Bare

Chapter Thirteen- One of a Kind

Having always felt odd around the boys in blue, Gwen did not accompany Deacon to the police in their questioning. Instead, she had waited in her hotel room, that she called home, unable to do much of anything but pacing. When it came to waiting to hear from him, she drew incredibly anxious in regards to what they would learn of him, as his ominous words made her question if she even knew him. Given this time to herself, she removed her cell from her pocket and took herself to the porch, where she lit up another e-cigarette and began searching everything she could about Deacon. 

"Youngest millionaire at age 14 after parents die in horrible accident, allowed inheritance at 20." Read one of the headlines incorporated with his name, having to do with a newspaper in England. The details of their deaths were not found in publication.

"24 hour bride found safe after missing from whirlwind millionaire romance". The details of this read that Deacon married a woman after knowing her for one day, she went missing, and was later found strolling the streets of London, high on drugs. A cocktail of them that made her almost like a zombie. They were then granted an annulment within their 24-hour marriage.

"Real estate tycoon ditches casinos and focuses on burlesque." The final one she came upon when searching for information on Deacon. This was something she had already known-but even everything she came to learn via online hadn't allowed her any further insight as to why he wouldn't want the police involved. He seemed so clean-cut, a true goodie two-shoes. So much so, that it was actually a turn off for her-as almost everything else he had done was arousing up until this point. 

As she then decides to try out social media, she came upon a hashtag dedicated to him and came upon many model-esque photographs. It appeared as though he graced the cover of at least ten different magazines to do with real estate, entrepreneurship, and success. He had several speeches caught on video, even some at prestigious colleges such as Harvard and Yale. 

"Find anything interesting?" His voice startled her and sent her jumping as if I've water had suddenly been poured onto her. She regained control of herself and rose to her feet, leaving the cigarette in its ashtray outside and stuffing her phone in her back pocket. 

"I was just-"

"Stalking me." He answered for her. 

"Researching." She paused after correcting him. "Are you saying you never checked out me?"

"I wouldn't have to."

She looked to him with confusion. "I know exactly the type of girl you are. The one that is a cautionary tale for others your age."

"You care to put your money where your mouth is?" His brows raised in intrigue as he was curious to what she could offer on her end. Bringing a stack of cards from the bedside table, she hit the deck into the table and startled him for a moment before her lips brushed against his ear. "If you get something right about me, I take off a piece of clothing...and if I guess correctly on you being honest with me...you take your clothes off. First one naked had to run around the hotel, bare ass. Winner gets the money, and the glory of the other person being nude" He seemed to favor this idea as he looked to her with a gleaming smile-one that could give Barbie's beau a run for his money. 

"Deal." They shook on it before sitting upon the dining table that had been decorated with golden utensils and copper decor, while fresh flowers graced its center in a large turquoise colored vase. 

"Are you going to deal first?" She asked as he nodded, using this as a chance to show off his shuffling skills. Her gaze did not break from his, however, as he managed to move the cards in perfect chaos before them both, until it came back together in a full deck. Dealing out the correct number of cards, they both looked to see what it was they had been given and waited for the other person to give away something from a weak poker face. 

"Okay...I'll go first. You grew up in a broken home...absent father, emotionally destroyed mother...and you had to grow up too fast." 

"That's too easy." She contradicted him as he scoffed, before complying and lengthening his attempt to remove her from her clothes by being correct. "You were an only child but never got the chance to feel young. You have deep daddy issues that makes you desire someone that will control you-even though you act as though you are the one on control-you don't want that." And with that, she c****d a brow, and brought her fingers to the buttons of her sweater. Pulling them apart painfully slow, his eyes watched her carefully until revealing her tank beneath. 

"My turn…" she spoke before laying down cards and having him counter her with a successful hand on his part consisting of a flush. Wincing at the temporary loss, they motioned to the deck to draw a new hand while she composed herself of the question she wanted to ask. "You were England's Bruce Wayne-without the Batman vigilante vibes. You were raised in the most prestigious house and the top rated schools, losing everything but money when they died. I would be surprised if you even had a butler." She commented as he lifted a brow, waiting for her to add more to what he knew she had just read from online. "You got married to a girl after a drunken night, realized she was too much like girls in your past, and decided to separate from her." He nodded before then pulling his shirt off over his head, still present with the blood from the wound that was now professionally patched up. 

"My go." He informed while bringing his hand down, this time, losing to her four of a kind. He c****d his jaw to the side as he analyzed her further. 

"You chose love in the form of s*x because it is a million times easier for you to take off your clothes than it is to be vulnerable with with someone." His honest was horribly true, so much so, that it caused her to sit in shock for a moment. When he went to reach for her, she flinched away, and brought her hand back into her own possession. 

"This was a stupid idea…" she commented before throwing down her cards and trying to escape into the bedroom before he moved after her. 

"Hey, it was your idea…"

"Yeah, and I changed my mind-"

"Why? Because I got too close?" He asked upon taking steps closer to her, forcing his breath to deepen in long exhales as he waited for a response from her. 

"Because you think you know everything."

"I wasn't wrong...it's why you push everyone away…" suddenly he took her against the nearby wall and set her upon the cold surface. His physique kept her locked in place as the lights were dimmed perfectly to give a romantic aesthetic. "But you can't push me away…"

"I can try…" she commented, leaning closer to him. She seemed to test if he would be able to control himself. "But a deal is a deal…" she spoke before bringing her fingers to the button of her jeans, disposing of them, until her soft legs were revealed to him. A plumb colored pair of panties looked him dead in the eyes as he leaned down to assist her ankles from the fabric of the jeans. 

"You didn't love that girl you married...you were lonely...you wanted to stop everyone from pressuring you and she was a distraction…" he smirked before pulling his belt from view and setting it upon the floor. "You want marriage but you want it to be a passionate love...because you are a soft romantic…" he blushed before unbuttoning his pants to reveal a bulge. 

"The truth about you, Gwen, is that you are bruised and jaded by those before me...but I'm not those lads…" he commented before setting his hold upon her shirt, lifting it to reveal a matching colored bra to the plumb panties. He made her gasp as he pushed her further into the wall by his own body weight before lifting her leg slightly around his waist. Holding it with one arm, he then set his chin upon the side of her temple and brought his fingers to between her legs. 

She was no longer able to hide or lie about the attraction she felt for him, as he could feel it for himself. Instead of fighting it, she closed her eyes and allowed her body to react to every second of his touch. But as his fingers began to create friction in the outside of her panties between her legs, his phone buzzed within his pocket, now resting in the floor. She groaned as he moved to retrieve it and although he went to blow it off at first, his expression changed upon seeing whatever was present on its screen, and left her aroused and unsatisfied as he moved quickly from the hotel room.