Fifty Shades of Lies

He must have thought I was the most clumsily woman in the world, or a rag-doll without bones, unable to stand upright.

“Oh yes… I think I am a bit hungry.” I flushed, crimson.

“Yes, that reminds me… you must eat… one apple a day.”

“One apple a day,” I regarded.

“This will help you gain some weight… you’re such a scrawny thing, you are nothing but bones.” His eyes probed me up and down. Well, that comment sure blew my rag-doll theory. Nothing, but Bones, huh?

“Okay I will do that.” I promised him, as I gathered my Chanel from the red leather couch.

He led me to the door, opened it and snapped his fingers at a new blond girl that was sitting behind the desk. “Get Miss Bleu-Rae an apple before she leaves here… one of the red delicious ones.”

“Oh that’s okay” I politely refused. “I am swinging by the market—I’ll pick some up there.”

“I insist. And, you promised remember?” He stammered, his lips went to a tight line, seemly disappointed in me. Then he smiled brightly “An apple a day keeps the devil away.”

“You mean the doctor,” I corrected him, flashing a sideways smile.

“Same thing,” he retorted, the corners of his mouth curled downward slightly.

I thank him, again before exiting. He watched me from his office doorway as I padded proudly towards the elevator.

“See you later babes,” he called out to me.

I thought about blowing him a kiss, like the previously interviewee had, instead I pivoted on my heels and smiled at him broadly—when turning back around I lost my footing and stumbled into the elevator. I nearly fell again. Damn, I was a wreck in this man’s presences.

As I rode down in the elevator I took a big bite from the shiny, and reddest apple I had ever seen. It tasted sweeter than candy. Suddenly I felt invigorated. My pulse heightened. I felt hornier too than I had been in months. An image of Mr. Maximillion appeared on the stainless Steele wall of the elevator. “Remember lie… lie every day to anyone and everyone.” I felt a warm heady rush of energy radiate from my head to my toes. What should I lie about I thought? The elevator skipped slightly, jolting me back to reality.

* * *

When I arrived home, Bleu-Rae was stretched out on the sofa, white tissues were littered everywhere. The television was blaring. How in the hell can she sleep with all this noise? I thought. On the television a rerun of Pretty Woman loudly played; poor Rae she wanted a millionaire hubby so badly. She was buried beneath two or three blankets. I tiptoed quietly past her, trying not to disturb her from her sleep. I swooped up the remote and lowered the volume when Julia Roberts sang in the bath, if you could call it singing that is.

“Hey,” I heard a scratchy muffled whisper coming from beneath the heap of blankets. “So how did it go?” Bleu-Rae big blue eyes peered over the black shawl.

“Not so well… I failed miserably,” I lied. I am getting those damn lip injections.

“What the fuck. How could you have screwed this up… I had all the answers typed out for you?” She squealed with great disappointed.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, he asked me for my driver’s license and without thinking I gave it to him… so right off the bat, he found out I was not you—the worst news is he wants me, not you—to do the show.” I blurted out, apologizing secretly to myself for lying to my twin sister.

“What the hell? He knows? I could swear you are a blond beneath that mass of red hair….” Bleu-Rae’s voice shrilled like a witch.

“He was so pissed that we tried to pull such an outlandish stunt.” I lied again. “He said if I didn’t do the show he would sue us both.” I lied even more, allowing fake tears to crest on the edge of my lids. Dang, I was getting good at this lying stint.

“Fuck, fuck, and triple fuck.” She screamed then pulled the blanket over her head. “Now, I have to settle for the fucking Bachelorette show’s offer.” She mumbled beneath the layers of blankets, “I knew you didn’t want this for me.”

“Yes, I did…” I spoke the truth. At one time I did want this for Bleu-Rae. Did that is. Now, I wanted it for myself… well, not so much the show, but I wanted the lip injections—quite frankly besides the injections, I also wanted to see the most gorgeous man in the world again too. I felt terrible for lying to my twin sister. But, doing the show was my only platform to get closer to Steele Maximillion. I had to lie. What a lying machine I had turned into.

“I am so sorry Bleu-Rae… I did this for us…” I exclaimed, as the tears poured from my eyes. This was half the truth that time.

“So you’re going to do the show?” Bleu-Rae barked. “I can’t believe this.”

“Well, not if you don’t want me to.” I lied, and whimpered convincingly with a degree of guilt. “It’s just… well… should we risk getting sued?” I cringed.

“No.” She pouted. “You deserve to do the show… I mean Steele Maximillion picked you, so why not… maybe afterwards you can introduce me to some of the runner-ups. I mean if they like you—then shit they will love me.” She boasted. “No offensive, but I was the type they were initially looking for, at least on paper.”

“Yeah, none-taken.” I lied. “But, the last time I looked we were identical twins.” Why did she always have to put herself above me?

“Well, true. I only wish you good luck with that shows owner Mr. Maximillion, I heard he’s the devil himself.”

“What?” I flashed her an evil look. “Then why did you subjected me to this in the first place?” I asked demandingly.

“Oh Grey-Ana… why you getting so hot around the collar? I am just kidding. This is what other men say that about him. I imagine because they’re jealous. The truth is—okay rumor has it he’s a super nice guy, he is out of this world gorgeous, and I heard he is a very generous employer and has a huge bank roll to—” she lowered her voice as if someone was listening in and whispered—“he has something else that is equal in size to his bank roll—” Rae stopped talking about him dead in her tracks. “I am going to bed. This is dumb. You got the show. So rejoice.”

“What?” I screamed vehemently, as my anger reverberating through my bones. Bleu-Rae pretended to be fast asleep. “Wake up you sick twat.”

“What is your problem now… you got the show, so leave me alone. I am as sick as a mental patient right now, and will not be held responsible for what I might do to you if you don’t leave me alone.” She threw one of the pillows across the room at me.

“Bleu-Rae Dee.” I yelled loudly. She knew when I used her full name I was pissed.

“Okay, rumor has it that this man, this fucking gorgeous man, with loads of money—” she taunted me.

I sighed and jumped on her stomach and began tickling her unmercifully. “Tell me.” I giggled.

“Get off—oh my god—” she squeaked, gasping for breath and laughing. “I am going to pee my pants. Stop. Please, I am begging—”

“Now, tell me,” I pinned her down with my knees, her arms wailed, trying to get loose from my death grip. I pulled back for a second, “One, two, three, four—tell me or when I get to ten it’s all over.” I sneered.

Bleu-Rae stared up at me, gasping for air and giggling. “Okay, okay. He has the biggest dick on this side of the earth.” Her laughter spiked. “I actually thought about seducing him instead of doing the interview—fuck the show,” she giggled, jutting her hips upward and flipped me off her lap in one swift movement. I tumbled to the ground.

This was not good. Bleu-Rae knew how to seduce a man. For a moment, I sank into myself then sprang to my feet, hovering over her with my hands on my hips. There was no way I was going to let Rae get her claws into this man.

“Hum, well—that’s hilarious because the receptionist told me any rumors I had heard about Mr. Maximillion are definitely not true.” I lied, trying to control my heart that pounded fiercely. I knew the rumor had to be true… I saw the curvature of his mammoth package with my own eyes.

“If I didn’t know any better I would swear you are lying.”