Wicked Wives - Anna-Lou Weatherley

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I’ve had to put my dreams of becoming a professional ballerina on hold for a while. Just until I make enough money to put myself through dance school and make ends meet, you know how it is?’ she’d casually explained, realising that he probably didn’t have the first idea. ‘Now that Tom’s no longer on the scene, I’ve got to look after myself, hence the reason I’m here,’ she’d looked around the low-lit club filled with drunken leering men with a resigned sigh.

      ‘Tom?’ he had quizzed her.

      Even now Vinnie could recall the pause she had given, that she had looked down at her cheap stiletto-clad feet as if she hadn’t quite known how best to answer the question.

      ‘… Tom’s my … step-brother.’

      Vinnie had left the Venus Club that night on a high of the like he’d never experienced before. On the surface he was incredibly modest, unassuming even, but it belied the sharp business mind and hard-nosed determination that lay at his very core. He was certainly no pushover, as some had learnt to their detriment, and he wasn’t the type to lose his heart without careful consideration, especially to a young stripper from the wrong side of the tracks. And yet on the night of July 18th, almost twenty-one years ago to the day; call it fate, destiny, or whatever you liked, he had made the decision that he could not leave Las Vegas without her …

      *

      ‘Oh Vin,’ Ellie looked across the table at her husband with a deep fondness. He was older now, in his mid-fifties, his salt and pepper hair now more salt than pepper, and the faint lines around his eyes had turned into deep creases; years of laughter etched on his face like a timeline. She knew how lucky she was; Vinnie had taught her everything she knew. They had never had a cross word their entire marriage, and yet deep down Ellie had an instinctive fearfulness of her husband. There was another side to his gentle, caring nature, one that he kept hidden from her at all costs, but that she knew existed all the same. Vinnie had given her wealth and status of the like she had only ever been able to imagine; the chance to be somebody and make something of herself. She felt forever indebted to him because of it, and yet she had come so close to nearly losing it all …

      It had been a mutual decision not to reveal to anyone the truth about Ellie’s former occupation. Not that Vinnie was ashamed; quite the opposite in fact, he had been proud of the way his young girlfriend had dealt with the hand she’d been given in life, but he was nobody’s fool; he had known how it would look. Beautiful young stripper meets older, billionaire businessman. By burying Ellie’s past, Vinnie had only ever wanted to protect her. After all, when they had married in a lavish ceremony in the lush grounds of his family’s Wiltshire estate some thirteen months later, people had whispered about the union between him and his lowly, if beautiful, secretary. Ha! If only they had known the real truth!

      ‘Ta-da!’ Vinnie dropped his hands from her eyes and stood back to survey her reaction.

      It was dark now and the narrow cobbled Soho street was lit only by the rich amber glow of a singular streetlamp. Ellie blinked up at the dark, boarded-up building in front of her that she assumed was some kind of disused warehouse and wondered what exactly it was she should be looking at. ‘Number twelve Starling Street, W1; your new dance school …’ he announced with a theatrical wave.

      Instinctively Ellie put a manicured hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.

      ‘Now, before you say anything I want you to listen. You have to understand that a man of my, how shall I say, standing in the property business, gets to hear things on the grapevine …’

      Ellie’s heart thumped against her ribcage.

      ‘So you already know about me losing the venue then?’ she had looked at him with a mix of indignant relief, ‘about those bastards gazumping me at the last moment?’

      He put a finger to her lips to prevent her from continuing and felt the softness of them against his skin. ‘Ah, now none of that matters now,’ he reassured her, ‘what does matter is that we find you another venue, a better one; this one.’ He pulled her close to him and felt the warmth of her skin against his own.

      ‘We’re going to bid for it at auction next week, and we’re going to win it. So tell me, Mrs Scott, what do you think?’

      Ellie kissed him then, small scattergun kisses over his clean-shaven face and then deeply, her tongue exploring his.

      ‘I think, Vinnie Scott,’ she breathed, ‘that you are the most wonderful husband in the world.’

      CHAPTER 9

      As much as she didn’t care to admit it, Allegra was feeling out of her depth. The pool party resembled a scene from a bad porn movie. There were naked girls everywhere; tanned bodies draped like mercury over blue and white striped sunbeds and couples openly having sex in the pool and on the terracotta patio outside. To her left she noticed a tall, naked brunette with shiny fake tits and tattoos willingly administering a blow job to some greasy-looking long-haired guy as another guy pumped away at her from behind, grinning manically as he frenziedly grabbed at her breasts for purchase. Allegra turned away in disgust, glancing over at a group of people brazenly snorting cocaine from a glass coffee table, dancing to the deafening sound of David Guetta like demented maniacs as they swigged from champagne bottles.

      She nervously scanned the room for Tess. That shady Marco character had sequestered her off somewhere inside the sprawling hilltop villa, leaving Allegra to her own devices.

      ‘Hey hunny, wanna hit?’ a sinewy-looking black girl with the longest weave she’d ever seen held out a joint as she shimmied over. She was naked, save for a tiny fluorescent pink Pucci G-string that barely covered what little modesty she had left, and a pair of transparent, ridiculously high platform sandals, the like of which you could only buy in sex shops.

      Allegra shook her head nervously. ‘Suit yourself,’ the girl had shrugged, kissing her teeth as she sauntered off towards some guy, collapsing on top of him, brazenly sliding her hand inside his boxer shorts and getting to work.

      Allegra self-consciously pulled at her tiny designer denim mini skirt and wished she had worn her maxi dress instead. This was a bona fide fucking sex and drugs orgy; a world away from the occasional flash of G-string she’d indulged in after one too many cocktails at Funky Buddha on a Friday night back home – and it was scaring the shit out of her. She anxiously checked her iPhone. She would kill Tess for abandoning her like this. So much for fucking friendship. She’d been on her own for the past hour and a half, nervously fending off the unwanted attention of various freaks. Bloody Tess Scott … why did she always have to play the wild card?

      As she made her way up the stone steps, discarding her cumbersome pair of patent Louboutins in haste, Allegra fought back the urge to burst into tears. In a moment of rare clarity she suddenly felt exactly what she was; a little girl playing at being a grown up and she wanted her daddy.

      ‘I’m looking for a girl …’ she stammered in a small, nervous voice to a guy who was propped up against the wall in the hallway, audibly dragging on a suspicious-looking cigarette, ‘long, dark blonde hair … white hot pants … Gucci bikini …?’

      The pockmark-faced guy grinned, a horrible self-satisfied smirk that only served to accelerate Allegra’s rapidly burgeoning sense of unease. He thumbed the door behind him.

      Shaking as she pushed past him, Allegra opened the door to the bedroom and instinctively put both hands up to her mouth to stifle a shocked scream. It was dark inside, the unremarkable room lit only by a small undetectable light source but it was enough to see that Tess, who was sprawled out across the bed, was completely naked save for a bottle of tequila in her hand, which she was proudly holding up like an Olympic torch. There was a guy on top of her, also naked, while another was knelt behind her, his erect cock visible as she giggled with delight, tequila spilling from her glossy lips. There was a third guy too, Allegra recognised him as Marco from the club, who appeared to be filming it all. He was shouting out words of encouragement, ‘yeah baby, you look so hot baby, ooh yeah, show us what you got …’

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