Dylan carries Anna into his room and then he slowly drops her on the bed. He climbs on top of her and kisses her slowly this time. He trails kisses from her neck down to her breast. “You don't know how long I've imagined doing this.” Dylan whispered as he took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard on it. Anna was so lost in pleasure that Dylan knew her body even better than she did. Dylan slowly undid her button and her zipper and slid her trousers down her legs and when it got to her feet, Anna kicked them off. “Fuck Anastasia, I can already smell how wet you are from here.” Dylan growled in her ear and then he bit down hard on her neck and sucked on it. He trailed his hands down her stomach to her waist. He trailed his hand over her pussy, not touching her, Anna tried to raise her hips to get contact but Dylan removed his hand. “No Anastasia, I'm in charge here,” Dylan said to her. “Please, Dylan.” Anna moaned. “Please wh
“You're not my wife, Kate; we've been over for quite some time.” Dylan growls; he couldn't believe that this was happening; his ex-wife was here in his house after all these years. “Aren't you going to invite me in, Dylan? It's freezing out here.” Dylan considered this, and then finally, he opened the door, and Kate walked in. Dylan knew how volatile Kate was, and there was a very strong possibility that if he didn't let her in, she would cause a raucous before security got there, and she could alert Anna and Emma to her presence, and Dylan did not want that. “Why are you here Kate?” Dylan asked her. Kate behaved like she didn't hear him and walked deeper into the house. Dylan knew that this situation could get out of hand so he texted Marcus and told him to head down to the house immediately. “Kate, you need to stop walking and tell me why you're here; I do not have the time for all your shenanigans.” Dylan said and from the sound of his voice, Kate could t
Dylan stayed down in the den for a while until he finally felt like himself at first he thought to just leave Anastasia alone and explain everything in the morning but he knew the way her mind worked and the more time he stayed without explaining, the more time that she had to believe that his words were true. The thing was, his words were far from the truth, so he got up and took the stairs up to her room. He knocked, and then he opened it up, he looked at the bed, and at first, he thought that she was asleep, but the way her body shook her could tell that she was crying. He immediately walked to the bed and sat down by her side. “Please don't cry, Anastasia.” I tell her. “Why? This was what you wanted right? You said what you said to hurt me, and it worked; congratulations, you can leave now.” Anna told him but she didn't turn around to look at him. “No, I didn't mean anything I said down there; I was angry, and you kept on asking questions, so I took it o
The next day, Anna felt something poking her on her arm and she opened her eyes to see that it was Emma. “Good morning, my baby. Did you sleep well?” Anna asked Emma as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “Yes mummy, but I'm hungry now.” Emma told Anna. “OK, how about you go brush your teeth, and then we can go downstairs and get something to eat.” Anna told her daughter and she ran back to her room to brush her teeth. Anna smiled at her sweet girl; she wasn't showing any signs of her kidnapping affecting her; she was still the same happy little girl. Anna got up from the bed and when she tried to walk, she felt different, a little bit sore. She hadn't been with a man since her one-night stand, and Dylan was packing. She smiled when her mind went back to last night and when she remembered what Dylan told her. She didn't want to hope for too much but him saying that he wanted to sleep with her again must mean something. “I'm done, mummy.” Emma said a
Meanwhile, back at the detention facility. The guard at the station walks to the cell where James and his accomplices are being kept. “James Smith, you have a phone call.” The guard announced and opened the cell door for James to step out, and he locked it back. James didn't look good at all; the men he hired had turned on him, and every night in the cell, they all took turns beating him up. The guard escorted James down to where he would take the phone call and then he took two steps back. “Hello.” James said, his voice was hoarse and low. “James, is that you?” Mr. Smith asked on the other side of the phone. “Father.” James couldn't believe it, his first night here, he tried calling his father with his one phone call but his father didn't pick up. “Just look at the trouble you've gotten yourself into. My son arrested for kidnapping a child. What were you thinking James?” His father shouted down the line, it was clear to James how disappoi
“I think it's time we had that talk.” Dylan said to Anna. Anna nodded her head reluctantly; she wasn't sure what Dylan would say; the man was unpredictable. He always ran hot and cold when it came to her. “The reason you're finding it hard to look me in the eyes is because of what happened last night right?” Dylan asked her, and she nodded her head again, and Dylan smiled. “Don't tell me I've rendered you speechless Anastasia?” Dylan asked her and he saw that fire that he loved in her eyes. She removed his fingers from beneath her jaw. “No Dylan, you have not rendered me speechless.” Anna told him. “That's good to know.” Dylan said but he had a smirk on his face. “I don't have time for your games, Dylan; just say what you want to say; I already know what it is.” Anna said as she released a frustrated sigh. “Really, well, since you've gotten to know me so well that you can read my mind, then how about you enlighten me.” Dylan said and An
“Good morning detective.” Dylan greeted. “Good morning Mr. Knight.” “To what do I owe this call?” Dylan asked. “Well, I wanted you to hear it from me first. I'm sorry, Mr. Knight, but earlier this morning, James was let out on bail.” “What the fuck did you just say, detective? Bail? How is that possible? He was caught on the scene of the crime.” Dylan said he was boiling with rage; he couldn't believe it. “Yes, I know that, and this case looked like a slam dunk until yesterday night, the other accomplices changed their statement. They said they were the ones in charge, and James was there under duress. Plus, it seems like James has a lot of connections. With all that, the judge granted him bail, and his father signed off on it that he would appear in court, so they also allowed him to go back to the States.” The detective explained to Dylan. “Why wasn't I informed immediately about this?” Dylan asked. “I wasn't here, sir. I came in for my
Lucas arrived at the house twenty minutes later and Anna sent him up to Dylan's room. When he got there, he could see that Dylan was pissed off, but he had no idea why. “Lucas, good you're finally here.” Dylan said when he looked up and saw Lucas and then he stopped pacing. “Yes Mr. Knight, I left the office as soon as you called. What's the emergency? Is it Kate?” Lucas asked Dylan. “No, it's not Kate. Let's go to the office and talk there.” Dylan said, and then he walked out of his room and down the hall to Mr Scott's home office, which was now his. He entered the office and Lucas closed the door behind him. He stilled for a moment. This was the second time he had been in this office since Mr. Scott died, but he didn't have time to dwell on that; he shook his head, walked behind his desk and took his seat. Lucas sat down on one of the two seats on the other side of the desk and waited for Dylan to tell him what was wrong. “Earlier t
EPILOGUE. SEVEN MONTHS LATER. A lot had happened in the past seven months since Dylan ran to the airport to stop Anna from leaving. Now, it wasn't smooth sailing between them; they both put in the work by going to therapy and working on their relationship, and they were good now, only choosing to go to therapy twice a month. Dylan stuck to his word, and he was the best husband; the night they came back home, he told her everything about her life, from the moment he was taken away to London, he told her everything, not leaving out any detail. He had also waited on her, hand and foot, since he found out she was pregnant, not letting her do any strenuous activities; he was the perfect husband and father. In those seven months, something else also took place, the cases were tried in court and her father and Mr. Smith were both sentenced for murder and Mr. Smith was first murder and attempted murder. Her father was sentenced to thirty years and Mr. Smith was
Anna and Emma arrived at the airport about forty minutes later, they didn't have much, just two suitcases, one for Anna and one for Emma. Anna paid the driver, and she and Emma got out of the car. She held Emma's hand and used her other hand to wheel in the suitcases. They were about an hour early for their flight. They walked into the airport, and she checked in her bags, and their tickets were scanned. The attendant told her that they would announce when the flight started to board. Anna thanked her, and then she and Emma walked over to some chairs to sit down. Emma had been quiet throughout the journey, and Anna knew it was because she missed her dad; she hated that she was feeling that way; it was all her fault. She was the one that brought Dylan into their lives. “Hey, sweetie, do you want to watch some cartoons on my phone while we wait?” Anna asked Emma. “Sure, I guess.” Emma said as she shrugged. Anna put on Bluey for her and gave Emma t
After Anna was discharged, she spent two days on bed rest by order of Caroline; she didn't complain, though; it gave her enough time to think of her next plan. Just like she thought, Dylan had not come to look for her, and she didn't blame him; in the end, they weren't meant to be together; there were too many secrets and lies between them, but it still didn't change the fact that she loved him. Emma has been asking for him constantly, and Anna has had to lie that he was away on a business trip, but she knew that lie wouldn't last forever. So she had to plan, she knew one thing for sure, and that was she couldn't stay in New York, and if she was settling down in another place, it couldn't be London. So after two days of planning she decided that she and Emma would move to Australia, there was a hotel there that had been trying to poach her for months, so she called them and asked if the job was still available, they said yes and she accepted it. The job came with a
Anna blinked her eyes open and she was hit with a blinding light that she had to close her eyes and groan in pain. “Anna, are you awake?” She heard Caroline ask. She opened her eyes slowly so she could get used to the light, and when they were fully opened, she saw Caroline standing by her side. “Oh, thank God you're awake; you gave me quite a scare, Anna. I'll be right back, let me go and get the nurse.” Caroline said and then she left the hospital room. Anna was confused. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was watching the press conference with Caroline and Emma was sleeping. Emma? Where is Emma? Anna frantically sat up on her bed as he looked around the room but there was no sign of Emma. Caroline walked back into the room with a nurse. “Welcome back Mrs. Knight.” The nurse said. “Caroline, where's Emma?” Anna asked, her voice was scratchy because her throat was dry. “They have a daycare here; I didn't think that you'd wan
After Dylan saw Anna's car drive off, every atom in his body wanted to go after her but he couldn't. He had to attend the press conference and he wasn't worried because Marcus was with her. Fucking Kate, it was like she planned it or something. He had to come in through the back and go up to his office because everyone thought that he was dead and then a few minutes after he walked into his office, Kate walked in. Her eyes were red and it was clear that she had been crying. When she saw him she hugged him so tight saying that she knew he wasn't dead, Dylan asked her why she was in his office and she said she was there to beg for her life and that Dylan should spare her, she confessed that she was working with James but only to get him away from Anna and they she had nothing to do with the plane crash. Dylan wasn't shocked to hear that she was working with James; I mean, it would explain the pictures they were sent to Anna; someone had to take them. While s
“Let's go to the living room so I'll be able to keep an eye on Emma.” Anna told Caroline. “Why do you need to keep an eye on Emma? Anna, what's going on?” Caroline asked again. “I'll tell you everything, let's just go sit down.” Anna told her and then they both went into the living room and sat on the couch facing the TV and opposite where Emma was sleeping so Anna was able to keep an eye on her. “You better start explaining yourself, Anastasia George, or is it Knight now?” Caroline asked her. Anna released a huge breath and then she proceeded to tell Caroline everything. How she met Dylan at the hotel, how she got into a contract marriage with him and in exchange, he agreed to protect her from James and bring him down. How they went to London, Emma's kidnapping, and her heart condition. She told her how they slowly but surely fell in love and admitted their feelings to each other. How everything was so good and then it all went so bad, from the th
Anna ran as fast as she could, she could hear Dylan call out her name behind her but she didn't stop to look back. It was all too much, he had lied to her about everything. She got into the elevator and frantically tapped on the button for the down floor. She could see Dylan getting closer, but the doors closed just in time. She wasn't free just yet, and she knew it; she wouldn't be until she got as far away from Dylan Knight as possible. The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out; she knew Dylan wasn't far behind, probably opting to use the stairs. She ran out of the lobby. She knew she was drawing attention to herself, but she didn't care. She stepped outside, and thankfully, Marcus listened to her and the car was still parked outside the office. She ran to the car and opened the door. “Drive Marcus now.” Anna told him with urgency. “What's going on Mrs. Knight?” Marcus asked her. “Just drive Marcus.” Anna told him as she looked back at t
Anna slowly brought out the folder that had her name on it. She opened it up and on the first page was her basic information, her name, date of birth, house address, place of work, things like that and then she flipped to the second page and she saw her pictures, pictures from when she was picking Emma up from school, going to work and coming back from work. Did Dylan have her followed? She continued flipping through the pages, and she could see that this folder was like a dossier on her life; everything about her was in that file: her marriage to James and her parents. Anna didn't understand why Dylan had this. It was when she flipped to the next page that her heart dropped to her stomach. They were pictures, and she recognised the place, it was the club, and she was more sure of it because, at the top of that page, it was written in block letters: ANNA SIX YEARS AGO. She looked at the pictures, and the more she flipped through them, the memories from that night
By the time Dylan was done with his call and he went up to their bedroom, Anna was asleep. His talking to her would have to wait till tomorrow, but he had to do it before the arrests were made because once they were made public, she would surely put two and two together. Especially since Lucas informed him that she wanted to find him, something happened when she went to see her parents, that had to be the only reason why she wanted to find him urgently. But what could've happened? Could she have found out the truth? No, that couldn't be it, whatever it was, he would ask her about it tomorrow morning after he told her the truth, that's if she was still talking to him after. He took off his shirt and trousers, left only his briefs on and then he got into bed with Anna and wrapped his arms around her, even in her sleep, Anna turned around, seeking his warmth. ************ The next day, Dylan woke up expecting to have Anna by his side, but when he opened his eyes