Blackmailed (Their Sins #1.5) (4 page)

Chapter Eight

I wake up
to the sound of a gentle knock at my door. I roll over and yell, “Come in.” The door opens and in walks my beautiful girlfriend.

“Hey, sweetie. When did you get here?” I ask, stretching out in bed.

“I’ve been here for a bit. I tried calling your cell phone, but your mom said you left it downstairs,” she says with a frown.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to sleep this long. I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

“How was the party last night? I’m surprised you didn’t drunk dial or text me. I just got a text saying that you were heading to bed and that’s it.” Her tone has a hint of anger in it.

“I was drinking and then I was exhausted. I honestly don’t even remember texting you. I’m sorry I didn’t say I loved you. Let me make it up to you.” I pull her into me and pick her up. I lay her on my bed and join her.

Kissing her sensuously, I try making her forget that she is upset with me. I rub her nipples and she softly moans in my mouth. She pulls away.

“I want you,” she whispers, “but we have to be quick. It’s almost two and our parents want to take pictures before the guests start arriving.”

“One quickie coming up.”

We quickly undress and I grab a condom. I bend her over the bed. I make sure she is wet and plunge my cock inside of her. This isn’t love making; this is fucking at its finest.

Reaching around her body, I find her clit and rub it. Feeling both of our releases building, I pound my cock inside of her harder. She moans with every thrust. She’s on the brink of coming, and I grab her hips and slam her into me. She shatters all over my cock as I start to come inside of her.

She almost collapses into the bed. I catch her and lower both of us down. We are panting, trying to catch our breath. Slowly, I lift myself off of her and roll onto my back.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing.” I run my hand along her spine. Goose bumps appear on her skin.

“You’re the amazing one. I’m exhausted. I could take a nap,” she says, still breathless.

I was getting ready to say something when there’s a knock at the door. Shit.

“Chet, darling, can you get ready to come down? We want to get some pictures. And if Alexis is in there with you, can you let her know her parents are looking for her?” my mother calls from the other side of the door.

“Yes, Mom. Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, quickly please.” I can hear her leave the door.

I look over at Alexis. “Whew, that was close. Imagine what she would have heard five minutes ago if she knocked.”

I smirk. She playfully slaps me with her hand and I grab it. I pull it up and kiss it.

“I guess I better get my clothes back on and head down. I’m going to use the study excuse. Go with it, okay.”

“I’m sure your parents aren’t dumb to the fact we are having sex.”

“I am sure too, but I don’t want them to know I’m doing it while they are in the same house.”

She laughs.

“I love your laugh. I love you. You had better hurry. I’m almost dressed,” I say, swatting her ass.

“Yes, sir. I’ll see you downstairs in a bit.” She leans over and gives me a kiss. “I love you too.”

She throws on her dress and panties and slips into her shoes. She brushes her hair down with her hands.

She quietly opens the door, looking down the hallways to make sure no one is there before she steps out. I’m sure it will be a little while before I see her. She loves Mom’s collection of books. Girly porn is what it is.

I finish getting dressed and head downstairs. Twenty minutes later, Alexis joins us downstairs. I wink at her and she tells her parents she’s sorry she fell sleep upstairs in the study. I don’t think they bought it, but who cares. We are both adults.

Both of us are ushered outside for a million pictures. Our parents check to make sure that everything is how we want for our graduation parties. The tent is twice the size of the one Mom uses for her charities. I get the feeling she wasn’t lying when said it was going to be a long night.

Guests start arriving, and I keep losing track of Alexis. The party seems to last forever. I lost track of time when I started drinking shortly after dinner was served. I was glad to find Alexis as soon as my buzz was in full affect.

“Please don’t leave my side for the rest of the night,” I demand. She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Please. I haven’t seen you much since we left my bedroom.”

Her face softens.

“Okay, sweetie.”

She kisses my cheek and takes my hand. She drags me all around to meet the friends I haven’t met yet. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. The night goes by even quicker.

I was glad when my head hit the pillow with my girlfriend in my arms. She’s the one.

Chapter Nine

After Graduation, Early Summer

My life has completely changed. Alexis was offered a junior TV anchor position in Sacramento, California, two weeks after our graduation party. She was hesitant about taking it because she said she loved me, but I told her to take the position. If we were supposed to work out, we would. I was pretty positive that we would, but I’m glad I didn’t buy her a ring.

After talking with a mutual friend of ours, I learned that Alexis has gotten cozy with one of the anchors of the evening news. Communication between the two of us has become strained. When we do talk on the phone, it ends up in a fight. Then she hangs up on me, and I’m left wondering if the past ten months meant anything to her or me.

My parents bought me a sweet blue Corvette when I graduated, and they are helping me buy a condo right on Ohio Street in downtown Indy. That was what my parents were so excited to give me at graduation.

The condo is just a few blocks from where I’m working. The place was supposed to be for Alexis and I, but that dream went all to hell. The money I had been saving for her ring bought me a nice little stash of coke. Screw women. I should have known better than to fall for one after Delaney. I will stay single for the rest of my life.

Three days after moving into the condo, my father called me and dropped a huge bomb in my lap and revealed a huge family secret. The past twenty-two years, I thought I was an only child, only to find out that I have a half-sister named Chantelle Reeves. My mom has known for a few months. I guess my father cheated on my mother with one of his clients right after they were married.

They swear it was a one-time thing, but Chantelle came from it. The family as a whole has kept the whole affair under wraps to protect my father’s reputation. I guess this would explain the huge change in my father at the charity dinner last year. That’s when he found out.

So, in turn, my father asked me to spend some time with her because it’s not her fault that we didn’t meet sooner. I met her, and she looks more like my father than I do. She is beautiful, but she is kind of a resentful bitch. I think it’s because she didn’t grow up like me.

I’ve had money my whole life, but her mother worked to make ends meet. She went to the University of Indianapolis and had debt out the ass, and I went to IU paid for by my parents. My father paid for her college debt after the paternity tests came back proving that she was his daughter.

Meeting my half-sister and getting to know her has been a hell of a shock to my typical way of life, but it’s kind of nice having someone to talk to. Chantelle stays with me sometimes in my condo. We go out and do normal sibling things: sporting events, shopping, and dinners out. I plan to take her to IU with me the next time I go. Maybe she can make some friends, since she isn’t working. Dad gives her money monthly like he used to give me when I was in college, and I think that has made her super clingy.

Maybe I’m a little jealous, but I did go to school and graduate so I could work. I want to use my degree to make some money. I’ve been in my marketing job for a little over a month, and I love it. I like earning my own money because I don’t have to answer to anyone about where I spend my earnings.

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I’m on my way to IU to party with some of my friends since it’s Friday night. Chantelle is coming along with me, and with a bit of luck, she will meet someone. I’m trying to be as nice to her as I can be, hoping she won’t be like every other woman out there and screw me over somehow. I really don’t trust any women. The only woman I trust is my mother. I would move the Earth for her. Chantelle just seems like she is stuck on herself.

We pull up to Matt’s house. He decided not to leave and became an adjunct professor at Ivy Tech Community College, so he is still in Bloomington. Thank God he still doesn’t live in that shithole we used to live in. I mean, it wasn’t that bad, but it was.

Looks like there isn’t a huge party here, but that suits my mood. I don’t know if I want to drink or take a hit. I’m trying not to let my use of coke get out of control because I can’t afford to go crazy right now. I think I’ll just stick to beer.

Chantelle seems to have loosened up a bit since she took a few hits from the joint going around. I’m not a fan of pot. Beer is doing it for me now, so I start to mingle with some of the guys I had classes with. Hopefully a guy will hit on her so she will get off my ass for a while. Maybe I can pawn her off on one of these trust fund babies, and she will disappear. I couldn’t get that lucky.

The party really gets going a few hours later. Matt had to watch who he invited because he didn’t want students to come here and get him in trouble for serving alcohol to minors. It would suck to get fired after only working a few weeks. He said he only invited people that we used to party with, but I’m sure some of the underclassmen will show up too. They normally do.

I notice that Chantelle is cozying up with a guy I think I had a few classes with last year. She seems to be enjoying herself and, for that, I’m glad. I hear some cheering going on, and I notice that a car full of chicks pull up. I look at Matt.

“Who just pulled up?”

“I don’t know, man. Let me look.” He gets up and looks outside. “Oh, that’s some former softball players. Time to play ball, boys,” he says with a wink.

Chapter Ten

Winter, Age 23

Alexis still hasn’t left my mind. I haven’t been able to get over the pain of her leaving me like she did. I know I told her to go, but I didn’t think she would move on to someone else. I guess I was played.

I occasionally call and email Alexis, but she doesn’t respond. I've thought about going to California to confront her. However, I don’t want to come across as desperate, but maybe I do need to chase her? Maybe that's what she wants? I don't know. I can't read women's minds, and I'm too mentally exhausted to even try. I need to try to move on and realize that Alexis isn't the one for me.

Along with dealing with my depressing lack of a relationship, my big sis has become a pain in my ass and is pretty much blackmailing me into doing something that could be rewarding for us both in the end. Part of me doesn’t want to chance it, but the other part wants to make up for what my father didn’t provide for her growing up—money.

Since Chantelle, or Tilly, as I call her now, has been in my life, my father has been feeding both her mom and her money to keep them quiet because of the problems it could cause if my father’s infidelity came out. The money seemed to be enough for Tilly until she found out about my drug habit. She’s using that against me now.

Tilly met a guy with security experience, a guy I went to college with. Together, they came up with a plan to get her claws into some girl’s father…I guess he is one of the top five richest men in the country, and he is single. The plan is to get her married to Pearse McCoy, and then she will pay off the security guy, as she will be loaded if she can get her hands on him.

The girl’s name is Jesse McCoy, and she’s a softball player here at IU. Tilly overheard her talking at a party about how she is planning on working with her father after she graduates. Tilly did some research and found out that her father is worth billions. He is one of the top investment brokers in the world.

I asked Tilly why she didn’t just become friends with her and go that way and she said that would just scream gold digger. She says that this plan will take some time to get everything into place, so I am supposed to pursue Jesse and she is going to work on getting info on the McCoy’s so she can snuggle up with Pearse McCoy, where she will be set for life and hopefully the hell out of mine.

I’m clueless about how Tilly’s mind works. I don’t get how me getting involved with Jesse is going to help her plan, but, since I want to keep a good relationship with her, I’ll go along with whatever she needs me to do. Even though I don’t totally agree with it, I’ll do it. Hopefully doing this will keep her off my ass for a long time. Tilly is on her way to Denver along with her inside guy, and I’m staying here to keep the daughter out of the way.

I start looking at the pictures of Jesse that are posted on IU’s website by the softball team. She looks really familiar, like I’ve met her before. Not recently, though. She is pretty good looking, a natural beauty. She isn’t model skinny, but fit, with long curly strawberry blonde hair and stunning green eyes. They are almost the color of emeralds. She is six inches shorter than I am, according to IU’s website.

She’s a sophomore, a business major. I bet we had several of the same classes. Her GPA is amazing for playing softball. I wonder if this is even going to work out because if she is a goodie, goodie, I don’t know how well my charm will work on her. I continue looking at her profile and become more intrigued by this girl.

I think I could get used to being with her long enough for this plan to work. I guess it’s a benefit. Who knows? At this point, as long as she isn’t looking for a commitment, I don’t care. I just need sex.
Luckily, I still go down to IU almost every weekend, so it won’t be hard to find out if Jesse is attending a party or not. I hope this search for her won’t take too long.