When I Lie With You

Chapter 22

Ian & Rory

I set down my briefcase and walked upstairs to see if Rory was getting ready to go out to the club. When I walked into the bedroom, she had just gotten out of the shower and she was standing naked in the closet, looking through her clothes.

“Hot damn, that’s what I like to see when I come home after a long hard day at the office.”

She turned her head and looked at me with a smile splashed across her face. “How long and hard is it? I mean, did you have a nice day?”

I smirked and walked up behind her, placing my hands on her breasts and gently giving them a squeeze. “I like your first line better, sweetheart, and I’ll show you how long and hard it is.”

She gasped, and I knew in that moment that I had her. She could never resist me, just like I could never resist her. My fingers made their way down to the area that she told me constantly ached for me. Feeling how wet she already was turned me on even more. As my tongue began to explore her neck, she reached behind and stroked my hard cock through the fabric of my pants. My finger made its way inside her, causing her to let out a sexy moan. As I turned her around, I passionately kissed her lips before they trailed down to her breasts, torso, and then finally her pussy. She brought her leg up over my shoulder as I had a tight grip on her hips. She ran her fingers through my hair as her body tightened and she yelled my name. Her legs shook as she came. I stood up, tore off my shirt, and took down my pants as fast as I could. There was no waiting. I wanted her and I needed her now. I kissed her lips as I led her to the bed. After I laid her on her stomach, I took her from behind. I clutched her tight beautiful ass as I thrust in and out of her rapidly. I could feel her swelling again and preparing to come.

“Come again, sweetheart. I need you to come one more time for me.”

“Please don’t stop, baby. I’m so close.”

Her moans grew louder and I felt her coming. I gave one final thrust as the buildup in me released and pure bliss took over. As I collapsed on top of her, I reached under her and softly held her breasts while we tried to catch our breath.

“I love you,” I whispered and kissed the side of her face.

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

While I was in the shower, Rory was putting on her makeup.

“How did lunch go with my dad?” I asked.

“It was nice. I think he really likes me now,” she replied.

“I know he likes you, Rory. What did you talk about?”

“Nothing much. Just small talk.”

“About what?” I asked as I turned off the water and slid the glass door open.

“He was just asking me about my childhood.”

She was lying and I knew it. I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and looking straight at her through the mirror.

“You would never lie to me, right?” I asked.

“Of course not, Ian,” she said with nervousness. She stared at me and I could see the sadness in her eyes. She turned around, looked at me, and then started to walk away. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

“Do what, Rory?”

“Lie to you. I can’t. I love you too much to lie to you,” she said as she turned around and looked at me. “Ian, your dad is really sick.”

I cocked my head as I looked at her from across the bathroom. “What? What do you mean?”

“He told me not to tell you because he’s going to tell you when he has everything in order. He has stage four pancreatic cancer and it spread. I’m so sorry.”

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. “I already know, sweetheart.”

She pushed back. “What? How?”

“I just found out a couple of days ago. He’d been acting strange lately and he wasn’t looking well, so I had someone find out what was going on.” I put my hands on her face. “Thank you for telling me the truth when I asked you. You have no idea how much that meant to me,” I said as I kissed her warm lips.

She broke our kiss and looked at me with knitted eyebrows. “What the fuck, Ian? You knew and you didn’t even bother to share it with me?”

“Sweetheart, listen to me. I just found out the night he came over. I was going to tell you about it that night, but I saw the look on your face when you picked up the piece of paper from the floor.”

“You saw that?”

“Yes. I was on my way back into the room and I saw his reaction when you went to pick it up. Then, when he asked you to lunch, I found it odd and that was when I suspected he was going to tell you.”

“So basically, you waited to see if I’d lie to you or not?” she asked with an attitude.

“No, not really. But I did want to see if you’d tell me.”

Rory sighed and walked to the bedroom. “You really suck, Ian.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Do you have any idea how much it’s bothered me all day that your father put me in that position?”

I walked over to her and grabbed both her hands. “I’m sure it did bother you and he was wrong, but I’m so proud of you for telling me. I love you so much, Rory,” I said as I pulled her into me.

“I love you too. You’re not going to say anything to him, are you?”

“No. I’m just going to pretend I know nothing. I’m really upset about it. But we can talk about it later. We need to finish getting ready for the club.”

Rory

We met Andrew, Adalynn, and Daniel at the club. Andrew wanted to pick us up, but Ian told him that we’d all meet up there. We walked inside and, instantly, Andrew flagged us down. Ian had a tight grip on my hand as he led us to a booth.

“Hi, darling. You look amazing!” Adalynn said as she gave me a hug.

“So do you.” I smiled.

Andrew leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. “You look nice, Rory.”

I forced a small smile to amuse him as I said thank you. I said hello to Daniel with a kiss and we all sat down. Ian put his arm around me. It was almost as if he was letting everyone know I was his. He wasn’t thrilled with the short dress I was wearing. We, or should I say he, had a discussion about it before we left the house. Naturally, I won and he didn’t say another word about it. The music was loud and people were everywhere. Andrew ordered appetizers and had a round of drinks brought to the table every thirty minutes.

“Come on; let’s go dance!” Adalynn said with a grin.

“Do you want to come?” I asked Ian.

“No, you go ahead. I’ll just sit here and watch you.” He smiled.

Adalynn and I tore up the dance floor. I had a couple of drinks and I was feeling really relaxed. I caught Ian staring at me as I danced. He was biting his bottom lip and shaking his head. I was pretty sure he was turned on and so was I just by looking at him. After a couple of songs, Adalynn and I went back to the table and sat down. Ian already had another drink waiting for me.

“You looked amazing out there,” he whispered in my ear. “Wait until I get you home. In fact, we may not even make it until we get home,” he said as he grabbed my hand from underneath the table and put it on his hard cock.

I removed my hand and giggled as I kissed his lips.

“Okay, you two, that’s enough,” Andrew said. “It’s time for your birthday present. Follow me.”

We all got up and followed Andrew into a private room. There was a TV, two couches, a loveseat, and a couple of chairs.

“You sit in this chair, Ian.”

I looked at Ian and he shrugged his shoulders. I didn’t like this because I knew douchebag Andrew way too well. He was up to something. Whatever he had planned, I wasn’t going to let it bother me. He was doing it to hurt me.

Suddenly a tall, blonde-haired girl walked in, wearing a box. She was dressed as a present and had a bow on top of her head. She was wearing thigh-high black stockings and black high-heeled shoes. She walked over to Ian.

“Are you the birthday boy?” she asked.

“Yeah.” Ian smiled.

I sat there because I knew damn well she was a stripper. I glanced over at Andrew, who sat on the couch with a smirk on his face.

“I need you to unwrap me,” she said.

Ian didn’t hesitate as he took the bow off her head. I sat there with a raging fire inside me. A fire so hot that it was making my skin burn from inside.

She took the bow from him and stuck it on his head. Adalynn got up and sat down next to me.

“Don’t let it get to you,” she whispered.

“It already has,” I replied.

The stripper told Ian that he needed to finish unwrapping her by pulling down the zipper in the back. She turned around and he did.

“Now that you’ve unwrapped your present, it’s time to see what’s inside.” The stripper smiled.

She shimmied out the box only to reveal a black baby doll nightie that was fully opened in the front with a matching string up her ass. I looked over at Andrew and he was smiling at me. I shook my head as I glared at him. He threw back the rest of his drink.

The stripper gave Ian a lap dance and when she turned around, she grabbed his hands and planted them firmly on her ass. Ian looked at me and he knew how pissed I was. He immediately removed his hands from her. After her little dance, the stripper slowly stripped out of her nightie and shoved her tits in Ian’s face. That was the last straw as I bolted up from the couch and walked out of the room. I heard Ian yell my name. I was in tears as I ran down the hallway. I found the ladies’ room and stepped inside. A few moments later, the door opened, and when I looked over, Andrew was standing there with his hand on the knob.

“Get the fuck out of here!” I yelled.

“Rory, calm down. I came to apologize to you.”

“Where’s Ian?”

“I told him I’d come find you and bring you back.”

“You are an asshole. Now get the fuck out of here!” I yelled.

Andrew smiled at me as he started walking towards me. “Come on, Rory. We’re friends. You always forgive your friends.”

“WE.ARE.NOT.FRIENDS! I would never be friends with a scumbag like you.”

“Now, Rory. That’s not nice,” he said as he grabbed my hair. “I like you, and I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day I saw you in Ian’s basement, punching away at that punching bag. But then Ian had to go and fall in love with you. I warned him you were trash and only using him for his money,” he said as his grip on my hair grew tighter.

I was scared, but I needed to remain calm. I could handle him. Suddenly, I heard Adalynn on the other side of the door.

“Rory, why is the door locked? Are you okay? Are you in there?”

“Adalynn!” I yelled as Andrew put his hand over my mouth.

“Rory, what’s wrong?” she asked.

I struggled as Andrew had me tight in his grip. “Just let me fuck you one time. Ian will never know. I have to know what it feels like to be inside you.”

I bit his hand and he yelled as he removed it from my mouth. I turned around and kneed him in the balls. He grabbed himself and fell to the ground. I ran to the door and unlocked it, but as I tried to turn the knob, Andrew grabbed my leg and pulled me down. He threw me on my back and pinned my arms above my head with one hand while the other hand covered my mouth. I was trying to kick, when suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and Ian grabbed Andrew off of me and threw him up against the sink, punching him and then throwing him to the ground.

“What did you do?” Ian screamed at him.

“She’s a fucking whore, Ian. Ever since she walked into your life, you’ve given up everything, including our friendship,” he said as he punched Ian in the mouth.

Adalynn ran to me and hugged me. She helped me up and I stood there and watched Ian beat the shit out of Andrew.

“You piece of shit. You were like a brother to me!” he screamed with each punch. “How could you do this to me and to the woman I love?”

Andrew didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. Daniel went over and pulled Ian off of him.

“That’s enough, Ian. I think he got the message.”

“Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, come near me or Rory again. Do you understand me?!” Ian yelled at Andrew. “Our friendship is over forever!”

Ian wiped the blood from his mouth as he turned around and looked at me. His breathing was rapid. He walked over to me and placed his hands on each side of my face, checking to see if I was hurt.

“Are you okay?” he asked with sadness in his eyes.

I couldn’t cry. Normal people would cry in a situation like this, but I couldn’t. I felt nothing but rage. The rage I used to feel growing up. The numbness was back and it took over my body as if it never left.

“I’m fine,” I whispered as I looked at Ian.

“See, she’s fine,” Andrew said as he stood up.

The rage inside consumed me and I pushed Ian out of my way. I stared at Andrew as I began to walk towards him.

“Rory, what are you doing?” Ian asked.

I approached Andrew and, for a moment, we just stared at each other. I hated him. I hated everything about him. The words that kept going through my mind were “Focus all your energy into your hands. Let it build and then focus when you’re ready to strike.” And that was exactly what I did. I threw a punch across his face and broke his nose. He fell to the ground and held his nose. Blood spilled everywhere. I looked down at him and then I spit on him. “Go to hell, you asshole,” I said and then turned and looked at Ian. “I want to go home.”

Ian put his arm around me and I moved out from under it.

“I’m still pissed at you about the stripper,” I said as I walked ahead of him and out of the bathroom. “Someone needs to call 911 for that asshole in there,” I said to the line of women that were waiting to get inside.