Empire of Lies - Whitney G. Page 0,55
my bag and rushed out of the dressing room. I took the stairwell, running down several flights, until I made it to the lobby, out of the club and down the block. I was running without a destination, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop for a while…
An hour later, my heart was still racing out of fear, and I couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching me.
Instead of hailing a cab, I made my way to the closest subway station and took a seat near the back. As the train made its way across the city, I tried not to think about what had happened at Club Swan. How everything I’d built over the past couple years was a complete and utter lie, and I’d lost it in a single night.
“Now stopping at Broadway and 7th.” The subway’s system called out. “Broadway and 7th.”
I stood as the train slowed, and stepped off. I made my way up the steps and walked two blocks to Gershwin Theater.
“We’re closed, Miss,” the security guard said as I approached. “Come back tomorrow.”
“I’m here to see Michael Anderson,” I said, and he immediately opened the door. I stood inside the empty lobby for several seconds—taking in all of the beautiful green and black designs, then I took the steps to the next level and opened the double doors to the theater.
Onstage, Glinda the Good Witch was reciting a monologue, while wearing a sparkling blue. gown—addressing the villagers of the fictional town.
Squinting in the darkness, I looked around the empty theater. In the center, on the balcony level was Michael, staring straight ahead.
He was leaning back in his seat with the top buttons of his shirt undone, looking sexy as fuck, as always.
I made my way up to him and took a seat on his right.
“Did you have a good time at your secret job tonight?” he asked.
“No,” I said softly. “I won’t be going to my secret job anymore.”
He turned to face me, raising his eyebrow. “What happened?”
“Nothing…I just made a few critical mistakes and they finally caught up to me.”
He pressed his fingers under my chin, tilted it up a bit to where his eyes met mine. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Not unless you’re a crime boss or know some people called the A brothers…”
“What?” He looked beyond concerned now. “Why would you ever need to know who the A brothers are?”
“No reason, I um…” I shrugged. “I got off pretty easy. I needed a break from this side job anyway.”
He stayed silent, staring at me intently.
“How’s the play so far?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Are they convincing you that the villain isn’t as bad as we always thought he was?”
“No,” he said. “True villains never change.”
“They can become heroes in their backstories.”
“No,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “They’re just pretending. They’ll return to their old ways.”
“I won’t return to mine.” I shook my head, looking into his eyes. “Sometimes, I don’t think I’m a good person.”
“That’s okay.” He smiled. “I don’t think I’m a good person, either.”
“You can’t be as bad as me,” I said. “I stole from people.”
“I hurt people.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Is that past tense or present?”
He didn’t answer that. “You’re not a bad person, Meredith. You’ve just done a few bad things.”
“What about you?”
“I’ve done a lot of bad things…” He ran his fingers through my hair. “You’re actually at the top of that list.”
Before I could ask him what he meant by that, he pulled my face close to his and kissed me.
He pulled up the armrest between us, and slid his hand under my dress, but I grabbed it and moved it away.
“I wish you had been there with me tonight,” I said.
“Why’s that?”
“I have the feeling it might’ve ended very differently…I honestly thought you were there for a split second…”
“If I was there, how would it have ended differently?”
“I’ll show you.” I moved down to the floor, between his legs. I unbuckled his belt, kept my eyes on his as I unzipped his zipper and pulled out his cock.
I sucked it into my mouth, slowly bobbing my head up and down his length, swirling my tongue around his shaft each time I came up.
He groaned and ran his fingers through my hair, as I arched my back and took him as deep as I could. I gripped his knees and moved a bit faster.
“I need to come in your throat,” he