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Song: Only You by Brenda Lee

"Are you going to make it tonight, Ben?" Diana asked, walking up to her husband and placing her hands on his chest.

His smile was small and when she thought he was going to give her affection, she was immediately disappointed as his hands grabbed her wrists and gently removed her hands from his body.

"I can't tonight, baby. Next time, I promise."

That's what he said last time, she thought.

"Oh, okay…"

"Don't wait up for me," he kissed her cheek, pulling away too quickly that Diana wasn't able to revel in the brief kiss.

She watched him get into the backseat of his car with his men and speed away without a second thought. Diana didn't know this was the life she was going to have to live after agreeing to marry him. Ben changed after their honeymoon and it seemed like she didn't even know him at all anymore.

Diana walked back into the mansion and into her room, which was separate from Ben's. They didn't even sleep in the same room as one another and when they were intimate, Ben didn't dare touch her. He liked to watch, but never touch. It was odd and very different from their honeymoon.

Since moving to Florida, Diana heard many rumors about Ben. She always wondered what he did for a living, but he simply answered with "business" and shrugged it off as if it wasn't important. Still, though, that didn't mean that Diana didn't hear rumors about his so-called "business."

He was supposedly known as The Butcher and if that nickname didn't terrify her, the stories did. Ben was ruthless and a murderer, never blinking an eye to kill people for his personal gain.

However, Diana assumed they were just rumors. Ben was her husband and as a doting, loyal wife, she had to trust him. Though, it had been six months since their honeymoon and the moment they landed in Florida, his demeanor changed.

They had been going from having sex nearly every day to nothing at all. He was busy, as he said, but Diana was beginning to learn that maybe the rumors weren't rumors at all. Maybe they were the truth and simply warnings for her to leave.

Ben had been married twice before her and coincidentally, both women died during childbirth. It seemed too ironic for both women to have complications during their pregnancy leading to the birth of their child.

Regardless, Diana told herself to never push Ben to the edge. She had been walking on eggshells around him since moving and she was desperate for human interaction.

Ben and Diana met at one of her shows and he was immediately captivated by her beauty and her angelic voice. Seeing her on stage and hearing her sing in that beautiful gown, Ben knew that he wanted her and whatever Ben wanted, he got.

She convinced him to allow her to continue singing since they moved. He was reluctant at first, but ultimately found a reason to flaunt his new wife in the best possible way. She was beautiful and she was talented.

Diana finished getting ready. She was supposed to perform at the Miramar Playa tonight and was extremely excited. She heard that this hotel had become very popular in the past few years since it opened. There was a big party happening in one of the hotel's main ballroom and this allowed Diana a chance to mingle and showcase her talent in one night.

Her hair was perfectly curled, applying a pin to one side to hold it back and away from her face. She was dressed in a black gown that reached the floor and showcased her curves; it was sleeveless, sleek, and had a deep low v-cut to expose her chest. Diana finally applied her deep red lipstick after sliding her feet into her heels. As she stood from her seat, she looked herself over and grinned. She was ready.

There was a driver waiting for her at the front of the mansion, leaning against the car. Diana smiled politely, avoiding the man's lingering gaze on her body.

"Evening, Mrs. Diamond," he smiled politely.

"Hi. I'm all set and ready to go," she replied.

The man opened the door for her and Diana smiled in response. As she slid into the car, she placed her bag on her lap and watched the man shut the door and climb into the driver's seat. Without hesitation, he started the car and began driving to the Miramar Playa.

While she was excited, Diana was also nervous. She always had nerves before going on stage, but she knew that when the lights would hit her and the microphone would be within arm's reach, she would be fine. She just hoped the few songs she was going to sing tonight would be more than satisfactory.

Diana felt the car stop. She had been thinking so much that she didn't realize they finally arrived. As she stepped out the car, Diana was taken aback by the beauty of the hotel. It was right on the beach and she yearned to just ditch the dress and go for a swim. Hopefully, though, this wasn't going to be her last visit to the beautiful hotel.

"Miss Diana, right this way," a bellboy said, smiling at her politely. "Mr. Evans is currently preparing for the party tonight, but he had me escort you to your changing room."

"Changing room? I didn't think I was supposed to bring any clothes," she responded, biting her lower lip.

"Nonsense. I'm sure Mr. Evans planned ahead."

He led Diana throughout the main lobby of the hotel, leaving her driver outside to smoke. She was fascinated, looking around with wide eyes and a small smile on her lips. Once at the room, the bellboy smiled and held the door open.

"I'll let Mr. Evans know that you're here. Help yourself to some food that we laid out for you, and good luck out there," he grinned.

"Oh, thank you." The young man shut the door and Diana arched a brow, looking at the assortment of snacks on the table. She looked herself over in the mirror and bit her lower lip. They were treating her like she was some big celebrity that it just made her even more nervous.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. Diana opened it to reveal a man in a well-tailored suit with soft eyes and a small smile that showcased his dimples. She cleared her throat. He was handsome and Diana knew that thinking about having sex with him was technically cheating, but she couldn't help it.

It was hard to look away from him.

"Diana, right?" he smiled, his voice deep and husky.

"Mhm…" she answered. "That's me."

"Mind if I come in?"

"Um…"

He chuckled, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Oh, sorry. I'm Ike Evans. Owner of the Miramar Playa. I probably should have started with that, huh?"

Diana blushed, "Probably, but come in."

He stepped inside, glancing around the room before turning his attention back to her. Diana watched as his eyes ran over her frame, but he maintained a neutral expression. She couldn't read him, but the smile was still on his lips.

"You look gorgeous," he complimented.

"Oh, thank you. I hear it's a big party. I've got to impress you somehow," she teased.

Ike chuckled, taking one hand from his pocket to run through his hair absently. "I've got a few other singers after you, so if you'd like to stay after your set, you are more than welcome to."

"Thank you, Mr. Evans."

He shook his head, "Ike. Call me Ike. Mr. Evans makes me feel old." he laughed.

"Well…" she grinned.

"We just met and already you're teasin' me," he winked.

Diana bit her lower lip. It had been a long time since she was given this much attention from the opposite sex that she was yearning for more. He was tall, handsome, and she wanted him.

"Should I stop then?" Diana smiled.

Ike took a step forward into her personal space, looking down at her. "Don't. I kinda like it."

She licked her lips slowly, her red plump lips begging to be kissed. Diana looked directly into Ike's eyes and smiled, "Well, I should probably get ready."

Ike nodded, walking towards the door. He turned to look over his shoulder and smiled, "You're trouble, aren't you, Miss Diana?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should find out for yourself," she winked.

"I think that answers my question. I'll see you out there, Diana," Ike chuckled, closing the door behind him.

Diana sat at the chair and sighed to herself, shutting her eyes as her mind drifted to Ike. She couldn't even think about Ben whatsoever. At first, she was excited to come to the Miramar Playa and perform, but now she was more excited to see Ike again.

A couple of minutes passed when there was a faint knock at the door once more. It was the same bellboy from earlier to tell her that the party had begun and they were waiting for her to come onto stage.

She nodded, reapplying her red lipstick and walking out of the room. Diana followed the bellboy into the main ballroom, immediately noticing the stage. She stepped onto it, her heels clicking against the floor and when she got up to the mic, the spotlight faced her and instantly, Diana smiled.

Her eyes scanned the room and when she found Ike standing with a few other men, the song began and the band started to play.

Diana kept her eyes locked onto his, despite the spotlight making him a dark shadow. She held the microphone stand and began singing, her voice carrying through the room effortlessly. The song hadn't been directed to anyone, but she made sure that when she looked at Ike, she meant every word.

She was playing with fire, but he was giving her a thrill that she hadn't felt before. Diana gently dragged the stand lightly along the stage as she sang through the song, biting her lower lip seductively when there was a break in the song.

Diana felt the tension surround the air as the song slowly came to an end. As the spotlight moved with her, she had a better glimpse of Ike who looked entranced by her movements and voice. She smiled at him, finishing the song with a gradual fade. She bit her lower lip when she heard the claps from the many people that occupied the ballroom.

She sang two more songs until the other singers were next. As she did, she noticed that Ike was nowhere to be seen, so she focused on her vocals and playing the crowd. Diana loved being on stage and showcasing her talent. She was humble, but she knew she was good.

After her set, Diana walked off stage and went back to her changing room. She debated on going back to attend the party as a guest, but decided against it. She didn't know how Ben would react if he knew that her singing was an excuse to go to parties.

Just as Diana was going to reach for the snacks on the table, there was a soft knock at the door. She arched a brow and opened it to reveal Ike who stepped inside without asking this time around. He locked it behind him and smiled, tilting his head.

"I loved your performance," he said.

Diana smiled, walking back to the table. She leaned over it to look at herself in the mirror, her backside sticking out as she reapplied her red lipstick. "Thank you," she muttered.

Ike cleared his throat, his eyes raking over the tightness of her dress. He walked over to her and rested his hands along her sides, running it down to rest on her hips as he pressed himself against her.

She gasped, looking up at him through the mirror as she dropped her lipstick onto the table.

"Ike?"

"I just met you, but there's something about you that I want more of," he admitted. "I want to get to know you."

Diana stood upright, his arm snaking around her waist and keeping her flush against his front. "We can't, Ike…"

Ike noticed how she hadn't pushed him away yet. He knew she wanted this too, so he hesitantly dipped his head lower to lightly kiss along her exposed neck due to the pin holding her hair back. "Why not?"

"I – It's complicated… My god," she moaned, his lips brushing against her hot spots. Diana felt her lower half throb, yearning for the lack of attention that its received. She tried to think of Ben, but with Ike's strong arms holding her against him, his lips on her neck, and his front pressing against her, she couldn't think of anything but Ike.

"Ike…" she repeated.

He turned her around slowly, hoisting her onto the table and pulling her to the edge. Her gown was long, so it was difficult to part her legs, but Ike kept his distance while keeping his hands on her hips. "If you want me to leave, tell me and I will go right out that door and act like nothing happened."

Diana stared at him. He was being serious. She contemplated on telling him to leave, but there was something in his eyes that wanted him to stay. It wasn't only the sex that she wanted. Ike was piquing her curiosity and while she had temptations before him, no one ever got close enough to breaking that wall to get to her.

She was still married, but Ike was at the forefront of her mind. Ben had become an afterthought.

As the slow seconds trickled by, Ike took a step back. He assumed she wanted him to leave.

"All right, Diana. Good night," he whispered.

Diana shook her head and tugged on his wrist, pulling him back to her. She looked into his eyes and cupped his cheeks, leaning in to press her lips lightly against his. She whimpered instantly at the feel of his soft lips against her own. It was as if they were made for one another at how easily they began kissing; it seemed almost too normal and familiar.

"You want this?" he asked, pulling back to look into her eyes.

"Yes… I want this. I want you, Ike."

He nodded, smiling and pressing his lips onto hers again. Ike hiked her gown upwards, bunching the material in his hands and lifting it to her hips. Diana lifted herself for her dress to continue to lift from her legs.

Once it rested on her hips, Ike ran his hands along her soft, smooth thighs. He parted his lips, allowing Diana's tongue to flick against his own and he eagerly groaned at the sensation, bringing his hands to her hips and gripping it to pull her further to the edge.

She gasped, parting her legs even further. Sitting at the edge of the table, Ike pressed against her and allowed her to feel his growing bulge from within his suit pants. She was soaked and he could feel it through the material of her lacy underwear.

"Do you always dress like this underneath your clothes?" Ike asked, moving his lips across her throat to her collarbone where he slowly lifted one of its sleeves down her arm.

"Mhm… A woman's got to have sexy lingerie," she smiled, shivering against his soft kisses.

Ike groaned at her answer, pulling back to look into her eyes. "Are you messing with me?"

Diana licked her red lips, shaking her head. "Not about that."

He narrowed his eyes, pushing your panties aside and running his slender finger along your slit as your wetness coated the tip of his finger. Ike grinned, pulling back to bring his finger to his lips, groaning at the sweet taste it left on his lips.

"Ike, please… I can't wait any longer. I need this," she moaned, dropping her hands to undo his belt.

He smiled, leaning down to kiss along her neck as he allowed her to undo his pants. Once Diana removed the buckle from the belt, Ike took initiative and pulled his zipper down and undid the button from his pants.

Diana looked up at him before dropping her eyes to his lower half. Quickly, she pushed down his pants and watched as the article of clothing (along with his boxers) dropped to the floor to pool around his ankles. Then, she caught sight of his erected manhood standing full at attention and begging to slide into something warm and tight.

She reached out and ran her fingertips down his throbbing cock, feeling the warmth and his pulsating vein from her touch. Diana parted her legs, sliding further down the edge of the table as Ike took a step forward.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked.

"Yes… Stop asking and give it to me," she growled.

Ike smirked, flashing her his dimples once more. He gently pushed her hand away so that he could grasp himself. Slowly, he brought the tip of his cock to press against Diana's entrance, groaning.

"Fuck, Diana…" he mumbled, pushing his hips forward as he finally sunk into her depths.

She moaned loudly, arching her back as she moved her hands to grip the edges of the table for stability. Diana was not expecting him to be this large and despite stroking his cock just a few moments ago, it was different now that he was stretching her from the inside.

"Oh my god, Ike…" she moaned, tossing her head back.

Ike looked at her, tugging one side of her dress further down to reveal her breast. He leaned down and latched his lips onto her nipple, sucking it with occasional flicks of his tongue as his hips began to thrust into you in a rhythmic pace.

Diana's hands move to Ike's hair, threading her fingers through his locks as he continued to pay attention to her breast. His hips did all the work and Diana knew she wouldn't be able to last. It had been so long and her fingers weren't helping whatsoever.

Ike was giving her more pleasure than any other man (including Ben) had given her. He pulled back to look into her eyes, bringing a hand to cup her cheek.

"Open your eyes, Diana," he whispered.

She leaned against his touch and opened her eyes to look into his own. Diana bit her lower lip, his hips slamming into hers causing her orbs to widen at the sudden hard thrust. He was filling her to the hilt that gave her the sensation of being filled in the right places.

"Damn, you're so beautiful," he repeated.

Diana wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. She moaned against him, her walls beginning to tighten around his member as he moved in and out of her rapidly without any sign of stopping.

"I – I'm close!" she moaned against his lips, pulling back to dig her nails into his suit jacket. "Ike…"

"Come for me," he whispered huskily. "Come all over my dick."

At his choice of words, Diana held onto him tightly and wrapped her legs around his waist as her walls tightened and she felt her climax rush through her body unexpectedly. Ike groaned, her warm abyss tighter than ever.

"Fuck," he cursed, slamming his hips repeatedly into her.

After a few thrusts, Ike pulled out and covered his tip as he released over his hand. Diana watched him carefully as his face contorted into pleasure. He had thrown his head back and his mouth was slightly agape once he released his own climax. She realized that his release was now all over his hand and she smiled, grasping his wrist and bringing each of his fingertips to her lips to suck off his sticky, white liquid.

"Dirty, dirty girl," he smirked.

"Mm, delicious," Diana replied with a grin, reaching over for a napkin to wipe the rest of his release from his hand.

Ike pulled his pants back up and recomposed himself to make it look like nothing happened. She smiled, the thrill of getting caught was running through her veins and she stood from the table to resituate her panties and lower her gown. Diana covered her breast and looked up at Ike, licking her lips.

Just as she was going to speak, there was a knock at the door and she widened her eyes.

"Diana, we've gotta go." It was her driver. She really hoped that he didn't hear anything.

"Yeah, I'm coming! Give me a second," she answered.

Ike looked down at her, "Oh yeah, you definitely were coming."

Diana giggled, grabbing a napkin and writing her number down. Ike looked over her shoulder and smiled to himself. She turned to face him and placed the napkin into his jacket, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Call me," she smiled.

"And you know where to call me," he answered with a grin.

During the ride back to the mansion, Diana couldn't help but think about Ike. His dimples, his gorgeous brown orbs, his deep voice, his soft lips caressing her skin, his hands gripping her tightly, and his hips slamming into her… She couldn't get him out of her mind and she was certain that she didn't want to.

"All right. You're home. You know the rules. No leaving until Ben comes back," her driver said.

"I know. Thank you for driving me."

He nodded, giving her another lingering gaze before turning away to light his cigarette.

Diana quickly entered the mansion and decided to take a bath. She poured herself a glass of wine and ran the water in the large bathtub. She could touch herself at the thought of Ike and she was sure that she would reach climax.

After removing her clothes and the water finished filling the tub, she entered and slowly lowered herself into the sudsy water. She brought the glass of wine to her lips and smiled at the taste, shutting her eyes and leaning her head back.

Stuck in her thoughts, Diana didn't notice that Ben had entered the bathroom. He kneeled next to the tub and gently ran his fingertips across her cheek lightly.

"Hey, baby…" he cooed.

Diana flinched, opening her eyes and biting her lower lip at the sight of Ben despite her mind being occupied by Ike. "You scared me," she feigned a fake giggle.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Did you do well tonight?" Ben asked.

"Absolutely. I had a great time performing like always. The crowd loved it."

Ben grinned, leaning in to kiss her cheek. Diana shut her eyes and imagined Ike, but there was a faint scent of perfume that lingered around Ben that did not belong to her. She never thought she would get cheated on, but she couldn't get angry because she did the same tonight.

Instead, she forced a smile and turned her head to kiss his cheek as well. "Thank you for allowing me to perform."

Ben smiled, "You know you're my favorite right?"

Diana didn't understand his question, but she simply nodded. After their brief conversation, Ben left the bathroom. She shut her eyes and suddenly felt very dirty about herself. However, she felt dirty that she was married to Ben and not that she cheated on him.

She knew that Ben had other women, but to smell it on him was different. It confirmed her silent accusations and she wanted nothing more than to be with Ike.