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Chapter 1
An uneasy feeling crept over Adrienne snuggling close to Wilder. Her head lay on Wilder’s amazing wide warm chest. Holding on to his large muscular arms pulling them close, she lay in the shelter of his love. Feeling secure, Adrienne let out a satisfied sigh.
Her restless body moved around tugging his arms for reassurance. Wilder responded to her by holding her tight. His passionate body merged into hers carrying warmth and security to her body. The nightmare is over, she thought. But what could be wrong? She was wrapped securely in Wilder’s arms but her mind was a hostage of Bane even as she slept under Wilder’s protection.
Her subconscious signaled that something was dreadfully wrong. She thought she heard her children calling out her name in her sleep. It sounds like Hunter, her mind said. A mother knows her children’s voices and cries. It was Hunter not Devin. She moved closer to Wilder trying to get the reassurance of his body that she was safe, and her children were safe, and it was only a dream occupying her unconscious mind.
Adrienne’s agitated movements didn’t wake Wilder, and she couldn’t come from under her nightmarish dream.
The moon light flowed through the curtains as Wilder held Adrienne tight in his arms falling into a deep sleep. It had been a week since he slept. Over a week since he slept soundly. He had been tortured by the thought of what Bane had done to Adrienne. It had taken Wilder too long to rescue her.
Feeling the warmth of her body caused Wilder to relax. She was near and he’s aware that she’s safe in his arms. There is no reason for him to fear anything. He had finally rescued Adrienne from Bane, and she and Wilder were far away hidden into the interior of the dense forest of Nevada.
With Wilder’s head lowered to her hair, he sniffed nothing but Adrienne’s scent drowning out the odor of wild animals, and the tall pine trees twisting in the wind.
He smelled the fragrance of her skin. The aroma of fresh flowers found in the meadow of his ranch, but now found in the soap she used to clean her body, before and after they made love.
Her scent reminded him of when he was a child and his mother would bring fresh roses cut from her gardens into the ranch. He remembered when he first learned that the beautiful roses had thorns. A lesson taught to him by the beautiful roses and by his beautiful mate. Wilder didn’t see, hear, or smell anything unfamiliar when Bane crept into the house and stood over him.
Bane watched at Adrienne as she embraced Wilder. Bane watched at her naked on Wilder’s chest; their bodies as one. Adrienne thrashed about, pulling and tugging at Wilder, not knowing why she felt so uncomfortable. But Wilder just held her close and never opened his eyes. Exhaustion from the hunt for her and Bane, and worrying about Lycell and Drayton had consumed all his energy, and when he needed it the most, he couldn’t gather it to save his life. Bane stood silent and motionless trying to decide what to do next.
Before he met Adrienne he would have killed Wilder as he slept, made Adrienne pregnant with his pups, used her up, and give her to the betas to do as they pleased, but he had changed. It was Adrienne who had changed him. Bane knew if he would slay Wilder in front of her, he could never have her the way he wanted.
So Bane stood at the foot of their bed, holding his breath, watching at them with the pain of a jealous lover.
He wanted to rip Adrienne from Wilder’s arms, but he would have to kill him first. That would have been the easiest thing to do. Yet he stood over them thinking about the consequences of his actions. He could have killed them both if it wasn’t for his desire to have Adrienne. He decided that he would wait.
Furthermore, killing Wilder as he slept wasn’t good sport. It was like hunting a sick animal. There was no pleasure in fighting a tired exhausted Wilder. Bane had his own time line and plans for him later when Adrienne wasn’t around to witness Wilder’s slaughter.
Bane had to admit to himself that he had fallen in love with Adrienne. He had never been in love especially with a human. He looked on them as a necessary distraction when he became tired of werefemales. Then he would travel to a nearby town and pick out a willing human female who enjoyed being fucked when he was in werewolf form. She would know the score and she was willing to take his large cock as he took her the way he wanted—down on all fours. But now he wanted something more from this human female lying on the bed. He wanted a family like the Samsas, and he wanted it with Adrienne.
To slaughter Wilder with Adrienne looking on, he could never have her the way he desired–having his pups and loving him. This is a dream for a man, is his first thought. Now he wanted to embrace that human part of him.
But Bane is a werewolf and shifter; no matter how much he wanted to be a man, his wild nature would call to him. He didn’t realize this when he first thought like a man.
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Chapter 1
Drayton turned to face Adrienne sleeping soundly. They had been in Hawaii for less than two weeks and this was the most magnificent time of his life. How wonderful had his life been and how much fuller will it be once Adrienne is pregnant with his pups, he thought. She lay in his arms naked and at peace; sleeping after a long swim. Free from the pressures of nursing and caring for Lycell’s six demanding pups.
Although she had nurses, Lycell wanted her to be attentive to them. It was a good thing that her two sons by Wilder had grown fast, and Wilder took over her efforts of raising them. Besides there wasn’t any more she could do than to love them.
Drayton had been working on becoming a father night and day, never giving Adrienne a rest, and now he was sure she would become pregnant. But she wasn’t. He would know. A werewolf can sense and smell when he has impregnated a female. Maybe next time, he thought with a sigh. But his time was running out. Wilder and Lycell had been patiently waiting their turn to claim her, and if she wasn’t pregnant by him then, there would be another litter of pups but not by Drayton.
Pulling at the soft white cotton sheet, Drayton let it slide from Adrienne’s body. He stared down at her lying on his chest. The cool breeze passed over her, her skin reacted to the chill of the morning. Her skin once pale is now a soft brown because of the island sun and its heat. Her hair has a shiny glow, and it’s growing longer and silky. Now it has streaks of blond highlights from the warm kiss of the sun. She appears as beautiful as the first time he laid eyes on her. Drayton remembers her smiling at him, and he saw the warmth and beauty within this human female, and he loved her at first sight, and he’s loving her more each day because of her sacrifices she has made for his family.
He held Adrienne close not wanting her to leave his side as they made love each day. Only waking when the islanders prepared food for them to eat, and during their nights alone, they would swim and hike and he would lose himself inside of her. With their last ounce of strength spent exploring each other’s needs, they fell exhausted into bed, thinking of nothing and no one but each other.
Adrienne washed her mind of thoughts of Wilder, and Lycell, and her six pups and two cubs. The experience had been too exhausting, and she relished the idea of lying naked in Drayton’s arms for weeks without the pressure of Wilder and Lycell waiting for her now exhausted body.
Drayton leaned over Adrienne marveling at her naked butt with obvious thoughts. He smiled and lowered his head to place kisses on her shoulder. He passed his large hands over her behind. It fit perfectly. It’s smooth, soft, firm, and just plain beautiful, he thought. Adrienne turned when she felt his warm hand cover her bottom, and the firmness of his penis rise between her legs and settle on her flesh. She arched her hips downward pressing into his manhood.
She felt the warmth of his juice trickle on her, and she knew what that signaled. He was ready again and she was equally as eager to have him take her and fill her once more. Maybe this time she would surprise him and let him have her from behind the way werewolves took werefemales.
Adrienne wasn’t indifferent to that position; she sort of liked it. She enjoyed being taken in that manner. After all, she discovered that she had a nature that was well fitted for the Samsa werewolves. They have an insatiable desire for her body, and she can’t get enough of all three of them.
She glanced up into Drayton’s handsome face. Before she brushed the sleep from her eyes, she thought he was Wilder or Lycell, then she remembered, she was on her honeymoon with Drayton. She glanced up, moving her body, slow and seductively, pressing her breasts against his chest, as she stimulated him. Then she turned facing him giving a warm inviting smile.
“What is it my husband? Do you need me this morning?” Her voice is silky and soft. Her nails trailing down his hard chest. Adrienne was born for the Samsa triplets. She was born to be their mate. Never had she been so aroused and pleased sexually than with these men. Never had she felt so fulfilled and needed as she has been since meeting them, and today lying securely in Drayton’s arms. She isn’t fearful anymore. She knows she’s protected, and the nightmare of Paul and his friends are over. She longed to live out her life with the Samsa triplets and her children.
But her expectations would not come easy, and not without agony and misfortune.
“I need you now, Adrienne.” Her brown eyes smiled. She rolled to the side, turning on her back. She lifted her breasts to him. One hand held a breast and the other fondled her mound, and his finger found its way to her opening, where he placed his finger in her, filling her, but not as much when she is filled with his manhood. She wiggled her hips encouraging his finger as he turned it around and then pulled out. She was wet and ready for his large penis, and he had to make sure to keep from hurting her. He leaned over, bracing his hand down over her shoulder then whispering in her ear.
“You are so good to me. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re always ready for me when I need you. I know we will make some beautiful children together.” Adrienne enjoyed hearing Drayton talk. He never referred to their children as pups. He always called them boys or girls or children, and his voice was soothing and calm each time he claimed her.
All the Samsa men or werewolves had their own bit of charm, but they were so different in many ways and so much alike.
They all are tall and gorgeously handsome werewolves with dark curly hair. But their eyes were different and so too are their fur. Wilder has the deepest of blue eyes, and his twin cubs Hunter and Devin, are equally as stunning with blue eyes and awesome hard masculine bodies as is all the Samsa men. Wilder’s fur is white and Drayton is grey, but Lycell’s fur changed as he matured, it is now black as a starless sky.
“Can I kiss you?” Drayton asked for permission to kiss Adrienne and inquired as to whether she was ready to have sex. Wilder and Lycell, especially Lycell didn’t believe in ruining the moment by asking Adrienne’s permission. He was equally guilty of wanting to take her from behind and she refused him just to unsettle his arrogant nature.
She tried to change Lycell. Once when it was his time to visit her, she had said, “I don’t think I feel like making love tonight.” He wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“I can make you ready.” Before Adrienne could say no, Lycell had her naked and he was between her legs with his long tongue caressing her clit. And in a minute she was screaming for him to take her hard.
Enough time had to pass before he would consider her feelings, or maybe Lycell never would change. With Wilder, Adrienne would see him occasional because he spent a lot of time monitoring the packs he oversee and he took her son’s Hunter and Devin with him when traveling. She hadn’t been with Wilder since she gave birth to Lycell’s pups. Wilder didn’t take it well that she had six pups to nurse and hold her attention. He tried to project a persona of not letting anything affect him. But she saw his impatience. She had warned him that this might happen if she gave birth and had sex soon after. She knew their need to increase their pack and she was willing to please all three brothers. There was only one of her, but there were three healthy young werewolves vying for her attention.
She belonged to all of them now, and especially to the caring and considerate Drayton.
“You don’t have to ask me every time you need me. I need you too.” Then she gazed into his eyes as she stroked his large cock.
The feeling he derived from her and what she was doing to him pleased Drayton. His lips touched hers. His long tongue slivered down her mouth and she sucked it as he moaned into her mouth from the feeling he derived from her manipulation with her hands. She was full with ecstasy and pleasure ready to give herself to him. After all he is her chosen husband. She chose him over Wilder and Lycell. At first they were upset, but they finally understood that it had to be him.
Adrienne guided the crown of his penis to her small opening, and then slowly, carefully, he slid it halfway in and Adrienne gasped from the pleasure she received. Each time one of them entered her was beyond anything she had ever felt. It was always that way with the brothers. It felt like the first time each time because he and his brothers were large and she was always tight. Her inside muscles would tightened around their penis giving her and them the best experiences of their lives.
In many ways she was the most precious thing in their lives. She was everything to them, and they would fight anyone and everything to keep her.
Drayton hadn’t entered Adrienne completely, but he had positioned his body over her in anticipation when a knock came to the door. Their bodies stiffened. No one was to interrupt them. They were on their honeymoon and the islanders were not to disturb them unless it was an emergency. Adrienne shot up in the bed after Drayton pulled out and rolled off her, and to the side.
“Something is wrong, Drayton, I feel it.”
“There’s nothing wrong.” Drayton wraps a towel around him and steps out of the bed to answer the door. When he opens it, Wilder is standing there. His head is erect and he’s wearing a dark blue cap, tee shirt, and a pair of jeans. His body is relaxed but one eyebrow is raised and his jaw is tense. His facial muscles are rigid. He sucks in a large breath and then exhales.
“What are you doing here, Wilder?” Drayton questions. Adrienne hears Wilder’s voice and she springs from the bed naked. She’s standing there facing him and Wilder is gazing at her with a mixture of disapproval and need flowing through his body.
“Go put some clothes on, Adrienne,” Wilder says his voice is raw and demanding. Adrienne glances down at her body. She’s seeing what Wilder is gazing at. Her breasts are heavy. Her nipples are red and taut and standing at their peak. Her long brown hair is in disarray on her head making her look wild like a werefemale. The fire in Wilder’s blue eyes are burning hot with lust and jealousy.
She puts out the fire. “You can’t order me around. I will put on clothes when I feel like it. You have seen me naked as well as all the Samsa men. I’m married now and on my honeymoon, or have you forgotten?”
“I know all too well that you’re married, and you’ve forgotten that you are married to me, too.”
“Adrienne for the sake of everyone, go and put on some clothes,” Drayton said turning to Adrienne. She was none too pleased with Wilder. Adrienne’s forehead wrinkles and she turns with a jolt, and Wilder’s gaze follows her to the open room and the rumpled bed overlooking the beach and Pacific Ocean. He’s standing at the door.
“You would do what Drayton ask of you, but you wouldn’t listen to me.” Adrienne turns full of anger. She’s breathing hard. Her expression stills because she’s beyond annoyed with him.
“That’s because you want to control me.” Her voice is steady her gaze is firm. “I thought you had your jealousy under control. I see that you’re getting worse. I said this would happen.” She turns and walks to the closet, reaches and places a sarong around her body, and returns to face Wilder once more.
“What is that important that you would leave my children and fly out here to disturb us? My children are sick? Don’t hold that from me, Wilder.” Her eyes open wide.
“No,” Wilder says with as few words as necessary.
“Then why are you here if but to ruin my honeymoon. You were the one to insist that we leave. I didn’t want to go but we did as you requested.” Wilder turned to Drayton.
“You have to come back to Nevada. The Oregon and Alaska packs have merged. No werewolves or men are safe with that alliance especially us. I heard that Bane is planning something.”
“Who the hell is Bane and why should we have to worry about him? Aren’t you the Alpha over all of the packs?” Adrienne asks her hands making a grand gesture in the air and at the same time amusing herself at Wilder’s expense.
“His brother is the one Lycell killed for kidnapping you,” Wilder said focused straight on Adrienne. She lowered her head. She felt that she was to blame for that. She wouldn’t listen to Wilder just as she wouldn’t listen again in the future.
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Chapter 1
December in New York is a great time of the year for the young and the rich, but a bad time for the old even if you are rich. The weather is in transition and so are bodies and minds. The cold rainy weather makes the young feel alive, but I happen to be young and rich, yet I feel the opposite because of the twists and turns my life has taken.
Today I’m shopping for a dress, and Brandon, my driver, has dropped what he was doing to accommodate my frivolous pointless needs.
A text comes in from Jonas on my way to a Fifth Avenue boutique. They have loads of little black dresses for the black tie affair tonight. I give out a long sigh and reach for my phone, and read Jonas’s few words. Every word is like a scream. My head hurts whenever I hear from him. The muscles in my neck tighten and my left eye twitches.
I need you. Please come immediately. I don’t reply. I haven’t made up my mind. I have a few more minutes and I sensibly take them.
Reaching inside my bag, I drop the phone after hitting the mute button, and pull out a book I had planned on reading. Maybe the drive uptown to find out about Jonas’s urgency can give me time to get in some needed reading.
Books are my saving grace and way to get some peace. I can disappear into a world of fiction. Newspapers have become so depressing lately. Too real. Too much drama.
Elderly man shoots elderly wife and her lover. What happened to the time when men welcomed their wives’ lovers because they were too busy fucking the next door neighbor, or their secretaries. What happened to those days? I wondered.
I decide to notify Brandon of the change of venue. “Brandon, I need to see my brother-in-law…at his club.” I suck my teeth, shake my head, and take in a small breath. I really don’t want to do this.
Unlike me, Brandon takes the change in stride. I like his even disposition. Nothing seems to rattle him. He’s young and this is December. The holiday season is here and decorations and lights are already in the store widows. People are wandering around window shopping, and dreaming. Dreaming of what once was. Once they were young. Once they were loved.
The traffic is horrific. Someone important is in town again. I close my eyes momentarily and think about the real Christmas tree Max brought for the children. He even took time with us to help decorate it. That makes me smile. Our little dog wanted in on the festivities. He rushed to get the ornaments, and Maxim and Jack had to chase him to pry the ornaments from his teeth.
“How long is this going to take, Brandon?” I’m impatient and I cross my legs shaking them. Restless Leg Syndrome, or Jonas Blackstone Syndrome. I never know what to expect when Jonas asks to see me. It has been months since I’ve heard from him.
Thanks for small mercies. Frankly, I could go a lifetime without hearing from Jonas because when he calls, there’s always an emergency.
“I’m thinking fifteen minutes to a half hour Mrs. B. We should be there give or take a few.” Brandon’s voice is calm. The traffic doesn’t rattle him. It’s a season where people are in a hurry to get home to family, and a season where the spending of money will likely cause divorce, and worse yet, loneliness and suicide.
My eyes fall to the book in my hands, and I open it to the back. I didn’t realize it’s a book of poems when I grabbed it, and dropped it in my oversized bag.
I’m reading. The words are stark and shocking. I don’t want to read further because I don’t want to know why Oscar Wilde wrote those words. The words affect me and I can’t get the thought out of my head.
“…each man kills the thing he loves.” I hear Brandon’s voice crowding out my thoughts.
“Mrs. Blackstone…I mean, Alex. The ride didn’t take as long as I expected.” Brandon pulls the car into the circular driveway, steps out and opens the door. I begged him to stop doing that. Too much attention on me, but he insisted that it’s expected, and he didn’t want a reason for Max to dismiss him.
Brandon stands watching and waiting until I’m safely inside the mansion, before he enters the car, and parks it to the side, and away from the entrance.
I had instructed Brandon to park near hedges so my car can’t be seen from the street. Just a precaution because I don’t want Max to discover that I’ve been associating with Jonas, and not telling him, especially since he warned me about getting involved with Jonas’s schemes.
It was too late then and now. It was like locking the barn after the livestock escaped.
A large black man in a black suit and white shirt is manning the door. He appears to be screening all visitors, but he remembers me and opens the door. Knowing Jonas, and his weakness to brag, he probably informed him that I’m his sister-in-law. This is perhaps the second time I’ve been here. I find my way to his office without any problems.
There’s no one in the building from what I can tell. Maybe it’s too early. The place is lit and more lights have been installed. The mansion doesn’t look like a mausoleum anymore. Jonas had his workmen change the sconces on the wall and the interior paint to bright soft colors. That beats the red wall paper and antique lights.
“Jonas, I’m here. What is the problem this time? I can’t keep meeting you at this club,” I mumble chastising him, walking down the foyer, then opening his office door, after knocking. I toss my purse on the nearest chair, and stand behind a white antique chair with a green velvet seat waiting for Jonas to turn around to face me.
“If Max even discovers that I have anything to do with you and this club he will… Well I don’t want to think what he’ll do.”
Leaning forward my hands are on his desk. His office is darker than usual. My first thought is to turn on one of the lamps. My second thought is to turn around and walk out of Jonas’s Blackstone infamous bondage club. It’s located on the upper east side of Manhattan, and home away from home, to some very rich unsavory characters. My brother-in-law being one of them. I’m upset and I’m here to plead or threatened him to leave me alone, and stop getting me mixed up in his craziness.
I have to make this quick. I don’t want to stay here any longer than necessary because meeting him here gives me an uneasy feeling.
Jonas still has his back to me. He’s turned around with his face gazing out of one of the few windows in his office, or just staring at the wall. I wouldn’t be surprised. That’s just like Jonas; always in his own world. Never takes anything serious.
He has me involved and I’ve been frightened ever since. I never know what to expect from him. It’s a matter of time when Max will discover all our secrets. That’s why I continue to see Jonas when he calls.
The last time I was here, I had to fight off Robert, and my desire to succumb to Robert’s charms and his obvious skills with satisfying women.
Jonas turns around in a slow swivel of his brown leather chair, but it’s not Jonas, it’s Robert. My heart speeds up. Why is this man affecting me in this way? I can’t seem to get him out of my life, and get away from him. He appears to be everywhere I am. I don’t trust myself near him. Better than that, I can’t trust myself near him. Next time I might give in to him and that could be the end of my marriage, and Max will undoubtedly take my children and the dog.
I narrow my eyes. My forehead furrows. I don’t want to give him any hint of weakness on my part. He knows women and he senses when a woman desires him.
My desire for him is deep.
“Why did you text me from Jonas’s phone, and why are you here?” I say to Robert. My voice is harsh, I’m concealing my true feelings. “What are you doing in Jonas’s office anyway?” I look around trying not to meet his gaze.
“It’s my office now.” He corrects me. I raise an eyebrow. He shoots me a wide grin and my legs weaken. My resolve disappears. I steady myself and focus on Max, my children, and my dog. But not even the thought of my family can help me now.
There’s no way Jonas would sell this business to Robert especially since he can’t succeed at anything else. But I could be wrong. I take a breath and lock eyes with Robert. My heart is racing when I look into his soft blue eyes and focus on his devilish grin.
“I bought him out. I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.” A light chuckle falls from his luscious lips. I couldn’t remember until now why I’m undeniably attracted to this man. The glow from his blue eyes is causing me to become restless. I shift from side to side. I want to sit but I don’t. That would be another signal that I am too comfortable with him.
But could it be my obvious lack of self-control that’s making me feel this way? I throw that in the back of my mind like so many other things these days.
Max and I are moving and I have too many things to think about. One is how will I feel once I’m away from Robert. Or how will I adjust to Max once he has sold his profitable companies in Asia to be with me and the boys? Will Max hate me for what he had to give up?
Looking at Robert sitting behind Jonas’s desk with a pen in his hand, fiddling with papers, he’s relaxed in his off white V-neck sweater and jeans. He’s mesmerizing and I shouldn’t be here entertaining him with light conversation.
I have children and a dog to take care of not to mention a fabulous handsome husband who will get home soon and discover I’m not ready for the black tie affair. I have to buy a black dress, but instead, I’m fucking around with Robert once more.
He stands never taking his eyes off me, and moving in my direction. I move back behind the chair. I need room between us. “Come on. I know you aren’t afraid of me.” He’s in front of me and raises his head and smiles again. He doesn’t say a word. His body says it all. I’m afraid of myself and he’s testing me to see what kind of effect he has on me.
“Of course I’m not.” My voice cracks. “I just want to keep away from you. I don’t want anyone to connect me with you. As a matter of fact, I want to forget that you and I ever met,” I say looking up at him.
“I can’t forget that night,” he says his eyes smoldering and raking over me from head to toe. “I’ve been thinking of you from the day I set eyes on you. From the day we met here… and how you made me feel…” He touches my chin and I flinch. He tilts my chin. Our eyes meet. “I bet you’ve been thinking of me, too.” I don’t move. He pushes my hair to the side and sniff my neck. “The same wonderful smell. It makes me hard, and that perfume.”
His face is close to mine. I lower my eyes. His lips are close to mine. I can smell him and almost taste him. He’s wearing an expensive after shave. It has a fresh outdoor scent. He smells like Max. My eyes blink and I focus. It’s not Max, Alex. Get a grip.
I push his hand away. I raise my eyes. “The only thing I’m thinking about is when are you going to leave me and my family alone?”
Robert takes a step back in surprise. He stares at me.
“Just as soon as Jonas pays me what he owes me. Then I’ll consider leaving him alone. You, I’m not sure about.” Another wicked laugh comes out of his inviting mouth. Robert turns and steps away from me and moves back to Jonas’s desk and sits.
“When I take you from Maximillian, then that will be the end of that relationship.” My eyes blink because of his brazen comment.
“You really are ambitious.” I laugh at him. He frowns and I see the true nature of the man. Before, all I saw was his smiles and arrogance and loose talk. And that may have been his charm. Now I see a serious determine dangerous man.
“You’re in an unhappy marriage. I see it on your face and I’ve seen it before on other women’s faces. All the faces look the same at some point because they travel down the road of neglect. They are neglected by their husbands in one form or the other.”
I wasn’t going to spend another minute listening to Robert’s theories. Or try to prove the falsity of his statements. He just wanted reassurance, and if I protested, then he could conclude that he was correct in his assessment of my marriage.
“You haven’t said why you texted me.” I tighten my hands around the back of the chair. “Doesn’t Max give you enough work to do?” Robert is focused on one thing and that’s me.
“I have a need for a beautiful young woman like yourself. And to answer another one of your questions, I will spend my extra time trying to convince you that you are mine and will be mine one day.” He gives me a closed smile and asks, “Is Max in town today?” His eyes sparkle when he glances up quickly and locks eyes with me. He answers my question. I wish I hadn’t asked.
“Why do you want to know about Max’s whereabouts?” My tone is abrasive.
Robert’s face and voice changes. He’s the alluring attractive charming seductive man I know. “Tonight is the dinner at the Museum of Natural History and if he isn’t in, I would like to escort you.” His voice breaks into a husky whisper full of appeal.
“You can’t be serious.” I narrow my eyes, and then let out an overconfident laugh as I reach for my purse laying in a chair, near a window covered in soft hunter green velvet curtains.
“Oh, but on the contrary, Mrs. Blackstone. I’m very serious,” he says in a deep throaty voice. His eyes blink, and another devilish smile crosses his lips for a second, as if he’s visualizing me in the nude.
“When your husband isn’t around, I know how passionate and sexy you are, and you’re a woman with a certain hunger and need for sex. Do you think I’m stupid like Blackstone? How can he leave a woman like you to a man like me?”
My body is reacting to his words and my cheeks blush red. I start to twirl my hair and he’s watching at me. He knows what he’s doing to me, and I can’t stop my body from reacting to him. I can’t control myself near him, and I hate me for that.
He watches at me and then says, “When Blackstone isn’t available, I want you to be available to serve my needs.” I tilt my head to the side. I laugh and shoot him an arrogant closed smile. I couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“You have completely lost your mind. Since when do you and I have more than what went on that one night? And I guarantee you, it will never happen again.”
“The only thing that you can guarantee that it will never happen again, is if I’m dead, and I don’t think I’m going anywhere soon. I want you, and I’m sure you want me too, so why do you continue with this façade? If you agree to let me make love to you, your husband will never find out. We can satisfy our need for each other until one of us gets tired of the other.”
“Do you hear yourself?” I say to him. I’m ready to go I’ve spent enough time with him. I don’t want to hear any more of his ridiculous talk. Why am I standing listening to this? I’m wondering.
Could it be I’m ready to surrender to him? I have to hold it together. Everything is at stake.
“What you’re proposing sounds like blackmail to me. I don’t care how you fashion it and wrap it into different meanings, you are saying that if I don’t give in to you, then you will let Max know about me and you. But there is no me and you,” I say in an awkward voice.
“I’m certain that there is a you and me, and there will be as long as I want it. And I wouldn’t be so tactless as to label it as blackmail if I were you.” Robert’s voice is uneven, but he’s smiling, and he shoots me a wink.
“Then what would you call it, Robert.” My tone is cold.
“I like the way you say my name,” he whispers. “Your voice sends shivers down my spine. I’m ready if you are?” I’d like to send something with heat down his spine. Maybe a strong whip. But then he likes that kind of thing.
“You can’t blackmail me. I’ll tell my husband,” I say with resolve.
“You will have to tell him everything including how I performed oral sex on you and you just laid there enjoying it.”
“That wasn’t my idea,” I plea.
“Yes, I know, but you can’t tell Maximillian that without implicating his loving brother.” I turn my back on him. I can’t stand Robert, yet, I’m drawn to him, and I can’t explain to myself why. I turn around to face him. The light from the lamp on the desk is in his face, and he’s indeed a sexy man, and I can’t pull myself away from him.
We gaze into each other’s eyes and there’s nothing but silence and arousal moving between us. I break the tension.
“Max is taking me to the dinner tonight. So that ends your objectives.”
“Good. Then I don’t have to worry about you. He will be there to keep the gigolos and admirers away. He will do my job for me, but he can’t be trusted to…” Robert glances upward and to his right.
“Who can’t be trusted?” Jonas says standing in the doorway then moving inside his office as he strides closer to me. Robert stands and his body jerks around when Jonas touches me and kiss my cheek. They are eye to eye. Two very handsome, tall, gorgeous, and fucked up men.
“Damn if you and Maximillian don’t look just alike,” Robert says smiling. He turns to me. “How can you tell these two apart?” He shakes his head at the uncanny likeness. “Have you ever tried to impersonate Max?” he questions Jonas. Jonas understands what he means, and so do I.
“We are mirror twins, and never what you are thinking.” Jonas adds harshly. “Now can I have my office back? I need to talk to Alex alone.” He stares at Robert. There is tension between the two. “We have no more business to conduct, Robert.” Jonas is tapping his finger on his desk waiting for Robert to move out of the way.
Robert puts his hand to his mouth, gazes at me, and steps aside. He looks at me one more time and winks then steps around Jonas and out of the office.
“What was that about?” Jonas asks in a brooding voice.
“You tell me,” I said sitting in the chair in front of Jonas’s desk. “You got me into this shit, and I can’t get rid of him. Max even gave him an apartment in the building without me knowing.”
“I guess that’s hard on you, Alex. But I’ll take care of everything.” It wasn’t that hard on me. It was my thoughts and desires for him that made it hard.
“Like you did last time, and like you do with everything you touch.” Jonas slides into his chair.
“I apologize for everything. I will make it better,” Jonas says his voice soft and remorseful.
“The only thing that will make it better is for Max and I and our children to leave Manhattan.”
“You can’t do that.” Jonas raises his voice in desperation. I was thinking of bringing Crystal and my baby boy up and…”
“And you want me to run interference for you. Keep her occupied and entertained. You have all your women and mentees hanging around. She wouldn’t understand you staying away night and day. She doesn’t know anyone here but me. You can’t trust people in this town with keeping secrets about you and this business. Crystal will eventually find out and leave you.”
“Maybe I should tell her to stay where she is until the baby is old enough. Maybe send her to live with her mother until I can liquidate everything.”
“That sounds like a good idea. But since when have you payed attention to a good idea and acted on it?” It’s no holds barred with him. “Why not give everything to Robert and get rid of him?”
“It’s not that easy. I’m getting too old for this, Alex and I don’t have the money I need for my family. I’m thinking of buying a ranch near you and Max.” I didn’t want to say, oh god no, because all Jonas had was Max’s family and Crystal and the baby.
“That sounds like a great idea if you mean it. After living in Manhattan, can you live in a rural setting is the question.” I should have posed the same question to myself.
“I’ve had my share of war, and unpleasant characters to last a lifetime. My life has been threatened, and you know me, I don’t care about me. I don’t want anything to happen to you, Max and the boys.” His voice trails off and he’s staring out of a window overlooking a courtyard with a park and trees. I wished I could believe him.
One of his female employees is sitting outside smoking. He appears to be interested in her. I follow his gaze. She looks young. Long dark hair, tall with a slim figure. Probably his submissive. He likes to break the new ones in. He’s their Dominant. But he doesn’t have the disposition for it. They soon take over and is ordering him around controlling him. Then he has to let them go.
I focus on his words about not wanting anything to happen to Max, me, and the boys.
“What are you talking about Jonas? I hope you haven’t done something else stupid.” He turns away from the window with a jolt.
“No. Of course not. I’m just thinking about what would happen if I didn’t have Max and you in my life.” He pushes the chair from his desk and walks around to put his arms on my shoulders.
“I’ll walk you to the door.” He takes my hand. “Do you have your driver with you or do you need a cab? I can have my doorman call you a cab.”
“Brandon is outside waiting.” I can’t help but glance in Jonas’s eyes. Robert is right. You can’t really tell Jonas and Max apart. But I know he’s Jonas. Max is sure of himself and his surroundings. He walks erect with his head up, as if he owns the world. Not like Jonas, hunched over, his head bowed when he’s in trouble.
Jonas guides me through the hall, and to the entrance of the building. I get an uneasy feeling from Jonas. He’s nervous but then he has always been nervous. Fighting in Afghanistan, coming back and living on the streets of Seattle, doesn’t make for a calm solid citizen.
No matter how many expensive bespoke suits he dresses in, or how much money he has, or family connections to keep him anchored, he’s still a fragile young man sitting on the edge of a high rise building ready to jump.
I turn to him. “What is it Jonas? What’s bothering you?” He doesn’t answer me. His mind is far away. “Did you take you meds?”
“Of course. Now go home and don’t think about me. I’ll be okay.”
Jonas was right about one thing. Whatever happens to him, he’s okay, as long as he has Max to take care of him. But Max pulled away from him. He didn’t want Jonas to follow him to New York which he did anyway.
Standing at the door, I kissed Jonas on the cheek and he held me tight. The kind of embrace a child might give a mother when he’s in trouble.
But then, when is Jonas Blackstone not in trouble?
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Prologue
When I first met Maximillian Blackstone I thought it was the day I took an offer for employment at his hotel in Montana, when ours eyes, and then our bodies merged. He sauntered into the Millennium Lodge with his entourage, dressed in a tailored black suit, and black shirt with the collar opened displaying his taut chest. His stride slow and deliberate, taking in everyone around him with a hint of a smile. A handsome man if ever I saw one. His serious gaze with dark hooded eyes under those long full eyelashes concealing his exceptional green eyes, then connecting with mine.
However, I discovered it was earlier that I first crossed his path. I entered his orbit on the morning of my interview as he exited his Manhattan building. The impressive structure displayed large gold plated letters with Millennium written over the portico. When he strolled through the chrome glass door to his black limo our eyes connected for a moment as quick as a flash of lightening on a spring day. No warning. Just that fast, and then he disappeared into the limo and behind the black windows.
Passing him as I entered the building, in those seconds, I felt a pull weighing me down. It was a strange feeling, where I had to shake my head, then turning catching sight of his back entering his car. His short dark curly hair revealed a fresh haircut. His shoulders wide, with that black suit fitting impeccably close on his body. The suit not wearing him, but he, wearing the suit as if part of his skin. His long legs and expressive manicured hands stood out when he turned with his eyes acknowledging me, and those gold cufflinks catching the sun bouncing off and holding my eyes as he passed in those seconds.
I entered the glass doors hoping for a position at one of Blackstone’s companies. At the time I needed a job and I would accept anything they offered. I took the thirty-third floor to Max’s office building waiting for an interview, unaware my life would change. When I passed him and he glanced at me it was because he recognized his selection.
It’s all coming back to me. The folder held by the woman from HR with the black business suit, not so sensible shoes, and the blond hair, dropped on her desk important information about me, which was the key to my past and the key to my future.
A past of adoption, a past of homelessness, and fear. Fear of graduating from college and not having a job and a place to stay, and mounting school debt, which had sustained me through college because by now my sponsor had cut off my funds. When I accepted employment in Montana at Max’s swanky ski lodge, I had never been to that state, and never been on skis. I was anxious to get out of Brooklyn for a short time, so I accepted the position because of the outrageous money offered for a few months’ work.
But if they were giving it away, I said, “What the hell, I’ll take it.” I can learn to ski and pay some bills.
Off I flew and that was the day my life changed. I married Maximillian Blackstone after loads of drama, with the kind of drama and kinky stuff only found in movies. A marriage proposal from my birth mother’s husband, then the pregnancy, and finally a marriage proposal from Max, which I eagerly accepted because I loved him and I was tired of fighting him for custody of our son.
Unpredictable and exciting is just one reason I said, ‘I do take this man...’ I had never seen a man as handsome as my Max. I can see him now with his expensive Italian bespoke black suits and white shirts and ties. His shoes made just for his feet. Dark curly hair and those green eyes. Just thinking about him can bring me to a state of unequal sexual pleasure.
I didn’t really know this man and what he was capable of doing, and I still don’t, and he doesn’t know me. Does anyone really know anyone or what they are capable of?
All I desired at the time was to be in his arms and to have him make love to me in whatever manner suited him.
Chapter 1
Out of sheer boredom and curiosity, I reach for one of the local New York papers and read the headlines aloud while sipping a cup of coffee. “Socialite found bound, gagged, nude, and dead wearing handcuffs. She was discovered by her husband with her arms trussed over her head fastened to a white velvet headboard in her Park Avenue apartment. Nude and dead,” I repeated. Sounds like the first time I met Max when he deserted me and didn’t call. I felt dead when I thought I would never feel him inside of me ever again.
“A five hundred dollar light pink printed silk chiffon scarf tied neatly around her neck.” It escapes me why a reporter would put the price and description of the scarf. Am I missing something here?
Raising my head, looking around, shaking my head, and taking another sip of coffee, I continued reading.
“Her lover explained, ‘it was all a game,’ when the police questioned him. ‘Ask the husband, he knows, he was watching,’ quoted the lover. ‘His voice dry and matter of fact as if he was inconvenienced by my questioning,’ Detective Munro said during a press conference.”
“How is this news?” I threw the paper across the room. “Is that all they can write about? What’s news about a woman finding pleasure in having a lover and her husband watching them in bed?” I murmured to myself. What’s the world coming to?
Maybe it’s the dead part that people find distasteful and newsworthy.
Then a thought crossed my mind, this woman can be me in a few more years if I don’t do something besides wake up in the morning, get dress, and wait for Max to summon me. Maybe he’ll come tonight, maybe tomorrow, who knows. I’m a perfect candidate for the front page:
Wife of billionaire Maximillian Blackstone arrested for Flogging her naked lover and holding him as a Sex slave: “I haven’t had sex with my husband in months and my nerves were on edge. The sexiest man alive has traded me in for an even younger woman. I’m barely twenty-four, and because of lack of serious sex, and boredom, I found a lover I could handcuff to my bed and flog him senseless if he didn’t perform,” Mrs. Blackstone confessed to the detective. News at eleven.
That would make for great headlines if I had nothing to live for, but I do.
It’s raining in New York and I’m looking down on Central Park. What am I doing here anyway? It was my stupid idea to move here. I must be crazy. I convinced Max that I would be happier in a city. I see him during dinner when the children are awake, sometimes. After that, your guess is as good as mine when the next time he’ll show his face. And a gorgeous face at that. It has been two days since he came home and called. I know he has an apartment a block away that he uses for sleep. I promised him I wouldn’t cling. He has been under pressure with Charles making bids on his properties and he not wanting to sell.
After Max broke up my wedding to Charles, Charles hasn’t forgiven me or him.
I leaned forward looking out with my legs extended on the chaise lounge, trying to count all the people walking. The fog is rising obscuring my view. They’re little dots like ants.
I was happy when Max asked to marry me. I married him because I loved him and he understood my rebellious nature. I’m beginning to think that the only reason he married me was because of the children and he couldn’t accept losing me to Charles, or want anyone to have me.
He can be like that with people and things he desires—like his properties and me. I guess he considers me his property; me, the children, and the dog. He’s like a child with toys. He doesn’t want anyone to play with his toys, even though he will not play with them. He hides his favorite toy in the closet and maybe pulls it out when he tires of it or stumbles on it by mistake.
That reminds me, we’re running out of toys and lubricant, not for the children, but for us.
That’s me—Alexander Bishop Blackstone, his Dom for the day, wife for a lifetime, and who the hell knows what the next minute. All I know is he hasn’t been in me for a week. This coming from a man who likes to possess my mouth every day, initiate a light spanking, and give me hard penetration at least every other day, but now it has been months since we had old fashioned vanilla sex. And it’s been a month since he even mention the bondage thing, where he’s naked wearing a blindfold. Or is it me wearing a blindfold? I forget, it has been that long.
I feel like a caged bird. I want to fly. I turn and look and in scurries my little dog, and he jumps on my lap. He bought us a miniature dog, a Havanese, because he knew we would be left alone. It was Max’s way of giving us something to do to keep me and the children occupied. The poor little thing thinks I’m his mother. He has serious separation issues. I told Max that it was too soon to take it from his mother.
Max said, ‘Disappointments and pain was in everyone’s future.’ Just because he and Jonas lost their parents early is no reason to deny the puppy his experience with his mother. Max just looked at me with his dark brooding hooded eyes and said, ‘It is what it is. It’s done.’ What he meant by that is left to interpretation. I’d say he was back to his old controlling indifferent behavior.
The little puppy will probably have issues, like I have issues, and like Max and Jonas have issues. That reminds me I need to make an appointment to see a therapist. It was my idea to consult a sex therapist this time for me and Max. Our relationship is suffering because I had children. Max had this problem before. Something about seeing me as a mother instead of his sex partner.
The little dog is nuzzling up to me and sucking my finger. He thinks it’s his mother’s tit. I’d better feed him. The children will be getting up soon.
***
The rain stopped and the nanny took Maxim and our baby Jack short for Jackson out to the park to play with the other rich overprotected children. I’m surprised that Max even allowed it. He finally gave in when I explained to him that they would be misfits if they didn’t have time to play with children their own ages.
He suggested that we go back to his ranch in Montana where they could have horses and dogs. ‘Children learn a lot from animals,’ he had said. I wouldn’t hear of the idea and he brought in a lovely honey brown and white miniature puppy. I didn’t want the quiet of Montana because I felt that Max wanted to isolate me. We always had divergent opinions. He wanted a rural life, I wanted urban, and now never the twain shall meet.
Our personalities always clashed. I think now we are staying together because of the children. I hope not.
It’s time for Hava to go out. We both need fresh air. I grab a blue jean jacket and toss it over my shoulders to compliment my worn jeans and white tee shirt. I clutched the leash in my hands and tugged on it and the dog trailed behind, and when we were out the door, he scampered in front of me, heading for the elevator. It took time for the elevator to get to our floor because the penthouse is twenty-five floors up.
Max said that I should take our private elevator, but I squashed that idea. It was enough to have to isolate myself in this gigantic apartment building, but not see the few tenants that come through here, now that would be pure hell. So I opted for the elevator where I could at least meet someone. It has been months and still I get on the common elevator alone.
Finally the elevator stopped. I was full of anticipation. The door opened and all I saw was this gorgeous undeniable handsome man standing in front of me. He had on a pair of faded jeans and a white shirt and soft brown leather jacket. He was all of six two, with a wicked gaze and the bluest eyes. It was like looking into an endless ocean. His hair ruffled as if he passed his fingers through or some woman had raked her hands through it when they were in bed and he never bothered to comb it. He strutted to the side to make room for me. I smiled inward knowing what I could do to him.
I would handcuff him to his bed, sit on his face and take a hand full of that beautiful shiny black hair and yank all that long dark curly hair as he gave me an orgasm. Then I would have turned around and faced that hard dick, because by now it must be hard, and put my full mouth over his penis and sucked the come from his gorgeous body. I would leave him weak where he couldn’t move. Then we…I caught myself dreaming about that handsome man. Max was driving me crazy with his sexual neglect.
Max started me on this road to mind blowing sex and now that’s all I can think about.
Since I’ve been with Max, I find myself daydreaming about men. I gave a small smile and he shot me a nod, with a mischievous curl of his lip raising on the right of his face.
His smile lit up my body and made me feel alive. “Beautiful dog,” he said to me. I stepped into the elevator locked on his eyes and was caught by surprised by his strong soft and easy voice. It had a melody to it as if he could talk you to sleep. A bedroom voice.
“Yes, it’s a beautiful dog.” I was caught by surprise when I heard a woman’s voice. I looked to the side and near him with his wide chest and taut body hiding her, a woman about twenty stood punching the button incessantly to get the elevator to close.
“Something is wrong with this elevator. It always takes us to the top floor,” she said. He gave her a passive glance, her eyes lowered. “When are you going to get me a dog? I want one just like that,” she purred at him. And she stepped to the right side of the handsome man and grabbed his hand. I stood in front of them and I could feel his eyes trailing down my back causing chills to explode over me. I wanted to run but there was no place to go. Sweat accumulated under my arms, and warmth pooled between my legs.
I thought I was only attracted to Max but this man registered off the scale. “Do you live here?” he asked, his voice deep and sensual.
The pretty model who was about six feet looked him in the eyes and then her glance turned to me with contempt and she said, “Can’t you see she’s an employee. You are embarrassing her.”
I went along with the folly and the blond with the expensive clothes and Chanel purse. “I work for the Blackstone’s. I’m their sometime nanny and dog walker,” I said with a smirk. The model with the highly developed cheek bones, long legs, and skinny frame said, “See I told you.” And she felt very satisfied with herself.
When the door opened, I stepped out. I could feel those steel blue eyes ravishing me, I lowered my head, and his girlfriend trailed behind me. The doorman wasn’t sitting at his desk. He took his break early but the cameras were filming. I was glad he wasn’t sitting there because I didn’t want him to blow my cover by calling me Mrs. Blackstone.
I felt satisfied in my deception.
Opening the glass door, I made a sigh of relief after I got clear of that hot body. I put the dog down and the little dog stopped at a garbage basket to sniff it. That gave me the opportunity to turn my gaze to my left just slightly, catching sight of his confident alluring stride, his black limo parked at the curb and the driver standing near the open door. The model slid in and he looked my way and our eyes connected. I lowered my head trying not to be too obvious but I felt it and I know he did too. He smiled entering the limo, but that smile was for me, not the model.
I knew that look too well.
I couldn’t function for thinking about him. I took the dog to the park and watched his aimless pursuit of squirrels. Heading back home, down Park Avenue, I stopped off at the deli to buy Max a tin of caviar. He liked having a snack before dinner and wine. He needed his gold or crystal spoon to eat it along with roasted potatoes. I never could get use to those fish eggs.
“A five ounce tin of your finest Osetra caviar,” I said to Ralph.
“Sure thing. It just so happen we have it today, grade one golden,” he smiled pointing to the five hundred dollar tin of Russian caviar.
“Your employer makes you pick up his snack food?” I stiffened. I recognized the voice. It belonged to that impossible handsome man with the expensive jeans, expensive jacket, expensive white shirt, expensive shoes, expensive face, and expensive smile. I don’t know why he made me nervous but he did. Could it be because I was afraid that I could fall for him? The answer was a straight out yes. I could fall naked all over him and especially on that handsome face.
“I volunteered,” I said turning around meeting his sexy gaze with a raised eyebrow, and I turned back to Ralph who stood waiting patiently behind the counter and said, “Put it on the bill.”
“Sure thing,” Ralph said to me.
I spun around with a stern face looking him in his impossible blue eyes and said, “What are you doing, following me?” He didn’t answer for a moment. He looked at me from my feet on up and said, “I would follow you to the ends of the earth and then back again.” That did it. This was getting too strange.
“I don’t think we have any more to say to each other.” He just stared at me with a secretive smile which made him the second hottest man alive. After getting my package, I rushed out and he headed behind me.
He stood in front of me, “You know we recognize our own.” What did he mean by that? I asked myself. What did he recognize about me that I didn’t already know? That I was over sexed and didn’t know it until I met Max? That I was desperate for that feeling again and that I wasn’t getting any lately.
“I don’t know what you mean and you are wrong on all fronts if you think I know what you’re talking about,” I said to him and hurried along with my dog in my hand and my package in the other. He had me so nervous that I rushed to my apartment, nodded at the doorman who made his appearance and now was sitting behind his desk smiling at me.
“Hello Mrs. Blackstone. Nice weather we’re having.” Clearly he hadn’t seen the downpour and the gray skies that was signaling that summer was over. I looked around and there was no sign of my stalker. I rushed into the penthouse elevator at the far end of the lobby and hurriedly put my key and code in and slipped into the safety of my home.
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Below is an excerpt from my Blackstone series Book 3 “Submission To Black” which can be purchased at Barnes and Noble, I Tunes, Amazon, Kobo, Smashwords, All E Romance, and where all Ebooks are sold. Follow along for the next excerpt from Book 4 “Black Tie Affair” after which the final book in the series, book 5 “Mourning Becomes Black” will be published the first week of January, 2016.
Warning: The Blackstone books are erotic romance and for adults 18 and over. Enjoy.
Prologue
I had planned to surrender to Mr. Black’s wishes, raise the white flag, and marry him. I couldn’t stand one day more of being without my son and Mr. Black. I wanted to shout, “I submit. Take me and do what you will. I’m yours.” But something deep inside my soul made me feel empty like a river in a dry season.
“This is not me,” I murmured. This is not Alexander Bishop. I refused to be controlled by Max or any man.
I’d inadvertently stumbled into Maximilian Blackstone’s world of control, excess, and secrets, and I’d discovered that I’m not equipped to handle it all. I have no more energy to defy him. I’m heading in the direction of submission if I can’t find the will to control my urges for that devastatingly erotic, handsome man.
Chapter 1
Reaching and placing my head on Blake Scotto’s strong chest was automatic. I didn’t know why I did it. Maybe it was because his broad shoulders reminded me of my father’s comforting chest, which was always welcome when I was a child. I could count on it to soak up my tears when I fell off of my bike and skinned my knee and when I needed a good cry. Nevertheless, it was a mistake crying to another man when the incomparable Mr. Black was so close.
I learned that I had made a giant mistake when Blake placed his arms around me, cradling and pulling me into him. I felt his longing and desire, his heart beating like thunder breaking. I gave myself over to the warmth coursing through me, but this was not the time or place.
The jolt I felt wasn’t from Blake but was from Max’s presence—his green eyes glaring at me. I jerked around, surprised to see him standing in the doorway. I stepped out of the warmth of Blake’s arms into Max’s cold stare, which riveted my body.
“I hope that hiring you, Mr. Scotto, was not a mistake. You are supposed to find my son, and here I discover that you are seducing and kissing my wife.” Max stepped closer to me and placed his hand behind my neck. A chill leapt down my spine, settling in the small of my back. I wondered if he had used those large hands to strangle his fiancé. I pulled away. “I’m not your wife, and Blake wasn’t kissing me.”
“Then what the fuck was he doing?” he said, tilting his head to the right. Max took a defiant stance, opening his long legs to gain balance. His hooded eyes and creased brow displayed anger like a wolf showing his teeth before he pounced and attacked his prey.
“I can speak for myself, Alex,” Blake stated, moving farther away from me. Max didn’t wait for an explanation.
“She’s my fiancée, and you will address her either as Ms. Bishop or Ms. Blackstone. I didn’t employ you to—”
“Mr. Blackstone, you can dismiss me, but I came here to do a job, and you know there is no one better at this than me. All I’m concerned about is finding your son. This is not about me or Alex…Mrs. Blackstone.” Blake raised his hands and extended a folder, dropping it on the granite counter in front of Max. Before the folder hit the counter, I thought Max would hit him, or Blake would hit Max.
They stood glaring at each other until Blake opened the folder and said, “Look, these are copies of pictures from your surveillance cameras.” He lined them all up according to time and date. Among the many pictures appeared to be images of Max wearing a blue denim shirt, jeans, and boots, looking handsome and rugged. I’d never seen Max dressed casually. I peered at the photo, and the handsome hunk took my breath away. He was smiling and holding Maxim’s little hand. They looked so happy together. It was a Mayberry moment. Why hadn’t I seen that side of him before? But it wasn’t Max’s moment.
Max clutched the photo in one hand, his eyes drew tight, and he raked his fingers through his hair. “He’s my brother.” The pictures showed Jonas holding Maxim’s hand. Jonas had a fishing pole and a large backpack with camping gear strapped to his back.
Blake raised an eyebrow, bit his lip, and shot a hostile glanced at Max. “This information about a brother was concealed. Your staff never mentioned a brother,” Blake said, angry and confused. “We would have been further along if someone had said something, Mr. Blackstone. You people with your money and secrets.” I raised an eyebrow and peeked at Max’s face. He didn’t care for Blake, but he wouldn’t let his feelings cloud his judgment and interfere with Blake finding our son.
“They were instructed not to disclose that I had a brother,” Max said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “We’re identical twins. It was a business decision.” He met Blake’s eyes.
“Then how did you expect anyone to come to the right conclusions?”
“That’s why I hired you. You have a reputation. You can get to what matters without causing an uproar and making this into a circus, which would endanger my son’s life.”
Blake understood. It was a smart move.
“Do you know where he is?” Max stared into a cup of black coffee, twirling the spoon around the edges. He placed it on the counter, put the cup to his lips, and then drank. He raised his eyes.
“I think I know. Well, I have a good idea. There is a camping ground our father brought us to when we were children. There’s a stream nearby. That’s probably why Jonas had a fishing pole.”
“Do you think your son is in danger?”
“No. Of course not,” he said, his steely look disguising his concerns.
“Yes,” I said. Max cut a serious glance in my direction.
“Well?” Blake asked. “Is he or isn’t he in danger?” Blake’s stare went from me to Max.
I gazed at Max. “For God’s sake, Max, tell him about Jonas’s history.” Max lowered his head a moment and began explaining about his brother being a troubled child and a runaway as a teenager, his tour of duty in Afghanistan, his drug addictions after returning from the war, and his diagnosis of schizophrenia. He explained everything except Jonas’s sexual activities. Blake’s eyes moved with a disinterested glance, focusing on me and then Max, as if this was nothing new. He had an expression as if he had heard this a million times. It was boredom that lived within the policeman who had seen and heard too much.
“Mr. Blackstone, I need to go over information immediately with my men to ready them for the search.”
“My gear is ready. I’ll meet you near the pines in half an hour,” Max said, leaving the kitchen and walking in the direction of his bedroom. He dropped his cup of coffee in the butler’s pantry sink on his way out of the door.
I bounded behind Max. “I need to be there too,” I screamed.
He turned quickly, facing me. “And do what, Alex? Get in the way?” Max said. He turned his back to me, slipped off his robe, and walked into his closet. When he returned he had on a pair of worn jeans that made my heart flutter. He was shirtless and held his red-and-black lumberjack shirt in his hand. He wore a pair of outdoor boots, the kind you see in Field & Stream. When he put on his shirt, I nudged close to him and began buttoning it one button at a time. Looking down at me, he kissed my forehead and brought my face up with his hands so that I was gazing into his sad eyes. My need and desire for him rivaled anything I had felt before.
“I want to go, Max.”
“You can’t. The place is too rugged, and it’s mountainous.”
I pulled away. “How can Jonas subject a two-year-old to that type of environment?”
“We were that age when my father brought us out there. We survived in worse weather.”
“Yes, but he’s my son.”
“He’s a Blackstone, and I know what’s best for him.”
“Like leaving him with your brother?” I questioned, raising my voice. If anyone was listening, they could hear everything that was said.
“I didn’t know Jonas would be here,” Max said apologetically. “He must have flown down in my jet,” he continued, moving away from me. He paced to the window and stared out. His eyes focused on Blake and his men, standing in the open space steps away from the gathering of large pines.
Max turned with a jerk of his body.
“I’m leaving, Alex.” He walked out of the room with me following after him. When he stopped, he and I were standing outside, away from the pool and into the trees surrounding the property. Blake and his men waited for directions from Max. Van Horn had Max’s gear ready and handed it to him, and Blake and his men trekked after Max. Knowing that Blake was watching, Max turned and jogged back to me, grabbed me, planted a heated kiss on my lips. It felt as if it was a kiss to remember that he was the only man for me. It scared me.
He whispered into my ear, “When I bring our baby back, we’re going to make him a brother.” I looked at him with surprise. Doesn’t he know? Doesn’t he realize how I feel at this moment?
I had forgotten to call St. John and tell him that I had an emergency. Reaching for my smartphone in my pocket, I dialed frantically because I didn’t want to lose my position at his bank.
“Mr. St. John.”
“Yes, Alex.”
“I’m sorry, but I had an emergency, and this is the first chance I had to call you.”
“Nothing serious I hope.”
“It’s my son, but all is taken care of. Max…” I thought better than to include another man into my private affairs. Nevertheless, he was in some way involved.
“I should return to Seattle over the weekend and be able to start at your bank on Monday, if that’s OK?”
“If you need more time, Alex, just let me know. I will accommodate you.”
“Thanks, Mr. St. John.”
“I expect to spend more time with you in hopes that you will stop calling me ‘Mr. St. John.’”
I hit the off button. An alarming thought danced in my head. I had not planned to lead him on. I hope I can straighten it out before it goes too far. There was no way I could have a relationship with any other man with Mr. Black lurking around every corner. And since I was so in love with Max, I had been deaf, dumb, and blind—and unable—to view any man in the right perspective. My heart wanted what it wanted.
I was born to love Max. No other woman could endure his raw, erotic, sinful sexual pleasures.
Deep into my nightmare an ominous figure stood at the foot of the bed. My consciousness felt the presence of someone, and my eyes opened. I couldn’t read the expression on Max’s face. It was not one of panic, but then, he never panicked. He didn’t say a word, just stood looking at me. “What is it? Is our baby OK?”
“You have finally acknowledged that Maxim is my son as well. And yes, he’s fine.” A small smile crossed his lips. I jumped onto the floor.
“Well, Max, where is he?”
“He’s sound asleep in the first room to the right. You can access it through those doors.” He pointed. I glanced at the door that led to the room where Maxim slept and dashed into it. I leaned over him and saw that he was clutching a stuff animal. It looked like a small deer in his arms. Oh that’s great, Max. Give him Bambi as a child and then later, hand him a gun to shoot Bambi’s mother.
I crawled into the bed and draped my arm around him and kissed his forehead. He didn’t move. I looked up at Max. “Are you sure he’s OK? He’s so quiet and so still.” I touched his forehead. “No fever,” I murmured, glancing in Max’s direction.
Max laughed. “He had a long day, but if you’re concerned, I’ll call the pediatrician in to tend to him. He’ll give him a thorough checkup tomorrow. And you could use one as well.”
“Thank you, but I will see my own doctors. I’m going to lie here for a few minutes. When I leave this bed, I want to know what happened. Where is your brother?”
“He’s in the kitchen. He wants to see you and apologize for taking Maxim without notifying anyone.”
“I don’t know if I want to see him this soon. I still haven’t gotten over him masquerading as you and never saying anything to me.”
“He was just following orders. Blame me, not him.”
“Don’t worry; there is more than enough to spread around. You have to take responsibility for what has happened and what is happening to our relationship, if you can call it a relationship.”
“Alex…”
I shuddered when he put his hand on my shoulder. “I think we need to talk, but not here,” I said, staring up at Max.
I kissed Maxim one more time and rose from the bed. I walked back into Max’s bedroom and sat on the sofa, looking out into the wooded area. He sat near me and tried to hold my hands. My hands were cold, and he felt it when I pulled away. “You are so cold. Do you want me to start a fire?”
“No, I’m not going to be here long. If you can have your jet take me back to Seattle when Maxim wakes, I would appreciate it.”
“You’re planning to take Maxim with you? I can’t do that, Alex.”
“Clearly you see that he’s not safe around Jonas.”
“Jonas did nothing to harm Maxim. You have no reason to take my son.”
“You promised me that you would give me time to be with him,” I said in disbelief.
“That was until I realized the threat…”
“What threat? The only threat is the one with that out-of-control brother of yours…I have something to say to him.” I stood and headed straight for the door, but Max stopped me. He placed his hand over mine as I grasped the knob.
“Look at yourself.” I glanced down and all I was wearing was a revealing cami with string bikini underwear.
“I didn’t have time to pack anything. I just grabbed the nearest things and threw them into my bag.” I made an excuse for my erratic behavior.
“Here. Put this on.” He placed a robe over my shoulders. He stared into my eyes, and I met and held his gaze. His head moved to my breasts. He sucked one nipple, and he growled with enjoyment. My hand passed over his toned chest and abs. I was losing this battle and was close to surrender when I put reason in front of passion. I’m not getting anywhere with this stubborn man, I observed. “What’s the use?” I said, pulling away.
Eyeing him, I said, “What difference does it make to him what I have on? He has seen everything. It’s like locking the barn after the horses have gotten out.”
“I’m thinking about the servants. You’re to become my wife.” I placed my arms through the sleeves of the robe, tied the belt, and turned away. “That’s a little premature with the state of our relationship.” And I sauntered out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. When I turned to glance at Max, he was entering Maxim’s room.
It took only a moment to come face-to-face with Jonas. He caught me off guard because apparently he had expected me to be angry. My stunned eyes locked on his white T-shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up, the muscles in his arms betraying the hard body under his shirt; the tattoo on his hand, a small star between his thumb and finger, was visible. Now I could tell the difference in the two men. The details had escaped me. Why didn’t I see it before now? Because physically they are so alike. Only a mother would know, you idiot.
I appeared to be in shock at the gorgeous man standing before me with an incredible tattoo, making me salivate and wish his arms were encircling me. I gained composure of myself to prevent him from seeing how hot I thought he was.
“Before you say a word, Alex, I want to apologize for everything. I apologize for taking Maxim on that hike into the woods. He’s a Blackstone after all. We were raised on fishing, camping, and horseback riding in the wilderness.” Jonas’s apology was not a real apology.
“That’s an apology?” I said, gripping the side of the bar. “He’s a Bishop too. Is that all you want to apologize for? Because it was very immature and selfish to take a child out like that and not tell anyone.”
“I wasn’t thinking.”
“Precisely.”
“Now that we have broken the ice, have a cup of coffee with me. You may find something to like,” Jonas said, reaching for the coffeepot. He poured a cup of brewed coffee from the silver container. “You see, I’m not a bad person after all,” he said, flashing those green eyes and moving closer to me, causing chills to rise on my arms.
I stepped back, and he stepped closer. It appeared he knew the appeal he had over women, more so than Max. It was Max’s incredible sexual antics in bed that separated the two brothers in my experience.
I gazed into his eyes and saw the seduction that I was running away from, but I also saw a lost soul and someone yearning to be whole again. In Jonas’s eyes and the twitch of his lips, he appeared to be a nervous wreck, and although I felt his pain, I could not let my son fall into his hands again.
“Jonas, I have nothing against you, but I can’t forget how we met.”
“I can’t say that that was my finest hour. I didn’t know that you and Max were…”
“Yes, I know.” I cut him off because I didn’t want to relive that embarrassment again. That kind of embarrassment took a lifetime to wash away, and staying away from the person involved was the only way I knew to lessen the humiliation.
“I will be leaving soon and taking Maxim with me.”
“Did Max agree to allow you to take Maxim with you?” There goes that word again.
“He can’t allow me or prevent me from having Maxim.” At that moment my feelings concerning Jonas went from hot to cold.
“That is not exactly the truth. He has custody of him and he can do what he wants.”
“That is enough, Jonas. This is a conversation between me and Alex.” I didn’t hear Max enter the kitchen. He just stood silent until Jonas inadvertently informed me of Max’s intentions.
“It is now apparent that you are not going to give me your permission to take my son home with me.”
“This is his home, Alex.”
“His home is with his mother, wherever that is,” I said, turning to meet his angry, hooded eyes. “I am not a child, and I am not one of your acquisitions. I had nothing when I met you. I never wanted anything from you but my son. Now I realize that you will not compromise with me.” I felt weak throughout my body. “What would your mother say, Max?”
“She would say, ‘Take care of your son.’”
“Would she say, ‘Take your son from his mother’? The way you and Jonas were taken from her? Why do you think you and Jonas are so fucked up?” I saw the uneasiness and hurt cross their faces, and immediately I froze. I turned and ran into one of the bedrooms to call Charles St. John. Arguing with Max and Jonas would not get me anywhere, and staying around Max was getting too toxic.
After rushing out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, I searched for my phone.
“Charles. This is Alex. Can you send a plane for me?”
“I can do better than that. I’ll send my limo to Max’s estate in thirty minutes. It will take you to the airport to my private plane. You will be in Seattle soon.”
“Do you think it’s safe to take my son?”
“Alex, the only way to gain custody of your son is with a court order, and that’s impossible now.” I hit the off button on the phone and placed it on the bed.
I can’t marry Max, and I can’t be without my son. I dropped the robe and walked into the shower. The door opened, and Max stood behind me.
“What are you doing here?” I said loudly.
“You know that I get hot whenever you are around me.”
“How do I know that you are Max and not Jonas?”
His warm hands touched my breasts. He moved them down slowly and settled on my mound. “I see you are letting your hair grow the way I like it. Do you remember what I said to you when first we met?”
“Do you mean the fortuitous meeting?” His eyebrow arched. “Those are your words, not mine,” I said, throwing Max off guard.
“Well, if that is all you can remember, then what about this?” Max wrenched me into his arms, his hands cupping my breasts. His head lowered, biting my nipples hard. The pain excruciating and exciting and pleasurable, my nipples rose like cherries bursting into his mouth. The pain only heightened my arousal. He made the most erotic sounds as he sucked each nipple, one at a time. His hands reached for my clit, and his finger circled it until I was moist and panting for air.
His body’s motion, moving his hard penis into my mound and rubbing against my pubic hairs, excited me and aroused me.
Then my common sense took over. We hadn’t settled anything. It was like putting out a forest fire with a cup of water. “No, no, this is not going any further. You are using sex against me,” I said, pulling from his embrace and running naked from the shower.
“And you are using it against me by taking yourself from me when you know that I would do anything to have your body. Anything!” His dark gaze frightened me.
“If that is true, then let me—no, I will use your favorite word—allow me to have my son.”
“Only if I know that you will marry me.”
“I’m no liar. I don’t know.”
“I have compromised with you, Alex.”
“You call that a compromise when you have all the cards, and they are stacked against me. I would call that a coup.” I threw on a pair of jeans, a tee, and a leather jacket. I had my bag in my hand and set it at the door of Maxim’s room. I crept near his bed. I kneeled and kissed and hugged him. Then I walked out and picked up my bags with Max behind me.
“Where are you going, Alex?” he said, his demanding voice reaching a crescendo.
“Where I can be rid of you.”
“You will never be rid of me.” My glance fell on Max and then I notice Jonas entering the large room.
“I wouldn’t count on that,” I said, eyeing Jonas. I walked past Max and out the door on wobbly legs. My phone rang. It was St. John. I stood on the front entrance and answered the call.
“My car will be there in five minutes.”
“Thanks, Charles.” I walked down the stone stairs and stood outside in the cool mountain air. I felt the chill whip through my hair. I was not ready for this season of winter with Max. I had been use to a warm season. I had defied him and I would be in for the fight of my life.
Throwing my bag on my shoulder, I stopped farther down the path and looked back and saw both Jonas and Max staring at me as if I were a child that had threatened its parents with running away from home. Their expressions mirrored my father’s when I left home as a teen.
My father had sat on the porch and said, “See you at sundown. Mother and I will keep supper warm.” That was when I was sixteen, a rebellious teenager who loved her independence. The next time I saw my father, I was twenty-one and bringing Maxim home.
It had taken five years for me to face my parents. How long would it take to face Max and my son?
I looked up and saw a sleek black SUV rounding the corner. It had the appearance of an armored car. The driver instinctively knew it was me and pulled to the edge of the road, where a small stream and trees could be seen for miles. He came to a sudden stop, stepped out, and opened the door. “Ms. Bishop?”
“Yes.”
“I’m to take you to Mr. St. John’s private jet.”
“Thank you.” I stepped into the car, and he closed the door. Apprehension surrounded me, and I became lonely and afraid, as if I was that child of sixteen again, suddenly faced with the reality of my actions. But I couldn’t turn back, or my stubbornness wouldn’t let me.
A text message came across the screen:
Alex,
Y have you chosen to desert our son?
I can’t believe that u would word this text as if u were planning to use my actions against me. U made me an offer of marriage and insinuated that it was the only way that I could have my son.
It was the only way I knew to keep u.
You can’t keep me as if I am a business of yours. Even they go bankrupt if u don’t put something back into them. U can’t keep taking from me and expect me to love u.
What can I do, Alex?
Now? Nothing. The next move is up to me, not u. U have done enough to me.
Alex, that sounds like a threat.
Absolutely!
Alex, where r u and when r u coming back?
I’m not. And don’t try to find me.
My cameras picked up u climbing into St. John’s limo. I’m flying to Seattle now.
Who r u leaving Maxim with? Not that psycho brother of urs I hope.
Jonas is leaving for San Francisco tonight. He has an appearance to make. Maxim will stay with his governess. His mother has decided to desert him and his father.
U r horrible, Max. There is no use talking to u.
Alex, don’t leave me. We need u.
If I answered another text he would probably use it against me. He believed in scorched earth to get what he wanted. It appeared impossible to win with him. I loved him too much and I felt that he loved me the only way he knew how, but he could not see that he was tearing us apart. His need for family was great, and if I stayed around him, he would probably destroy both me and our son if I didn’t do something soon.
The chauffer handed off my bag to me, and I boarded the private jet at the private airfield. I spied two jets side by side. I arrived on Blackstone’s jet yesterday and I’m leaving on St. John’s jet today. What irony.
I handed my bag to the stewardess. “Hello, Ms. Bishop. Your cabin is ready if you would like to shower. The food and wine menu is on your desk, and your bed is available if you need a quick nap. If you have any questions, ring this buzzer.”
I glanced around, searching for answers, not the nearest exit, because if this jet crashed there was no way I could survive. “What am I getting myself into?” I mumbled in a fit of desperation.
Taking my seat, I looked around and spied the cabin where I could take a nap. I had entered into a world of billionaires, and the only way to fight a billionaire was with another billionaire. I finally accepted my plight. I had become the pawn in this chess game of rich, and influential kings.
Rachel E Rice 