Dead Sugar Daddies Don't Lie

By Barbara Griffin Villemez

Alison Andrews is beautiful and broke. She tries the internet dating scene and connects to Roberto Rubio, a rich Cuban living in Miami. He falls hard and invites Alison to live with him with the provision that if they click, he'll make it permanent. She sells her condo in Dallas and moves to Miami to his huge mansion in Bal Harbour. She feels that she's finally made it, until she comes home from shopping and finds him dead with a bullet hole in his forehead. Alison discovers from the police that Rubio was involved with the Cuban Mafia, known as The Corporation. The FBI had recruited him to gather evidence. He was killed before he could hand over the evidence. Now Esposito, the head of the organization wants Alison dead. She doesn't understand what is happening, but when an attorney gives her a letter from Roberto, she come to certain realizations. One of them is that she wants the killers dead. Roberto's associate, Freddy Cruz is on the run and so is his housekeeper, Belle. When attempts are made on her life, the FBI and the Miami-Dade are on the scene. The action heats up when Esposito wants Alison, no matter how it happens. The shootout is a seat of your pants ending. The epilogue puts another spin on how the story ends.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barbara Griffin Villemez
• Release date: Jan 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311427540

Barbara Griffin Villemez

Barbara Griffin Villemez, Psychotherapist and Clinical Hypnotherapist, University Instructor. Published short stories in CC&D literary magazine and the online literary magazine Write From Wrong. Feng Shui practitioner and teacher. Native American background and Shaman training, author of romantic thrillers, paranormal thrillers, short stories, and self-help books. Barbara lives in New Mexico with her husband and two cats.

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Dead Sugar Daddies Don’t Lie

A Romantic Thriller

Barbara Griffin Villemez

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Dead Sugar Daddies Don’t Lie

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Dead Sugar Daddies Don’t Lie is a work of fiction. Though some of the cities and towns do exist they are used in a fictitious manner for purposes of this work. All characters are works of fiction and any names or characteristics similar to any person past, present or future are coincidental.

Other title by this author:

Dreaming Dark

Dead Cry for Justice

Dark Night of the Navajo

The Angel Who Fell to Earth

Illusion

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Chapter One

Alison sat at one of the many bars in the Rio. The short black leather skirt rode up to her thighs when she crossed her legs. Her right foot in the black leather four inch platform heels swung back and forth. Her impatience was showing. The Rio was one of the older casinos in Las Vegas. It was Alison’s favorite because the rooms were spacious and not as expensive as the newer hotel casinos on the strip.

She looked in the bar mirror and saw an attractive woman with a long, graceful neck, dark auburn hair styled in a fashionable short bob. Little creases radiated from either side of her eyes. She could see a little loose skin under her chin. She turned to her friend.

Shit, Rhonda, I’m going to need a face lift and I don’t have the money.

Honey, you’re only fifty five. Everyone who knows you thinks you’re ten to fifteen years younger than you are. You don’t need a face lift. Rhonda spoke with the soft refined accent of a southern woman.

Rhonda at five feet four inches and a little plump shook her blonde curls and turned to the man on her right. Do y’all think my friend here needs a face lift?

The man, rheumy eyes blinking, looked around to see who else she was talking to beside him. Not seeing anyone, he shrugged, then leaned around Rhonda and looked at Alison. Hey baby, you look good to me. He caught himself before he fell off the stool.

Disgusted, Alison said, Come on Rhonda, let’s go play blackjack.

After losing about fifty dollars apiece, the women wandered around the casino and watched the suckers losing their money. Finally Alison said, Nothing happening around here. Let’s go back to the room. Once there, Alison plugged in her laptop. Rhonda, I’m going to join some of those dating sites I’ve seen advertised on television. I need a husband to support me, a man with money.

Don’t we all, honey. What you need Alison, is a sugar daddy.

Focused, Alison found several web sites that had potential. She concentrated on the ones for older singles. She didn’t care how old the man was as long as he was decent looking and had money.

Alison had been divorced for three years and had run through most of the money she had gotten in this last divorce. Which was the reason she was divorced, money ran through her hands like water. She took the house instead of alimony and half the bank accounts and stocks. The stocks hadn’t done well and she had sold the house. She paid cash for a two bedroom condo in a Dallas neighborhood that she didn’t like, but she had gotten a bargain.

There, I’m registered on three sites. I uploaded the picture you took when we were in St. Martin.

The sexy one on the bed? Yeah, that’s a good one.

Not the one that shows me naked, but the other one where I’m in shorts sitting on the side of the bed. You’re not allowed to put suggestive photos on the site.

"Did you put down your real age?’

Yeah, I had to do that, but it’s okay. One of the sites is for senior singles and there are some nice looking men in their sixties. Some are retired professionals. I think I’ll get lots of hits.

Rhonda took off her make-up, undressed and got into bed.

Are you going to sleep now?

No, I’m going to read for a while. I don’t want to go out again tonight.

Alison paced the room then went into the bathroom and refreshed her make-up. She changed from the leather skirt to a long, black, ankle length dress that fitted over her curves. It gave the promise of no underwear lines to mar the pristine smoothness of the dress.

I’m not ready for bed. Maybe I’ll play the slots for an hour or so.

Alison and Rhonda were in Las Vegas for the long weekend; Alison, because she was hoping to connect with someone, and Rhonda, because she liked to play the slots.

Alison stood in front of the quarter slot machine fumbling in her purse for a twenty she knew was in the bottom somewhere.

Having a little bad luck?

She looked up at the man who had spoken with a practiced eye. Young, dark hair cut slightly long, curled at the nape of his neck, smiling dark eyes, a couple of inches taller than Alison and built well; pink shirt, open at the neck, gray slacks. She liked what she saw and smiled. He smiled back and stuck out his hand.

Steve Rosen.

She shook his hand. Alison Andrews.

May I buy you a drink?

As they sat at the bar, he told Alison that he had divorced about six months ago. He had married a girl he had met on a tour of Israel. The marriage had not worked. She disliked the way of life here and wanted to go home.

What was it that she didn’t like?

She didn’t like the materialism, the commercialism of everything, including religion.

Alison shrugged. I didn’t think there was any other kind. So, it must be much different in Israel.

Yes, it is. They have a materialistic society just like the US, but I couldn’t convince her. I think she was homesick for family and friends.

How sad for you. You must be lonely.

Thank you. I couldn’t operate my business in Israel and it was a bone of contention between us. She seemed to think that I could get a job there, but I checked and it would have been too difficult. It’s been hard. I really love her and thought we could make a life together. This weekend in Vegas was a way for me to forget for a while. And now that I’ve met you, the weekend has improved considerably.

Oh hell, another needy man. Maybe I can still have some fun tonight.

Two hours later, after a late night snack and numerous drinks, Alison stood in his room, wrapped tightly in his arms. She could feel his erection and found herself getting wet in anticipation.

He ran his hands over her breast and down her backside. You don’t have any underwear on, do you?

No, want to see?

Alison pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stood there naked, her golden pubic hair catching the light from the lamp in the dim bedroom. The young man groaned and came in his slacks. Embarrassed, he said, I’m sorry, I haven’t had sex in six months since my wife left.

No problem. I can fix that.

Alison undid his belt, pushed down his pants and boxer shorts to his ankles. Step out of your shoes and take these off. She finished undressing him and led him to the bed. In the bathroom she wet a washcloth with warm water and came back to the bed. His flaccid penis and surrounding area washed, she said. I bet I can get you hard again. Want to try?

Steve nodded, unsure of his good fortune.

Alison sat on the side of the bed and leaned over him. She took his penis in her mouth and slowly sucking on the head and massaging the shaft, she coaxed it into an upright position. After a minute or two, she stopped and slid around to straddle him. She slid up his chest until she was positioned over his mouth. She looked down at him. My turn.

He licked and sucked gently on her clit while she reached behind and massaged his penis. Oh, that was good. She slid down his stomach, and positioned on his erect penis, gave a sigh of satisfaction. Slowly building a rhythm they both moaned in unison. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her tighter to him. They moved faster and faster until he exploded in her with a cry. She hung on squeezing her muscles to hold him tighter then came with a shudder, falling onto his chest. She rolled off and lay beside him. Within a few minutes both were asleep.

Alison awoke before Steve, dressed and slipped quietly out the door. Rhonda awoke as Alison came into the room. Propped up on her elbows, she peered at Alison through sleep filled eyes.

Well, you must have had fun, since you’re just coming in.

Oh, I did. I’ll tell you about it as soon as I wash Steve off my body.

Steve? I can’t wait.

Rhonda was envious of the way Alison could pick up men, use them, drop them and go her way. She had difficulty having sex in such a cavalier manner. Alison probably had more male traits in her personality than most women. Alison could be very assertive, some would say aggressive, but nevertheless, she admired the woman. Her southern upbringing made her a little less assertive and more compliant. Not that she hadn’t had a few one night stands herself; more than she liked to admit. Her problem was the guilt afterward. She could just see her Momma frowning and saying Ladies don’t behave that way.

Alison stepped from the shower toweling her hair. Naked, she walked across the room and sat on the side of her bed.

Tell me what you did last night.

Alison stretched out and gave Rhonda a condensed version of her adventure with Steve Rosen.

Did you give him your cell number or the hotel room?

No, I slipped out before he awoke. She snuggled under the covers and within a few minutes was asleep.

When she awoke an hour later, Rhonda had ordered coffee and pastries from room service.

Alison honey, what do you want to do today?

I need some exercise. We could go down to the fitness center and work out for an hour then have a massage. I think that would perk us both up. I need to sweat some of this alcohol and bad food out of my system.

Alison and Rhonda had been friends since they both attended the University of South Carolina. Rhonda had been born in Charleston, but Alison was from a small town in Maryland. The two friends had stayed in touch after graduation and when Rhonda moved to Dallas after her divorce, Alison, also divorced, joined her. They shared an apartment until Alison met her second husband. Her first marriage in Maryland had lasted five years, this second marriage, close to ten. Then she married her second husband’s best friend, with whom she was having an affair, which didn’t do much for the friendship. He dumped her when he realized that all she had to offer was her beauty and great sex, which would have been enough for most men, but that beauty and sex were going to bankrupt him.

Alison had been there for Rhonda when she went through her divorce and Rhonda had been there for Alison’s three divorces.

Alison rose and slipped on a robe, sat down at the desk and opened her laptop.

Looks like I’ve gotten some hits from some sexy seniors.

That’s exciting. Rhonda leaned over Alison’s shoulder to look at the monitor.

Here’s a Cuban guy who looks good and he owns an import/export company in Miami. Let’s send Mr. Roberto Rubio an email.

Alison received a return email almost immediately. Hmm, the guy seems anxious. He wants to plan a meeting.

The emails flew back and forth for an hour. Rubio became excited when he found out that Alison was in Vegas. He was staying at the Bellagio, there on business. They made a date for dinner that night and he said he’d bring a date for her friend. The two women, excited at the change in vacation plans, indulged in conversations on what to wear for the blind dates.

They met in the lobby of the Rio. Alison didn’t walk to meet Rubio she glided toward him, at least in his mind. She attracted stares of appreciation from men and stares of envy from their women. Rubio could not believe his good fortune. She looked beautiful on the dating site, but he knew from past experience that the women rarely looked that good in real life. Alison was the exception. Rubio introduced his assistant, Fred Cruz to Alison and Rhonda. He was unable to hide how impressed he was with Alison. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She wore an ankle length emerald green, form fitting, long sleeved dress with a plunging neckline. Her make-up was perfect, her hair shiny and her smile wide, showing perfect white teeth. He was blown away. A few minutes of superficial chatter then he escorted them to a limousine waiting outside.

Alison noted the charming manner in which he approached them; the well cut jacket and expensive slacks. His looks were of a well preserved gentleman in his mid-sixties. Dark hair with a sheen of gray at the temples, dark eyes, strong nose and jaw and, when he smiled, even white teeth. White teeth were important to Alison. She would not go out with men who had yellow teeth or who wore dentures.

I’m staying at the Bellagio and they have an excellent restaurant. Reservations can be difficult unless I make them weeks in advance.

There are several nice restaurants in the Bellagio. Alison didn’t want him to know that she had never been to one of the expensive restaurants in the hotel.

I made reservations for the Picasso.

Alison had always wanted to eat at the Picasso, but it was way out of her price range. The restaurant was one of the most exclusive and expensive in Vegas. Alison felt like a queen as she walked in on the arm of the handsome Cuban. The maître d´ was deferential as he escorted them to their table. They exchanged a few words and Rubio asked to speak to the sommelier. When he arrived, Rubio ordered champagne, Roederer Cristal 05. The sommelier said, Good choice.

When Alison saw the bottle she thought, My God, that’s expensive shit! She didn’t say anything, but was extremely impressed.

I thought we needed to celebrate our meeting and hopefully, a long and fruitful friendship. The sommelier had poured each a glass in a tall crystal flute. Rubio raised his glass. To two of the most beautiful companions.

His friend raised his glass. Here, here.

Rubio discussed how he always stayed at the Bellagio and ate here at the Picasso. He felt that it was one of the finest casino hotels on the strip and the Picasso, one of the better restaurants. I have to make reservations well in advance when I know I’m coming to Vegas.

Alison asked. What exactly do you do when you come here?

My business has to do with my import export company, but let’s not talk business. Let’s enjoy the food, wine and conversation with two beautiful women. He raised his glass with a nod to Alison.

The restaurant was noted for its fine cuisine and lived up to its reputation. Rubio decided on the Prix Fixe menu. Alison looked at the menu and felt a loss as to what to order, some dishes she had never heard of.

Alison’s look of confusion as she looked at the menu, prompted Rubio to point out the items he thought were best. She decided on the quail salad, the red shrimp and the Maine lobster. Alison didn’t want anyone to think she was ignorant so she didn’t ask what a Torchon was. When everyone had made their selection, Rubio ordered the wine. The dinner was superb.

Dinner finished and dessert enjoyed with a coffee and an after dinner cordial, Rubio suggested that they drop in on a show that was playing in the theatre. He had acquired tickets to see Cirque du Soliel. He placed his hand on Alison’s back and gently guided her to the lobby. He leaned in and smelled her hair. You smell wonderful. What are you wearing?

She smiled and leaned toward him. Chanel No. 5.

It suits you.

Rubio had secured the Golden Circle seating in the coveted section 103 of the O theatre. Alison was ecstatic at the royal treatment she was receiving. During the show, she was very much aware of the magnetism generated by Rubio. She thought, This is a sexy man. I wonder how he makes love and how he likes it. I think I’ll find out soon enough. The night ended with a promise to have dinner the following night, though this time Rhonda was not invited.

When the two were back in their room, Alison was giddy with excitement. I can’t believe I hit the jackpot on the first try! She danced around the room. This man is fantastic, not only good looking, but mega rich. And he’s interested! I can’t believe it.

Honey, don’t get too excited. He may not be all he says he is. I’d do a little background check first before you get too involved.

Rhonda, do you realize that dinner tonight cost over a thousand dollars? And I can just imagine what those tickets cost for the show, probably over two hundred apiece. I’ll go online tomorrow and check out his company. It must be a big one. He says he goes to Europe several times a year. And with his money, he must fly first class.

Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow is our last full day here and I really needed to do some shopping before we leave. Freddy asked me to have dinner with him tomorrow night, since you’re having dinner with Roberto.

Alison sighed as she snuggled into bed. His name is even romantic. Roberto Rubio, I love it.

Early the next morning Alison awoke with a start. She thought about the dream she’d had and what it could mean. She was in a huge mansion and the rooms were empty of furniture. Wearing a diaphanous silk gown, she floated from room to room and became anxious in the silent empty space. She looked at her hand and she was wearing a huge diamond, but it didn’t quiet the anxiety that was building. She awoke when she called out and no one answered.

Alison honey, are you okay?

I’m okay. Go back to sleep. I had a weird dream. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.

You were hollering in your sleep.

What did I say?

You were hollering for someone. I think you were asking if anyone was there.

I guess that’s what woke me.

Go back to sleep, honey. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.

The next morning the two women went down to breakfast instead of ordering room service. After breakfast they walked around the shopping areas; Rhonda buying trinkets for friends and family. Alison had been an only child and both parents were dead. She didn’t have many friends. Most women couldn’t take the competition and were afraid to be around Alison. She looked, but didn’t buy. Who was there to send trinkets? She hadn’t seen any of her relatives in years.

The women went back to the room to rest for the night. Alison entered the room and was overwhelmed with the scent of flowers. There were at least four or five dozen roses sitting on the desk, the bedside tables and even one vase on the floor.

Good God, what is this? She saw the envelope on the desk and opened it.

What does it say?

Alison shook her head and read. To a lovely lady. I’m looking forward to seeing you again and getting to know you better. I’ll pick you up at seven in the lobby.

She put down the card and looked around the room. Can you believe this guy? She laughed. I’ll have to at least give him a blow job for all these flowers and everything else.

Alison, behave. Rhonda started giggling and both women broke into peals of laughter. Alison called the desk and asked if someone would come and take the flowers to a nursing home or a hospital. Within thirty minutes the room was cleared and the women could take a nap to prepare for their big night.

When Alison awoke, she went down to the spa for a massage, pedicure and manicure. She decided on a facial as well. When she walked out of the salon, she glowed. What the hell, it was