Fugitive Millionaire (Fugitive Millionaire Book One) (11 page)

“What?”

“A cheerleader.”

“Yeah, I can see that. I dated one in high school. She had plenty of energy, but was too shallow for my tastes.”

“Are you saying I’m shallow?”

“Take it anyway you want.”

Amanda preens in front of Fabian just to show off her toned body. “What I want is for you to take this, baby, and do with me what you do to your model girlfriends.”

“Amanda, you can force me to watch porn, slather me with goo and twist yourself into a pretzel numerous times hoping I’ll bite, but I’ll never voluntarily have sex with you…ever.”

Amanda kneels down in front of Fabian and sticks her breasts in his face. “Why not? You know you want it. No man has ever refused being with me. So, that means you’re either gay. Not. Or, you’re acting self-righteous because your girlfriend’s here.”

Fabian turns away from the boobs. “Why can’t you just accept the simple fact that I’m not interested in being with you like that? Just because I date a few models doesn’t mean I wanna automatically bed every pretty girl I’m around. I’m a man, not a machine.”

Amanda withdraws to the bed to sulk. She plops down and folds her arms in frustration. “Hmpf. A real man would have been all over me by now. Maybe you’re more of a boy than a man.”

“Maybe I’m a man that has more self-respect and integrity than you think. Even if Claire wasn’t here I’d still be turning you down. You’re lucky I haven’t hurt you.”

Amanda’s eyes widen. “Hurt me?”

“Yeah, do you really think I can’t overpower you anytime I want?”

“Gee, I wish you would. At least that would be exciting.”

“No, it would be very painful. The only thing stopping me is that I’m the type of guy who never lays my hand on a woman in anger. I might lose control and do something I’ll regret for the rest of my life.”

Amanda pokes Fabian’s leg with her big toe.

“My god, Fabian. You’re acting like such a drama queen. All I wanna do is have a little sexy fun for a few days, that’s all. You’re so friggin hot and so am I, so sure…why not? I’ll let you in on a little secret. I always fantasized what it would be like getting it on with you. This whole wanted by the police thing gave me the perfect chance to act on those fantasies.”

The irony is that Fabian has heard this kind of confession before about how a woman’s libido can be stirred up just by being around him. Ever since he hit puberty, women of all ages and backgrounds have been giving him those clandestine looks that let him know they are his for the taking. He may be a player, but he’s not a jerk that uses women purely to satisfy his sexual needs. He simply has too many better options.

“Okay, so you acted on it. Now you know I don’t wanna do it. What’s
your
problem, Amanda?”

Amanda leans back seductively on the bed. “You wanna know what my problem is, Fabian?”

“Please, tell me.”

“My husband thinks it’s okay to go off for weeks at a time and leave me here in god forsaken nowhere land. For a girl that’s used to getting a lot of attention from a man, living this way is pure hell. I’ve got needs that aren’t being given the proper attention. For one thing I have a high sex drive.”

“Then why don’t you just tell him that?”

Amanda turns angry. “Don’t you think I have? He just tells me to suck it up and in a few more years he’ll buy me the house of my dreams. Blah…blah…blah…”

Amanda is finally cracking, which is what Fabian hoped would happen if he kept pressing her emotional buttons. In his mind, there’s no way she would be acting out in such an extreme way without there being something deeply troubling her. Maybe if he can help her recognize the real issue, lack of emotional and physical stimulation, she’ll set him and Claire free and stop doing this nonsense.

“Look, Amanda. I know Ryan works a lot. He’s told me he does it so that he can build up enough wealth to retire within ten years. Obviously, he’s so focused on that goal that he’s forgotten that he needs to make sure you’re happy and fulfilled.”

Amanda strikes the bed with her fist. “That’s exactly the problem. I mean I love Ryan, but he’s not fulfilling my sexual needs like a husband should. That’s why I need some deliciously hot sex every once in a while to keep me sane. Although, most guys around here aren’t as hot as you. No matter. Whenever I capture myself a man we have ourselves a good ole time in my pleasure palace.”

“There are healthier ways of getting fulfillment.”

Amanda laughs off this sensible idea. “I don’t want healthy. I want sexual fun and out of this world orgasms.”

Fabian realizes his attempt at pop psychology is failing miserably. He decides to switch topics. “Where’s Claire, Amanda? Are you keeping her here in the main house?”

“I told you. She’s safe.”

“I wanna know exactly where she is.”

“What do I get out of it if I tell you?”

“Nothing.”

“Then forget it. You’re my captive. Remember? The way this works is that you gotta give me something I want in order to get something you want.”

Fabian quickly realizes that the only thing that will make her happy is to offer up a sexual carrot. “Okay. If you tell me the absolute truth about where Claire is, I’ll give you some orgasmic finger action during the movie that will blow your mind.”

Amanda eagerly leans forward and licks her lips. “Really? You’ve got a deal.”

“Good. Spill the beans.”

“Claire is in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Don’t ask me to tell you which one, because that’s not gonna happen.”

“Is she okay?”

“Physically, yeah, she’s fine. Mentally, I couldn’t tell you.”

Fabian has just sold a piece of himself for valuable information and it feels weird, but he’ll definitely do it again if the opportunity comes up. At least he knows that Claire is close by and wasn’t too badly hurt after Clancy hit her with that club. It seems to him that Clancy is well equipped to handle kidnappings of this sort. The man never comes near Fabian without a handgun. Fabian has glimpsed this concealed gun a couple of times while being led to the master bathroom. He can’t risk making any dumb moves that might get him or Claire seriously hurt.

Amanda knows she’s got the upper hand over him and Claire thanks to Clancy’s assistance. All he can do is keep pushing her buttons and hope that one of these times some fresh air will get through to her sex-addled brain.

*****

Claire wakes up in the dead of night to the feeling of a man’s hand gently stroking one side of her face. She continues lying there enjoying this loving touch for a few more precious moments. It’s been a while since she’s felt his hands on her face like this.

“Fabian…”

“Who’s Fabian?”

Claire’s eyes shoot open and she sees the dimpled adorableness of Jeremy.

“Jeremy. You’re awake.”

“Hey, pretty lady. You’re so angelic when you’re sleeping.”

Claire sits up in bed and can tell right away that she’s still wearing the same clothes she had on when she went out earlier to Boomers. Looking down she notices that the chain around her waist is back on again. She remembers now that she and Clancy agreed it was best to stick to her still being captive inside this room. The chains jingle slightly as she moves. She was supposed to stay awake and keep an eye on Jeremy so she could temper any negative reaction when he woke up. Obviously, the exact opposite has happened. She had dosed off for who knows how long and here he is wide awake and watching her as she wakes up. Geez. How embarrassing.

“How long have you been awake?”

Jeremy quickly examines the chains attached to her body and the bedpost. “Long enough to see that you’re into some kinky stuff.”

“Jeremy, you don’t understand. I…”

“Hey, it’s okay with me. I’m open to trying new sexual things. Just tell me what you want me to do to you, baby cakes.”

“My name is Claire.”

“Sorry, darlin. I mean Claire. How’d you get chained up? I don’t remember doing it. Matter of fact, I don’t remember a thing after talking to you at Boomers.”

“It’s a long story.”

Jeremy props his head up on one arm. “I got all the time in the world. My next painting job doesn’t start until next week.”

On the one hand, Claire is grateful that Jeremy is not reacting negatively to suddenly finding himself in a strange house in a stranger’s bed. On the other hand, that horniness she picked up on back at the bar is on full display. He’s not even concerned about whose house he’s in. He’s laser focused on sex. It just goes prove that when there’s sex involved, a guy’s brains go out the window. Her main concern now is keeping control of this intimate tap dance she’s performing with Jeremy’s libido.

“So ah…you like for guys to dominate you? Is that it, Claire?”

“Um, actually, I’ve got something real special in mind for you, Jeremy. We talked about it at the bar and you were really excited about the idea.”

“I was?”

“I guess you don’t remember, huh?”

“Nope. Wish I did, but my brain is kinda fried right now. What’s the idea?”

Well, you see, my sister, Amanda, is a little weird. Maybe we’re both weird come to think of it. Anyway, she prides herself in being this totally hot sex goddess. Amanda likes to brag that she can get any guy to give her three amazing orgasms by showing him one trick.”

Jeremy is listening with heightened interest. “Really now?”

“Yeah. Amanda’s gorgeous and always seems to get hot guys like you to fall under her spell. Me? Ha. I’m lucky to get beyond the kissing phase. For some reason I just sort of freeze up when things start getting spicy.”

“Really? Man, Claire, that totally sucks. Here I thought you were experienced in lovemaking.”

“I wish. Amanda is always shoving the fact that I’m lousy in bed in my face. My frigidity problem has cost me boyfriends. Just once I’d like to show my sister up by being as kinky and sexy as she is. That’s where you come in, Jeremy.”

“How can I help?”

Claire leans in closer to Jeremy. “By making hot, passionate love to me.”

Jeremy’s body spontaneously jerks up. “Are you freaking kidding me? Have I died and gone to heaven?”

“There’s a catch.”

“What catch?”

“We’re gonna fake the whole thing.”

Jeremy’s face collapses into disappointment. “Shit. For real? Why do we need to fake it? I haven’t got any diseases, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It’s not that. Jeremy, I promise there’s something really good in this for you if you go along with my scheme.”

“Now what could possibly be better than me making passionate love to a pretty lady like you?”

“You get to have the best sex of your life with my voraciously sex-addicted sister, Amanda.”

Jeremy strokes his chin in deep thought. “I don’t know. Something’s gotta be wrong with this deal. Is she ugly?”

“Not unless you think a gorgeous brunette with a totally rocking body is ugly.”

Jeremy scratches his head. “I’m still confused. How is me having fake sex with you gonna get me in bed with your hot sister? Give me the easy to understand version.”

“Right now she’s got my guy friend in her bedroom because she thinks he’s all that. When you and I start carrying on in here, she’ll come and check it out. Once she sees that I’ve landed myself a hotter guy than she’s got, she’ll get really jealous. Amanda can’t stand not having the hottest guy on the planet.”

“Will she be mad?”

“Oh yeah. She’ll be pretty steamed all right. She hates for me to outdo her in anything. That’s when you’ll be able to make your move on her. Let her know that you’re willing and able to give her the ride of her life in bed.”

“Man. This is all so kinky and weird. But you know what, Claire?”

“What?”

“I’m all in, baby,” Jeremy excitedly rubs his hands together. “This is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life. I’ll never forget this day. No freakin way.”

“Me neither, Jeremy.”

The relatively normal life she had once enjoyed as an executive office assistant in New York feels like it was eons ago.

Claire’s fingers shake uncontrollably as she removes her blouse and unhooks her bra in front of Jeremy. He hungrily stares at her bare chest. She’s willing to go completely topless in order to make their act more convincing. However, she’s keeping her panties firmly on her bottom. She doesn’t foresee the need to get completely naked.

Jeremy doesn’t wait for a cue from her to start undressing. He hastily pulls off his shirt, boots, pants and underwear. He stands there grinning at Claire in his birthday suit.

“What now, Claire? Should I get on top of you?”

“Yes, Jeremy. We’ve gotta make it look real.”

Claire knows Amanda is in her bedroom with Fabian. Clancy says she’s probably asleep, but it’s easy to wake her up by making a noisy commotion. She’s ready to do just that.

“Let’s get started,” she softly commands.

Jeremy lowers his slender frame gently down onto Claire’s stiff body.

To Claire it feels like she’s acting out a scene in a play, which makes it hard for her to loosen up. She’s got to psyche herself up mentally for this to work. Jeremy senses her unease and starts kissing her neck and shoulders with surprising tenderness.

“Relax, Claire. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want, okay?”

“Okay. I appreciate that.”

“How far do you want me to go?”

“Keep going. I’ll let you know. Just follow my lead.”

*****

Fabian cannot get to sleep. The more he lies in this king sized bed stewing over how Amanda’s behavior is polluting her marriage to Ryan, as well as, his longtime friendship with a genuinely great guy, the more he resents her. What he had done to Amanda with his fingers earlier in the evening is usually reserved only for very special women in his life. He prides himself in taking the time to learn how to do sensual techniques that make a woman go crazy with pleasure. These are private, intimate things he does while sharing a part of himself with a woman he truly cares about. He hasn’t even used this particular method yet on Claire. He was saving it for just the right time. Now he’s not sure he can do it again at all without having flashbacks of his time spent being chained up in this room.

Amanda had groaned and moaned, groping aimlessly at his body while tossing her head wildly from side to side as she came multiple times. He was afraid that if he held back she would start begging him for intercourse, which he was not going to give her. He allowed his fingers to do their magic act deep inside of her. It was like he was on automatic pilot. Normally, he gets aroused and exited while providing a woman with such ecstatic pleasure, but not this time. With Amanda it was simply a joyless job he had to do in order to appease her enough so that she feels she’s gotten the better end of their deal. After her final mind-numbing orgasm, Amanda collapsed in an exhausted heap and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Fabian studies Amanda as she sleeps soundly on her side. In spite of his fervent declaration not to give in to her again, she had gotten another sexual favor from him. Even though he knows she’s forcing him to do these things to her, he can’t help but feel like he’s betraying his buddy, Ryan. Amanda is still Ryan’s wife and this is still the bed where he sleeps with her when he’s home. He now realizes that Ryan probably does his best to meet his wife’s eccentric sexual demands. Amanda had told him that the stripper pole was her idea.

Yet, maybe even Ryan realizes that he’s not able to entirely satiate her desire for entertaining sex. He’s just a regular, hardworking guy, not a porn star. Maybe the real reason Ryan spends so much time away from home is to escape from having to role play each time he wants to make love to his wife. Most of the time a guy just wants to have good old-fashioned sex with his lady. After it’s over, you roll over and go to sleep. There’s no telling what type of hoops Amanda is making Ryan jump through when she asks for sex, which is often. He truly thinks Amanda has got a sex addiction problem. The kind of help she needs cannot be found inside a jar of chocolate love sauce.

Fabian shakes Amanda awake. “Wake up, Amanda.”

“Humph? No, lemme sleep.”

Fabian shakes her roughly this time. “I wanna talk to you now,” he says angrily.

Amanda crankily stirs awake. “I can’t believe you’re waking me up. What do you want?”

Fabian reaches over her and turns on the table lamp. “We need to talk about how screwed up you are.”

Amanda squints from the sudden glare of light in her eyes. She rubs her eyes to better adjust her vision. “Who’s screwed up? I’m not screwed up.”

“Yes, you are. You’ve got a serious psychological problem and you need to get help. I’m not going to allow you to keep pretending this is all normal.”

Amanda pulls her hair away from her face and assumes an air of respectability. “I don’t need to get any help, Fabian. I’m not crazy.”

“I didn’t say you were crazy. I’ve figured out what’s wrong with you. You’re addicted to sex. It’s a real medical problem that many people suffer from.”

Amanda bristles at the suggestion that there may be something wrong with her mentally. “You think I have a sex addiction? That’s ridiculous. I just need more sex than the average person. Not everyone is made the same, you know. Instead of one or two times a week, I need it like five times to feel normal.”

“Chaining people up in your room to a stripper pole isn’t normal, Amanda. Doing this to me isn’t normal. Enlisting Clancy to help you keep people imprisoned here by force isn’t normal.”

“Fabian, you’re really overreacting to what we’ve been doing in here. Do you know that there are clubs where couples, and other free-spirited people, get together and exchange partners while enjoying all kinds of out of the norm sexual encounters?”

“You mean swingers?”

“Yeah. All sorts of people belong to these clubs. They’re not crazy either, they just approach sex differently than the boring crowd.”

Fabian is not going to let Amanda distract him from his main point. “I don’t care what other people are doing. I’m talking about what you’re doing right here in your own home. A home that Ryan, your husband, works his butt off to provide for you so you don’t have to go out and actually work for a living.”

“Fabian, I’m not twisting Ryan’s arm or anything. He told me he doesn’t want me to work.”

“So instead of doing something useful with your time you spend it watching porn movies and figuring out how to kidnap another sucker so you can get off on being perverse. But no, that’s not weird at all, according to your mindset.”

Amanda furrows her brow. “I’m sick of this. I don’t have to listen to you insult me.” Amanda hops out of bed and goes over to her dresser. She grabs her phone. “I offered myself up to you on a silver platter and all you can do is tell me how weird I am. Don’t push me, Fabian, or I swear I’ll call the cops right now.”

“You see? You just proved my point.”

“You don’t have a valid point.”

“As soon as the truth about your behavior starts getting too uncomfortable for you to deal with, you use threats against me to shut me up. Well, you know what? I’m done with this bullshit. Call the friggin cops. Betray one of your husband’s best friends.”

Fabian knows he’s taking a risk by inviting her to call the police. But, he’s at his wits end. If she does actually go through with her threat, he’ll have to think fast to figure out how to defuse Amanda and get her back on his side again.

“It wouldn’t be a betrayal, Fabian. I’d be protecting my husband’s ass from getting caught up in your bullshit. The only reason why you’re here is because Ryan is such a softie. You knew he couldn’t say no to you, even if it jeopardizes our lifestyle.”

“Ryan hasn’t done anything for me that I wouldn’t do for him in a heartbeat. It’s a friendship thing that you wouldn’t understand because you don’t have any friends like that.”

“You don’t know what kind of friendships I have, so shut up.”

“Argh…” Amanda is so deep in denial that Fabian isn’t sure he can get through to her how destructive her behavior is not only to her, but to Ryan, Clancy and now he and Claire.

“Can’t you understand, Amanda, that every time I touch you in a sexual way, I’m betraying the trust Ryan has in me? You blow it off as if it’s nothing. But the bond I have with him is really important to me, and now you’ve practically ruined that with your stupid sexual antics.”

Amanda stands in front of the entertainment center wearing a smug expression. Fabian immediately wonders what’s churning in her conniving brain now.

“My antics? You’re one to talk. It’s your antics with your stepmother that got you in deep shit trouble in the first place. Maybe I shouldn’t be messing around with you. You probably strangled Sloane and dumped her body in the river.”

This typical New York City crime scenario is so clichéd that Fabian is sure Amanda just shot it out of her mouth without even thinking.

“That’s absurd. I never laid a hand on Sloane. I’m innocent, got it?”

“Sure. All crooks say they’re innocent. There’s video of you leaving her hotel room.”

“So what? There’s video of me doing a lot of things. Doesn’t mean I’m guilty of making Sloane disappear.”

Amanda slides her hand along the edge of the entertainment center cabinet. “Maybe. But if you’ve got any ideas about attacking me, just know that you won’t get away with it. There’s a hidden camera in this room recording your every move as we speak.”

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“You mean you secretly record all the men you bring in here for sex?”

“Every last one. It’s my insurance policy that they’ll keep quiet about what goes on inside these walls.”

“You sneaky little bitch.”

Amanda smirks. “I’m a smart bitch, baby.”

“You know those recordings show your actions too.”

Amanda shrugs. “I’m just a girl having some private fun. Kinky sex isn’t everyone’s thing, but it’s not illegal.”

“Drugging and kidnapping people is illegal.”

“Who’s going to accuse me of doing something like that? You? Claire? Ha. I think the cops will believe me over a fugitive and his fawning girlfriend.”

Fabian rolls off the bed and throws his shirt on. “I’m done with this, Amanda. You can keep me chained up here, call the cops, whatever, but I’m not going to lift a muscle to give you one iota of sexual pleasure. From here on out, I’m saving myself for my awesome girlfriend, Claire.”

This angers Amanda. “Huh. I’ve got more sensuality in my little pinky than she has in her whole body.”
Fabian hoists his body up as high as he can reach on the stripper pole and swings himself around it in a way he imagines Amanda does, sensuously gliding to the floor. “You mean sexy like this?”

Fabian hopes Amanda gets that he’s mocking her. “You’re pathetic, Amanda, you know that? I feel sorry for you.”

Amanda is livid. She grabs one of her expensive designer high-heeled pumps off the floor and hurls it at Fabian’s head. He swerves. The shoe barely misses his head by a half an inch.

“You asshole! Amanda is poised to throw another shoe, but stops when she suddenly hears extremely loud moaning and cries of passion coming from the room on the other side of her bedroom wall. “What the hell?”

Fabian hears the noises too. It sounds like two people are having a rousing good time in bed. “Clancy must be enjoying one of your porn movies.”

Amanda drops the shoe and listens with rapt attention. “Clancy doesn’t watch porn inside our house. I’m going to go check it out. You stay here, Fabian.” Amanda goes to investigate.

Fabian throws up his hands in utter frustration. He was this close to getting Amanda mad enough to release him. “Where would I go? You’ve got me chained up to a friggin stripper pole!”

*****

“Ah, oh! Do it, Jeremy. Yes, that’s so hot, baby!”

Jeremy and Claire pump their bodies up and down with overly exaggerated movements to make it look like they really are having sex so hot it could melt the paint off the walls. They’ve been going at it now for several minutes. Claire can feel Jeremy’s erection against her thigh. It would be hard for him not to get excited while pantomiming having sex with a woman. She knows it’s just his body doing what it normally does in these situations.

Jeremy pants, and moans and groans loudly. He’s performing like a star.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swings open with such force that the doorknob bounces off the wall. Claire sees Amanda’s petite figure darkening the doorway.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing in my house?” she bellows.

Jeremy rolls off of Claire and gets his first eyeful of Amanda Burdett. “Whoa. Claire, you weren’t kidding. Your sister is totally hot.”

Claire covers her breasts with her hands while pretending to be caught by surprise. “Amanda! I thought you were too busy playing with your captive to care about what I do to pass the time.”

Amanda sizes up Jeremy then trains her fierce gaze back onto Claire. “How dare you bring a stranger into my home and screw him without my permission.”

Claire can see that Amanda is not only a sex freak, but a hypocrite as well. She stares right back at her with her own defiant attitude. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

Amanda turns her attention to Jeremy. “Who are you?”

Jeremy is expecting her to be mad, and therefore, is able to maintain his easy-going demeanor. “Hi. I’m Jeremy. And, I bet you’re Amanda. Your sister here told me all about how you enjoy getting it on with hot guys in chains. Well, I’m here and I’m up for anything you got.”

Claire was hoping that Jeremy would play it nice and cool by being mysterious at first. But, he’s too young and horny to hold back his desire to jump Amanda’s bones. She’s worried that his over eagerness might throw a monkey wrench into her plan.

Amanda puts her hands on her hips. “Sister? Fat chance. Claire, what kind of lies have you been telling him?”

Claire’s only option at this point is to keep pretending they are sisters in order to keep Jeremy in the dark about her and Fabian’s real identity. “Why are you acting like we’re
not
sisters? Just because you’re the favored one, doesn’t mean you get to disown me whenever you want.”