She glares at me from her seat across the den, I open my mouth to reply her but just then a vibration goes off in my pants pocket. It is my phone. I grab it, and looking at the screen, it is an unsaved number. Unknown. I look at the hot glare on Sheryl's face as she watches me with palpable hatred. Hernandez bursts into the room, he has set up a makeshift investigation room in the guestroom adjacent to the den, and he tracks my phone for every single call. He must have seen the call come in. Abbie is behind him and a third guy who is with Hernandez, whose name I have not bothered to know in the chaos since yesterday. Sheryl looks behind her and I see the panic cross her eyes for a second. "That would be him, right?" I point the ringing phone to Hernandez. "Should be. It is almost twenty four hours after." He says coolly. Abbie nods at me and the third guy pulls out a recording device with earpieces which he passes around to Hernandez and Abbie. Then he walks out of the room back to
Amelia POV:"Mom?" Tyler's face falls, and his tone goes from the anger of a few seconds ago to confusion. He turns away so I can't see his face, though the phone speaker is still loud, he wanted me to hear him taunt Linc and when I heard his voice, though dominating and resonant like I remember him to be, it broke my heart into a million pieces. I imagined that this would be the last time I hear his voice and if Tyler didn't have me gagged with a dirty piece of rag, I would have screamed my lungs out so Linc can hear me on the other side. "Tyler! What is this? What are you doing? Why...?" The woman's voice breaks out into a loud sob. I cringe from the heartwrenching sound. "Mom, what the fuck are you doing there? Did Linc bring you here? Why are you here? What the fuck is going on?" Tyler huffs down the line. His neck gets splotchy when he is angry, it is currently turning a shade of violent red. I try to make myself invisible in the high ceilinged room so he doesn't turn this an
With the morning light, I am able to see that he brought us to an abandoned warehouse. It is huge and feels almost cavernous. The windows are high and off to the far end of the space, there are tall stacks of long forgotten boxes containing God knows what."Mom?" Tyler calls, his mother has gone silent on the other end. We hear only her breathing. I know Linc is with her and I strain against the gag in my throat, it is futile. I can't make a sound. I know I shouldn't but I feel desperate. I don't want to die without hearing Linc's voice one more time. I don't want to leave him without speaking to him one last time. I don't know where the death thoughts come from, but listening to unstable Tyler talk to his mother and the awful suspicious silence on her end, I get a bad feeling in the pits of my stomach. "Tyler, honey, we need to talk about that again. But please you will have to let Amelia go first. I am so sorry, I think I might have misled you." Her quiet regretful sob choked voic
"Our history didn't end well and I was bitter." Sheryl says, her voice shaky, she looks out the window as Hernandez drives smoothly, following the midnight black car in front of us, expertly weaving through the midday traffic of the city. It is bright outside but in my head, it could be midnight. "That was over twenty years ago, Sheryl. You cheated on me and you are still mad I didn't take you back?" I ask incredulously. She refuses to look at me. It is true that I and Sheryl dated for a couple of months during our freshman year in college. It was intense as young love usually was. We were young and wild. She was clingy and needy, the perfect Nineteen year old girlfriend for a twenty year old boy. We believed ourselves to be soulmates. I don't credit our fallout to just Sheryl alone, I played a part, I have come to accept that over the years. I wasn't in the best of headspace in those days. Maybe I should have listened to her. Maybe I could handled it more maturely than I did. All
I guess I already knew the answer to my question from the moment I picked up Tyler's call and the first thing he called me was 'father' in that taunting tone of his. I suspected this. Some parts of me knew it. But because of its absurdity, I shoved it to the back of my mind. I refused to dwell on it. In my head, it simply couldn't be. I refused to acknowledge it. But the evidence is currently avoiding my eyes. Face downturned in shame. I can't believe it. The car rolls down a smooth abandoned road quietly, cut off from the hustle and bustle of the main city roads, I can't tell where we are but I know it must be the suburbs or some inner part of the city. Sheryl and I both remain silent and my rage stews in the uncomfortable silence. This is unforgivable. All this madness and it was all for a lie. For both mother and son's sake, I really hope Amelia is unhurt. I really hope I get her back untouched and with as less trauma from the experience as possible. I can't promise what I would
"Get up, Sheryl. There is nothing I can do for you at the moment." I say and turn to Hernandez in the driver's seat."You think that is it?" "Yes. Abbie and the three guys with her would surround the building, we don't know if he is harmed or not. Also if he is alone or not. They will check if there are other entrance points and signal to me. What is the plan, Mr. Dmitri? I know we are keeping this as quiet as possible. Do you want him captured or...?" Hernandez looks behind to see Sheryl on her knees and trails off. Sheryl whips her head up at him in panic, she looks at me, I look away. "Just get Amelia out of there safe and sound. That is all that matters to me." I say watching Abbie and the men come out of their vehicle ahead of us, their weeapons are properly concealed and they look almost inconspicuous in rheir black leather clothings. Hernandez nods. "Linc! Please!" Sheryl cries.I can't stand being in the car with her anymore. I am thrumming with nerves as I watch Abbie sign
I see Hernandez and a hard faced woman walk into the room, guns out as they scan the room with it, other men in black leathers crowd the room, I take it all in like in a daze. My brain is too tired to follow everything logically. Linc drops to his knees in front of me and his hands cup my face gingerly, yet I wince in pain at the contact, I look at him numbly, his eyes are wet, I want to touch his face to make sure it is the Linc I know and love. That man doesn't cry. He is a solid unshakable rock. I have never seen him look this vulnerable. It tugs at my heartstrings. "Amelia. I am so sorry." He says, his gravelly baritone washes over me and I shut my eyes to savour the feel of it. It is not real. I am experiencing some kind of hypnosis due to my weak body. I can't fathom how he would be here to rescue me when I genuinely believed I was going to die here. Alone. "Linc?" I whisper, he is cutting away at the tight binds arond my ankles with a small sharp knife, his tears fall freely
"Yes. Trust me." He says. "Okay. Thank you. She took the worst of it." I try to sit up but my body is heavy, like I weigh a thousand pounds. My head is heavy too. Dull. I look around the sparsely decorated hospital room, it is spacious enough for two beds. "I know and I can't apologise to her enough. I doubt I will ever make it up to her. Or you." Linc says looking away from me for a second. I see the regret pronounced on his face so clearly, it tugs at my heart. "Can I see her? I want to see her." I don't know how I would do it, but I intend on walking down to her room right now. My body just refuses to cooperate. But I will go see her even if I have to wrestle with my weak body. "Are you sure?" Linc asks with a raised brow. I do a double take at his face, he looks ruggedly handsome. The man can pull of anything. Even extreme stress. How is he middle aged with that spotless face? "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks, no trace of teasing in his tone. He is too far insid
The door swings open and Ashley walks in, she comes straight to where I am perched in the middle of the room in my expensive wedding dress that costs seven figures, designed by a top rated designer to flatter my body and make me look unreal. It was unspoken but also to make my tiny pregnant bulge not very visible. And it is perfect. I feel like a fairy in the low V-neck, long sleeved, ankle length gown made with sheer lace, embroidered with real diamonds along my silhouette. I feel pretty. "Are you okay?" She asks.I shake my head. I am far from okay. My life is a fairytale and I can't seem to snap to reality. We are having the wedding in a quaint countryside ranch in the south of France, magical and ethereal. How can I be okay? It is a small wedding. When I say small, I mean it is just Linc and I, Ashley and Dylan, Chris who is Linc's best friend who I am just meeting who happens to be a very jovial man with a wicked sense of humour, his girlfriend, a french model whose name was so
I am alone in the bed. But Linc's scent lingers in the pillows, sheets, my senses. His side of the bed is warm. I can tell he just left. But to where? It is still Sunday right? I look around for my phone, it is six p.m in the evening of the same day so he didn't go to work. My bladder pushes all the other thoughts from my head as I make to get up and go pee. After peeing, I look at myself in the mirror and I find that I can't quite recognise the woman looking back at me. Sensual and free. My eyes are glazed and it is not because of sleep. Wild and sated. My hair is a tousled mess atop my head, hanging loosely down to frame my breasts. Linc had left me multiple hickeys. On my neck, clavicle, shoulder, breasts, everywhere I look, he is there, he has claimed me in ways that I could never detach from. It is not our first time but something about the selfless way he pleasured my body till I came, felt different, new and exhilarating. I need him to come back from wherever he went to immed
I skip over her waiting flesh, the clean trim of her pussy, the little triangle of golden hair, I kiss her inner thighs, raising them up for easy access to the feast I am about to have. Amelia quakes in my arms, I can't help the cocky smirk that comes on my face. We are only just getting started, my love. I give her a little bite around her smooth bikini line and she shivers, the sound of her breathing is audible. Quicker. Shallower. I am positioned in between her thighs and I look up, holding her eyes. "Look at me, my love. I want you to watch me as I worship you." I say, my voice is raspy and endlessly choked full with emotions that overwhelm me. Her scent is in my head, clouding my senses, holding me captive, I am hers, forever. "Linc." She only breathes in response. Waiting. Hunger. Writhing. Arching. Pleading. Wanting. I lean down and run the pointed tip of my tongue through her slick pussy folds, maintaining eye contact, enjoying the rapturous look of pleasure stretching her
Linc Dmitri POV::I kiss her like she was life itself. She is my life. She is my everything. She just made me sob like a child with the heartwrenching news that she was pregnant. Never have I ever been that overwhelmed. Completely caught off guard. I am going to be a father at forty four. Amelia, my girl, my precious little love, she is going to make me a father. It is hardly believable, I can't seem to fully come to terms with it. When I turned forty, I kind of stopped bothering about the whole heir thing. I figured I would just pass down most of my wealth to charity and the other half to her, even if she wasn't in my life anymore. I reviewed my will a few months ago, before I even called her to come back to New York, I reviewed my will and made her the part beneficiary of my entire wealth. That was the extent of my loyal affection for her. I was never going to let her struggle for anything. And then she returned and we gave in to this beautiful fire that was our relationship and I
"What?" "What?" Linc's voice overshadows Ashley's. I look away from the intensity of his eyes burning into me. My heart is beating hard and fast. I am not scared or worried, I am a lot of things. A lot of bubbling emotions and I start crying again. It is definitely the hormones. The test I did didn't say how far along I was, just that I was pregnant. Positive. "When did you find out?" Linc is in front of me. Hovering above me. He is all I see through my tears, he places his hands on my cheek gently, softly, like I was a feather he could blow away easily, like I was fragile and he was scared of hurting me, I am crying too hard to talk and he just quietly swipes away the tears, cradling my face with so much affection, the tears would not stop falling. "Yesterday night." I manage to say through my tears. He pulls me close and I get lost inside him. His huge hard body engulfs mine and I look at Ashley, her face is wet again and she is trying to wipe her face clean, she pats down my ha
"I knew her through Trent. We paid her a condolences visit and help her out with little things occasionally." Ashley says and I realise that I asked her the question out loud. She is telling me her connection with Sheryl and it only makes the sense of dread tighten in the coil of my empty belly. "I pay her a visit every Thursday to check in on how she was doing. When I got there this week, she was drunk and started sobbing uncontrollably about revenge and all sorts of things I couldn't follow till she brought out the phone and showed me the video. She said she was going to share it since, but hadn't found the courage to. She was an emotional grieving mess. It was sad to watch. I stayed with her till she fell asleep and I took the phone and deleted it from the cloud it was saved on. When she wakes up and finds it gone, she might believe she did it herself when she was drunk or whatever. I went to your place that night but you weren't around. I expected to see you in class the next day
Amelia POV::I hear the knock at the door but I don't move. I don't know when I slept off last night, and when I open my eyes to see that it is morning, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I did not move even then, not even to go pee or brush my mouth. And now with that persistent knocking, I remain inert. I didn't order anything and I am not expecting anyone so maybe it is a neighbour's guest at the wrong door. I am not bothered to go check it out. They would leave when they figure it out. My entire world is spinning and I can't seem to get a grip. A thousand thoughts rush through my mind and none is comforting. I am hot and cold at the same time and I am hungry but incredibly nauseous and sensitive to the faintest smell. I couldn't keep anything down if I tried. I sit up suddenly, alarmed by the unmistakable click of the door and then it is open and I hear that familiar voice, that silky smooth baritone that makes my insides melt and feel like mush. Linc. A weak smile plays on my lips in s
"Mr. Dmitri, are you there?" Mr. Hageman's voice comes on again, polite and persistent. Sometimes, I forget about the man's existence in the house with me. But I feel his presence in how pristine he keeps the mansion. It is not an easy job to do, but he manages it all perfectly. His bookkeeping is honest and professional, I have had him for close to ten years now and I have never had any issues with his work. I send birthday and holiday cards to his wife and kids through my assistants every year. "Yes. Send her in. I will be down in thirty minutes." I reply, getting up. I didn't plan to get out of bed today but here comes Ashley of all people, to drag me out of it. I am very curious about her visit but not enough that I would clean up before meeting her. Amelia told me she doesn't have the best opinions of me and that makes her visit all the more suspicious. Is she here for Amelia? I thought they fell out with eachother. I take a quick cold shower, put on clean casual clothes and
Linc Dmitri POV::I stretch my arms out and I come up empty. Air. Nothing. She is not here. I open my eyes and glare at the sunlight splashing on my face. It is Sunday morning and I am in a foul mood. Just yesterday, I woke up in the best mood, with her soft body in my bed after a long night of ravaging her body to my soul's satisfaction. I woke up to her warm body snuggling into me and I couldn't resist fucking her again. And now, she is not here anymore. I can't wrap my head around anything. I swing my arm up to cover my eyes. I can't stand the brightness of the morning, it feels like the universe is taunting me. How can time be moving on when my world is unstable?Did she break up with me? Are we broken up? I am forty four and I can't tell. But I do know one thing. The ugly ache stuck in my chest. Her words hurt me and I was too numb to act when she finally said she had to leave because she needed space. I just watched her. And she left. It took me hours of stunned hurtful silence