Sure enough, at 1:00 PM, Arno, Benji and two brawny men who could easily moonlight as bouncers were on Marybeth's doorstep.Within ten minutes, the four of them had cleared her apartment of the ten boxes with her books and keepsakes, and three suitcases stuffed to the brim with all her clothes.Marybeth ran through her apartment one last time, making sure she hadn't left anything behind. Satisfied she had everything she'd need for the foreseeable future, she turned to Austin's men with a smile. "I think I'm done."Pointing at her laptop bag and purse, Benji asked, "May I?""Sure." Marybeth gladly handed over the items and locked up the place, before she followed the men down the hall to the elevators.When Arno offered to carry the case with her mom's acoustic guitar, Marybeth politely declined. It was her most cherished possession and the only link to a woman who'd discarded her like she meant so little.Phoebe Tyson picked it up for a song at a Waterfront flea market, but she never
It was an ambush. No, an intervention of some sort. Austin knew this as soon as he walked into the grand living room of his childhood home in Clarence Estate, and found not only his father, but also his aunt, Blake and Hadley, having a nice old chat over Earl Grey tea.Their nice old chat came to a screeching halt when Orlando dashed from his arms and ran straight to her grandfather's lap, screeching, "Gramps!" like the man was Santa Claus himself."There's my favourite granddaughter in the whole wide world!" Lukas cheered right back at her, his large arms enfolding her small frame in a warm embrace."What do you mean, Gramps?" Orlando asked, burying her face in his neck. "I'm your only granddaughter and your only grandchild.""That you are my button!" Lukas tapped her nose before she scrambled out of his grasp and showered her great aunt, soon-to-be aunt and uncle, with hugs and kisses while telling them all about her sleepover at Neli's."I'm hungry," she announced in the middle of
Austin found Orlando sniffling in the back seat, clutching her worn stuffed toy. He pulled her close to him, asking, "What's going on, Squeak? Why are we crying?"Orlando sobbed on his chest, "You're upset, and I didn't mean to make you mad!""You're right," he replied. "I am upset. But not with you, Squeak. Your aunt and great aunt did something unforgivable.""When they told me about the wedding?" Orlando shifted slightly and peered at him, her eyes moist with tears."Yes." Austin brushed her cheeks with his thumb and kissed her forehead. "I wanted to be the one to tell you. I wanted you to hear it from me first. I'm sorry you didn't.""Why didn't I come to the wedding, Daddy? Didn't you want me there? Does Ms Tyson not like me? Aunt Hadley said she doesn't want me—" And Orlando dissolved into another gut-wrenching round of fresh tears."Oh, Orly. That's not true at all," Austin said, gently patting her back until her cries eased into gentle whimpers."Let's stop at the promenade,"
"Well, well, well, Beth," Austin whistled as he opened the pots simmering on the stove one at a time. His eyes grew as big as a kid's at a candy store when he saw the saffron rice and chicken stir fry.Who would have known his new wife could cook?Wasn't she just full of surprises?But it was one thing for her food to smell tantalisingly delicious. The taste had to be phenomenal before he showered her with praise.So he grabbed a spoon and stole a quick bite. But one bite led to two, and before he knew it, he couldn't stop. The food was freaking delicious, better than their three-course wedding lunch at The Windmill Hotel. In fact, it was better than any meal Mrs Allan had ever made."I was right about you, Beth," he murmured as he dipped his spoon in the wok again."Daddy!" Orlando whispered, glaring at him when she caught him red-handed as he was about to shove a spoonful of stir-fry in his mouth. "That's terrible manners!""I'm sorry, Squeak," he mumbled guiltily as he pushed the f
While Austin was wheeling and dealing down the hall, Marybeth stirred to life, yelping when she found a tiny-sized human sitting on the floor, gawking at her.She'd taught tiny-sized humans for seven years, hung out with the lonely and bullied during breaks, and started a music band with a few on Wednesdays. She just never had one sit and stare at her while she slept, as if she was holding a seance or summoning something scary."What is it?" Austin dashed into the room, a puzzled frown creasing his brows.Marybeth pointed at the brown-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the floor. "I'm sorry. I opened my eyes, and she was just staring at me, and I freaked out because I wasn't expecting anyone.""Orlando, we've talked about this," Austin gently admonished the little girl. "You can't just sit there and watch people sleep.""But you said I shouldn't disturb her, and I was just making sure she doesn't have nightmares. I get nightmares when I'm in a new place," Orlando explained, her roseb
Marybeth had barely made it inside when she felt Austin's powerful arms on her, slamming her to the wall as he claimed her mouth in another torrid kiss. Within seconds, she was panting and purring his name again, the heat in her core, needing only one thing to get her out of her misery. As if he could see into her x-rated thoughts, Austin lowered his hands, pressing her firmly close to him as he sensually rubbed against her, the girth and length of his erection driving her wild with need."Tonight," he murmured."No!" Marybeth gasped, pushing him away, when she heard the faint sound of a door slamming shut somewhere in the house."Not tonight. Not ever!" she reiterated as she fixed her clothes.She returned to the living room in time to see Orlando walk down the hall in her unicorn onesie and matching slippers."I'm ready to set the table, Ms Tyson," she announced, showing off her clean hands.Marybeth gently patted her head, "Can you give me a second? But you can get started in the m
It wasn't one business meeting for Austin, but two.The first was with his lover—well, soon-to-be ex-lover—in Lavender Hills, a private estate on the edge of Pelican Surf.Benji drove into the underground parking of a modern, high-tech luxury apartment complex and parked in their usual spot. Arno offered to escort Austin upstairs, but he politely refused. Breakups were hard enough without an audience."I've got this," he assured his men as he left the car and dashed inside the building, stepping into the elevator just as an elderly couple was about to shut the doors.He reached the fifth floor too soon. Elektra answered his knock too quickly. The moment the front door banged in place, she was all over him like a bad case of poison ivy rash, kissing and undressing him."Stop it!" he growled, pushing her away from him."What's going on?" she asked in a small voice, hurt flickering in her eyes. Austin couldn't bring himself to feel bad for her, though. She knew when they signed their agr
"Jesus Christ!" Benji whispered in disbelief at the chaos in the room."He asked for it," was all Austin would say on the matter.Years ago, he declined to take over the security branch for this very reason. Reinforcing, collecting debts, and settling old scores often got bloody and messy. Blake, though, the ever bloodthirsty bastard, relished this side of the business.Arno stepped into the back office, looked through the safe and took exactly what was due to them, leaving the rest."Let's go," he said. "The cleanup crew is on the way.""At least the bastard went out with a bang," Austin mused, stepping over the bouncers' bodies. "Good thing we didn't interrupt his fuck fest."They left the same way they came. As they pulled away from Cruise Control, Austin took off his soiled jacket and dumped it beside him."Find the stripper," he told his men while he sent an urgent status update to his father and the consigliere about the mess with Amos."I'm on it," Benji replied.Half an hour l