Anything For Chocolate - A Billionaire’s Deception Page 4

  “It’s okay, you didn’t know.” A forced smile covers her hurt and guilt, and Evan, smiles inside…

  BELIZEAN NEWSPAPER PHOTO

  The unidentified body of a man, found in river.

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  Seeking to change the subject she repositions her crossed legs, still toned and lightly muscled from her days of fitness, and she runs her hand nonchalantly over her exposed black panty hose, drawing his gaze. “So tell me where we’re going.”

  “It’s a secret. But trust me, it’s beautiful. You’re going to fall in love.”

  Her body is large and curvy, much different from the woman he remembers. She’s even more attractive than before; looking lush and soft, portraying a seductive confidence. The smile returns to her face. “I’m game to falling in love—and you?”

  “I think I already have…that’s why I spend most of my free time there.” Don’t give it all to her, he thinks, teasing and leading her on.

  They both smile as he reaches over, stroking the back of her hand with a fingernail; and a gentle game of veiled seductions slowly begin.

  “Is that why you built your company here?”

  “No. Actually it was because it’s closer to Columbia, where we get the main ingredient for our leading product.”

  Now her curiosity is definitely peaked. “What is it, cocaine?” she jest, watching his hand move to her thigh.

  “No. It’s chocolate. We use the cocoa plant in the ingredients-- so you were close.” He laughs.

  “Chocolate! Oh now I’m ready to fall in love, for sure. You know, women will do anything for chocolate,” she states, seductively looking at him from the corner of her eyes, and running a finger around the edge of her glass as she uncrosses her legs.

  “Anything?” He asks, parting her legs slightly.

  Her glass touches down lightly as she places it on the table next to her chair, and wordlessly he watches as she guides his hands over her thigh, and between her legs, where she pushes it firmly against her panty-less crotch, cupping her moist cunt. Her eyes close and she moans longingly as he massages roughly, sliding a thick finger inside. “Ooooh,” she coos, lightly, enjoying the touch of a man, and her lips turn up as he moves in closer covering her mouth with his. It’s hot and wet, and they mash together passionately, with heavy breathing being the only sounds escaping through muffled cries of ecstasy.

  Another finger joins and he pushes deeply, massaging her clit with his thumb as he probes inside. Her hips rise, pushing her pelvis into his hand and they slide from the chair and onto the plush carpet below. Like teenagers in heat they ravish each other, locking their mouths in a wet embrace, and his tongue fills her mouth, searching her thoroughly before letting go and biting her lip. A shock of electricity travels through her body with the pain, and she tugs on his hair, sending his face below.

  “You have such beautiful breasts—so white and soft,” he whispers, panting and removing his fingers from her cunt. She gasps with the loss, only to purr when he frees her breasts, squeezing them together and taking a long nipple in his mouth. Her areolas are dark—the size of a fifty cent piece and her nipples are thick, making him moan with the delight of suckling the over-sized nubs.

  Her body responds with a shiver, and she reaches down, rubbing his fully erect cock through the fabric of his trousers. This is what she’s been needing for so long, a real man who can feel her inside and make her feel like a whole woman again. Feeling his massive girth, she fingers her own clit, fanning wildly until she squirts on herself, screaming aloud.

  Slightly embarrassed at her release, she smiles.

  Watching as cum drips from her hand, he responds. “I want to taste you.”

  Her legs spread as he pushes up her dress and lowers down his face. Her musk is light and fresh—sweet to his taste, as he lathes up her slit. His cock rages between his legs—he hadn’t figured on her having a squirting pussy, and his deviance increases with every lick on the soaking cunt.

  Starting above her ass, he trails up, covering her swollen vulva with kisses before moving on to her clit. The man obviously knows his way around a woman’s vagina, she thinks, when his lips begin sucking and rolling her blood-swollen clitoris, sending a shudder through her body.

  Her body shakes lightly and he slides a digit into hole, fingering her slowly-- knowing she’s preparing to cum again. Pressing his face in hard to meet her thrusting hips, he sucks harder, sending her into orgasm and filling his mouth with her overwhelming juice. But still he goes on, allowing her body to buck and release upon his face until she is done.

  Her fingers claw at the carpet and he continues licking as they lie upon the floor of the dimly lit room.

  The jet engines whine loudly and the plane begins to descend slightly and the Captain comes over a wall mounted speaker in the room. “Mister Daniels. We’re approaching some rough weather ahead—please prepare for slight turbulence, Sir.”

  “Thank you, Rodger,” Evan responds, sitting up. “We should probably freshen up—we might be in our seats for a while.”

  “Okay,” Daphne responds, slowly climbing to her feet with Evan’s help. “I’m going to need more than a freshen-up here soon, and I have nothing with me!” A woman has got to have more than the clothes on her back or at least her makeup kit! A slight panic sets in.

  Evan knows the look on her face and he responds quickly, by ensuring that her every need will be met once they reach their destination. She settles for a quick break into the luxurious powdering room.

  Her face is flushed, and her hair a little on the messy side, but it doesn’t take a woman like Daphne very long to pull herself back together. A couple fluffs of her curls and little lipstick, and she’s ready to go. Oh, perfume, she thinks, and pulling a small vial from her handbag she sprays in the air, waving it onto her. Until I can shower – Another quick spray is launched under her dress, before leaving the room.

  “Here—you might be more comfortable in this,” he says, producing a flowery patterned pink sarong, and a pair of white sandals. “I had to guess on the shoe size, but it should be close.”

  “You’re kidding me?” Who is this guy? She smiles inside-- he’s very attentive to her needs; something she hasn’t experienced in a long time. “Thank you,” she responds in relief. “My feet are killing me, ugh.” A few light kicks and both heels fall off and she picks them up, holding them with the other gifts of comfort. “I’ll be right out.”

  Within minutes, Daphne emerges from the room, looking even more radiant than before, taking Evan’s breath away. This may be harder than I thought it would be—she looks amazing.

  Evan is a man who can have any woman he wants and he’s had quite a few. His preference leaning mostly towards the young and thin; he loves exhibiting his dominance over them and ravishing their tender bodies. But something about this curvy woman from his past: her body is seductive, intoxicating him with desire. She looks amazing with her hair pulled into a long ponytail and her luscious breasts setting high on her chest, firm and round with the nipples protruding wantonly. She is definitely All Woman. And he can’t wait to ravish her!

  “You look amazing.”

  “Thank you,” and she smiles shyly, receiving her desired result. “Shall we?” She asks, raising a hand to be led by.

  Taking it gently, Evan, replies, “Of course.” And he leads them to a lounging area with upright leather recliners equipped with the standard FCC seatbelts and such.

  The handsome couple seats themselves and Evan latches both in, tugging lightly on Daphne’s just as the turbulence begins. “Oh shit. I don’t like this.” Her hand grabs tightly onto Evan’s, who pats her lightly. “Relax and try to get some sleep. I’ll be right here.”

  He smiles down at her making her feel kept and protected, and closing her eyes she quickly falls asleep.

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  “Wake up, sleeping beauty…wake up.”

  Daphne’s big blue eyes open and she blinks with the glare of sunshine coming in through
the open window shade. “Are we here?” She asks, with a stretch and yawn.

  “Shortly. We’re preparing to land.”

  “Oh good.”

  “Did you sleep well?”

  Her gold wristwatch shows they’ve been in the air for over six hours. “Oh wow! I must have really been out.”

  “Yeah, you might have been sawing a few logs, there.”

  “I was snoring?” she asks, mortified, with hands hiding her face.

  “It was a tiny chainsaw,” he jokes.

  Peeking through her fingers, she smiles, and removes her hands. “Okay as long as it was a small one.”

  “Tiny,” he promises, showing how little it was with his thumb and forefinger.

  “So now can you tell me where we are,” she asks curiously, looking out the small window at the beautiful turquoise blue water and lush tropical jungle below. She hugs his muscular arm through his linen suit, and he reminds her of Steven, years ago.

  “We’re in Belize,” he answers. Daphne turns slowly, her face pale. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “No shit,” he speaks softly. “I had no idea—you look so different. I mean in a good way…a great way! I’m sorry for your loss,” he continues after hearing Daphne’s story. The shock of the moment was too much for her and she had broken down. With Evan distraught, she was forced to tell him her story, to keep him from thinking she was having a mental breakdown or something.

  “I’m sorry. I should have told you who I was before. I was going to, but it’s just so much drama, I didn’t want to ruin the moment…because I really like you.” She sniffles, and Evan’s heart is pounding. Than why didn’t you stop to help me? He sees Daphne’s face sitting in the passenger seat of her father’s truck as his car spun over the cliff.

  “I really like you too,” he responds, wiping her face. “Back then, and even more now, Sweetheart,” he assures, by lifting her chin and kissing her lightly upon her soft red lips, tasting the salt of her tears—they mingle with those inside of his hurting soul.

  “I know this is crazy, but I have an idea that I think could help you out.”

  “Unless it’s a multi-million dollar idea, don’t bother. And please, you don’t owe me anything—except a few days in paradise, as promised.” Her smile is brave. “And I’m voting for clothing optional, not knowing who wore this before me.”

  “No one before you, and, no one after. I promise,” he offers with a serious tone in his voice, reassuring and making her believe him. “But I’ll vote with you.”

  “Good. Then what’s your idea?” She smiles, feeling victorious.

  Evan explains that today he will be meeting with a group of investors to go over the marketing strategy of his company’s new product ‘ChocoLean’. They have decided to seek celebrity endorsement by choosing an overweight, yet famous person, to use their product and document their weight loss through a strict diet of ChocoLean and exercise.

  “My idea is to make you the celebrity endorser.”

  “Me?”

  “Who better, than the Queen of fitness herself…or sorry to say it, but, the ex- Queen of Fitness. It could be your way out. You would be paid handsomely, and you could stay at the resort.”

  “Resort?”

  “My resort, here in Belize. It’s a country club, golf course and spa. My private residence is located there.”

  “Wow, I don’t know. That’s a lot to think about. Shit, I did my first workout in years just this morning, and my ass is already killing me.

  Not like it’s going to be. Evan thinks, as he waits while she ponders the question.

  Daphne knows it’s a good choice—especially, if it works, which she doubts. If anything, it will be because of her hard work, not some miracle chocolate drug. But for this beautiful man, she’s willing to do— Anything for Chocolate. “Okay, I’m in.”

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  “I never imagined it would be so colorful,” Daphne states, in awe of the thousands of wonderful-looking flowers growing wildly in the jungle lining the road to the private villa. A tall wall covered in tropical vegetation circles the compound and a wrought iron gates blocks the entrance to the immense Mediterranean-style home sitting atop a rock outcropping overlooking the sea. An undisturbed jungle surrounds the whole area, with and an acre of manicured lawn and gardens circling the compound.

  Evan opens the gate from the inside of the SUV that shuttled them another hour’s ride away from the airport and deep into this tropical abyss. The gate closes behind, locking them in, and they travel up a crushed rock driveway drive-way leading to the house. A stream runs across the yard, traveling to the cliff, where it cascades over the edge and into the sea.

  “This is where you’ll be staying for the next month. You’ll be alone most of time, minus the housing staff, but they stay pretty busy-- so it’s really just you.”

  Her face saddens as she wraps her arm tighter around his. “What about you?”

  “I can stay for a few days initially and make sure you’re comfortable. Then I’ll check in every few days or so. Trust me—there’s a lot to do around here. Swimming, hiking, biking, kayaking, sun tanning… its paradise-- you won’t get bored. Oh, there is one catch, though.”

  “Of course there is—what?”

  “No contact with the outside world for 30 days.”

  “What?”

  “That’s right. No internet and no phones. There’s a phone on the premises—to be use in case of emergency only. Sweetheart, for the price you’re being paid, I think you can last 30 days.”

  Looking around, she lets out a relaxing breath. “Yeah, I think I can do that.” This is nothing short of paradise and the way she’s been living lately she’s now thankful for the opportunity provided by the handsome billionaire stranger who has recently graced her life. “Where’s the gym?”

  “Inside. Come on, I’ll show you to your room, also.”

  A half an hour later they end the tour inside of a small gym. A wall of glass compliments the far side of the room, where it opens to a view of ocean below. “Will this do?” Evan asks, already knowing that anyone with her knowledge would find the expensive, new state-of-the-art fitness equipment more than adequate. Another corner of the room has a small kitchenette area stocked with what appears to be several jugs of protein powder with the word ChocoLean as the label. Several ChocoLean bars and drinks sit on the counter mixed among the other stuff, giving the area the look of a display stand. And that must be the miracle drug. She’s watched people spend thousands of dollars on every new gimmick that came down the pike. But she knows it all comes down to a strict diet and good exercise.

  “Are you ready to try it?”

  “Absolutely,” she answers with a nervous anticipation.

  Breaking open a bar, Evan hands her large square that she smells before taking a nibble. She chews, savoring the taste, and he watches as her brows lift in surprise. “That’s awesome!” she covers her mouth as she continues on. “Are you sure this isn’t regular chocolate?”

  “No Honey, that’s ChocoLean,” he answers, with his smile showing pride in the invention.

  “Wow, that’s good,” she exclaims, truthfully enjoying the creamy smooth chocolaty treat. I’ll definitely be throwing these away—anything that tastes this good can’t be good for you. Looks like I’m going to have to work double time to get the results he needs.

  In the past if a company had paid her to endorse their product and it didn’t work, they were shit out of luck. ‘Sorry, it didn’t work. Where’s my money?’ she told them. But she really likes this guy and she wants it to work for him. So she’s willing to put in the extra effort. Anyway it’s not about the gimmick shit—it’s about the hard exercise.

  “Great, I’m glad you like it. Let’s go relax by the water before I leave for the meeting. I’ll explain how everything is going to work.

  Evan takes Daphne through the maze of a house, exiting onto the back patio. “Evan
! Oh my, this is too much!” A lava rock waterfall tumbles into a large pool that sits with an open view of the sea. “I know where I’ll be spending most of my time—in the gym, of course,” she adds, with a reassuring smile.

  After taking a seat and having breakfast served to them, Evan explains the program to Daphne.

  “This is how it’s going to work—As far as the villa goes, it’s yours: full use of everything on the grounds, including a full wait and cook staff.”

  “Are they nutritional food savvy?”

  “They don’t need to be, you can eat and drink whatever you want.” He smiles, waiting for her response.

  “I can what?” This is definitely no diet she’s ever heard of before. “Did I hear you right? I can eat and drink whatever I want.”

  “That’s right. Pizza, beer, ice cream, booze.”

  “Booze? You must be pretty confident. I’ll do you guys a favor and not drink.”

  “No-no, please do. We want to show that our product not only allows you to indulge in your regular lifestyle— we want people to over-indulge. That’s why we’re calling it the ChocoLean Decadence Diet.”

  “And you really think this is going to work?”

  “I know it will,” he states, matter of fact. “As long as you eat your six servings, of ChocoLean per day.”

  “Huh, a wine and chocolate diet…I think I can do that. And I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting other celebrity endorsers. Have you called Kirsty Alley yet?” she jokes.

  “No, but great idea!”

  “Workout, eat and drink what I want, and eat six servings of Chocolate a day? That’s it?”

  “Six servings of ChocoLean a day.” He smiles and reaching into the breast pocket of his linen suit, he pulls out a bar; opening it and holding it over her mouth to bite. “Three bars a day, Sweetheart.”

  “Along with the chocolate—Ah, ChocoLean?”