Hope. The Morning sun streamed into the bedroom and cast a warm glow on the bed where i lay. I opened my eyes and promptly burrowed more deeply underneath the covers. My hand sought Damian, but i found only an empty spot. I frowned and sat up, looking around the bedroom, but he was nowhere to be found. The unmistakable whir of the helicopter caught my attention, and I got out of bed and walked to the window. Damian stood with Rosie a short distance from the helicopter, his hand on her arm. She nodded and ducked down to hurry into the helicopter. A few seconds later, it lifted and headed toward the mainland. I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. I stood watching a moment longer before i turned and hurried toward the bathroom. After a quick shower, i pulled on my robe and walked back into the bedroom to dress. Damian was waiting for me. I eyed him nervously and pulled my robe tighter around me. “I will leave you to dress,” he said shortly. “I will send Alba up to escort yo
Hope “He is here so we can choose your ring,” Damian said matter of factly. As if having a jeweler personally come out was an everyday occurrence. “I don’t understand,” i began lamely. Damian picked up my left hand and raised my fingers to his lips. “It is important to me that you wear my ring, my love. We had not gotten around to resizing the one I gave you. I want to rectify that matter now.” “Oh.” As responses went, mine wasn’t terribly brilliant, but it was all i could manage. Damian urged me to turn my attention to the rings, and i did so a little nervously. They were so huge. And expensive! I didn’t even want to know how much they cost. After trying several on, i spotted one that i loved, but then wondered if he had be offended by my choice. My gaze kept wandering to it even as i continued to try on the rings the jeweler pressed on me. “That one,” Damian said, pointing to a ring to the far right. To my surprise, the jeweler plucked the one I had been staring at and handed
Hope When I regained my consciousness, the first thing i heard was a furious voice rapidly yelling at someone. As my eyes opened and my gaze flickered around my surroundings, i realized i was on an exam table in what appeared to be a clinic. Damian’s back was to me, and he was interrogating the doctor standing in front of him. “Damian,” I murmured weakly. He spun around immediately and hurried over to where i lay. “Are you all right?” His hands swept over my body even as his eyes bored intensely into mine . “Are you in pain?” I tried to smile, but i felt shaky. The doctor moved in front of Damian and held a cup towards me. “Drink this, Hope. Your blood sugar is too low, but I think some juice will set you to rights.” Damian took the juice then curled an arm underneath my neck to help me sit up. He held the cup to my lips as i cautiously sipped at the sweet liquid. “When was the last time you ate, Miss Hope?” The doctor pinned me with an inquiring stare, and i felt my cheeks w
Hope “Would you like something to sleep in? You cannot stay in your bra. It doesn’t look comfortable.” I blushed but nodded. “A night shirt will do.” He got up and returned with one of his shirts. He helped me sit up and unclasped my bra. His hands shook slightly as he pulled the shirt over my head and let it fall to my swollen belly. With gentle hands, he urged me back down and knelt above me. “Better?” “Much,” i said huskily. He settled down beside me and tucked me into his arms. I twisted about, trying to find just the right spot. When he scooted me behind into his groin, i froze, feeling his arousal there against my skin. I started to move away, when Damian growled in my ear. “Be still.” He clamped his arms around me,rendering me immobile. My cheeks flaming,as i tried to relax. The moment he had touched me, my fatigue had fled. Now I faced trying to sleep with him wrapped around every inch of my body. His warmth bled into me. He stroked my hair and murmured in my ear. word
Hope. Warm lips kissed a line from my shoulder down to my arm. I stirred and opened my eyes to see Damian’s dark head move sensuously down my body. “That is a very nice way to wake up,” i murmured. His head came up, and i met the liquid gold of his eyes. “How are you feeling, my love?” I rolled onto my back and lifted my hand to thread it through his short hair. “Much better. I’m full and had a nap. What more could a woman want?” Damian just looked at me smiling. I yawned then covered my mouth with my hand as my jaw nearly cracked with the effort. “You are still tired,” he said reproachfully. “I feel much better though. Truly, Damian. Let’s get up.” He straddled my body, putting one knee on either side of my hips. He looked down at me, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “You are so eager to wake up. Why is this?” I blushed and smacked his chest with my fist. He leaned down and tugged my lips into a kiss. He nipped at the fullness of my bottom lip until it was swollen
Damian. I sat in my office, staring out the window that overlooked the beach. Hope stood close to the water, her feet bare and the dress she wore rippling in the breeze. I kept careful watch over her and had instructed my security team to do the same. I wouldn’t take any chances after her fainting spell of the day before. Just moments earlier, I had hung up after speaking to the lead investigator on Hope’s case. There had been no arrests made yet. No leads. The men who had abducted her were still out there. Still a danger to her. It was unacceptable. The detective had promised to stay in touch and to inform me the moment there was a break in the case, but I still wasn’t satisfied. I wanted results. I wanted to make the men who had dared to touch Hope pay. I focused my attention back on Hope, who was still staring out to sea. Every once in a while she raised her hand to shove the curls from her face, only for them to blow back. She lifted her chin and laughed, and I could feel t
Damian. Ice trickled down my spine at Rosie's words “That is enough,” i said tersely. “But… ” She tried to go on but I cut her off. “I said enough Rosie.” “As you wish. I will call you if anything changes.” she said. I hung up the phone and yanked my gaze back to the beach, but Hope was gone. Could Rosie be right? Could Hope be faking her amnesia? The thought had crossed his mind when we were still in New York and Hope was freshbfrom the hospital. My instincts said no, but then I had already been so wrongbabout her in every way. If someone had told me six months ago that she was capable of betraying me as she had, i would have cut them down to size. Anger and confusion took turns battering my head. I rubbed a weary hand across my face and closed my eyes. It didn’t really matter what i thought at this point. She was pregnant with my child and that took precedence above all else. I could overlook a lot for my son. A sound at the door made me look up. Hope stood just inside my
Hope. I closed his door quietly and glanced up as Alba approached. I tried to look welcoming, because after all i did like her. She was just doing her job. “Are you ready to go up?” Alba asked with a smile. I sighed. “Honestly? I would like to smother Damian with the pillow he insists I rest on.” Alba tried to stifle her laughter, but a chuckle escaped. “Could I interest you in a cup of tea on the terrace instead?” she offered. I immediately brightened. “That sounds wonderful.” I fell into step beside Alba as the two of us headed towards the glass doors. A cool breeze, scented by the ocean, blew over my face when i stepped outside. “I hope you don’t mind if Dr. Karounis joins us.” i noticed the way Alba's cheeks turned pink as she spoke. “He and I take tea here every afternoon.” “Of course not,” i replied as i settled into one of the chairs surrounding the small table overlooking the gardens. When Alba ducked back inside to prepare the tea, i was left alone. I leaned back