Naked Truth - Part 5

Janine studied the man across the restaurant table. Hard to picture him sliding a ring onto her finger when his own story kept shifting. He said hedge funds. The number kept changing. Another night he was private equity. She never caught him in a direct lie, yet every detail felt padded, stretched thin like expensive linen over cardboard. Tonight he claimed family money from Geneva. She made a note in her phone while he visited the restroom. Alexis and Lena already ran three background checks. The men on the birth certificate never matched his face. Still, the sex kept her coming back. He knew how to pin her wrists without bruising and how to stop right before she begged. Maybe tonight she would finally ask him to stay until morning. Ask him who he really was while he was still inside her. They kissed in the elevator up to his apartment. He tasted expensive. The hallway mirror showed her lipstick already wrecked. His key slid home on the second try, fingers just slightly off from another drink. The door closed behind them and clothes hit the floor without ceremony. She climbed him, legs around his waist, felt him set her on the console table hard enough to rattle the keys. He licked up her cunt like he was counting seconds, then flipped her onto her stomach and fucked her with quick, quiet strokes that never let her finish. Frustrating and perfect at once. Later, naked on his bed, she traced the faint scar under his left rib. When he woke she would have her phone ready. She would ask him what a born-and-raised Canadian was doing with a Swiss passport. And if he hesitated, she and the girls already had the next story ready to spring.