Revenge Behind The Mask

COURTNEY'S POV.

What was our plan? Ha… our plan was a dangerous one.

And it started with seducing Kent.

Crazy, right?

But I'd do anything to see him beg on his knees. I had only one chance to drag Kent down. He'd sold all my house, all my cars, without me even knowing. He'd robbed me of everything completely.

My chance wouldn't be wasted.

There was the Grand Meet, which was approaching fast.

The Grand Meet was for businessmen across the spill of the country. It was a time when each businessman showcased, and boasted of everything they had. It was also a time for everyone to make more connections, and define the hierarchies.

Kent had decided to donate on that day, a hundred million dollars…

Money that was never his from the start. The hard-earned money from the sweat and blood my parents had spilled to raise fortunes for me.

“Ah, welcome, Mrs. Jones. It's a pleasure to be doing business personally with you.” He said, finally tearing his eyes off my cleavages.

Disgusting. God help me I don't bat his face with something strong before the day ends.

“It’s a pleasure to do business with you too. My husband insisted that I come personally since you're way too important for a secretary to handle.” I said, making my voice more relaxed, letting the tones flow out gently like honey poured onto a pie.

My natural voice wasn't as smooth as that. It was always excited when I was with Kent, and a little bit higher, so I wasn't surprised when he laughed, completely unable to notice any similarities.

“Would you like some tea? Wine?” He asked, and I took a deep breath.

David taught me this. I can do it.

***

It was the day before, and he'd sat me down in the garden, looking into my eyes.

“The rage will be there. The disappointment, the annoyance, but you must look at him like this.” Then his green eyes had carried a softness that had been nothing but mesmerizing, “You let him know you're thinking something in your head, and that you find him a little attractive.”

“That's going to be hard when I want to pummel him, and dip him in hot, burning oil, then chop him in…”

He suddenly tucked my hair behind my ear, shutting me up with that simple gesture.

“Gentle touches on his arm, shoulders, but no form of communication for the flirting. Slowly, till you can break whatever barriers he has put there. We're going to con the con-artist.” He told me softly, and for a while, I got lost in his eyes.

***

Okay! Let's stop there for now. Why am I thinking about David's eyes?

“Wine?” Kent inquired, raising the glass, and I realized I'd been staring into space.

I gave him a pleasant smile that took stepping on thorns to generate.

“Sure. So what do you have in mind for Project 312?” I asked in my honeyed voice, staring into his annoying face, as he poured wine into a glass.

He began, pulling out files, and I did my best to clench my fists, and give smiles, even though questions were already popping in my mind to ask him.

All the time we were together, did you really feel no guilt? Did you have this thought from the start, or it suddenly occured to you that you could use me?

All through the meeting, Kent kept sneaking peeks at my cleavages, getting distracted, and stumbling on his own words, and I kept on being David's doll, smiling the way he'd told me to, and touching him when necessary.

Finally, the day ended, and I was about to walk out the door when Lacey came in.

“Uh…” she began…

“Good evening.” I greeted, and Kent shot to his feet.

“Mrs. Jones. Say that again.” He said, and I turned around, looking at him.

Oops. I'd let my real voice slip out.