"My Mother's Wife"
So, now you're interested. Good.
Rated M for Mature Content.
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"Maya. I'm in love with Angel," she doesn't sound so convinced and she can tell I noticed by the look on my face. "I am Maya."
I take a half step closer; my lips are just a whisper away, "Who are you trying to convince Emily? Me or you…"
I do what I have to do. I walk away.
But before I disappear for the night I say, "Happy New Year Emily," giving her my signature wink leaving her flustered again.
The elevator doors close…
Chapter 3: A Mother's Milk
Maya POV
It's late in the afternoon and I've been relegated to the underground bar, Atlantis, but I kind of don't mind being hidden away. I need to stay in control where Emily is concerned and I'm finding it difficult to do so. My back is to the window that showcases the pool when my bartending partner Sean, points someone out to me.
"Hey, isn't she the shark's new wife?"
I turn around looking through the circular window admiring the bikini clad Alison DiLaurentis. She swims by the huge glass between us smiling and flirting and all Sean can say is,
"Wow."
And then she disappears and I can't help but approach the window angling to see more.
"Hey Sean, cover for me will ya?"
"Yeah sure."
I need to know her game. So I go above ground in my black pants and white short-sleeve polo shirt. But when I step onto the pool patio I see Max DiLaurentis and try to leave unnoticed. But, it's too late; he sees me and calls me over to his table.
"Maya! Come here," he smiles
I acknowledge him and he waves me over. I have no choice but to go and talk to him.
"Do you have any more of that Champagne from the New Year's party? It was magnificent."
He treats me like the hired help but I guess I am in his eyes.
"Champagne?"
"Yes, Champagne.
I feel nervous. Am I acting nervous?
"Maya, we'll have four glasses of that fine Champagne please. And bring an extra bottle."
Mr. DiLaurentis and his guests rattle off food orders as well and I just nod trying desperately not to look guilty.
Max yells across the pool deck to his wife, "Princess, Champagne?"
"I'll give her my order," she replies from the chaise lounge with her towel half covering her bikini clad body.
I look at her like what the fuck are you doing?
He hands me a C-note hoping it will encourage me to expedite his order. Then he dismisses me by engaging with the men at his table. I walk away stopping at Alison's chair. She has laid out her towel hoping I will peruse her body.
She lowers her sunglasses looking into my eyes, "I'll have my usual," she purrs.
I stand there with my back to her husband, "You're crazy."
"You love it?" she flirts.
"No I don't," I'm annoyed by her openness in front of her husband.
"Yes you do," she puts her sunglasses back on. "He's going out. You should come by tonight."
"You're fucking crazy," I say walking away from her forwardness.
"I'll have a spritz of sparkling soda with that," she calls to me making our exchange look formal warding off any suspicions her husband might have concerning his flirtatious, desirable wife.
Emily POV
Lily is being ridiculous. She has a list of a hundred kids she wants at her party and still thinks she's getting Bieber or Beyonce. I roll my eyes at all of it…
It's well passed dinner when I hear the elevator doors ding and my heart begins to race. I get up rushing to the mirror checking my hair and makeup. I hear a knock at the door. I take in a breath letting it out slowly. I open the door with a huge smile that quickly fades.
"Will, hey come in."
"Thanks Emily, I was just wondering how the party planning was coming along."
We walk into the family room and sit down, "It's not going so good."
"Let me guess, Lily is being impossible."
I smile, "Yes she is. And I have to say I feel like your mom is allowing it."
"She wants you to do whatever Lily wants, doesn't she?"
"How'd ya guess," I kind of snicker and he does as well.
"Look, Lily and Angel are both being unrealistic. So how can I help?"
My head pops up and I don't feel so alone anymore, "Well, what do you think about this party?"
"I think it should be in the grand ballroom and I think we should hire a deejay," he says without hesitation.
"Any deejay?" I narrow an eye at him because he seems to have a plan.
"More like a music producer who specializes in remixes, and I think we can reserve someone who calls himself Zedd. That would solve a lot of problems. He's produced some of billboard's top dance remixes and Lily will love it."
"And how do you propose we get him?"
"Well, as you know, I'm interning at an entertainment lawyer's office in the international division and they just happen to represent him."
"You won't get in trouble for that will you?"
"No way. We've met before and he's a really cool guy. He'll do it but I think if we have some type of charity involved it would be an easier sell. I'm pretty sure I can convince him. We'll make it a birthday charity event and then he can't say no."
"Okay then. It's settled. Zedd it is!"
We chat for a bit and I somehow manipulate the conversation to see if he knows where Maya is working today.
"I should tell Maya about the party. Do you happen to know where she is?" I bite my lower lip but I think he's oblivious to it.
"Last I heard she was relegated to the Atlantis. She's working well into the night. She'll do anything for Angel's approval. She definitely wants more responsibility around here and she's doing what she has to, to get it."
"I hadn't realized. Maybe I'll stop by and let her know what we, you, came up with. It'll be a nice distraction."
"I'm sure she'd like that."
Will leaves and I feel amazing! It's like the stress of this fifteen year olds birthday party has vanished. I walk out onto the balcony and stretch. Mmm, I feel so good, as I look out into the nighttime sky and the moonlight reflecting onto the lighted pool below and I think about the Atlantis. I know what I want to do but instead I put on a sexy black negligée and hop into bed. Shortly thereafter, I can hear Angel coming, throwing her keys on the table; she pours herself a drink and then walks into our bedroom. I lay there all sexy waiting for her to notice.
"Hey, you're home on time for a change," I lower my voice in an attempt to seduce her.
"Yeah. Things seem to be running smoothly which kind of worries me in a way," she says still not looking at me. "How's the party planning going?" she asks.
"All done."
"What?" she turns around with glass in hand. "How did you accomplish that? Is it Bieber or Beyonce?"
I sit up leaning against my extended arm but still she either notices and doesn't say anything or doesn't notice at all.
"Neither."
She looks at me curiously, "Neither? Who then?"
"Well, Will, came up with a great compromise."
"Which is what?"
"We'll have the party in the grand ball room like we originally planned and we'll have a deejay."
"But before I can even tell her who it is she gets upset with me, "Emily, a deejay? A deejay for my daughter's fifteenth birthday party? That's unacceptable! What were you thinking!"
I feel like a child. I feel so stupid in my negligee. I grab the sheet and blanket to cover up.
"Do I have to do everything myself?"
"But Angel, he's not just a deejay, he's Zedd."
"Zedd? What the fuck is that?"
And then her phone rings. She leaves the bedroom to answer it.
I fall back onto the pillows feelings so foolish. I feel tears welling up in my eyes but I fight them. I sit up. I feel angry. And I'll be damned if she's going to make me feel this way!
She yells from the hallway, "Emily, I have to go. There's a crisis I need to sort out." And she's gone, leaving me all alone again.
Fuck that! I get up. I undress. I get in the sexiest bikini I own. I put on a robe and slip on a pair of wedge backless sandals and head to the pool…
Maya POV
It's late. Everyone seems to have called it a night except for me. I send Sean home and do some preparation for tomorrow. I lean against the bar looking out into the pool. It's so clear with the lights shining that it feels peaceful. I pick up a glass and put a dish towel inside, turning it over and over to dry it. I get lost in the rippling of the water as I keep turning and turning and…
A body swims by. I stop what I'm doing becoming entranced by the figure swimming passed. It's a familiar figure. She swims downward flipping around giving me a full view of her beauty. She's gone and my heart quickens its beat demanding her return. My mouth parts as my breathing escalates. She's swimming straight towards me. She's looking at me smiling. She swims up, I'm assuming, filling her lungs with air, and then she descends feet first stopping directly in front of me. Her breasts spill over her white top. Her torso is toned but not rippled, very feminine, very sexy. Her bottoms are so very small it's like she's not wearing anything at all…
I put the glass down. I challenge her to swim away by slipping my hand into my pants. Her eyes widen. Her mouth is agape. But she remains watching…
I rub myself slowly wanting to savor the moment. And she's gone again. More air, I presume. And then she's back looking sexier than ever. My hand moves back and forth. Her hand slips over her suit, not quite reaching where my eyes are begging her to. I slip my tongue between my lips urging her to touch herself. I've picked up the pace feeling the excitement flash through my body and I'm watching her hand slide closer and I can sense the excitement flash through her…
But damn! She's gone again for another breath…when I hear…
"Hey lover."
Fuck me! Alison! I pull my hand from my pants whipping my body around hoping to block her view by keeping her eyes focused on me.
"Hey. What're you doing here?" I tilt my head drawing her to me.
"I told you Max took off somewhere again and since you wouldn't come to me I decided to come to you. I'm not being fucking crazy am I?"
"I, ah, guess not," I narrow an eye at her.
"Kiss me," she leans over the bar.
I kiss her in the hopes that she doesn't see Emily.
She peers over my shoulder, "Looks like someone's out for a late night swim."
Fuck.
"Oh yeah?" I act like I hadn't noticed.
I turn around and she's gone. She must've seen us. Damn it!
"I don't see anyone," I walk as close to the window as I can to see if I can see her. But, she's gone.
"Maybe she didn't want an audience. And maybe I don't want one either," Alison flirts.
"An audience? For what?"
"You'll see but let's have a drink first."
"Okay. How about a shot?" Cuz I need one right now.
"How about a row of shots?"
"I can do that."
I'm feeling seduce-able by the wrong woman again.
"So Maya, have you ever had a mother's milk?"
"Umm, I'm guessing when I was an infant."
She laughs, flipping her blonde mane behind her tantalizing me with those baby blues.
"That's cute. Would you like one now?" she smiles wickedly.
"You've rendered me curious and I'm thinking I don't have a choice now do I?"
"No you don't. Come over here on this side of the bar and I'm going to give you a mother's milk."
Hmm, these shots are making it very easy for me to concede.
I walk around and she has me sit on a stool with my back to the bar. She then scoots up onto the bar sitting down. What the fuck is she going to do?
"What kind of shot do you want?"
"I'll stick with the vodka."
"So is anyone going to be coming in here?" she asks.
"They shouldn't. We're supposed to be closed."
She grabs the vodka with the spigot on the end to control the pour. Then she pulls her shirt under her breasts exposing her nipples. I lick my lips.
"You like?"
"I like."
"Lean your head back," she commands. "And open your mouth."
I have no idea what she's going to do to me but I play along willingly.
She positions her nipple above my mouth which stays open. Then she pours the vodka onto her tanned chest. It flows down her breast over her nipple trickling directly into my mouth. I'm so fucking turned on right now! I swallow and she pours some more. She's not being as careful now as she tips the bottle over her breasts and the vodka cascades over her nipple into my mouth and onto my chin. She puts the bottle on top of the bar while I swallow. Her eyes dare me to suck on her and I eagerly accept her dare…
I grab her breast savoring every last drop that flowed from her. I lick around her nipple and over it looking up at her as I do it. Her head goes back giving me total access to her tits. I take my sexual frustration out on her with a fierce aggression. She moans with excitement as I pull and bite and squeeze her. She leans down licking my chin giving me open mouth kisses. But I'm not done with her. I grab her jeans; she lifts her ass so I can pull them off of her completely. She sits on top of the bar with legs open and I look at her with a wild sexual desire that makes her shriek before my mouth even reaches her…
Angel POV
"Max, you needed to see me," I ask at the yacht club he insisted I meet him at.
"Angel, so good of you to come."
"Like I had a choice."
"Well, now that you're here let's talk."
A wait staff brings two bourbons. We clink glasses and sip. He's in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair, very tan with barely an ounce of fat on his fit body. His square jaw is domineering but his hazel eyes seem to soften his cutthroat image.
"You didn't call me here at this hour for a drink."
"No, no I didn't. I called you over here to find out how you're going to fill that hotel during the nonpeak months."
"This couldn't wait until tomorrow?"
"Angel, as owner of 49% of this hotel, I expect to be kept abreast of all things financial. And as your silent partner, meeting you in the middle of the night is the only time I can get any answers from you."
"We'll be fine Max. There are conferences scheduled as well as vacation deals and reservations from the upper crust like you."
He laughs, "That's cute Angel."
"Is that all?"
"Angel, keep me abreast."
I nod and leave.
Damn you Maximilian DiLaurentis! I will find the money, whatever it takes, to buy back your shares of The Edgemont and be rid of you once and for all! And I think I know just how to do that…
Emily POV
Oh my god! I hope that person didn't recognize me! What was I thinking! I know what I was thinking but why am I thinking it! I lie in my bed in shorts and a t-shirt. No more sexy negligees tonight. Angel ruined the moment and now I can't get Maya out of my head. Watching her touch herself because of me, made me feel so sexy and wanted. I slip my fingers through my hair thinking about that look in her eye. Just that look put a spell on me, a spell that makes me feel more like hers than Angel's…
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To Be Continued…
The Zedd event is a big part of setting up the rest of the story.