Waves pounded over my head as I dove deeper into the sea. I surfaced and looked around for that purple silk. "Olivia!" I shouted, my voice hardly making a sound over the waves. Taking a deep breath, I dove back under. My fingers caught on something stringy and loose. Hair. I opened my eyes under the water and saw Olivia suspended there. Wrapping my arms around her, I hauled her above the surface. "Come on, breathe!" I demanded, shaking her as I treaded water. Her head flopped to the side; eyes closed. She was unconscious. "Hang on, princess," I muttered. "I'm here."I kicked my legs out, propelling both of us to the shore. My back hit the sand, and I dragged Olivia from the water. I laid her flat on the sand and patted her cheek. She was so pale, her lips discolored. How long had she been under the water?"Come on," I urged, patting her cheek harder. I started CPR, pressing the heels of my hands hard into her chest. One, two, three, four, I pressed and pressed into her. "Come o
"Olivia," Ellis called my name. "I'm here," I assured him. I placed another cool cloth on his forehead. He mumbled something incoherent and tossed and turned in his delirium. I'd been watching over him all night, but his condition hadn't changed."Olivia," he called again. He lifted his hand like he wanted to reach for me. "Ellis," I replied. I grabbed his hand and squeezed. "I'm not leaving you."Just as the sun was rising over the ocean, bathing the room in bright, golden light, Ellis stopped mumbling and calling my name. It was like he finally settled into a peaceful sleep. I pulled the cloth from his head and checked his temperature. His fever was definitely coming down, but he wasn't back to normal yet. As I got a fresh cloth, I heard the doorbell ring. "Who could that be?" I wondered aloud. I put the fresh cloth on Ellis's forehead and I tucked the covers in around him so he was snug and comfortable. I didn't want to leave him, but the doorbell rang again and it didn't see
I swallowed hard, his tone nothing short of being a direct order. I got on my hands and knees, arms still shaking from my intense climax. Ellis got off the bed and searched the floor. He returned with a belt. "Let me see your hands," he ordered clearly and firmly. "Yes Master," I obeyed.I sat back, lifting my arms up obediently. He wrapped the belt around my wrists, securing it in a tight figure eight. Then he looped the strap around the headboard and buckled it in place. I had to support my weight on my knees as my arms were suspended from the leather binding on my wrist. "Much better," Ellis growled. I looked over my shoulder as he removed his clothes. My cheeks burned as he looked at me. He was standing at the end of the bed with a full view of my a*s. I was completely vulnerable and exposed, which was embarrassing and exciting all at the same time. Ellis crawled onto the bed on his knees. I could see his long, hardened shaft jutting straight out from his hips and
When Ellis had first brought me to the beachside estate, things between us had felt strained and awkward. Now, in the car driving back to the city, and reality, the air between us felt lighter. I felt much better about our future.Ellis reached across the seat, taking my hand, and raised his lips to it, kissing the back of it. I blushed and looked at my lap. "You know, while I was sick with the fever, I had the strangest dream," he announced. "Did you?" I asked. I glanced sideways at him and raised an eyebrow. "Yes. I distinctly remember someone promising that if I woke up, they'd be my girlfriend and stop keeping me at a distance," he said confidently."Uh… oh… well, that sounds like an interesting dream," I dismissed, thinking fast. I looked out the car window and slowly pulled my hand from his. Ellis chuckled, brushing my leg quickly before putting both hands back on the steering wheel. I watched out of the corner of my eye, keeping my head angled towards the window.
**Ellis POVI tightened my grip around Carl's fist, narrowing my eyes as he gaped at me. "Close your mouth, you look ridiculous," I snipped. Carl shook his head and pulled away from me. "What are you doing with my girl!?" he snapped. "YOUR girl?" Olivia asked. She stepped up to my side. I grinned, sliding my eyes sideways at her. She had her hands on her hips, glaring at Carl fiercely. "This… is she the reason you cut me off!?" Carl cried, pointing an accusing finger at Olivia. Pushing Carl's hand aside, I stepped between him and Olivia to keep him from pointing at her. "Misrepresenting the Peterson name is why I cut you off. The fact that you did so with Olivia's family was an unfortunate coincidence," I explained smoothly. Carl's hands clenched at his sides, his nostrils flared with each inhale and exhale snorted, and his face was red with rage. "You! My own father! You've stolen what belongs to me!" Carl hissed. I sighed and glanced over my shoulder at O
**Carl POVYeah, go home and wait for my dad to come home and send me halfway around the world. I wasn't about to let that happen!Olivia wouldn't be giving me any money now. She wasn't the only Richardson that I had a history with, though. Bethany would have the same access to that kind of money, but she would be a lot easier to control, as desperate as she was. I hailed a cab and pulled my phone out. Sliding in the back seat, I dialed Bethany's number. "What do you want?" Bethany asked when she answered. That was not the greeting I was hoping for. "Bethany, I've been missing you so much," I greeted, using the most charming tone I possibly could. "You dick! You can't be all over my sister, then call me up. I'm not your side piece and I sure as hell am not your sloppy seconds," Bethany hissed. Hey, she knew the deal when she signed up. When we'd been f*cking around behind Olivia's back all that time, she had no problems with it. Why all of a sudden were her panties
**Olivia POV"You know me, I don't do anything halfway," he purred, tickling me again with the rose. I plucked the flower from his hands so he couldn't keep torturing me with it. "But, for right now, go and mingle. I have my own rounds to make first," I said, a slight grin on my face. I brought the rose to my face and breathed in its delicious aroma. I curled my toes in my expensive Jimmy Choo's and bit my lower lip. "Very well. Remember you owe me a conversation tonight," he reminded me. He pinched my chin affectionately and stepped away. Air rushed into my lungs and the rest of the world came flooding back to me as he left. When I'd been staring at him, it was like the rest of the world had faded. Now, I was all too aware of the eyes on me. I hid my face in the rose again before glancing at some of my other party guests. Several women my age stared at me with varying glares and dropped jaws. I smiled and gave an innocent wave, causing a few to huff and turn up their nos
As my parents went after Bethany, I decided not to return inside the venue, with many guests whispering and pointing, so I headed directly to the gardens.The venue had a beautiful terrace with a large fountain, soft spotlights, and many flowers blooming in every color. I sat on the edge of the fountain – made of white marble with two lovers dancing sensually. Water poured from their fingertips.I pulled out my phone and messaged Ellis. 'If you want an answer to the question you've been waiting for, you'll find me in the gardens.'While I waited, I flicked the fountain water with my fingers, watching the ripples lap against the ankles of the dancers. Music from the venue pumped out into the garden, muffled a little by the distance.A few moments later, a hand rested on my shoulder and a warm breath tickled the back of my neck. I smelled his cologne and closed my eyes, feeling intoxicated and hazy from his scent. His hand moved to my neck, thumb on the back and fingers curling l
Ellis POVI sat in the executive chair in the office, getting work done as well as I could under the circumstances. Even with the new legal troubles, some things never changed. “And tell them if they don’t they will have to answer to me,” I said. “Got it,” my project manager, William, said, looking a little shaken. Handling contractors came with the job, and was mostly a matter of patience, and being commanding. Much the same as handling a child having a tantrum. I relaxed a little as the call went away, taking more of the immediate problems with it. There were other problems hanging over my head that I didn’t like to think about. A little annoyed and very tired I loosen my tie, which had come to feel like a noose. After the house arrest, theoretical as it might have been, I hardly wore one anymore.I felt Olivia’s absence in my chest, like a weight. One I tried to lighten with another drink. Sipping lightly from the tumbler of rum, careful not to get drunk. I wanted to be alert
**Olivia POVI woke up still groggy, the world going from a dark blur to a light blur. Everything that had happened slowly rearranged itself in my mind.Pain came back along with the memories, if in a reduced form. With a wince, my head turned just right, and I saw Ellis seated by the bed, where he’d always been before getting arrested and would always be if I had anything to say about it.Ellis looked troubled, something I rarely saw. He was always so capable and in control of himself if not the situation. I reached out to him instinctively, and Ellis took it tenderly.“Can you be here?”“Of course,” he said.“No, I mean your house arrest.”“That is taken care of. Even if it wasn’t, I think this counts as compassionate grounds.”I relaxed a little, letting out a breath. Then I remembered what happened with the baby.“How is she?” I asked.He squeezed my hand, letting me know something was wrong, no matter what he might say.“She will be fine,” he said, “I’ll take you to the NICU to se
**Olivia POVI’d always heard bad things about hospital food. Fortunately, this proved not to be true. Everything Amber brought was great. I started to feel stronger just from the diet alone.If it wasn’t for hospital policy, I probably could have walked on our twice daily outings onto the hospital grounds. The baby seemed better too, moving even more than before.I started to suspect Nurse Anderson might have cooked the meals at home and smuggled them onto the hospital plates.I was near the end of my bacon and eggs, when a familiar face peeked in through the door.“Mom!?” I asked, more delighted to see her than I had words to say.“Hey, baby.”Mom came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she used to do when I was little and feeling sick.“Me or her?” I asked, patting my belly.“Both of you, really,” mom said with a rare smile.Mom put her hand on my belly and felt it as the baby moved again.“Hello, little one, it’s Grandma.”I was surprised to hear her use the term. Something
**Ellis POVI paced the hallway, resisting the urge to hit something. The control I showed in most situations was carefully built up over years. There were times I worried about Ken and his potential impulse control. Then again his mother was so patient and gentle, except when truly riled, it could be her genetics that might win out. I went to the door again, just to see if I could hear what was being said. The wood was too thick and all I could hear was muffled hums. “You know you could just go in right? You’re on the list.”Spinning on my heel, resisting the urge to yell in fright, I saw Nurse Anderson with a food tray. “I can’t actually.”“Why? Is the door locked?” she asked, testing the knob. “Yes, but that is not the biggest problem.” “Oh, how so?” Nurse Anderson asked. “It was locked from the inside,” I said.“Yes, that is how it works.” “By someone else, on purpose I mean.” “Who?” “Some Fed, I think he said his name was Smiley.” “Agent Smiley?” Nurse An
**Olivia POV Ken came out of nowhere. The only warning of his arrival, an excited shout echoed down the hall. He still hadn’t got the hang of his ‘inside voice.’ Like a shot he was in the room, shattering the quiet solitude. I couldn’t have been happier. Kevin was more subtle, coming in behind and waiting to be beckoned before coming forward. There was something about hospitals that made him less than comfortable. “Mommy,” Ken cried, up on the bed like a shot. “Hey, baby,” I said, as he took me in a near-choking hug. “Hi,” Kevin said, quietly, keeping his wheelchair near the door.. “Get over here,” I said. Kevin came up beside the bed, not needing to be told twice. From my bed I hugged Ken and held Kevin’s hand tightly, tears started to roll with little choice. “Mommy?” Ken asked. “Happy tears, baby,” I said. “Oh.” The room felt smaller all of the sudden and all I wanted to do was go outside with my boys. Pressing the button to page her, Amber appeared in no
**Olivia POV Day came again even as I was sitting on the plane back to New York. It had been a dream, and Ellis was still there, looking deeply worried. “How are you doing?” he asked with a smile that once melted me. “Fine and only getting better. As soon as the doctor gives me the all clear I’m going home with Ken.” “Ken is at home,” Ellis said. “Not your home, my home,” I said. I could see the words cut deep, and almost felt sorry for him. Second thoughts were just coming up when the doctor came in, his expression grim.I instinctively reached for Ellis’s hand. Bad news no doubt on the horizon. “It can’t be that bad,” Ellis and I blurted at once. “It can actually,” the doctor said, looking at the chart. “How so?” Ellis butted in. It didn’t really concern him anymore, but he was the sort to think he needed to be the center of attention in any situation. He must have been a joy at funerals. “You are severely dehydrated, Mrs. Peterson. The amniotic fluid is mu
**Ellis POVI held her hand in the back of the ambulance, never letting her go again if I had anything to do about it. I had gotten far too close to losing her. “We’ll be there soon,” I said, minding the volume. She flinched at the smallest noise if it was unexpected. God only knew what the sick f*cks had done to her, and it was best not to think about it. Anytime I did, the urge to kill them rose. I didn't want to kill Carl, no matter how much of a f*ck up he was.No matter what he did he was still my son. People like us had other ways to deal with our kids when they got off the track. Military service was one popular option, as well as “career opportunities” in another country. Olivia stayed silent, her head lolling to the left before she closed her eyes. “Everyone is excited to see you again,’ I tried, “especially Ken and Kevin.”Olivia winched at the mention of their names. It was probably a touchy subject, after she’d been away for so long, not sure if she’d ever get ba
**Olivia POV“How are you doing, honey?” I asked, rubbing my belly. The baby didn’t move, but she could have been asleep. Apparently, they did that a lot. Resting up for the rest of their life. Bethany and Carl were down there for a few hours. Mostly quiet but with the occasional argument. Things shifted and I heard steps coming towards the attic. I held my breath hoping everything would be okay. I wasn’t sure I’d done the lock up right, and hoped they wouldn’t notice if they came back. It would be an obvious sign of what I’d done, and the punishment could be awful. There was no telling what Bethany might do. She could be merciful and just break my ankles. Or my wrists, to stop me from getting the lock picked again. It would make Ellis really mad, but it didn’t sound like they were planning to stay around, after everything. The clock clicked open, making me flinch and the baby move. I nearly cried to feel her again but had to hold it together. If we were going to get out of
**Olivia POVI felt a thrilling chill run over my body and the baby moved in response, celebrating in my womb. The door was open and we were close to freedom. I rubbed my belly, calming her down. I would need all my focus for the next part. Carl and Bethany could have been back at any time, and I had to be gone before then if there was going to be any chance of getting back to the boys and Ellis tonight. I cracked the door open slowly and I listened to the deafening silence. All was dark but I could just make out the staircase below the door. There was no light from below, so I had to try to get down blind. A little at a time, always sure to hold something, down I climbed. Getting one foot down on the stairs and then the other. Holding the sides of the steps in a death-grip, I finally reached solid ground. The floorboards down below creaking like the ones up above. There was another door at the base of the steps and my heart sank to think that I might have to work to pick another l