Imposter

“I HAVE made a decision,” Casey announced as she plopped down on a swivel chair in front of her colleagues. Based on their expressions, it seemed that they were all waiting for her to decide the topic they were about to release. “What’s with that expression?”

“We’re bothered by the decision you have made,” Sara, the junior editor, answered. “We’ve been talking about it since early this morning.”

“And, why?” Casey asked with a laugh. “Don’t tell me that you’re all worried about my job? Because if you do, I’m not buying it.”

Sara laughed. “You’re really fearless, huh?” She looked at their chief. “What do you think, chief?”

The forty-seven-year-old chief editor drew his brows together. “Why are you so eager to write an article about the winery in Ilocos?” Chief Miguel asked Casey with a knotted forehead. “That company has maintained their excellent reputation since they started in winery industry up to now.”

Casey crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned to face their floor-to-ceiling glass window in the office. “I know, chief. The Montefort Winery is also admired by the public with their consistent charity work for the preservation of the forest.”

“That’s right,” Chief Miguel agreed. “So what makes them the target of your Scandalous Category in Speedy online news?”

“I’m just interested in their history and, of course, the people behind the winery’s success,” she replied casually. “The perfection of their performance got me curious.” She turned around and faced her chief. “Every successful company has a dark and nasty past before they reached success. We all know that, right?”

Casey Almario was one of the elite content writers of Speedy Online News. She started working at the News Company when she got fired from her previous work four years ago. Because of that misfortune, Casey decided to change her career and entered online news writing that focused on scandalous stories of well-known artists, businessmen, politicians, and other famous personalities.

Casey maintained her low profile on Scandal News. Her network, the Speedy News that only streams online, supported her privacy choice and hid her identity from the first day she was hired. Her chief editor understood that her news categories were always sensitive that it might cost her life if her identity was exposed to those targets.

“Are you sure about your plan, Casey?” Art asked. He’s her editor, and by the look that he’s giving her, Casey was sure that he doubts her choice of prospect again. “I heard the CEO’s wife of Montefort Corp is a—”

“Monster,” she said and smirked. “That’s kind of intriguing, right? I believed that behind a successful man is a supportive wife, so how could a business tycoon like the CEO reached success with the kind of wife he has?”

“Wait for a second, Casey.” Miguel stood and propped his hand on his waist. His forehead was knotted, and Casey felt like she was not going to like what he was about to say. “Are you saying that you’re going to target the wife of the CEO? I thought it’s the CEO that you wanted to expose?”

“I wanted to expose their life behind the multiple charities that they’re using as a front,” Casey said. “I know there’s something in them that the public doesn’t know. Especially about the wife.” She took the printouts from her desk. “Well, I can also peek at the CEO’s secrets.”

“If he has some,” Art commented skeptically. “Their public image is shining like a diamond. And, here you are, planning to put a scratch on it. Tell me, do you have a grudge in that family?”

Casey laughed. “Art, I’m on scandal news. What do you expect me to look for? Inspiring stories?” she scoffed. “My job description is to expose scandals and flaws of bigger personalities. This is what I’m paid for—”

“But why Montefort?” Miguel asked, still not convinced.

Sara, one of the junior editors, cleared her throat and raised her hand. “Ahm, chief, my friend’s father is a former sommelier in one of their bars here in Manila, and she told me that her father was fired from his job for no reason. Her father worked for them for fifteen years.”

“Do you consider that a scoop?” Chief Miguel asked sarcastically. “If I knew that you have low critical thinking, I wouldn’t hire you.”

Art snorted. “You hired her because you thought that she could be the face of our network,” he said, then winked at Sara, who just blushed. “Sara, does your friend know that you work in Speedy? And, that we’re paying dollars for civilian scoopers?”

Sara hesitated to answer. “Ah, I told her—”

“That’s it!” Chief Miguel blurted. “Your friend is just making up stories for money.” He shook his head. “And, how many times do I have to tell you that disclosing information about our network is strictly prohibited? Did you even read the contract before you sign it? I bet you didn’t see the confidentiality clause 4.5?”

“Chief, calm down…” Casey tapped the chief’s shoulders. “Sara’s just trying to help, and besides, what she said is true. The Montefort Winery has started the forced retirement for their old employees—which is unusual for a company that promotes equality, right?”

“And, Chief, I didn’t tell my friend that I work here. I just told her that I read in one of our posts that we’re looking for civilian scoopers—”

“We didn’t post such a job hunt!” Chief Miguel shouted. “Looking for civilian scooper is like looking for resident gossiper. And, their information is as good as trash. They’re the ones that you often see grouping in the streets and talking about other people’s lives instead of cleaning their houses!”

Casey tried to control her laughter, but she failed. Art also burst out laughing. “Chief, it looks like you’ve been a victim of those gossipers once in your life.”

Chief Miguel shrugged off her hand on his shoulder. “I’m still their favorite subject,” he said with gritted teeth. “They’re good at making implausible stories. They should replace your position.”

“Hey, my contents are all plausible,” Casey defended. “That’s why I wanted to write a series for that winery.”

Art’s thick brows furrowed. “How are you going to do that? They’re untouchable.”

Casey smiled wickedly. She went behind her desk and took a piece of paper inside her drawer. “I’ll follow the family’s luxurious getaway,” she said and dropped a plane ticket going to the Maldives. “I’m sure they’re up to something. They don’t have branches in the Maldives—”

“Maybe it’s just a business meeting, and they’re planning to launch their first-ever branch in the Maldives?” Chief Miguel countered.

Casey shook her head. “I doubt it. They’re with their daughter—”

“Then, maybe it’s just a family vacation,” Art said with a raised eyebrow. “Did we hire you for that low critical thinking?”

Casey glared at him. “Their trip to a country surrounded by oceans is fishy,” she said and looked closely at the ticket. “The CEO is afraid of the ocean.”

***

“SUMMER vacation in the Maldives?” Alexander repeated in furrowed brows. “Amara, are you sure about your plan? I don’t want to go to that country!”

Amara laughed. “Why? Because you’re afraid in a large body of water?” she smirked. “Your daughter and I wanted to have fun, Alexander. Are you saying that we should stop our happiness just because of your absurd phobia?”

Alexander doesn’t like the sarcastic tone of his wife, but he has to control himself. He doesn’t want their daughter to witness their argument. He sighed and looked at his five-year-old daughter. “Billie, do you really wanted to have a vacation in the Maldives?”

Billie smiled broadly. “I wanted to see colorful fishes!” she said and jumped happily. “But…” She hesitantly looked at her mother. Her lips pressed together as if she wanted to say something. “Nothing, daddy.”

“Come on, baby,” Alexander carried his daughter in his arms. “What do you want to tell your daddy?”

“You heard her. She said she wanted to go to the Maldives,” Amara answered. She was busy brushing her hair in front of her vanity mirror. “You know, Alexander, you don’t have to come with us. I can travel with Billie and some of our guards.” She looked at him over her shoulders. “It’s more fun if you’ll send three or more guards to secure us.”

Alexander clenched his jaw. He knew what Amara was trying to say. He lowered his daughter and told her to go to her room and choose which clothes she wanted to bring on their vacation. As soon as the door close, Alexander confronted his wife.

“Don’t you dare to make your stupid comments in front of my daughter,” he said and clenched his jaw in anger. “I’m warning you, Amara, not in front of my daughter.”

Amara met his glare in the mirror. “Why?” she smiled wickedly. “What are you going to do to me, Alexander?”

“I will kill you,” he said with gritted teeth.

Amara rosefrom her seat in a sensual way that emphasized her rounded hips. She sauntered towards him as she slowly pulled the laces on her robe. Before she reached him, she was completely naked.

“Kill me with what?” she asked and traced her lips with her tongue. Her fingers stroked her throat down to her clavicle. “In what way you wanted me to be killed, Alexander?”

“Stop it, Amara,” he growled. “Do you think you still have an effect on me?”

Amara smirked but didn’t speak. She ran her fingers to her large breasts and encircled her fingers on her nipples. “Oh…” she moaned and shut her eyes. “Touch me, honey…”

Alexander swallowed hard. He watched Amara pleasure herself in front of him. “You’re good at nasty things,” he said and stepped back. “But, I won’t bite on your traps.”

Amara opened her eyes. Her cloudy gaze was like sending flames to his body. Her hand went between her legs while the other kept on groping her breasts. “Hmm…” She bit her lower lip and spread her legs widely. “Oh, fuck, honey…” She fondled her clit and rubbed it vigorously in front of him. “Hmm…” Her fingers parted her folds and showed him her pinkish mound shamelessly. “Don’t you want to fill this space in me, Alexander?”

Alexander’s gaze darkened as he focused on what his wife is doing on her private part. “I can’t believe you, Amara…” he said in a clenched jaw. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

 Amara smiled sweetly. Why would I be ashamed in front of my husband?” she asked and moaned loudly while rubbing her clit. “Come on, touch me…” She inserted her two fingers inside her dripping mound and screamed in pleasure. When she withdrew it, she showed him her cream-coated fingers. “You have this effect on me, Alexander.”

A low growl escaped Alexander’s throat. “You may give me arousal, but all my love for you is long gone, Amara,” he said and pushed her to the bed. The woman fell on the mattress with her legs spread in front of him. “Turn around. I don’t want to see your face while I fuck you.”

Amara giggled as she positioned herself in all fours. Her hips wobbled like a bitch and exposed her wet core. “You don’t want to see my face as you gave me the best fuck of my life?”

Alexander unbuckled his pants and let his hard cock free from his crotch. It grew harder when his whore wife wiggled her big butt and pushed towards his cock. “Even I gave you all my best, you wouldn’t be satisfied,” he said in a clenched jaw. “I’m not enough for you, Amara. That’s why you kept on making your immoral habits, right?”

“I’m glad you know that, honey,” she replied blatantly. “If you would just give what I wanted, I—oh!” She whimpered and clutched on the bedsheet when he shoved his cock inside her forcefully. “Oh, fuck!”

“This is what you want, right?” Alexander asked his wife between his teeth. “You wanted to be fucked rudely.” He grabbed on her waist tightly and banged his hips on her butt forcefully. He doesn’t care if the room got filled with her loud yelps. “This is the kind of sex that a whore like you always wanted.”

“Fuck you, A-Alexander!” Amara tried to look at him over her shoulders, but Alexander grabbed her hair. “Oh, shit…” She screamed in pleasure. “Fuck me, oh! Harder!”

Alexander clenched his jaw as his eyes scrutinized her perfect body. Amara is one hell of a sexy beast with her beautiful and luscious body curves. She has a sex goddess body that every man drooled over: big tits, tiny waist, big hips and butt, and a deceiving face of an angel. Using all those aspects, Alexander was captured without knowing that she will not bring him to paradise but rather to hell.

Alexander thought Amara was the most perfect wife that he could ever want. She was a loving woman in the first year of their marriage, but everything changed like a nightmare when she got pregnant. Amara’s true colors unfolded in front of his eyes like lightning in the storm. It was late when Alexander realized that he married a monster.

If not because of their daughter, Alexander would have divorced her and gotten rid of her. Only Billie bounded them together. She’s the only reason why Alexander is accepting all Amara’s sins to him. But everything has its ending. And Alexander is just waiting for the right moment to do it.

“Harder!” Amara shouted at him angrily. “Is this all you can do?” she taunted insultingly. “I’d rather fuck with one of our guards. I’m sure they knew how to satisfy me—”

Alexander pushed her on the bed, flipped her, and grabbed her feet. He spread her legs and draped them on his shoulders. “You’re such a whore, Amara.”

“I am, honey,” she smirked. “I thought you have learned to live with that—” She groaned as he pushed his thick cock on her wet mound. “I like it when you take me with force…” She licked her lips. “I’m so tired of your lousiness—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Alexander shouted and grabbed her neck. His grip on her throat tightened, but Amara still has the audacity to smile wickedly. “Shut your mouth—”

Amara laughed at him mockingly. “I love it,” she said and stroked his hand on her neck. “Choke me, baby.”

“Fuck you…” He muttered, not breaking his glare on her. “I’m so sorry for Billie because you are her mother.”

Amara didn’t speak. She just looked at him with her pair of dark marble eyes. Those eyes were once looking at him lovingly. But, now, what he saw was just lust and sins. Alexander withdrew his cock, but she grabbed his waist just before his tip went out.

“Let me finish, bastard,” she said, panting.

Alexander smirked. “Deal with it. I’m tired of you,” he spat the words to her as he zipped his fly. “Fuck the chair until you reach your climax.”

***