“She has drugs in her system, Mr. Sterling. I just got the report from her samples sent back to the hospital. It’s a little doze so it shouldn’t take long to wear off - roughly about 30 minutes give or take, but she ingested—”“She didn’t ‘ingest’ drugs, doctor, it was given to her and she didn’t take alcohol too. So, you can rule that one out as well!” I snapped at the doctor sent to examine Estera. And started to pace. “What kind of drug is it?” I asked in a more temperate tone.“Ketamine. If she didn’t ingest it that means it was mixed with water and she was injected with it,” she said and went to the side of the bed where Estera lay unconscious and started to examine her arm. I watched silently and saw when she paused for a long while examining a particular spot on Estera’s left arm. I went to stand on the other side of the bed, still watching her.“See this…” she said, and I knelt on the bed to have a closer look. “This tiny reddish spot here may have been where she was injected,
“I don’t want Brian, Evan. I don’t want any other man either! I didn’t go there to get hooked up I just needed a friend. You have no right to think the worst of me.”“Estera—”“Is that what you think that I want? A rich guy?” she asked and slightly drew back from me as she averted her eyes. I watched her lips tremble as if she could barely hold in her emotions.“No,” I replied, feeling like an ass.“Why did you say that to me, Evan?” she said, darting me a hurt-filled gaze.“I—”“So, you think whatever this is … this thing we have – is because of your money?” she said, and made an effort to pull completely away. I didn’t let her. I gripped her by the nape of her neck, making her gaze into my eyes.I didn’t make any attempt to mask my emotions. I wanted her to see what I was feeling in my eyes. And then I repeated firmly, “No.” “Why then did you say that to me, Evan?” She asked again with fresh tears streaming down her beautiful face.“I was out of line–-” I started to apologize“I wa
“Let me take care of you first, okay?” Evan whispered as he lowered me to the bed. The mere touch of his body against mine was making me breathless. The sensation generated by the touch of our skin was enough to drive me to climax. It felt that good. Evan was beautiful naked. And I just want the opportunity to touch him all over and take him in. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, rubbing my chest against his skin, not letting go even when my back was pressed to the mattress. Evan groaned and lifted me up again, sitting on his heels as he ran his open palms up and down my naked back. “You are driving me crazy, Estera,” he whispered against my left ear.“You, are driving me crazy,” I whispered back, pressing my lips to his jaw. He chuckled. “Give me room to touch you,” he said and the request sounded like a plea.“I want to touch you first,” I replied as I was peppering kisses to his throat and he tilted his head back to give me room. I could feel him throbbing under my bu
I have heard it was possible for couples to couple his way and I also knew he could get me pregnant too if he came inside me. But then I could feel him quivering from restraint, letting me know the amount of control he was exacting to be able to do that. I wanted him to go deeper and break my hymen and fuck me without holding back, knowing even though I was still technically a virgin but not entirely anymore since he was inside me. He obviously didn’t think so. But dear God it felt good and I could only imagine how glorious it would be if he went deeper. I felt the moment he was near release. And my arms tightened around his neck. He jerked in my tight embrace, and pulled out, dipping his cock in between my thighs making sure his velvety skin was stroking my clit then he made me sandwich my thighs against his cock and covered my lips with his in a fervent kiss, and then began to thrust in and out of the hole formed at the hilt of my thighs. My arousal fluid was enough that it lubricat
I woke up very early the following day, leaving Estera sleeping in my bed, and went back to the estate. I had earlier called Ms. Sophia, to let her know I would be coming to see her and was glad when she came to open the door as soon as I knocked. “Good Morning Mr. Sterling—” she greeted, looking worried and I noted how she looked behind me and to the parked car, evidently searching for Estera. I gave her a reassuring smile and asked if I could come inside. She opened the door wider, letting me in, and then shut the door behind me. “Mr. Sterling—” she said again, and I had to stop her. If she called me Mr. Sterling one more time, I was going to snap! I was nervous as hell and I just couldn’t fail at this mission. “Please, I am not here to speak with you as Mr. Evan Sterling,” I said as I moved closer to reach for her hands, holding them in mine and looking straight into her eyes. “I am here as a man in love; a man in love with your niece, and desperate for your consent to be with h
“Guess where I went…” I said, smiling down at her as she held my gaze in a lazy, sexy gaze.“Office?” She said. I chuckled. “I know I am a workaholic, baby, you need not rub it in, but it is the weekend, and I don’t normally work on weekends, except I choose to,” I said, brushing my lips down the bridge of her nose. “So, where did you go?” she asked in a soft tone. “To see your Aunt—”“Aunt Sophia?!” she exclaimed in a gasp, and her eyes darted in their sockets. I chuckled.“You should know, you ruin my reputation of being an unfeeling, but articulate jerk today—”“Aww… what did you do?” she asked, raising her hands to cup my jaw.“I told her the truth.”“And what is the truth, my darling?” she asked, and the way she said that with the warm glow in her eyes and a teasing smile tugging the corners of her well-kissed lips, made me feel all warm inside. How being with the right person could make everything different was quite magical. I have never imagined myself in a position like t
My time with her in Paris was the most beautiful I have ever spent on earth. It was hard, damned hard to stop myself at times from slipping deep inside her, and submitting to the euphoria she kindled in me, but I always stopped myself. I have no idea how, but I did it, time and time again day after day. The intimacy between us grew and it was almost as if we had been a couple for years.We did almost everything together and my favorite highlight of each day was the few minutes we spent having pillow talks, arguing over silly things before we cuddled and slept.“Why can’t I get a tattoo though? What do you have against it?”“Nothing! I just like your skin the way it is!”I could hardly envisage my life without her now and I abhorred the thought of returning to Charlestown. Because that meant a return to reality where we would be forced to live separate lives and sleep on separate beds miles apart.The night before we left Paris, I went out to get an engagement ring. I tried to keep it
Immediately after I entered the house, one of the maids told me my parents were waiting for me in my father's study. Wanting to get the suspense over with, I strode there not bothering to go and change. My mother was sitting on a leather couch by the side wall and my father was standing by the paneled glass wall. It became obvious how he found out I had just arrived. My mother rose to come and give me a welcoming hug, but I noticed she was avoiding meeting my gaze. My father didn't bother to acknowledge me. And even when he turned around he simply said, "How was your trip?""As expected, sir," I said, withdrawing from my mother after I had dropped a kiss on her forehead to hold my hands behind my back. A habit I had formed right from when I was little. Respecting my parents was automatic and the habit was now part of me. "Come, sit down, son," my mother urged. I frowned, reverting my eyes to her. My stomach clenched and now I could feel an unusual tension in the room. "It’s okay, m
“I do not want to hear about your sexual escapades, Evan Sterling!” she said through gritted teeth, still glowering at me. I made her widen her legs for me as I fit myself in between her legs. The dress she wore had ridden up, giving me the chance to place my hands over her naked thighs. “After you, I didn’t want anybody else. I was obsessed with making sure you stayed mine,” I said, stroking her naked thighs. Her eyes softened. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I had had time to think about my reactions, and now, I know when Edward showed me that video, I accepted it to be true as a result of my experience, but I walked to the chalet to get confirmation from you. But of course, you weren’t there, and I didn’t come after you because I was scared to confirm it. So, deep inside me when I accepted that you had fucked my father for money. I didn’t believe it. Otherwise, I would never have had sex with you when I saw you at Jacob’s bachelor’s party. For me to believe it, I
I felt Estera's hand slowly slip into mine as we drove through the Sterling Estate gate. I opened my hand wide, giving her room to interlace her fingers with mine. She leaned across from the passenger seat to rest her head against my shoulder and I stopped the car so I could reach for her. Cupping the side of her face, I made her lift and crane her neck to receive my kiss. I pressed my lips against her forehead then her lips. Kissing her slowly as if we have all the time in the world. She let out a shaky breath when I let her go, gazing lovingly into my eyes. "Don't be scared. Nothing or no one here can hurt you ever again. I need us both to put this to rest. We had an amazing time here, on this ground and I want us to take that back. Separate it from the nightmare that came after. I hate this place…." "Evan…" she whispered, raising her hand to cup my chin. I let out a soft chuckle. "I need to let him stay buried and not continue to hurt us…to hurt me. Please," I said. She nodde
Evan had prepared a special table for my aunt, his mother, and Mary Antoinette Dallas. My aunt—I could see–-had rescued Ashley and Ameera and had taken charge of our boys and when we approached the table I saw four men in black suits, hovering close to my aunt Sophia and the boys. I gave Evan a side glance but his eyes were held forward. Lowering my gaze, I saw how the men monitored the boys' every move and let out a sigh. Evan was quite serious about our children’s safety and with the look of it, it seemed he couldn’t even take a risk when they were with family. Mary Antoinette Dallas beamed at me. I gave her a warm smile, pretty glad the other woman was much better despite the ravaging chemo after her surgery. I had thought she might resent me a little when she found out about Evan’s duplicity in regards to his marriage to her but the woman took it in her stride. With Charlotte Sterling's help, she went back home to pay her last respite to her mother and bury the tortured soul. I h
I have indeed come a long way to be wearing a 30 million dollar diamond embellished bridal gown, and an equally sparkling tiara that contained about 2,000 tiny cut diamonds. I was almost afraid to move. But the very sight of the tall, broad-shouldered, handsome man, waiting with the bluest intense eyes in the front of the room drew me forward. Evan -- was breathtaking! He wore the traditional black tuxedo with a white undershirt but with a custom-made hand-printed silk scarf, knotted with two loops in the form of a bow tie around his collar. However, there was nothing traditional about the price tag. He went all out for this wedding anniversary slash renewal of wedding vows. My heart skipped a beat at the knowledge that this beautiful man was all mine and he loved me with all his heart and soul. The lighting of the cathedral was dimmed and as I moved the light shined off the diamonds, creating a wonderful sparkle. I let out a shaky breath and my aunt Sophia looped an arm to mine, l
I doubt anyone was as happy as I was to know Cole Foster was doing fine. Now I can breathe easily. Being without Estera and my boys these past few days has not been easy for me. I was constantly checking my phone and seemed impatient in my dealings.Edward's funeral was a private one. I had figured only my mother and I would be present with the minister, of course, and a few chosen staff, but then Estera's aunt had shown up. An act that got my mother pretty emotional.I never did pay much attention to the relationship between the two women in the past. I knew now they were closer than just an employer and employee and I was glad someone was there for my mother other than me. I figured Mary Antoinette would like to be present for her mother's funeral and had Antony buried immediately. I heard no one showed not even his employees. That showed the kind of man the fucker was. Aside from handling all the burial arrangements, I was also keeping taps on Gaius’ case. Estera’s parents’ lawyers
“I’m sorry … I should have known better and gotten help--” “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. I am just glad you weren’t taken from us—” “Please, tell me Doctor Benjamin and Doctor Rasheed got off unhurt,” he said. “They are fine — traumatized, but fine,” I replied. “Thank God. What happened to Edward Sterling?” “He died … the police killed him when they discovered their men weren’t responding to their radio call anymore.” “Shit. I tried to help them. He didn’t let me.” “You could have bled to death too if Evan hadn’t risked speaking with Edward to make him let you, Ashley and Ameera go.” “He must feel like hell … I know I would. Having a man like that as a father must be tough.” “He is happy you are alright—” I said. He sighed. “Where is he now?” “In Charlestown … helping his mother take care of Edward, Antony, and Anastasia Dallas’ burial arrangements--” “Shit! She didn’t make it?” “No…” “Her daughter?” “Mary Antoinette is responding to treatment, although she is
I stood back from the grave unable to contain the anguish filling me up inside. It was pretty intense and it felt like I was drowning in it. My eyes stayed glued to the name on the headstone although unseeing. I was completely blinded by tears.“Estera Roberts, I am so sorry for your loss…” a familiar voice said from my right and I raised my eyes to meet the older woman’s gaze. Mrs. Pincushion, my homeroom teacher, peered down at me with sorrow-filled eyes. A deep frown furrowed my eyebrows. Something doesn’t feel right. Why the hell would the petite woman be at this funeral? Wait… whose funeral is this?!”“Roberts?” Cole's familiar husky tone called me. I jerked my gaze away from Mrs. Pincushion and my eyes opened and I found myself in a dim-lit room. The beep--beep sound of the heart monitor reminded me I was in the hospital room, lying next to Cole on the bed. I sat up, rubbing my hands over my face.“Shit!” I muttered, realizing it was a mere dream. I let out a sigh. It was a no-b
The gunshot sounds weren’t coming from down the building but up, that was how I knew it must be from Edward’s ward. My heart pounded, hoping he hadn’t done something stupid to worsen his case. I had no idea where my mother was, but I knew she was in the building. I put a call through to her and her phone rang and rang but she didn’t answer. I clenched my jaw, finding my way up the flight of stairs. On getting to the floor before the one my father was on, I saw men in black trousers and white shirts with gun holsters around their waists gingerly going up the stairs. I assumed they were part of the men sent to watch Edward. “What’s going on up there?” I asked one. He threw me a hurried gaze and his eyes settled on my bandaged arm and shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here. This place is sealed we have a hostage situation—”“Is the aggressor Edward Sterling?” I asked. He stopped to give me his full attention. “I didn’t catch your name, sir?”“Evan … Evan Sterling,” I said. A deep frown fur
One of the kitchen staff brought them to my office shortly after. I thanked her and gave her a tip. Closing the door, I placed the food on the coffee table and went to make coffee for Evan, placing the mug beside his plate, I went to press a kiss to the side of his lips, placing a hand over his forehead to be certain he wasn't running a temperature. “Baby?” I called. “Mmm … love you waking me with a kiss,” he muttered. I giggled. “Get up, sleepy head, and come eat, so you can take your antibiotics.”“Yes, ma’am,” he said and got up, towering over me. Without heels, I was quite aware I must look like some midget beside him. He first went to plant kisses on the twins' forehead and cheeks, causing them to laugh before straightening his spine to gaze down at them with loving eyes. I reached for his good arm, urged him to the sofa, made him sit down and gestured to him to serve himself and eat. “Where did you get all these so early?” he asked.“Hospital food … but for the doctors,”