Queen of Lies (Empire of Lies 2)

“We’re closed, Miss,” the security guard said as I approached. “Come back tomorrow.”

“I’m here to see Michael Anderson,” I said, and he immediately opened the door. I stood inside the empty lobby for several seconds—taking in all of the beautiful green and black designs, then I took the steps to the next level and opened the double doors to the theater.

Onstage, Glinda the Good Witch was reciting a monologue, while wearing a sparkling blue. gown—addressing the villagers of the fictional town.

Squinting in the darkness, I looked around the empty theater. In the center, on the balcony level was Michael, staring straight ahead.

He was leaning back in his seat with the top buttons of his shirt undone, looking sexy as fuck, as always.

I made my way up to him and took a seat on his right.

“Did you have a good time at your secret job tonight?” he asked.

“No,” I said softly. “I won’t be going to my secret job anymore.”

He turned to face me, raising his eyebrow. “What happened?”

“Nothing…I just made a few critical mistakes and they finally caught up to me.”

He pressed his fingers under my chin, tilted it up a bit to where his eyes met mine. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not unless you’re a crime boss or know some people called the A brothers…”

“What?” He looked beyond concerned now. “Why would you ever need to know who the A brothers are?”

“No reason, I um…” I shrugged. “I got off pretty easy. I needed a break from this side job anyway.”

He stayed silent, staring at me intently.

“How’s the play so far?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Are they convincing you that the villain isn’t as bad as we always thought he was?”

“No,” he said. “True villains never change.”

“They can become heroes in their backstories.”

“No,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “They’re just pretending. They’ll return to their old ways.”

“I won’t return to mine.” I shook my head, looking into his eyes. “Sometimes, I don’t think I’m a good person.”

“That’s okay.” He smiled. “I don’t think I’m a good person, either.”

“You can’t be as bad as me,” I said. “I stole from people.”

“I hurt people.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Is that past tense or present?”

He didn’t answer that. “You’re not a bad person, Meredith. You’ve just done a few bad things.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve done a lot of bad things…” He ran his fingers through my hair. “You’re actually at the top of that list.”

Before I could ask him what he meant by that, he pulled my face close to his and kissed me.

He pulled up the armrest between us, and slid his hand under my dress, but I grabbed it and moved it away.

“I wish you had been there with me tonight,” I said.

“Why’s that?”

“I have the feeling it might’ve ended very differently…I honestly thought you were there for a split second…”

“If I was there, how would it have ended differently?”

“I’ll show you.” I moved down to the floor, between his legs. I unbuckled his belt, kept my eyes on his as I unzipped his zipper and pulled out his cock.

I sucked it into my mouth, slowly bobbing my head up and down his length, swirling my tongue around his shaft each time I came up.

He groaned and ran his fingers through my hair, as I arched my back and took him as deep as I could. I gripped his knees and moved a bit faster.

“I need to come in your throat,” he said, turning me on even more. “I need to mark it as mine and I want you to swallow every drop…”

He slid his hand under my shirt and gently squeezed my nipple.

He came in my throat at the end of the act, against the sound of the final song, and I swallowed. He stared at me in utter awe and pulled me up and into his lap.

“I think we should go back to your place now.”

“There’s one more act in this play…”

“We can watch it tomorrow.”

* * *

I see the man who ruined my life of crime a few times after that in passing. Out of fear, I always double check to make sure his number hasn’t crossed my screen and I’ve missed it somehow.

He smiles at me whenever we happen to be in the coffee shop I venture into for my boss, but the first time he saw me with Michael, his eyes widened and he immediately backed away and kept his distance.

It wasn’t until Michael went to the restroom that he walked right up to me and whispered seven final words before completely disappearing from my life.

“That’s one hell of a fucking checkmate…”

Michael

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