Broken Truth (2 page)

“I know you’re watching me, Baby.” The groggy sound of his voice startled her somewhat.

Composing herself, Charlie smiled. “No, I’m not.”

He grinned sleepily before brilliant blue eyes opened and met her stare. “I think you are,” he murmured.

Her heart began to flutter repeatedly as their eyes continued to stare at one another. It was always like this between them, this playful yet sizzling chemistry that Charlie hoped they would never lose.  “So what are you going to do about it then?” she challenged with a smirk.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, he gave her a look that practically melted her insides to a puddle of goo. Licking her lips seductively, Charlie continued tracing her fingers across his stomach, enjoying the feel of his skin blazing beneath her touch.

“Are you teasing me, Baby?” he asked with a hint of amusement. Lifting both of his arms to rest behind his head, Charlie watched as he tensed the muscles in his abdomen, defining the already ridged muscles further.

She knew he was playing dirty, but she also knew that she could play dirtier. It was definitely time for her to up her game she decided as she removed her hand from his body and placed it on her left thigh. Very gently, she ran her fingertips from the top of her leg to the bottom. His eyes widened as he watched her fingers pursue an unrelenting path over her soft skin until she stopped at the juncture of her thighs.

Closing her eyes and taking a large breath, Charlie slipped her fingertips over the cool satin material of her underwear and shuddered. She knew how much he loved to watch her touch herself. The thought spurred her onwards with encouragement.

Trailing her middle finger up and over her satin covered mound, Charlie felt her body buck with pleasure. Continuing with the onslaught, she could feel her panties slowly growing wetter as she continued to stroke faster and harder, climbing to the orgasm that was approaching.

Her mewing sounds of pleasure were his undoing. “Fuck,” he growled as he pushed the covers away from his naked lower half. Grabbing hold of Charlie’s body he pulled her astride him. “You’ve asked for it now, Baby,” he breathed as his hand tugged her underwear to the side.

The feel of the cool morning air against her sensitised flesh had her whimpering for his touch. “P-Please,” she begged with needy eyes.

“Are you going to tease me like that again?” Her body tensed and a sob escaped her lips as he ran a finger through her slick, swollen folds. “So, is that going to be a no?” He withdrew his fingers and cocked his head to the side. “Or do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t stop,” she practically begged. “I won’t.  I won’t.”

Looking up at her flushed and aroused face he smiled with satisfaction. “I’m going to fuck you now, Baby. And you’d better be prepared for it,” he said as he positioned her over his throbbing cock. Holding on to Charlie’s hands, he took her weight as she slid deliciously down the length of him.

“Oh my God,” she cried as his full length entered her. “It feels so fucking good!”

He paused allowing her body to acclimatise before withdrawing and meeting her raised hips once more. The force of his thrust had Charlie’s head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, Baby! You always feel so fucking good around my cock,” she heard him mutter through gritted teeth.

Charlie continued to ride him as fast as she could, although her legs were beginning to tire, pushing her orgasm further and further away. Sensing her rapid exhaustion, she felt him manoeuvre their bodies so that he was positioned above her, his weight resting on her lower legs and hips. Quickly running the tip of his cock through her folds, he positioned himself at her entrance. “I love you,” he whispered as he slammed himself into her with earth shattering force.

Crying out from the aggressive intensity, Charlie gripped the bed sheets as her back bowed off the bed. With each thrust he gave, she could feel the familiar stirring of her orgasm approaching. His pace picked up as he pounded into her mercilessly. Sweat beaded his brow as he breathed heavily - She could tell he was close.

“Oh shit. I’m gonna come!” she panted as the first waves of her orgasm hit. Her inner walls contracted around him, sending wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure through her body. Opening her eyes she saw him watching her intently. His eyes had glassed over and she knew that he could feel nothing but his imminent release.

On his final thrust, Charlie watched as he held his breath before releasing himself deep inside of her. They always had this connection with sex. There was no feeling better in the world than the moment their eyes connected as they both let go. She loved this man and there was no way there could be anyone else for her but him.

The sound of a Blackberry buzzing on the bedside table interrupted their steamy lovemaking session. Charlie sighed as he rolled off of her and pressed the phone to his ear. “Callum Ellis,” he snapped into the receiver as he walked gloriously naked out of the master suite towards the stairs.

It was clear that he was going to be more than a few minutes on this telephone call as she noticed he was making his way downstairs to his office.

Living in a triplex apartment, the layout was most unusual than that of your normal penthouse. Entering onto the middle floor of the apartment where the vast living room and kitchen were housed, two sweeping staircases stood in the centre as the main focal point. The upper floor contained two large bedrooms plus the master suite, whereas the lower ground floor held the fully equipped gym, cinema room and office. 

Situated in the middle of Deansgate, Manchester; Skyline Plaza was an impressive skyscraper building spanning forty two magnificent floors. The lower twenty levels housed modern and efficient office space, whereas the upper twenty floors were filled with plush apartments and penthouses that overlooked the city. It was a residential playground for the rich and famous, which Callum had told her was his idea when he designed and built the building a few years ago.

Propping up the pillows behind her, Charlie leant back and pulled the blankets over herself. “Just one weekend,” she sulked. “Why can’t they leave him alone for just one fucking weekend?”

Around four hours later, Charlie woke and found herself still alone in the bedroom. Looking around the room she noticed that nothing had changed in the time she had been asleep. Callum’s suit lay draped over the chaise longue with his shirt and boxers discarded on the floor beside it. The sheets on his side of the bed were still crumpled from his quick escape earlier this morning.

Getting herself out of bed, Charlie padded softly into the en-suite to freshen herself up. Taking off her glasses, she ran her hands under the cold water tap and splashed a little against her face. Blindly grabbing at the hand rail beside her, she located a small towel and began to pat her face dry so that she could put her contact lenses in.

A dark fuzzy shadow caught her attention in the large bathroom mirror. She didn’t have her contacts or glasses, but there was no mistaking who it was. Pretending to ignore his presence she continued to dab at her face.

“I’m sorry, Baby,” he breathed into her ear as he snaked two strong arms around her waist. “You know I can’t just ignore work. If the phone rings then I have to answer it.”

Reaching for her contact lenses, Charlie opened the case and carefully placed one in each eye. Blinking a few times, she saw Callum’s reflection watching her intently in the mirror. Choosing to ignore him, she headed for her walk-in wardrobe.

Closing the door behind her, Charlie turned around and smiled within the comfort of her safe haven. Rows upon rows of neatly organised clothes assaulted her eyes instantly. Veering towards the mahogany rails on the left hand side of the wardrobe, she set her eyes on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a lacy cream cut out vest and matching dark brown boots and handbag.

Attending lunch with her best friends, Lucy and Amelia, was always traumatic as the preparations involved were extremely time consuming. With all three of them working as stylists in the fashion industry, the competition between their outfits was always strong as they fought to come out on top.

Preening her body and hair to perfection, Charlie admired her handiwork of the past hour in the large freestanding mirror. She didn’t feel supermodel beautiful, but she was happy enough with the outcome. Her chestnut coloured hair had been straightened and then curled within an inch of its life, so that it now lay in glamorous bouncing curls down her back. Snatching the Cartier studs from her jewellery drawer, Charlie fixed one in each ear before collecting her handbag and heading towards the living room in search of Callum.

As Charlie wandered along the hallway of the vast triplex penthouse, she took in the breathtaking scenery all around that she loved. Floor length windows littered every room giving a panoramic view over the whole of Manchester.

Unfortunately, the beautifulness of the city outside was not reciprocated indoors with the decor of Callum’s home. Each and every room was designed to be modern yet extremely minimal. Coloured in neutral tones and stainless steel, the penthouse gave off the young, single, bachelor feel, which probably would be the case if Charlie wasn’t living there full time.

Without him noticing, she had slowly been making the apartment more homely. Starting off small, she had managed to smuggle a few ornaments and pictures into the bedroom and living room in an attempt to subdue the plain and empty look.

For some reason Callum loathed almost every item that made a home feel comfortable. There were no throws, no cushions on the sofa and no rugs to squish your toes into. It was something that Charlie was hoping to remedy over the next few weeks on her many shopping excursions.

Growing up in a three bedroom terraced house in Droylsden, Manchester; she was used to the endless clutter and mess found in most homes around Britain. Having shared a bedroom for most of her child and teenage life with her sister, Emma, it was normal practice to have endless storage boxes full of useless junk that was no longer required.

As she entered the living room downstairs, she spotted Callum leaning back on the large white leather sectional staring out of the window. Taking in his appearance, she could see that he was ready and waiting to go. Dressed in a crisp white shirt with the top buttons undone and his favourite pair of worn jeans, he looked smooth and irresistible.

Noticing her presence, Callum turned his head. She watched him slowly drink her in, a small smile tugging at his lips. Rising from the sofa, he picked up his fitted black blazer that lay draped over the corner arm and strode quickly towards her.

“Forgive me?” he pouted cutely whilst pushing his arms through the sleeves.

Stretching out her arms to grab the lapels of his blazer, Charlie pulled him closer. “Don’t I always?” she giggled before pressing a kiss against his lips.

Two

Exiting the lift on minus one, Callum placed a comforting hand on Charlie’s elbow and steered her towards the cars. As the architect and developer of one of the most prestigious skyscrapers in Manchester, life certainly came with a few perks – five whole parking bays. During the week the bays were empty apart from Charlie’s little white Audi TT RS Roadster that Callum gifted her with a few months ago. Today however, parked next to her little Audi sat a further two cars that were both Jaguars. The black on black luxury sleek saloon car she had seen a million times before, however the new sporty convertible also in black was definitely a new addition to the fleet.

“Got yourself a new car then, Mr Ellis?” Charlie smirked with her hands on her hips. “Clearly somebody has too much money to play around with.”

Pinching her elbow lightly, he grinned. “Why do you think I disappeared this morning? I had to go and take delivery of my shiny new baby.”

Charlie scoffed. “New baby? You had better watch yourself, Mister. I’m not going to be too happy if you start sleeping in your car on the weekends or at home when I’m not around.”

He shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. “Let’s get going, yeah?”