No my characters, but all mistakes are mine.
CHAPTER 2:
"Good thing I wasn't dying of dehydration." Lizzie tries desperately for her voice to come out annoyed and dismissive and not jealous but she knows without a shadow of a doubt her eyes tell a very different story- especially when she sees Red quirk an eyebrow and fail to hide a smirk forming at the corner of his lips.
"Ah, Lizzie," He greets with a nod, "Simone, darling, this is my beautiful daughter, Elizabeth." Red gestures towards her, "And this is Simone, Lizzie, she is a stewardess." He does nothing to hide the grin on his face and turns his attentions back to the plastic Barbie practically leering at her while she bats her fake eyelashes at him suggestively.
Lizzie doesn't know who she would rather slap first- the man responsible for her continued rampant jealousy or the woman in his company who continued to run her hand dangerously close to his crotch, in front of his supposed daughter nonetheless.
She hears a high-pitched annoyingly sweet and over-seductive laugh leave the woman's mouth. "Your father is quite the charmer, and looker." She whispers the last bit close to his ear and brings a hand to trail up and down his chest. "At first I was peeved, I thought that the two of you were together but when Raymond over here told me you were his daughter, and it all made sense." The way she said his name, how it rolled off her tongue made Lizzie cringe.
"What all made sense?"
The woman let out another laugh while the smile slowly left Red's face and was replaced with interest. "Well, you've got that wholesome girl next door look going on, and Raymond just seemed like a guy who liked his women a little more brazen and with bigger assets," She shrugged her shoulders, "Like he would prefer the playmate over the librarian, if you know what I mean…"
Having her biggest insecurity about the man and his preferences thrown in her face by some random woman who had just met her felt like being stabbed in the gut with a butter knife.
Red watched as Lizzie tried to school her emotions and felt a pang of guilt take residence in his heart, he hated seeing her upset and she looked like she was suppressing tears.
He watched as she recomposed herself inch by inch, "Well, I haven't had anyone complain about my assets before, just because I choose to not showcase them to the entire world doesn't mean that they're not there, but if I do find a man who isn't happy with them, I'll be sure to ask you for the number to your plastic surgeon." A fake smile framed her face and before Simone or Red could get a word in, Lizzie continued.
"Oh, look at that," She snapped bringing her wrist up to eyelevel and examining the time on her watch, "Its way past my bedtime, it was nice meeting you…"
"Simone." The blonde reiterated.
"Simone." Lizzie repeated, "Oh, and I wont wait up for you, Daddy." She made sure to hover in his personal space while lowering her voice and looking him straight in the eyes before turning on her heels and making her way out of the restaurant and to the elevators.
She heard her name being called in succession but she willed herself not to stop even though his voice sounded breathless and deep as the ocean.
He stood speechless, every fiber of his body and mind on alert, she had the ability to paralyze him with her eyes, pinning him into place with her intensity and her voice- the way she lowered it to a breathless whisper and called him daddy in the most erotic and non-paternal way possible, he was twitching in his pants uncontrollably, wanting nothing more than to pounce and drill into her until she had trouble walking.
He sombered quickly when he reminded himself that she was the one who wanted to use being his daughter as an alias, meaning she viewed him as a surrogate father and not as a man who could potentially make her happy: A man who was older, wiser, charming and able to seduce any woman of his choosing, including her. If Lizzie was interested then she wouldn't have been able to pose as his daughter, the thought of it alone would have been disturbing and inconceivable and yet, it was her choosing to do so. He wondered if she noticed the life die inside his eyes when she decided on that route? Could she read him just as good as he'd come to know her quirks and body language? He guessed not, otherwise she would've realized just how deep-rooted and planted his feelings for her were.
He willed himself to stop thinking about her and concentrate on the attractive and willing woman that was begging for his attentions and his cock. He needed to forget about the somber reality of their situation and lose himself in alcohol and the company of a warm body, even if it wasn't the limbs of the person his heart wanted to desperately embrace and love- he would close his eyes and let himself imagine a dream that would never come to fruition.
Taking a swig of a shot and setting it down on the counter, Red licks his lips as his eyes zone in on her exposed cleavage, "That dress," He begins with a nod, "It looks magnificent on you, but as titillating as it is on that body, I think it would serve a better purpose if it was lying on my bedroom floor."
He knows its cheesy and has to mask a cringe at the sound of his own words but he also knows that he doesn't have to try very hard because she's already going to sleep with him.
She giggles like a little schoolgirl trying to seduce her teacher. She uncrosses her legs and jumps off the stool, inadvertently hiking up her already dangerously short dress.
"How bout we go to my room, I like to be vocal and I'm sure your daughter wouldn't appreciate hearing her father and his companion in the throws of passion although she seems like she's wired a little too tight and in need of a good pounding herself." In that moment Red is flooded with images of his Lizzie underneath him, giving her all he's worth as their bed creaks and the sounds of her moans fill his ears. He tries to imagine the look on her face, the way her legs would shake, how she would feel tightened around him. What he would give to be able to watch her climb on top of his lap, taking pleasure from him until she came all over his cock. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would live up to all his expectations and even surpass them but he highly doubted the chances of ever being able to live out these hopeless fantasies.
Simone noticed the wistful and erotic look that seemed to cloud over his eyes and relished in it, mistaking the fantasies of Lizzie playing in his head as arousal aimed towards her. She used her pointer finger to lightly tap his chest before sliding it down and hooking it inside the leather of the expensive belt and nudged Red forward, into her personal space before leading him to her room.
Red tries for nonchalance and composure but the more he lets his mind wander, the more it tries to convince him that this is a bad idea.
A very bad idea.
She wasted no time in throwing herself at him as soon a "Do not disturb" sign was plastered outside her room door, practically shoving him onto the sofa and straddling his lap. Her kisses were sloppy and aggressive and overzealous. She made work of his suit jacket and threw it on the floor much to Red's dismay but before he could vocalize his displeasure, she hiked up her dress over her waist and then shoulders and tossed it next to his clothing. Instead of being smitten with the sight of a naked woman on his lap, he found himself displeased with the fact that it wasn't the woman he longed for that was offering herself to him and that it would never be. He let Simone loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, all the while trying desperately to rid his brain of thoughts of Lizzie for a short amount of time but there's a strange feeling that takes precedent in his gut and makes him uneasy.
A loud shrill causes him to jump and almost throw Simone off onto the floor, someone had pulled the fire alarm and he could already hear the commotion coming outside the room, the panic in people's voices and the sounds of guests quickly making their way outside the building.
He breathed a sigh of relief for the interruption and simultaneously scolded himself for feeling guilty of the fact that he was just going to have sex, as if he was cheating on Lizzie; a woman who wanted him to be her daddy.
And then panic flooded through his veins. Where was she? Was she safe? Had something happened to her? Was she in trouble? Why hadn't he followed her to their room? She was clearly displeased and annoyed but he wanted to give her space, the last thing he wanted was her to realize just how in love with her he was, he didn't want to feel her rejection, or even worse- her pity.
He feels sick to his stomach and knows even before knowing that something is wrong. He should've never left her alone.