Beyond The Masque Part II

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Chapter 26

Spence stares expressionless back at Seth and me, and I have no idea what he could be thinking right now. Seth squares his shoulders, preparing himself for the possible backlash, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Spence steps through the doorway and into my apartment, closing the door behind him.

“Let’s go have a drink, shall we?” Spence says, his voice is deceptively soft.

“I was uh… I was just leaving,” Seth says nervously, glancing sideways at me.

“Not yet you’re not,” Spence says, heading towards my kitchen.

I watch as he opens the cupboard that houses his whiskey, and he pulls out the bottle. He examines the bottle and swirls it around, “Looking a little light here.”

“I gave Seth a drink,” I tell Spence, still unsure of what he’s going to do. Spence nods and proceeds to pull out three fresh glasses. Seth and I watch, silently, as Spence pours what looks like a triple in each one.

“Come and get it,” Spence orders.

Seth and I step into my kitchen, and we each take a glass, then wait. Spence takes a long sip of his drink and leans against the counter, staring at Seth and me, not saying a word. It’s driving me insane not knowing what he’s thinking.

“Spence…” I start, and then Seth cuts in.

“Nothing happened, I swear.”

Spence clenches his jaw and shoots a dangerous glare towards Seth.

“How about the three of us take a seat in the living room?” Spence suggests, striding past us and towards my sofa.

We follow behind as Spence sits down and leans back casually, giving the appearance of somebody who is entirely at ease with what’s going on. I take a seat next to him, and Seth sits down on the edge of the chair across from us. Spence takes another sip of his drink, while Seth and I haven’t touched ours. We just hold our glasses awkwardly, almost afraid to move.

“What’s the matter, you two? This is some of the best scotch there is, had it flown in straight from Scotland, surely you won’t waste it,” Spence says, then looks at Seth, “You would know since you’ve had some tonight.”

“Spence, Seth came here…” I start again, but Spence cuts me off this time.

“Oh, I’m quite sure that I know what Seth came here for,” Spence looks at Seth, then back at me again, “the question is, did he get it?”

“No, of course not,” I state, adamantly.

“So, are you going to kill me now?” Seth chimes in, almost sounding afraid that Spence might do just that.

“It’s crossed my mind,” Spence replies with a smirk, “but I don’t think that would be the best thing for any of us.”

“Well, thanks for not going through with it,” Seth murmurs.

“The night is still young, though. I could always change my mind,” Spence says to him, smirk gone.

“Hey, now, let’s just…” I begin.

“Let’s just what, Roxanne?” Spence cuts me off yet again.

Damn it. This is getting irritating.

“I come to my fiancée's apartment late one night because I missed her and wanted to see her. Except when the door opens, I’m met with the image of her and her ex-lover having a nice little goodbye. So please, tell me what I should do right now that doesn’t involve possible homicide?”

“Let’s just be rational,” I quickly say, afraid that I’ll get cut off again.

“Rational? I think that’s precisely, what I am right now, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, did I come in here kicking and screaming? Did I punch the living daylights out of Seth before asking any questions? No, I would think that I am the epitome of rational right now, Roxanne.”

“The man has a point,” Seth says, and I glare at him.

Shut up, Seth.

Spence doesn’t even look in Seth’s direction; he keeps his eyes glued to me.

“So what do you want me to say, Spence?” I ask him.

“I want the two of you to tell me exactly what happened.”

“We didn’t fuck, if that’s what you’re asking,” Seth says, and that’s when Spence finally looks at him.

“Good to know Seth. So then what did you do exactly?”

“I kissed her,” Seth admits, “twice.”

Oh god!

“Twice, huh?” Spence says softly, and then he lets out a chuckle. I frown at him, confused.

“How is that funny?” Seth asks before I can.

“I was just thinking that if you think for one minute that this is going to cause me to call off the wedding, you’ve got another thing coming to you Seth because I know that is exactly what you were hoping to achieve.”

“How could he have done that? He didn’t know you were going to be here?” I argue.

“Oh, but he did, Roxanne,” Spence tells me.

“What do you mean? How is that possible?” I ask, looking between him and Seth, and now Seth seems guilty.

What the hell?

“Well, tonight, I was supposed to have a late meeting with my board after a dinner meeting with some clients. However, I decided that I’d rather see you tonight, so I decided to cancel my board meeting,” he explains.

“Okay, but where does Seth fit in with that?”

“I went to Lucas’s office before my dinner meeting to have him reschedule the later meeting. Our friend Seth here...” Spence shoots a glare at Seth, then returns to me, “was there and overheard our conversation. Now, of course, I didn’t think anything of it, but when you opened your door, and there he was, I figured it out.”

“I think that’s crazy. Seth wouldn’t do this intentionally,” I say, looking over at Seth.

Unfortunately, Seth looks even guiltier now, and he’s running one of his hands through his hair nervously.

“Seth? Please tell me he’s wrong. Tell me you didn’t come here tonight with the intention of having Spence catch us doing something because that would be completely horrible of you,” I say to him.

Anger starts to heat my blood as the realization that Spence’s suspicions are valid. Seth sets the glass that he’s still holding down on my coffee table and stands up.

“What does it even matter? You denied me, didn’t you?” Seth shrugs.

What? So it’s true? The anger turns up into a boil, and now I’m on my feet. I jab a furious finger into Seth's chest.

“You tried to seduce me so that Spence would walk in on us and cancel the wedding? Are you fucking kidding me? Seth, how could you do this?” I shout.

“Because nothing else would have worked!” he shouts back.

“You think manipulating me was the way to go?”

“It was all I had left. You shouldn’t be with him, Roxanne. He’s almost old enough to be your fucking father!”

“No, he is not, and I don’t fucking care how old he is Seth, and you know what? I’m glad right now, more than ever, for his maturity. Now I know why he calls you and Lucas boys because that’s what you are. Adolescent boys!”

Seth steps back. My words have stung him.

“Roxanne, please. Don’t hate me. I just want to be with you.”

“I don’t want to be with you, though, Seth. How many times do I have to tell you this?”

“I think I’ve finally gotten the picture,” he says, his voice cracking slightly.

“Good!” I snap.

I take a deep breath and look towards Spence, who I realize has remained quiet throughout this shouting match. He sits back, arms crossed and looking satisfied.

“So you just get to have it all, don’t you?” Seth scoffs at Spence, and Spence rises to his feet now too.

He steps to my side and slides an arm around my waist.

“When I see something that I want badly enough, Seth, I don’t let anyone stop me. I step up, and I take it. Unless, of course it’s already claimed. Maybe this is a lesson you need to learn,” Spence says.

“Fuck you,” Seth grunts.

“No, Seth, fuck you,” Spence smiles, “now please remove yourself from my fiancée’s apartment before I do it. You know Seth; I used to be quite fond of you. I thought you were a good guy and a friend even, so I was willing to help you out, but now I’m not so sure.”

“I don’t need your help anymore.”

“I know, and lucky for you too. Now get the fuck out.”

“Yeah, yeah, I fucking heard you,” Seth mutters as he turns and starts heading towards the door.

I can feel tears running down my face now that I hadn’t noticed before. So many emotions are running through me right now, mostly anger, then hurt, sadness, and maybe even a little relief. I’m angry with Seth for what he’s done. It pains me that he tried to destroy Spence and me, and how I almost let him. I’m feeling sad, though, because this is not how I pictured the end of Seth and me, whatever we were. I was hoping for a peaceful understanding, maybe, later on, friendship, but that’s dead now. Lastly, relief- relief that I have the clarity I needed to let go of Seth completely.

Seth turns to look at me one last time before he leaves.

“Rox, I’m sorry. I know what I did is fucking bad, but I only did it because I love you and I want to be with you. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Goodbye, Seth,” I choke out, the tears flowing freely now.

Seth nods and turns away, striding quickly towards my door. Spence follows behind him until I hear the door open and slam shut. I hear Spence lock the door, and then he comes and rejoins me in the living room.

I drop down onto my sofa, feeling emotionally drained. Spence takes a seat next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders, and then he pulls me closer against him. I rest my head on his shoulder as the crying subsides.

“Are you mad at me?” I sniff.

“Yes,” Spence answers.

“How’d you know for sure that he’d show up?”

“I didn’t know for sure. Honestly, I didn’t think of it at all until I saw him here. He must have heard me tell Lucas what time I was leaving the hotel to come here, though.”

“I wouldn’t have slept with him, Spence.”

“I know that. But you did kiss him, Roxanne.”

“He kissed me- both times, and I stopped them too,” I clarify.

“Why didn’t you kick him out after the first kiss?”

“I felt bad for him. He seemed so sad.”

“He wanted you to sympathize with him, Rox. I’m sure it was all a part of his scheme.”

“I don’t think he’s that manipulative, Spence. I truly believe that he’s hurting.”

“Maybe he is, but that’s just too bad. Rox, you have got to stop feeling sorry for him.”

“I know I do. It’s just hard sometimes. It reminds me of how I treated him before.”

“You know, Roxanne, it kind of worries me how easily you’re swayed sometimes.”

“What?”

I sit up and lean away from Spence then.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh come on, Rox. You can’t possibly tell me that you don’t realize it yourself. You have a bad habit of second-guessing yourself.”

“But I haven’t Spence. I know what, or rather whom, I want, and I haven’t thought otherwise about it,” I argue, “Sure last year it may have been that way, but I’ve changed. I’ve learned a lot about myself since then.”

Spence sighs loudly and then reaches over the coffee table for Seth’s untouched drink and takes a sip of it.

“Yeah, I guess I know that.”

“I thought you trusted me, Spence?”

“I do Roxanne, which is the reason I didn’t come in swinging the minute I saw Seth’s face. It’s the reason I didn’t just call off the wedding right there and then. It’s the reason I’m still here. But you have got to do something for me, Roxanne. You have got to promise me that you won’t see him again.”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be around…”

“I don’t mean social functions and things like that, Roxanne. I mean, just you and him hanging out or whatever. Please don’t let it happen again. I don’t want him around you anymore, and I don’t think I'm unreasonable in asking you this.”

“No, I guess you’re not. If it were the other way around, I’d probably feel the same way,” I consent.

“So you promise then?”

“Yes,” I nod.

“Thank you,” Spence says as he leans in and plants a soft kiss on my forehead.

Spence takes one more sip of his drink then sets it down next to my full glass and his empty one.

“You’ve been drinking a lot more than usual,” I comment.

Spence peers sideways at me and then chuckles softly.

“It’s been an interesting couple of weeks for me, Roxanne. My nerves are about shot, give a guy a break.”

“Well, maybe there’s another way besides alcohol that we can soothe those nerves,” I say suggestively.

“Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind?”

I keep my eyes locked with Spence’s and reach for the zipper on his trousers, slowly pulling it down.

“I think we can figure something out,” I smile at him.

Spence smiles even wider and removes his suit jacket before leaning back into the sofa. I get up and move so that I’m on the floor, kneeling between his legs, then I give his pants a small tug. Spence takes off his tie and throws it aside as I pull his pants down to his ankles. I can see Spence’s growing excitement straining against his boxer briefs.

“Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?” Spence murmurs, and I look up at him, slightly shocked by his vulgar mouth.

I know that Spence likes to talk dirty, and I’m usually pretty used to it, but for some reason, this sentence sounds especially dirty. There's an edge to it.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

“Then you better get to it,” he says, his voice like silk, eyes dark and severe.

I swallow hard and tug on his underwear, releasing his now fully hard cock. I take it in my hand and stroke it a few times with my hand.

“Put it in your mouth,” Spence orders quietly.

Oh god, he’s in some mood, but it turns me on. I do as I’m told and dip my head down and take him in my mouth. I start with the head before gradually taking him deeper into my mouth. I lick and suck on him with purpose, eager to please him. I feel Spence’s fingers find their way into my hair, and then he pulls on it.

“Yeah, just like that baby,” he hisses, pulling harder on my hair.

He bucks his hips up so that he goes even deeper into my mouth until I feel him hit the back of my throat. Oh god, I’ve never been able to take him this deeply, and I fight my gag reflex. I quickly pull back and look up at Spence. His eyes are dark and almost mad, but he’s got a smile on his lips. It’s almost unsettling. I’m about to take him in my mouth again when he reaches forward and pulls me toward him, so I fall onto his chest. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me so hard that my lips almost hurt. His tongue meets mine, unrelenting and passionate, and oh god, does it ever feel good. This man turns me on like no other. Not Seth, not anybody.

Spence’s hands roam down to my chest until they reach the buttons of my blouse, but instead of undoing them, he tugs hard, ripping it open. I hear buttons hitting the floor as I pull my destroyed top off.

“Stand up,” Spence orders again.

So I do, and Spence gestures with his chin at my jeans. I quickly take them off, and Spence stands up before me. His shirt is still on, so I take a page from his book, and instead of undoing each button, I take hold of his shirt and tug it open, the buttons flying. I smile in satisfaction at his wrecked shirt, but only for a second before he spins me around.

“On your knees, on the sofa,” he says.

I kneel on the sofa, holding onto the back of it for support. I feel Spence grab hold of my hips, and I realize my underwear is still on. However, this isn’t an issue for him as I feel him move them aside before he thrusts into me with a powerful force.

"Holy fuck!"

I cry out from the sudden fullness, but it doesn’t hurt, it feels so good. Spence starts a pounding rhythm, and I grip the back of the sofa as I’m pushed into the soft leather.

“Fuck, I love your tight little pussy,” Spence grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh on my hips.

“You feel so good, Spence,” I groan.

“You fucking love it.”

“Yes!”

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you too!” I pant.

I find the way he’s fucking me is a funny contrast to what he’s saying, but I love to hear it all the same. How could I ever give this up? I never would.

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