Ivory was here, she will go mad with rage.
She was unforgiving when it came to animation and I sometimes felt the heat of the iron when something goes wrong with her episode.
"Because you don't know someone, doesn't mean they don't exist..Ivory is my best friend and she lives literally on animation", I defended, completely pissed at him.
"She is not an animator, she is just part of the army", he said, after a loud cackle erupted from the pit of his stomach.
It was so cute to watch that I had thrown him a beautiful smile, completely embarrassed that I had made such a big flop.
"I'm an actor, I have probably been in every animation that Eva has watched", he said, a smirk on his face.
"It's Ivory not Eva", I dismissed, slapping his shoulder at how flimsy his joke was and ignoring it totally.
"Ivory particularly loves this animation, um?", I tried to remember the name, she was always going on and on about it. She even made me watch five episodes with her last month.
"Girthy?", he asked,
That certainly wasn't it. Although, I wouldn't put it past her, Ivory must have seen it but it wasn't the one.
"No, that's not it... The name should be Morks", I said, completely remembering it.
"Korks", he said, his lips raised in a rather wide smile, "that's one of our best sellers",
"Don't jest, I was almost correct", I said,
Fred was such great a company and his sense of humor was tied in, but all that was between us was just a fling.
"Don't you get it? I'm Nebula from the animation, Korks", he said, going across the room and swallowing a large glass of tequila.
Had the tequila always been there? My head was spinning. He sounded so serious, yet his facial expression was rather hilarious.
"Yea, I'm his girlfriend, what was her name again?", I say, as I try to suppress a giggle.
"Is this a joke to you", he says, anger in his tone as I burst out laughing.
"No, certainly not", I said, trying to suppress the giggle that was etched at my throat.
"Amber, I certainly cannot afford yet another scandal", he said, holding my hand, his eyes humbling.
"Quick question, who is Nubela's girlfriend?", I asked, his bewildered face way too hilarious.
"Fressa, why?", he asked, strolling back to the bed.
"Hi, my name is Amber, I played the role of Fressa", I jested, the loud cackle making me cough loudly.
"Can you just stop it Amber", he said, sounding defeated,
"You are the one that need to be stopped", I yelled, completely fed up with the bullshit.
Why was my luck with men so terrible? The only man that seemed so normal after such a long time ended up to be a fraud.
"How so?", he asked, pacing the room, his hand constantly in his hair.
"Alright, you are probably stuck here and need some money to go back to your town", I said,
"What?", I said, picking up my purse and taking out the little cash I had on me and handing it to him.
"I don't understand? You think I'm a fraud", he said, hurt flashing in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter what you do, I won't judge you Fred", I said,
"Your name is Fred right?", I asked, when he kept staring at me.
"Is it Anthony or Harry?",I asked, my eyes welling at my ill fated life.
"Take out your phone and goggle Fred Montez", he said, sounding so defeated as he laid on the bed.
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