"My Mother's Wife"
Hi, there was so much going on in the last chapter! Oh my, I have my work cut out for me!
I understand there is a viewer out there who just had surgery too. This one is for you! Happy recovery!
Oh boy, here we go! I hope I can thoroughly entertain you!
So, without further delay here is the next chapter…
Rated M for Mature Content.
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"Emily, is everything all right in there?" Angel asks sweetly.
"Yeah. I just over did it. I'm not as young as Maya and she pushed me to my limits."
"Is Maya in her room?"
"We went our separate ways. I'm not sure where she is," I lie.
She has this relieved look on her face, "Well, I'm going to my office. If you need anything just call," she kisses my forehead.
"I will."
When she's gone I sink beneath the bubbles wishing I could choose without hurting anyone. But the realization sets in, it doesn't matter who I choose because someone will end up losing…
Chapter 16: What is Alison's Game?
Emily POV
Two weeks later…
I try desperately to shower off all the stress I've accumulated since the Auction. But all I've been able to think about is Maya, Alison and Max. I step out of the shower to dry off hoping to leave my thoughts behind but I'm struggling to let go of what happened. I said I didn't trust Maya but the truth is she's the only one I trust. Then visions of Alison return, consuming my mind! She's everywhere in this hotel and much of the time she's with Angel. She'd be better off dead after manipulating Maya like that! I can't take her anymore!
"I swear to god Alison DiLaurentis; I'm going to kill you for what you did!" I scream!
Killing her might be a bit harsh but she definitely better get what she deserves and then some! I'm officially done with stressing about Alison and her wicked, wicked ways!
I toss my towel aside glancing at myself in the mirror. I'm trembling. I take several deep breaths watching my body begin to calm. I can't help looking at myself as I've gotten a lot of attention in the past because of my body which I make sure I take care of. But I also don't share it with just anyone...
I pick up the bottle of lotion squirting it into my hands, rubbing them together and smoothing it over my bronzed shoulders and arms. I push the pump again and massage my tanned legs making them silky to the touch. And while I caress my vanilla scented hands over my yearning place, there's only one person who comes to mind, the only person I trust…
I quickly put on a bra and panties, throwing on a sleek, ivory knit sundress over me, covered in a bold blue tropical leaf print with a neckline that follows the curve of my collarbone, and a sleeveless racerback bodice. It has a fitted waist atop a flaring skirt and a zipper I might need help with later. I smile a bit mischievously from that last thought as I slip on matching ivory sandals, dab on some light makeup and tousle my fingers through my hair.
Maya has been MIA for the past few weeks, not a text, a phone call or even a shift at the Atlantis. It's the only way I've been able to avoid her all this time while Angel has had no problem avoiding me. I've asked around only to find out that Maya packed up some of her things and walked out of the Edgemont without a word as to her whereabouts. But I know where she is. She's at the bungalow. I just know it!
I have to go back…
As I'm grabbing my bag and car keys, Lily makes her presence known.
"What's the hurry Emily?"
"Huh! You scared me! Why are you always sneaking up on me?"
"I wasn't. You're just always deep in thought about—let me guess, Maya."
"That's enough Lily. You have no idea what you're talking about." Cocky effing teenager!
"But I do," she stands there with her arms folded across her chest rather confidently, "you're going to do whatever you have to do. I don't care how miserable you are I won't let you be the reason I lose my inheritance."
"You're not going to lose anything Lily."
"I know. You are. You're going to lose Angel and Maya and any money you thought you might get out of this marriage."
"My marriage has never had anything to do with money," I say with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes challenging her to assume some more.
"Well, it had nothing to do with love either," she sasses.
"What do you know about love?" I ask knowing that at fifteen she knows absolutely nothing about it!
"I might have been really young when my dad died but I remember the look in my mother's eyes whenever they were together. She doesn't look at you that way Emily," she says more with sadness for the loss of her father than contempt for me. For the first time I feel empathy towards her.
"She shouldn't. Our love is completely different than what she had with your dad," I relax my facial expressions trying to show her that I do understand. I do love Angel but not the way I love Maya.
"It was the love of two soul mates. Who's your soul mate Emily?" She pushes.
"Good bye Lily," I tried! But she's intent on being an annoying little brat!
"Say hello to Maya for me!" She yells with a smugness that makes me a bit—worried.
I walk away choosing to let it go, waiting for the elevator doors to open. I step inside and when they close I wonder if I should just play the doting wife for the next ten years. And then the number ten flashes in front of my face over and over! I close my eyes knowing there's no way I can commit to that and I think Angel knows that too. But what can I do to get out of it? What can Angel do? There must be some legal loophole we can use to challenge the will but right now that's not my top priority. My top priority is finding my true soul mate…
Lily POV
"Oh Emily, you should learn to keep such vengeful thoughts to yourself. So you're going to kill Alison DiLaurentis for what she did. Now, what could she have possibly done for you to make that kind of threat? Well, if anything happens to her I'll make sure the police know where to find you. I hear orange is the new black…"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Coming!"
I open the door to my tutor.
"Did you forget to meet me in the conference room for your lesson?"
"Sorry, something really important came up. I'll get my stuff!"
I can't help but smile from ear to ear as I grab my backpack knowing what I heard could cause Emily to be out of our lives forever! I mean, if anything were to happen to Alison, not that I want it to, but a murder conviction would definitely wipe the slate clean for my mom to marry again. And this time I hope she makes the right choice. I think Uncle Marcus would make an awesome step dad! An awesomely rich step dad!
Alison POV
"Knock, knock," I say as I peak into Angel's office.
Her head pops up, "Alison, come in. Is everything all right?"
I walk in wearing black pumps and a short black wrap around dress. My blue eyes accented by my choice of liner and my wavy blonde hair cascades down my shoulders. She notices.
"I'm not sure."
"What do you mean?" She tilts her head just like Maya does.
"I just spoke to one of the nurses at the hospital and Max is making small improvements. He can't walk but he's starting to talk more coherently."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"It is but I'm afraid," I look at her timidly.
"Afraid he'll want you back home?"
"Afraid he'll press charges."
She gets up from behind her desk walking over to me, her cleavage exposed from a button that may have accidentally come undone, a form fitting black skirt and black heels. She takes my hand, escorting me to the couch with her.
"If he hasn't done so already then it's a safe bet he won't," she smiles trying to lift my spirits.
"Thank you Angel. You always seem to know what to say to me."
She crosses her legs revealing incredible muscle tone, very sexy, "Well, since you're here I think you owe me a better explanation."
I look at her quizzically, "Explanation?"
"You insinuated that Emily and Maya were growing closer."
"Did I?" I sit up straight.
"You did," she raises an eyebrow again, like mother like daughter.
"Angel, you're not going to like what I have to say," I rub my hands together nervously having no idea how she'll react.
She leans towards me resting her chin between her thumb and index finger, "Try me."
"Well, your daughter—Maya and I were having an affair."
She casually leans back into the couch cushions, "Somehow this doesn't surprise me."
"Max knew."
"Alison, is Maya in danger?" She sits up, her question sounding very tense.
"Maya was there the night Max ended up in the hospital."
Now her legs are uncrossed as she sits on the edge of the couch staring me down, "What do you mean she was there?"
"Max would watch us having sex for his own merriment."
"What!"
"There was a room above mine. He would watch through the one way mirrored glass. When I told Maya, she was furious and insisted on putting an end to it."
"What did she do!" She leaps up demanding I answer.
"She was the one who fired the gun. She was the one who almost killed Max."
She starts pacing the room, "And you're just telling me this now after I got you a lawyer! Does he even know?"
"No. I thought it would be best if I took the fall. I mean, even you believed my story," I hide behind the blonde hair that shrouds my face.
She runs her fingers through her dark tresses, "What do you want Alison? Why tell me this now if you were prepared to take the fall for her?"
"Because I thought she was in love with me but she's not. She's fallen in love with someone else."
Her hands grasp her hips in a commanding stance, "Oh, now it's all starting to come together. Maya is in love with Emily, is that what you're insinuating?"
"It's what I know. I thought once Max was out of the picture she and I could stop hiding."
"But Maya doesn't want that."
"Maya wants Emily and Emily wants Maya."
"Emily wants our marriage to work. It has to."
"Why? It's not like you're head over heels in love with her either."
"Alison, what business is that of yours?"
"It's not just me! Everyone knows you're not like you used to be with each other."
"Jesus Alison! Again it's none of your business!"
"But it is business."
"What do you mean?"
"You need someone to invest with you in your future."
She watches me, powerful and confident, "Go on."
I stand up, closing the space between us, "You need a business partner."
"In my marriage?"
"Is your marriage even legal? You were married in another state when it wasn't legal in Florida. Do you have to get remarried in order for Florida to recognize it?"
"What does that matter?"
"It matters because then you could get out of this marriage farce with Emily because you're not really married. You win."
I can tell she's pondering what I've said.
"Alison, you've spent some time thinking about this, why?"
"Because I think I always knew Maya wasn't coming back to me, but it took this awfulness with Max for me to finally realize it and move on."
"Move on to whom?"
I take a step closer, leaving only the air we breathe between us, "You are a very sexy, powerful woman Angel and I can't help but be attracted to you."
"Alison—"
"Angel, Emily is never around because she's fucking Maya. Can't you see that?"
Her reaction tells me she believes me, she believes her wife hasn't been hers for quite some time.
"Alison—"
Again I stop her but this time with a kiss. And when we part to breathe, our eyes crave a need we both have to satisfy. Our lips crash, our hands feel all over each other…
"Fuck me Angel."
And to my shock, she pushes me away. I thought for sure…
She saunters over to her office door and locks it. She, then, shimmies in her sexy pencil skirt over to her desk, presses the intercom button on her phone and tells her assistant she is not to be disturbed under any circumstances.
My heart pounds with adrenaline watching this dominant confident woman temporarily forget about her pathetic marriage, risking everything to satisfy an urge.
She walks deliberately towards me and pushes me onto the couch; her legs are parted as she raises her skirt with her fingertips and straddles my lap.
"Fuck me," she commands.
I feverishly unbutton the rest of her blouse that she lets drop to the floor. My mouth hangs open as she unclasps her bra revealing a very tight bosom. Her nipples are firm and excited. My hands run over her breasts squeezing, my mouth consumes her flesh; my tongue circles her nipple, flicking then sucking. I switch breasts as she arches her back giving herself to me freely! It must have been ages since she's had sex with Emily because she's anxious and ready to fuck!
Emily POV
I drive through town retracing my steps parallel to the beach, and if I'm not mistaken I'm near the bungalow. I park my car across the street in the back of a shopping plaza hoping to shield it from public view. With my sunglasses blocking my eyes and a good portion of my face, I cross the street and disappear behind a novelty shop. I take off my sandals and walk to the beach praying I guessed right. I look to my right and then to my left. There, I see what could be her hideaway. I trek through the sand needing her to still be there...
As I get closer I spy someone under a shady palm lying on a blanket. It must be her! I hurry my stride and when I get there, I lean against its trunk just taking her in, tank top, short shorts, smooth toffee skin…
"Maya," I say startling her.
She whips her head around, "Emily! What are you doing here?"
I step onto the blanket sitting down beside her. I put my things down and try to explain my actions.
"Maya, I shouldn't have been so cowardly and run away."
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"When I got back to the hotel, I was raging. I was jealous. And those two emotions combined scared the hell out of me."
"What were you jealous about?"
"You and Alison. She's always going to be there and as a matter of fact she was with Angel when I got home. And she's with her a lot these days."
"Really."
"Yes, really. I feel like she's angling for something more and I honestly don't have the fight in me to care."
"To care if she's angling for Angel?" She clarifies.
"Wouldn't that solve all of our problems?"
"Emily, the problems will never go away."
"Why not?" I face her directly.
"Because you didn't let me finish telling you about me and Alison."
"What about you and Alison?" My pitch heightens.
"She's blackmailing me," she says feeling the pit in her stomach.
"What? How?"
She looks away, "She's going to pin Max's accident on me if I don't sleep with her."
"What! That's insane!" Now I really do want to kill Alison!
"That's what I told her. Em, I could have his accident pinned solely on me, that's what I'm afraid of unless—"
"Unless what?"
She cups the side of my face looking deeply into my eyes, "You can be my alibi."
"How?"
Her hand drops to my hand, "You can say that we were together at the time of the incident."
"But then I would have to admit to an affair, and Angel would lose everything. She'll lose the hotel and her children's inheritance including yours," I say feeling terrible about it because everyone would end up losing.
"Emily, I could go to prison for the rest of my life!" She grabs her knees resting her forehead against them.
"No! That's not going to happen! I won't lose you!" I kneel in front of her with my hands urging her to look up at me.
Her head snaps up, "Baby, did you hear what you just said? You won't lose me. Does that mean we still have a chance?"
"I can't think straight," I look down at the blanket.
"Come here," Maya lies down and holds her arms out to embrace me.
I lie down next to her with my head on her shoulder smiling.
"Mmm, you smell nice."
I smile slightly.
"Maya, for right now can we pretend that everything is just how you want it to be, me and you in our romantic little bungalow."
"What are you suggesting?" she sounds hopeful.
I look up into her big beautiful brown eyes and say, "I'm suggesting we make love." I roll on top of her, "I need to make love to you. And I need you to make love to me."
Alison POV
My fingers thrust deeply into her! She's panting and moaning for me to keep going! I smile wickedly, enjoying fucking her! Her body is a vessel of feminine perfection! Her lips so soft and her tongue so wet. She is a woman who needs someone who understands what she wants and how to give it to her! I withdraw my fingers covering her pussy with my mouth. Mmm, she's so sweet, so fine, with her triangle of hair at the top of my lip. I move my mouth up a little higher sucking on her soft fur watching her genuine exhilaration while I fuck her! I kiss up her toned belly, wrapping my lips around hers, kissing with an agenda, all its own…
"Get up," she demands.
I straddle her body and she pulls at the backs of my legs bringing me closer and closer to her face. I settle over her thrusting against her mouth as she sends me into a glorious barrage of "uh uh uhs" and "ah ah ah's"! I fuck her face until I cum all over it! I settle my body over hers and we lap up my stickiness from her face and from her face to my chin!
I scoot down over her waist letting her fingers dominate my hole. Her hypnotic stare controls my rhythm as she vigorously fucks me! She is a woman determined to get what she wants at any cost!
We heave, breathing so hard after fucking so fiercely and so passionately!
"Alison," she pushes me away and gets up to put on her clothes, "We can't do that again."
I lie there naked making sure she can see my youthful body, tempting her further.
"We can fuck whenever you want."
"It's not that simple."
"Yes it is."
As she slips on her skirt and buttons her blouse I get up slowly approaching her. She stops. I take her hand and place it between my legs. I'm wet. I bring her fingers to her face and she inhales my scent. Then I stick them in her mouth one at a time.
"You and I can do whatever you want."
"Get dressed," she orders.
"Only after a kiss."
She pushes me away, "Get dressed," she commands again.
This time I comply.
"Angel."
"What Alison?"
"I won't tell."
"I know you won't. You have too much to gain by not telling."
I smile a seductive smile, "Room 304, any time you want to—talk about business."
She tries not to smile.
"You know where to find me."
"Go Alison."
I leave her office confident we will fuck again…
Angel POV
I rub my face with my hands, "What is happening?"
Emily, are you really screwing my daughter? Maya, did you really shoot at Max? Alison, did I really just fuck you? The marriage issues I can deal with but premeditated murder? I don't even know what my own daughter is capable of! My marriage, on the other hand, I know is as flimsy as this will. There has to be a way out but until I find one, Emily and I will just have to deal with staying married to each other.
This is absolutely insane! My daughter is fucking my wife and I'm fucking her ex-lover. Not only that, my daughter could be indicted on attempted murder charges! I need a drink, something strong. I need a distraction but I guess I already have that in Room 304…
My thoughts are disrupted by the intercom.
"Yes Julie."
"Marcus St. Germain is here to see you."
"Does he have an appointment?"
"No, but he's insistent."
"Fine, send him in."
Emily POV
Maya and I have stolen away in her friend's bungalow. We lie naked in this cozy bed taking turns kissing up and down each other's bodies, savoring each touch from our lips. This is how I imagined making love with my soul mate would be, so attentive to each other's bodies and needs, taking our time to find those spots that make us cry with pleasure.
Our bodies are completely in sync, moving effortlessly against each other. My eyes glisten with happiness as I hold her gaze seeing much more than sex between two people; this is love, a fluid ballet of devotion filling our hearts, leaving no room for anyone else's love…
As our intimacy moves our bodies in different positions, I have my back to her. I can feel the light flutter of kisses on my shoulder bringing a broad smile to my lips. Every kiss rejuvenates me and makes me want to prolong our love making to forever…
I can feel her light touches caress my forearm while feeling the impression of her firm breasts and her toned abs and her yearning warmth against me. Her hand gently follows the curves of my body sending droves of tingling sensations inside of me. I gingerly roll over beneath her, letting her settle onto me. I push her hair to one side so I can memorize her beautiful face and her perfect smile and the endless love in her eyes. Our lips meet sweetly, tenderly once, twice, three times with each time getting lost in each other's souls…
She snuggles her body next to me, cheek to cheek, and as she turns her face just slightly our lips barely brush the others, no words are necessary as our actions have expressed who we are and who we are destined to be with. I kiss her shoulder, the crook of her neck, the line of her jaw, and sweep my lips across hers. I want to continue I need to touch her the way she touched me. I need her to feel how she made me feel. My hand lies across her chest moving towards her neck slipping it into the v between my thumb and forefinger. Her neck is long and slender as I stroke it gently feeling her throat tremble. Our eyes connecting like laser beams of trust as our bodies complete the next chapter of our love.
"I thought I didn't know you but I do know you Maya, better than anyone I've ever known."
"You know me and you love me."
"I do love you."
"And I love you."
I fall asleep with her nestled in my arms. I can feel her breath against my neck. I can feel her love blanket my body. I know who I have to be with but I don't know how I can be with her…
Angel POV
"I have nothing to say to you Marcus."
"Well, I have something to say to you."
"I'm sure you do."
"Your marriage is over."
"My marriage is none of your concern."
"It is when it's contingent upon what happens to this hotel."
"All you ever cared about was this hotel. How could I have been so stupid!"
"I care about you too."
"Bullshit."
"If that's the way you feel about it then when are you and Emily getting remarried?"
"We haven't set a date."
"Angel, you don't need to let that beautiful wedding package you bought for Emily go to waste. You could marry me instead. We could have it all."
"You don't want to marry me. You want to marry this hotel."
"It doesn't have to be this way."
"You made it this way!"
"Angel—"
"Marcus, get out!" I point at the door.
"Think about what I said. We could have it all!"
"Get out!" I grab my stapler and throw it at the door barely missing him!
Narrator POV
Max DiLaurentis lies in his hospital bed barely able to move his toes. When he fell through the ceiling he landed hard on his back causing complications with his gross motor abilities. He also hit his head, causing his speech to be hesitant, stuttering to say words he knows he knows how to say. The doctors diagnosed him with swelling on his brain therefore he's being kept at the hospital so he can be monitored. In the meantime, he has a therapist helping him regain his speech.
No one is poking and prodding at him at the moment so he takes some time to catch up on the latest news stories. The nurse gave him some newspapers and magazines to give him something to do as well as keep his brain active. He opens the first page where the editorial piece catches his eye. It's about him. Marcus St. Germain wrote a scathing piece about him with the help of Angel St. Germain. It suggests he has been involved in some illegal business practices and creative accounting.
He slams the paper onto his lap wondering where they could've gotten the information they have which in certain parts was rather specific. His teeth clench as his eyes focus narrowly at the rumpled up newspaper in front of him.
Then he recalls what the District Attorney said to him. 'I've got you dead to rights.' Max puts it all together, Angel and Marcus gave James Kain information with which to bury him with but who gave it to them?
"Alison," he says without hesitation.
She is not only responsible for him being in the hospital but now she's responsible for him possibly losing his entire fortune.
Revenge fills his eyes, "Alison, you-ou wi-ill p-pay for what you've d-done."
Alison POV
Knock, knock.
I open the door.
"Marcus."
"Hello Alison. Can I come in?"
I close the door behind him.
"Did you get anywhere with Angel?"
"That depends; remind me what you promised me."
"You will own my forty-nine percent shares of the Edgemont."
I smile victoriously, "You'll be happy to know I'm working on it."
"Work faster. If you want independence from Max then this is how you'll get it. You'll be a multi-millionaire."
"Yes I will."
"Alison, I'm counting on you."
"Explain it to me again, what you're counting on me for?"
"It's quite simple, I'm counting on you to get Angel to give up on her marriage to Emily so then she'll have no choice but to give up her inheritance and marry me, ensuring hers and her children's financial futures."
"You're a greedy fuck aren't you Marcus."
"Just as greedy a fuck as you Alison."
Once Marcus leaves, I check the nanny cam I had installed when I moved in, a precaution I took just in case Max sends one of his lackeys over to intimidate me. I watch and listen to Marcus admitting to using me in order to sabotage Angel's marriage. I'll tell her I agreed to his plan only so I could get the proof I needed to show her who Marcus really is thereby sealing my loyalty to Angel.
Sorry Marcus, I don't need your forty-nine percent. When Angel sees that video her lawyers will destroy you and all the shares in the Edgemont will be hers! And once you're gone and her marriage to Emily is dealt with, I'll be the one sharing Angel's wealth as well as her bed…
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To Be Continued…
Everyone must keep their relationships secret because of the inheritance. If anyone is found out then they could lose everything. So how will everyone get what they want? And who will get hurt in the process?
Stay tuned and…
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