wasted times

“ got it, ” she all but grits out, moving off his lap, keeping herself composed as she snatches her phone up. “ i’d really like it if dorian didn’t know i was here. for the time being. ” things like this have a habit of slipping out at the worst times. she doesn’t intend to keep it from him for forever, but cynthia would like to get her footing first before telling her best friend that she’s now stripping at his dad’s club. whether or not alvey respects her wishes, cynthia will have to be quick on her feet in case dorian decides to storm in here all angry like he always is. 

a small smirk formed on his lips as she quickly moved from his lap and back around the desk. it was funny to him that even now she thought she had some kind of grip on the situation. he'd let her think she was in charge for now but soon she'd be reminded exactly who alvey suarez is. "how about i do you one better." eyes meeting hers. "you wanna work here? then you leave dorian alone. whatever kind of fucked up situation you have with my son is over." standing as he stated his demand, moving to be near her again. "you do that then you can have a job and i'll keep your dirty little secret." holding his hand out for hers. "deal?" waiting to seal it with a handshake.

" did you shoot your load with your wife earlier? no room for seconds with your mistress ?"

"careful." luke replied calmly as he sat across from her in his office. "you're starting to sound jealous."

miles ran a hand over his face as she spoke of her fuzzy memories of the night before. he too didn't remember much but he never thought he'd wake up in her bed. sure, they flirted a bit at work but he never thought she'd actually liked him. "well..." he sat up a bit more. "i'm sorry it wasn't that memorable." speaking of the night they'd spent together. "i promise i'll do better next time." small smirk gracing his lips as he slipped back into how they were at work.

“  right,  ”  she says though it’s obvious that she doesn’t fully believe him. it’s never just something with cynthia. there’s always an ulterior motive. she’s known her long enough to catch that from miles away. when dorian gets closer to her, daphne can’t help but loosen her resolve just a tad, even though she’s still very much annoyed by the whole thing. he does have a point, she shouldn’t let this one interaction ruin their night—especially since she’s off to paris for a few weeks.  “  you’re so lucky i tolerate you now.  ”  she jests, hands resting on his biceps, appreciative eyes taking in how rugged and hot he looks after his fight.  “  fine. i’ll let it go. but look me in the eyes and tell me there’s nothing going on.  ”  she all but demands, not letting him off the hook just yet. 

"i think you more than tolerate me." he added with a small chuckle before she spoke of her last request. dorian couldn't blame her for being cautious. she was protecting her heart and her peace from the chaos that is cynthia cordova. his name would always be tied to her no matter how much time and space passed between them. he'd learned to accept that, but now it was affecting his marriage. a marriage he'd put in the work to save. he wouldn't give it up that easily. "daphne," arms moving around her as his brown eyes met hers. "there's nothing going on." he was calm and sincere in his words and demeanor.

cynthia rolls her eyes, blowing on her nails as she waits for the polish to dry.  “  chill. i try to do something nice like wish my friend good luck and this is the thanks i get?  ”  she scoffs, knowing he’s probably only here because of his wife.  “  let me guess. your little model princess didn’t like the fact that i showed up to your fight? boohoo. cry me a river. we’ve been friends longer than you’ve known her.  ”

"you're right." dorian admitted easily. "it was very upsetting for her to see you there given our history." they had known each other for a long time and their relationship was far from ordinary. he'd spent years yearing over her like some love sick puppy. she called and he came, but now he was married. yet here he was in her home while his wife was across the globe. "as far as i know, friends don't kiss each other like that."

miles groaned softly as he turned over in bed. muscular arms resting over his face as the hangover became more apparent now that his senses were awakened. he didn't remember anything from the night before, let alone how he got home. at least, that's where he thought he was until the voice from the foot of the bed cut through his headache. "ugh, five more minutes..." he pleaded. "wait..." lowering his arms as he sat up way to fast. "shit." spoken softly as he saw his co-worker who also happened to be his ex's friend. "did we...? ya know?" wincing slightly as he thought of the repercussions of his drunken actions.

fuck,   they   were   so   late.   chloe   was   usually   the   one   itching   to   go   out,   but   this   was   one   event   that   she   wished   could   be   skipped   altogether.   a   benefit   that   andre's   parents   were   throwing   for   charity.   pretending   that   there   was   no   resentment   between   them   was   exhausting.   seeing   as   her   father   and   new   father-in-law   were   the   one's   who   insisted   on   the   arranged   nuptials.   it'd   been   almost   six   months   since   the   lavish   wedding,   and   she   was   already   sick   of   married   life.   granted,   they   had   a   blast   partying   at   the   best   clubs,   dining   out   at   five   star   restaurants,   attending   movie   premieres   and   after   parties.   she   wanted   for   nothing.   but   aside   from   a   flicker   of   sexual   tension   every   now   and   then,   there   was   no   love   between   them.   “help   with   my   necklace.”   chloe   called   out   softly.   it   wasn't   a   question.   the   string   of   diamonds   was   laid   out   on   the   vanity   as   she   carefully   ran   a   comb   through   her   golden   hair. 

andre sat in the corner with his phone in his hand. he'd grown tired of waiting for her to get ready as well as reminding her just how late they were. it felt like wasted breath at this point. honestly, most of the things he'd spoken to her felt like wasted breath. the two were newlywed and yet there was absolutely no honeymoon stage. sure, they partied and have very little responsibilities but there was no love. none. never was and never will be. andre had told himself that he'd come to terms with it but there were still flickers of disappointment every now and then. head snapping up as the sound of her voice, eyes moving between her and the laid out jewelry before he stood. "you could say 'please', ya know?" words leaving his lips as he slid up behind her. his hand gently moving her hair out of the way so that he could fasten the jewels into place. looking at her in the mirror as his hands slide down her sides. "ready?"

his calmness quells her anger just a tad. daphne crosses her arms across her chest, letting her displeasure of cynthia show all over her face.  “  well what did she say to you? i sincerely doubt she was just here to wish you luck.  ”  a brief pause fills the space, sounds of the crowd outside leaving and crew members moving around to clean up being heard.  “  have you two been talking again?  ”  she asks, curious to know if dorian was still in contact with the most toxic woman she’s ever met. sure she can’t bar him from seeing her, but daphne isn’t a fan of them remaining friends considering all the history that exists between them.

dorian knew he wasn't in the clear just yet. only now realizing just how much daphne despised cynthia. wondering if this was a new development or one that was always there beneath the surface. "she just came to wish me good luck." not the whole truth but still truthful. "she used to always come in and wish me luck before my fights so i guess she just felt the need to keep the tradition alive." he shrugged. "only difference is..." stepping in closer, his hands gently pulling her closer by her hips. "i only want you to wish me good luck." voice lower as he flashed her a small smile. "c'mon, let's not let her ruin our night." desperately trying to leave this discussion in the past. "i won, ya know." cheeky smile as he continued. "i think you owe me a prize."

It was over a month ago that Yaribel had caught them watching her content. Actually, caught implied that she confronted them, she didn't. Not because she was afraid to but because she didn't know how. In her day-to-day life she didn't talk about the onlyfans. She didn't mention the features on indie porn sites or the ads where she was spread wide open. Whenever she spoke about her work she was vague in detail but specific enough to convince most people she had a boring average job between her auditions for movies and netflix shows. How they had found her content had baffled her but the fact that they hadn't at any point said anything to her had left her at a loss. Before discovering they had been watching her she had liked them, at least enough to let them stick their fingers inside of her on the ride home one late night after a dinner but now she didn't know anything at all. They had been texting her. Sensing her coldness and asking for answers. So she finally responded by telling them to come over. Then when they came, she answered the door in an open robe and lingerie. "This is who you were looking for isn't it? NoirUnwrapped?" She asked, finally putting it out there that she knew after a month and a half of unexplained silence.

it was never miles' intention to keep his knowledge of her work a secret from her. he honestly figured that if she wanted him to know then she'd tell him. the last thing he wanted was for her to be embarrassed by her profession. miles didn't really have much of a problem with it, obviously he'd subscribed for a reason. but he never thought it would cause her to pull away from him once she'd found out. his eyes drank in her appearance the moment she'd opened her door. quickly glancing around to be sure no one else could see before he gently lead her backwards into her place, closing the door with his foot. this explained a lot and he really didn't know what to say. "so, how long have you known?" is what he started with. "is this why you cut me off?"

“ what the hell is wrong with you?! like, genuinely?! do you enjoy messing around with the feelings of other people?! ” daphne all but screeches, throwing her hands up in the air to really emphasize her exasperation. “ why the fuck was cynthia here? and you better have a good reason dorian if not i swear i will end you so hard you won’t even have this shitty gym to fall back on. ”

dorian saw it all coming. the slap, the yelling, accusing. it felt like they were back to where they'd began. one step forward and two steps back. normally, he'd meet her where she was but this time he'd decided to stay calm. maybe they could talk like adults instead of screaming like children. "i'm not trying to mess with your feelings, daphne." only speaking once she was done. voice calm as he stepped in closer. "everything that we've gone through, everything i said and feel for you has been real. none of that shit was fake." he needed to make sure that she knew that. "so, i'm gonna be honest with you. i don't know why she's here. i didn't invite her at all. and i know that's a shit answer but it's the truth. you can check my guest list, the only one on it is you. my wife."

the steam from the hot tub stung brinley’s eyes, blurring everything except him. in that moment, she couldn’t look away. she moved through the water and straddled his waist, fingers catching the chain at his neck and tugging him closer. her voice was low and decisive. “stop talking,” she murmured, breath brushing his lips. “and kiss me.”

it would be a lie if miles said he wasn't nervous, it was obvious by how much he was talking. brinley wasn't the usual type that found him interesting so he was honestly surprised by her invite. now he was here in her hot tub talking about cars. "then the oil just went everywhere and..." his words dropped off as she situated herself in his lap. glancing down to where her fingers pulled at his chain, brown orbs meeting her blue ones moments later. "yes ma'am." spoken softly with a small nod before he leaned in.

she straightens up as he sits back, meeting his gaze with determination evident in her stare. cynthia pulls her phone out, opening the music app and scrolling until she finds the best song to dance to. it begins to play and she gets into character in the blink of an eyes. her smile turns flirty as she sensually begins to approach him, saying her hips as she does. once she rounds his desk, cynthia grabs at the arm rests of his leather chair and spins him to face her. she slowly turns around on beat so that her back is to him, bending over and shaking her ass in his face, her mini dress riding up the lower she bends. her curly hair falls over her shoulder as she peers at him with a smirk before moving just enough so that she’s hovering over his lap, her ass just barely grazing his front. if only dorian could see her now, giving his father a a lap dance. 

alvey didn't have much hope in her abilities, honestly he was banking on her embarrassing herself in front of him. more than she already had by simply coming to him for help. he was sad to say that she had surprised him. the efficiency in which she changed her persona had him impressed. and even though he'd seen it change right before his eyes he still found himself falling into her trap. her look had him believing that she truly wanted him. did she? had she always? was his son merely a means to get close to him? every thought running through his mind before she had him entirely focused on her and the way her body was moving. she had him in a trance. the way she bent over for him, smiled at him, hoovered over his lap. that's all it took. his hands reached out to sit her down by her hips. "you've got the job." he spoke by her ear as he held her on his lap. "but one slip up and you're gone. got it?"

now she’s in the same locker room, hands resting on her hips, tapping her heel clad foot impatiently, staring daggers at the door as she waits for dorian to walk through. a few seconds pass before the heavy doors slam open and in comes the fucking match winner, followed by his father. “alvey, i need to speak to your son. alone.” she doesn't even greet the man, her tone sharp as she glares at her husband. 

the high that came from accomplishing something that you've worked so hard for was one that dorian often chased. he lived for that feeling, that's why he did what he did. and now after twelve rounds, he'd had that. but it all washed away with a single look. a look he'd grown to know. a look that he hadn't received in a long time. dorian glanced back at his father and nodded that it was alright. the older man left with the door closed behind him. "are you okay?" he had an idea what this was about but he wasn't stupid enough to come outright and say it. using the towel around his neck to wipe off his face as he waited for her to speak, stepping towards her.

she has to grit her teeth and swallow her pride as she’s left alone with the last man she ever saw herself going to help for. this is absolutely the last resort for her, after bombing audition after audition after audition until finally her shitty manager quit, but not without telling her that she has no future in hollywood anymore. she’s been blacklisted entirely after rejecting the advances of one very powerful executive and now she’s crawling to alvey in hopes that he’ll get her a gig. “you think i don’t fucking know that?” she can’t help but sass, arms crossing over her chest. “i can do it—i’ve done worse for less.”

hearing the sass had him smirking to himself, seeing now why she had his son so sprung on her. even so, it was going to take more than a little spice to get him to actually help her. "well," he sat back in his chair, "consider this your first audition." eyeing her reaction to the sudden opportunity. "show me how low you're really willing to go." alvey was excited to see what she had. the fact that she hated this also added to the atmosphere.