"My Mother's Wife"
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"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…
Chapter 17: Game Changers
Three Weeks Later...
Angel POV
I wake next to her, the hot blonde who knows how to fuck like an adult film star. Emily it appears is in love with my daughter and I certainly don't want her charity sex. Alison gives me what I need at the moment. I know she wants something, I just haven't quite figured out her agenda but I have figured out her pussy...
I try to slink out of bed but she stops me.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to get back to work."
"This hotel isn't going anywhere and neither am I," she leans on her pillows playing with her firm nipple, watching me watching her. She opens her legs tempting me to fuck her. I want to make her work for my attention but the fucking, well, it's dirty and I need that. I need to not be Angel St. Germain, the widow of a beloved man in this community. I need to be the woman who gets what she wants at any and all costs. I need to be feared. I need to be dirty like Alison, with Alison, whenever I want to be...
"Okay Alison. I'll stay because I want to not because you asked me to."
"Whatever you say Angel, you're the boss."
"And don't you forget it."
I'm going to lick her pussy because that's what I want to do and that's exactly what I'm about to do. I kneel on the bed ordering her to get up with my eyes. She complies like the teacher's pet, needing me to like her. I smother her lips with mine, squeezing her breasts and plucking at her nipples. They are firm, just the way I like them. I push her away and lie on my back silently ordering her to fuck my face. She grabs the headboard lowering her damp pussy over my mouth. I spread her silky lips, opening my mouth wide enough to seal her to me. She uses her arms to anchor her while she swivels her hips in a circular motion mashing her pussy against me. My mouth stays open letting her ride my lips, poking her and licking her with my tongue...
My hands slip under her legs pressing against her cheeks, keeping her from over rotating off my face. She slows her pace giving my mouth a chance to massage her pussy and fuck her with my tongue. But I need to fuck her with something harder so I push her off of me.
She breathes heavily, "What? What did I do?"
"Nothing. I just want something I can really fuck you with."
"Oh, I think I have just the thing," she heaves with that all too willing smirk on her face.
She gets up, digging in her bathroom pulling out a dildo. It's long and thick with a hand grip for me to really fuck her and that's just what I have to do.
I take it from her, "Get on your hands and knees."
"I really like it when you order me around."
"Good."
My lips cover the shaft lubricating it with my saliva for a smooth penetration, but first, I tease her with its tip. She flips her hair over her shoulder glaring, daring me to ram it into her. But I'm going to fuck her on my terms. I slowly push it into her wetted hole until the shaft disappears and then I pull it out slowly repeating the pace. She moans a soft appreciative moan. She closes her eyes and drops her head. As I pull back I can't help thinking that she did this with Maya. And now Maya is doing this with my wife! Emily never did anything like this with me. It was simple. It was what I thought she wanted. But now I know different. My teeth clench and I ram that dildo into Alison's pussy making her scream!
"Fuck me Angel! That's it fuck me hard!"
"I'll fuck you as hard as I want to."
And that's exactly what I do. I grab her ass holding her steady with one hand while I slam her with the other. Wild thoughts of my daughter and my wife make me fuck her all the harder. Yes, I want Alison. And yes it feels good to fuck dirty. But mostly I'm in charge. I decide how to fuck and I decide when to fuck. I will not be second to my daughter.
I am the one with all the power now...
Lily POV
"Hey Wil, do you know where mom is?" I ask walking into the sitting room of our penthouse.
"Isn't she in her office running this hotel?"
"No. I went down there earlier and Julia said she canceled a meeting and hasn't gone in yet."
"Well, there's lots of things she needs to do that don't include being in her office."
"I know but I really wanted to talk to her."
"About what? Maybe I can help," he relaxes back into the couch giving me his undivided attention.
"It's about Uncle Marcus."
"What about him?" He seems unsure of my motives.
"I don't know if I should say."
"This sounds serious, come, sit down with me and talk to me."
I sit next to Wil on our couch; he's been hanging out in the penthouse a lot lately. He says he likes the company and he gets bored studying all the time alone in his room.
"Do you think there's any chance that they could get married?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because our mother is already married—to Emily."
"Is she though?"
"You mean because Florida just made same sex marriage legal?"
"Well, yeah that and..."
"And what?"
"Do you think Emily still loves mom?" I ask with sadness in my voice because I know the truth.
"Okay, I know I haven't been around as much as I'd like to be but where is this coming from?"
"I think Emily likes Maya."
"What!"
"Well, Emily's never around and neither is Maya. So maybe they're not around together."
"That's a pretty bold statement coming from a fifteen year old."
"It's a pretty bold statement coming from someone who sees a lot," I sharpen my tone.
"Tell me, Lily, what do you see?" Wil asks in way that says he's about to debunk my suspicions.
"I see our uncle who loves our mom and who would be a great husband to her. And I see Emily pulling further and further away from mom making me wonder if she's still in love with her."
"It sounds to me like you have this dream of having a dad because you kinda got screwed the first time around. You were so young when dad died and you feel like you missed out on something."
I think he's partially right.
"I did, Will. I missed out on dad."
Marcus puts his arm around me hugging me and I let him. It feels good to be held and comforted by family. I just wish I could have a dad and the money that goes with it.
"So, are you still worried about where mom is?"
"I don't know. Should I be?"
"I'm sure whatever it is she's doing right now it's far more important than that meeting."
Alison POV
"Oh my god Angel, that was incredible," I lie on my back glistening with sweat after that work out fuck. How could Emily let this woman fall through her fingertips when all my fingertips want to do is be all over her and all up inside her! I laugh at my thoughts.
"What?" Angel says lying on her side staring at the girl she just fucked like a porn star.
"I was just thinking..."
"Thinking about what?"
I turn onto my side, our exhausted bodies facing one another's, "Most men can fuck, right?"
"Right," she looks at me a bit perplexed by my thought process so I continue...
"But eating pussy is the mark of a real sex god. You can fuck her for hours and make her sore without giving her a single orgasm. But if you master this oral art, she will tremble with orgasms like a leaf in a storm. A dick is impressive, but knowing how to lick pussy, makes a woman feel special, wanted and appreciated. It's so much more personal. It's so much more intimate. If they only took the time to combine a good fuck—penetration and licking pussy—she would be his for good."
"Max didn't master the art."
"Not at all, but you, Angel, you mastered them both."
"What are you really trying to say?"
"I could be yours for good Angel, if only..."
"If only what?"
"You would do something about Emily."
I can see she's thinking. She falls onto her back with her arm across her forehead.
What to do, what to do, what to do...
Emily POV
It's late afternoon when I step out of the elevator dressed in white heels with white capris and a royal blue sleeveless blouse that ties in the front. My hair is windblown having just come in from outside and my makeup is light but still sexy. At least I think so. I smile knowing how much extra time I put into darkening my eyeliner to just the right thickness to accentuate the boldness of my eyes. I take a few steps, needing a moment to inhale deeply just before walking into the Atlantis. She's there tending bar but I can't go up to her and kiss her or do anything with her because I'm married to her mother. Whether it's legal or not there's more to it than that. It's about that stupid will. How can I be with Maya without screwing everyone out of their inheritance?
With my hands in my pockets, I stroll over to the bar, politely nodding to the guests, as I sit on the edge of a stool waiting for her to notice me. I scan her body, even in her work clothes, she's sexy as hell. Her long, dark tresses fall with a slight wave down to the middle of her back, just above her toned booty. And I know for a fact it's toned!
She finally turns around pouring a line of drinks for her customers who yelp and applaud their excitement over her bartending mastery. It looks like someone is flaunting his riches, throwing large bills at her, possibly even a key card to his room. She plays the game flashing her dazzling white smile, shoving the bills in the tip jar. Then she saunters over to my end of the bar with a more sincere dazzling white smile causing me to flash my own polished whites.
"Hey," she leans over the bar.
"Hey back."
"What can I get you?"
I take a long deliberate pause, "Vodka on the rocks and," I lean closer to her, "a way out of this mess we've gotten ourselves into."
She pours my drink, placing it on a cocktail napkin, "We'll find a way Emily. Don't give up."
I sit up, my eyes looking at the ceiling for a moment before returning to her gorgeousness, "I can't give up Maya. Even if I wanted to for the sake of the inheritance I wouldn't be able to."
"Good. Come see me tonight."
"At the bungalow?"
"Sadly, the bungalow is unavailable. I moved my stuff back yesterday while you were out."
"Yeah, well, I needed something to distract me so I volunteered to run some paperwork over to the bank and do whatever I could to stay away from the hotel and the bungalow, to stay away from you."
"But here you are, not staying away from me."
"Can you take a break and talk to me?"
"Sure," she pushes herself away from the bar and tells Matt she's stepping out for a bit.
We take the elevator to her floor, slipping into her room unnoticed. My heart pounds needing her to kiss me right at this moment and as if on cue, she does, her lips so soft, so exciting, so, "Mmm," I just can't help myself.
She guides me to her couch and we sit close to each other, "So, what's on your mind baby."
"You are. All the time."
"And..."
"And, Maya, you know it's you I want. You're the only one I ever want. I yearn for you. I crave for you. With a hunger that's insatiable. With a passion that burns hotter than fire. The love I was searching for, I thought I had it but it was never the love I really wanted, until I found you."
"Oh baby, that was beautiful. I love you. I finally found you too."
She kisses me, a long loving kiss that's about to lead to more than just a kiss.
I push her away and she tilts her head to the side confused by my actions, "I finally found you Maya and I'm afraid I'm going to lose you."
"What? Why?"
"We've been having an affair for weeks now. But all this sneaking around, we're gonna make a mistake and I can honestly tell you that your sister, Lily, is just waiting for the chance to catch us."
"And if she does then what. There's nothing she can do because if she does anything she knows she loses everything."
I look away.
"What? Is she threatening you?"
"No, not exactly."
"What do you mean not exactly?"
"She has this fantasy of Angel marrying Marcus and having more money than she ever dreamed."
"Well, that's just what it is, a fantasy. And I think it's time you and I stopped living in a fantasy too."
I look at her quizzically, "What do you mean?"
"I think we need to talk to Angel. Part of me thinks she already knows but we have to tell her so we can figure out how to get you out of that marriage without sacrificing the St. Germain fortune in the process."
I'm smiling so hard right now.
"You're happy?"
"Yes. I need to get this off my conscience, it's killing me."
She scoots closer, "Then we will, but first, I'm turning my break into the end of my shift."
"What about Matt?"
"Matt will love having all those tips for himself."
"Oh yeah, bribery?"
"I'll do whatever it takes to have a conversation between my fingertips and your skin," she moves closer, her hand under my blouse, lips against my ear, "This is the most important and intimate discussion we need to have right now."
I sigh. How does she know exactly what to say at exactly the right moment?
"Baby, it's time for that conversation. It's time for you to take off your clothes..."
Angel POV
"Mom! You're here!" Lily runs over to me embracing me as I walk into the penthouse.
"What's all this?" I hug her back.
"I was worried about you?"
"You were?" I look over her at Wil leaning against the wall in the hallway.
"What's going on?"
"Lily is concerned about your marriage."
"What?" I throw my bag on the chair in the entryway and walk with Lily in a side hug to the couch.
Wil sits in a chair opposite us joining the discussion.
"She thinks you and Emily might not be legally married because your marriage certificate is from Nevada and Florida just recently made gay marriage into law."
"That's interesting that you would wonder about that. I was actually wondering about that too so I'm having my lawyer check into it."
"I hope you're not," Lily says under her breath.
"What?" I pull away so I can look into her eyes.
"I wish you could leave Emily and marry Uncle Marcus."
I look to Wil who offers an explanation, "She missed out on dad so she wants a dad for real and she wants that dad to be Uncle Marcus."
I kiss the top of her head, "Oh honey, that's adorable and understandable too. So I think maybe it's time Emily and I had a little chat."
"What do you mean?" She looks up at me apprehensively.
"I think it's time we discuss where we stand with each other."
"I think that's a great idea," Wil says. "I, for one, would rather you be happy, mom, then rich."
"That's sweet Will but maybe I can have both and so can all of you."
Lily smiles brightly, "Really?"
"Yes really."
"I love you mom."
"I love you too Lily," I hold her close mouthing 'I love you' to my son Wil as well.
Narrator POV
The nurse pushes Max's wheelchair through his front door, "Home sweet home," she says.
"Its home but I don't know how sweet it is."
"Aww, Mr. DiLaurentis, it's where you built your fortune and will continue to do so."
"Wheel me to my office please. I'd like to feel more like that Max for a while."
"That's understandable," she pushes him over to his desk, parking him for just a moment while she moves his chair from behind the desk making room for his portable one, then setting the brakes.
"Thank you. That will be all."
"Yes sir. Just press the button around your neck if you need anything."
He holds up the chain, "I will."
When she leaves the room he grumbles about having no privacy but quickly focuses on how he's going to get back at Alison for putting him in that chair and handing over his business dealings to Angel and Marcus. Those two are also a part of his revenge scheme. But he needs to play it smart. He wants to be invisible for a while as he strategizes their undoing...
At the Edgemont...
Wil decided to tell Maya in person about Angel wanting to talk with Emily privately so he takes the elevator to her floor. And as he exits he notices someone coming out of her room. He slips down the opposite hallway out of view waiting for that person to get on the elevator so he can see who it is. The person approaches, pressing the up button, waiting for the doors to open. He quietly sneaks closer so he can see who it is and much to his surprise, it's Emily. He steadies himself against the wall realizing that his little sister really does have a keen sense of observation. She was right. Emily is having an affair with Maya or at least that's what it appears to be.
The elevator dings and Emily steps inside. When the doors close, Wil heads over to Maya's room knocking on her door.
Maya opens it thinking its Emily, "Back for more?" She says in a sexy voice then quickly clears her throat when she realizes it's not Emily. It's her brother, Wil.
"Oh, Wil? What are you doing here?" She lets him in and peers down the hallway looking both ways for Emily.
"She's already on the elevator," he says as she shuts the door.
"What?" She tries playing innocent.
"Cut the shit Maya. You're having an affair with Emily."
"Just because she was in my room doesn't mean we're sleeping together."
"Doesn't it?" He walks with determination to her bedroom before Maya can stop him. The sheets are a mess.
"It's not what you think."
"I smell sex. Lesbian sex."
"And how do you know what lesbian sex smells like," Maya quickly responds flippantly.
He gives her a death stare.
"Okay, okay. But it's really not what it looks like."
He takes long strides from the bedroom to the couch, "Then tell me Maya, what does it look like?" He matches her flippancy.
"Jesus Wil, you're making this seem so wrong but it's so right," she plops down next to him.
"What is so right?"
"Angel has been so wrapped up in the hotel she barely has time for her wife so Emily and I grew closer."
"How much closer?"
"Emily and I are in love."
"What!" He rises above her. "What do you mean you're in love and how and when did this all happen?"
"I was involved with someone but we broke up because I couldn't fight my feelings for Emily any longer. And it turns out she had feelings for me too."
"But what about mom!" He falls back onto the couch with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
"Angel never really loved Emily..."
"Like she loved dad?" He turns to face her.
"Yes."
"Well guess what."
"What?" She tilts her head unable to guess.
"Mom asked me to take Lily out to that concert she wants to see in Miami and stay overnight so she can talk to Emily alone."
"The plot thickens."
"Yes it does. Mom knows and she's gonna call her out on it."
"But she won't do anything because of the inheritance."
"Oh my god," he stands up pacing, "that fucking inheritance! I wish it didn't exist!"
"Wil, calm down."
"You want me to calm down when all the women in my life are fucking it up!"
"Wil..."
"Maya, just tell the truth and be done with it."
"I will. I'll go up there tonight while she's talking with Emily."
Wil stops pacing, rubbing his face in his hands.
"What is it?"
"Mom obviously has a plan. She wouldn't ask me to keep Lily away unless she was ready with guns blazing."
"Angel isn't like that."
"Are you sure about that?"
Maya gets up taking her brother's hands in hers, "Take Lily to Miami and I'll take care of the rest."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Don't be. There's more to it than my affair with Emily, a lot more and lives could be ruined. I don't think Angel is going to take any chances with ruining her legacy."
"I hope you're right."
"I know I am," she squeezes his hand in good faith but in the back of her mind she has no idea what Angel is capable of, especially when she's been wronged by her own daughter...
At the Penthouse...
Emily changes for the talk. She decides to distract Angel with what attracted her to her in the first place, her beauty. She puts on a short black dress with a V-neck and long sleeves that flair at the wrists. She slips into black pumps and takes one last look in the mirror. Her hair is wavy down her back and her fake eyelashes accentuate their sexiness. She goes with a gloss on her lips and heads out to the balcony sipping a glass of Chardonnay waiting for Angel and Maya.
Her stomach does flips as the women she loves and has been intimate with will be in the same room. Will Angel let her go? Or will Angel make her stay?
Emily hears the door open and close. It must be Angel for Maya would ring the bell. She doesn't go to greet her she waits for Angel to find her.
She, too, pours herself a drink, Scotch, straight up and heads to the balcony where she can see that the door is open. She leans against its frame scanning Emily's body, the body that once belonged to her and only her. She thinks about the many times they made love and how intimate it was without being nasty. It really was beautiful but now all that has changed. Her facial expression transforms into a woman who has been scorned but who intends on rising above.
Her heels click onto the balcony making Emily's breath quicken. She turns to find her wife with hair coiffed, makeup perfect, dress—beautiful. She is a vision, not looking at all a woman in her forties. She makes herself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, sitting up with legs extended and crossed showing off their toned elegance.
"Cheers," she says raising her glass to Emily.
"Cheers," Emily repeats deciding to let Angel take the lead.
"Sit."
"Okay."
Emily sits on the edge of the opposite lounge chair, with both legs to the side looking at Angel.
Angel stares directly into Emily's eyes and says, "So, you're fucking my daughter."
Emily chokes on her wine, "Wh—what?"
"It's come to my attention that you're fucking Maya," she says without feeling.
"It's come to my attention that you're spending an awful lot of time with Alison. Are you fucking her?"
"Touché," she holds her glass up.
"So it's true."
"Emily, you haven't been around to fuck in a long time."
She looks away.
"I have needs too ya know," she glares.
"What Maya and I have is what I wanted with you."
"Oh please. She's much younger than me and much more exciting in bed," she sips her drink looking over her glass, daring Emily to look away again.
"I can't help what happened. You were never there but Maya was. She wanted me for me. And I resisted so many times until I realized you didn't love me the way I wanted to be loved."
"Bullshit Emily. That's just an excuse to cheat on your wife."
Emily stands up quickly, "Well it's done. Yes, we've been having an affair and I want out," she clenches her teeth.
"I would love to have you out Emily but there's this little matter of an inheritance. You see, if you get caught with my daughter then we lose everything. So until I find a loophole, and believe me I have my lawyers working on it," she stands to face Emily head on, "you can fuck my daughter whenever you want just make sure you act like the devoted wife you're supposed to be in public."
She tosses back the rest of her drink slamming the glass onto the balcony, leaving Emily speechless.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm going out, don't wait up."
But Emily isn't going to let it end this way.
"Where do you think you're going? Hmm? To fuck your lover Alison!"
Emily has an 'oh shit' moment. She's almost fearful of what Angel might say or do.
"As a matter of fact," she walks back onto the balcony, "Yes. I'm going to fuck Alison, the way she fucked my daughter and now the way my daughter fucks you."
But it's Emily who rages and before she has time to stop herself she slaps Angel across the face. Angel puts her hand on her cheek in shock.
"If I could get you and Maya out of my life right now I would. But I can't so you better behave Emily. Or maybe not only will you not receive any of the inheritance but you won't get Maya either."
"Don't you dare threaten me! I will not stay away from Maya just like you won't stay away from Alison!"
Angel takes a deep breath, "If Marcus gets wind of any of this; we're finished. So I suggest you keep your voice down and do what needs to be done."
"For ten years! No way. I will not stay married to you for ten years."
"Good, now that we have that settled, Maya should be here soon but I won't be. Tell my daughter you're all hers. And while you're at it, why don't you put your heads together instead of your pussies and figure out how to beat Marcus at his own game. Otherwise, from what Alison tells me Maya will be in prison for the attempted murder of Max DiLaurentis."
This time Emily looks like she just got slapped across the face.
"You know?"
"I'm fucking Alison. Of course I know."
I slug back my Chardonnay and fold my arms in a defensive stance.
"Oh and Emily, don't wait up."
As Angel leaves, Maya walks in, "Perfect timing, take my wife, oh wait, you already have."
She storms passed Maya trying not to show how hurt she is by her own daughter. But she can't get caught up in her feelings at the moment because has more pressing matters to take care of—Alison trying to seduce her way into the St. Germain fortune.
Maya rushes in, "Emily, Emily! What happened?"
"Everything! I'm so pissed off right now!"
"Baby, I'm sorry."
"Ya know what Maya; we have nothing to be sorry for."
She grabs her hand dragging her into the bedroom.
"Whoa! Emily! What are you doing?"
She shoves Maya onto the bed. She's on her back resting on her elbows, breathing rapidly. Emily lifts her dress slightly as she straddles Maya...
"I'm going to fuck you in my wife's and your mother's bed..."
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