Sharon had her breakfast in her room: black coffee,orange juice, a couple of rolls with black cherry jam.She may have slept badly but like she had already decided, it was nothing a careful make up job would be unable to hide.She made up and her make up hid most of the evidence of her bad night. She put on the clothes she had delibrately picked which was smoothly tailored dark grey suit, short jacket, straight skirt with a crisp white shirt under it, to make herself fade into the crowd, mostly men, in city suits who would be attending the conference.Even her auburn hair was pulled back austerely from her face but she could do little about her long legs in their sheer black stockings. Men always starred at them. a car was coming at eight-twenty to take Bryan and herself to the hotel where the conference would be held, so she left her room at eight- fifteen.Bryan appeared a moment later, elegant and formal in a dark city suit, red and white striped shirt with a stiff white collar an
'So is there any man in your life', Gerhard asked again as Sharon looked at him saying nothing but smiling.She shook her head.'Not at the moment. Have you met the girl of your dreams yet?'He laughed. 'I keep hoping, but so far not luck'.'Maybe you are too difficult to please!''I have been brought up to expect the best', he agreed with wry amusement. 'No doubt you are right but never mind, I enjoy my life. I'm free, single and love to mingle as they say'.'You still watch that program on TV?''All the time. When I work at home, I have the TV on the music program blaring, it helps me think and keeps with awake during long nights'.'I wonder how people managed before recorded music!'Sharon said thoughtfully.Gerhard told her how his parents had their own personal chamber orchestra.Sharon ate her salad slowly as she listened to him. She had just finished her salad when the delegates started moving away towards the conference hall. The conference was starting again in fifteen minutes'
Gerhard stood up as she got to him, kissed her on both cheeks gravely.'Thank you for joining me. All the men are going to envy me tonight, having you for a partner. That dress is very sexy and you look breathtaking in it'.'Thank you, Gerhard', she said sitting down, brushing down her filmy skirts as they hissed silkily around her legs.'Ehat would you have to drink?' he asked summoning the waiter.Remembering what happened with Bryan the previous evening, Sharon ordered a mixture of orange juice and mineral water and stayed off wine all evening.The meal was superb and Gerhard kept her continuously amused and it would have been a wonderful evening had she been unable to see Bryan's face from where she was sitting.By some stroke of bad luck, however, he was seated facing her, on the next table. She had to avoid letting her eyes wander that way or she found herself all too often looking straight at him.Everytime it happened, she felt a strange dizzying lurch, as though her sense of
Sharon looked at him with disgust. He's really got guts. Coming to drag her down for breakfast but she did not doubt that he would do it too. His arrogance was becoming intolerable.'Get your foot out of my door!''Are you trying to get me to lose my temper? Bryan ground out between his teeth.'What happens if you do?' she asked. ' Ate you going to turn into a monster and tear us into pieces?'He wasn't amused, a dark colour went round his face as he said coldly, 'Very funny'.On an impulse, she said, ' You were wrong about Gerhard you know. He was a gentleman all through the evening unlike some people I know'.Bryan laughed without humour. 'But that was because I got you out of there before the evening ended'. His gaze slid from her face to her neck, her shoulders and her breasts.His eyes flared with rage, 'If you had come back here with him in a taxi late at night, looking like that, he wouldn't have just seen you off to your door and said goodnight. That dress is an invitation to
The erotic shock of feeling his fingers in her wet self caused her to get away from him.'I must have been out if my mind', She said, ' I can't.....'She made for the light switch but Bryan caught up with her before she could reach it.'Don't run away from it now, Sharon', he said in a smoky voice, 'Not now that we've got this far. His arms went round her from behind, pulling her back against his half naked body and she shuddered as their flesh touched, skin to skin, the roughness of his hair, the masculinity of bone and muscle imposing themselves, making her conscious of her own femininity.'I should never have let you touch me', she said, as much to herself as to him, hating herself because she felt the undeniable rise of desire again.'You're not a virgin?' he murmured, kissing her neck, pressing himself against her.'What's that got to do with it? I don't just sleep with anyone....''I never supposed you did. I wouldn't want you if I thought that you had', he said and his hands co
When Sharon woke the next morning, Bryan was gone and she might almost have thought that she had dreamt the night before except that as she sat up in the bed, she saw a note a note lying on the pillow next to her and recognized his bold and distinctive handwriting.The message was brief, almost curt. 'Breakfast downstairs at seven forty five. B'.That was all it said. He hadn't even said good morning nor even signed with his name, just with an impersonal initial.There was no indication whatoever of the intimacy they had shared the previous night.She ran a fingerprint over the writing,as though she were touching him and felt her inside dissolve completely.She thought of Bryan and images of the memorable night they had ran through her mind and she trembled.She wished that he had stayed behind so that they could have had another session. She knew that if he had still been there, she would have thrown herself at him again. At least she would have been the one to initiate it this time
After sitting on the floor for so long and crying her heart out, she realised that she couldn't stay there all day. She had to go down to breakfast because he was capable of coming up to get her and she didn't want that- she didn't want him walking back into her bedroom. The very idea wanted to make her want to throw up again. She showered and put on a dark grey pleated skirt, a lemon shirt, a grey waist coat over that. She combed her auburn hair into an elegant French pleat and did her make up. Clipped neat silver earrings on her ears and the considered her reflection.She wanted to look businesslike, cool and remote.Bryan Ferdinand wasn't going to find any weakness in her today, never again in fact.She had lied to herself for so long, telling herself that she hated him while she was in fact carrying a torch for him. Last night, the torch had set her on fire but it had burnt out now, thankfully, all that was left was blackened earth and emptiness.Now she really did hate Bryan Fer
The drive to the conference hall this time was endless. Sharon wondered when it would come to an end. The venue was not far from their hotel but today, the distance seemed to have increased tremendously. The car was claustrophobic, stifling her and making her feel like screaming, shut up in it with Bryan. His body far too close, every movement he made tearing at her nerves and making her sweat.She was so tense that as they got out of the car to go into the conference, she caught her heel on the Kerb.Bryan put an arm around her to stop her from falling, and as their bodies touched,Sharon had that familiar dizzying sense of the world spinning round her.She pushed him away, trembling and as she did so, caught sight of a dark red graze on the side of his throat, just under his ear.Heat enveloped her as she realised what it was. She had bitten him last night in the last moments of their lovemaking. She hadn't realised that she was leaving such obvious marks. What if someone noticed, m
Sharon called Gabriel to know where he was and he told her that he was in her house getting the food.'Get enough brooth as well. Bryan has woken from the coma and would soon ask for food and the best thing for him at the moment is brooth or something liquid'.'What did you say? Did you say that Bryan is alive, as in woken from his coma?' he asked incredulously.'That is what I said and I am very happy. Hurry up and get here and I shall tell you all the juicy details'.Next, she called David.'Devon was here and boasted if how she had succeeded in killing Deborah. Was she really able to take her from under your care?''Of course not. She was here but though she threatened me and some others with both a knife and gun, before she could even see my goddaughter, she was surrounded and ran off. That must be when she came to the hospital to threaten you too. But how did it go over there? She definitely did not succeed for you to sound so confident'.'Bryan is awake. You can bring Deborah and
Devon got a hold of some good clothes and dressed herself respectably with sun shades and went into the hospital and asked the receptionist where Bryan's wards was. She did well to shed a few years and with her handkerchief,dappled her face as though cleaning the tears from her eyes.The receptionist had heard of the man and the misfortune that had befallen him, so she felt pity for the beautiful lady and gave her directions and Devon was very profuse in her thanks.Sharon had received a call earlier by her servants of Devon's visit and she thanked her stars that she had taken the right measures to protect her child especially when she heard the threats the servants suffered and how they had to lie to mislead Devon.'Let her go in search of us in Serville, the stupid girl', Sharon said and thanked them for their loyalty.She was shocked to see a lady come into the ward just as the doctors stepped out.She looked so different that Sharon did not recognize her at first. But that was unt
Devon went to Bryan's house and after careful survey, found out that both wife and children were not in the house. She came out fully to confront the servants whose loyalty was admirable. 'They travelled to Serville', they told her when they could no longer keep from speaking to her about their mistress and her daughter.'How can they go to Serville when Bryan is dying in the hospital?' she asked not believing a word they said. 'That was what we were told and who are we to doubt our mistress?'. She had threatened them with a knife and with the way her eyes were glinting, they were sure they were facing their eminent death but she changed her mind and left and when they spied from the window and saw that she had really gone, they heaved a sign of relief.The next thing they did was to call their mistress to intimate her that her premonition that Miss Devon was going to come to the house had been right and all that had transpired.Devon thought hard and decided to look in on David bef
When they got to the hospital, Sharon could not wait anymore. She was overtaken by an impatience brought on by desperation.She asked for directions to Bryan's ward and was shown the way to the place.As soon as she saw Bryan and with the cast on his neck, extending to his shoulders, she broke down in tears. Bryan was very pale and looked like he was not breathing and then there was this quinzy breath as though something was stuck in his respiratory system. He looked far worse than she had expected.She fell on her knees beside his bed weeping. Gabriel cautioned her to take it easy before she injured herself and the baby. She was inconsolable.'What will I do Gabriel? What if he does not survive this? Can you see the magnitude of the wound?'Gabriel nodded and though he was sceptical, he still offered words of consolation. 'You do not know that, do you? Someone the doctors have written off had eventually come to life or had you not heard of such scenarios?'Sharon had. David was a cas
Sharon could not believe what she had just heard.'What are you talking about doctor? That Devon escaped and she is on her way to this place as we speak and that she did what toy husband?''Ma'am, I'm sorry but you see we are really occupied and very busy at the moment. I just took the time to get in contact with you because I felt that you should know'.'What happened to my husband dammit!' she yelled panicking. If Bryan was fighting for his life, then who was going to love and protect them from the devilish Devon?'The doctor kept silent. He understood that she was speaking out of fright but he still did not take kindly to swearing especially by women.Sharon realised that whatever be the problem, it couldn't have been the doctor's fault and she should not let loose her frustrations on him. If she wanted to get more details, then she had to be more civil irrespective of her feelings and disposition.'I am sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you that way but you see, I am pregnant and a
Bryan got to the office and quickly got started with the work that had piled up for him. He normally didn't allow work to pile this way because he was really very diligent with his work but the past few days had been hectic, with him looking for his daughter and almost going insane with worry and fear.Afterwards, he went into David's office and was glad he met him because he was on his way out.'How are they now? How is Deborah coping with the situation? Hope she isn't having nightmares?' he asked anxiously. Deborah was his god daughter after all.'How did you know about the nightmares?' Bryan asked surprised at how knowledgeable he was though he did not have his own children yet.'It is just common sense. A child who goes through what she had been through will definitely have nightmares for a while till she totally forgets about the experience'.'She actually had nightmares last night and had to sleep with us because she refused to go back to her room out of fear'.' You will have
Deborah refused to go back to her room that night. She was too scared and had to sleep in the large bed with her parents.In the early hours of the morning, she started thrashing the bed. 'No, no I can't come with you. You are a wicked woman. You are not my aunt. My aunt can't be as scary as you. Go. No, don't touch me....'Sharon and Bryan woke immediately and were shaking her awake.'Dint touch me. You hands are filthy'.'Deborah! Hon! Wake, you are dreaming'.She opened her eyes and saw her parents. She was confused for a moment and then the words of her parents seemed to penetrate. 'Dream... nightmare'.She hugged her mother. Then she went over to rest on her father's body.'Dad, it was horrible. I thought it was actually happening'.'It's okay, forget about it, it was just a foolish nightmare'.'It might be a nightmare, dad but it was not foolish. Not at all'.'Do you still remember the dream?' Sharon asked.'I do and it scares me'.'Well maybe if you spoke about it, it will not
Deborah got better and every one was happy. She told of her experiences. How the aunt had playfully carried her. She had seen her at her mother's wedding and had felt that she was friend or family. She had offered to call someone to attend her but she had refused and carried her, playing with her and somehow had got her to consume some form of medicine that made her feel weak and unable to play or speak and then the aunt had carried her away to somewhere and that was all she recalled because anytime she woke she gave her something to make her fall asleep again.Sharon could just imagine. That was why there was never a sound to signify that they had been in the attic for a while.Knowing that for those five horrible days, Deborah had been starved of love and affection. Sharon and her husband showered her with so much love that she felt very happy again. Bryan did not spare his love at all. He was always with her reading to her and making her feel loved at at home again. Sharon had to
After eating the little she could, Deborah slept again. Sharon did not want to force her to eat more than she could at that stage so that she would not be sick.She ate a little herself because while watching her daughter, she realised that she was famished. She had barely eaten all through that day due to her anxiety over Deborah.She went to have her bath as Bryan came out from the study red eyed and looking very tired.She had never seen anything affect him this way and for him to show this little sign showed that he was not as composed and as confident as he wanted all to think.He really loved his daughter and it had given him quite a scare to find that it was possible for his decision to make him lose her. And he was still faced with making the right decision for all and it was eating him up.Sharon felt pity for him. It could not be that easy. It must be very burdensome on his shoulders having to choose between his own family and his half sister he had hoped to help and cure.