“You will explain to Kristin why I’m poor by the time I return to the room, right?” Derek asked, causing the group to laugh again.“No real money, remember?” Creighton asked, moving the cards toward his older brother. “Round two. Let’s see if you can do better.”Derek took the cards and began shuffling them, a confident smirk on his handsome face. Sandra leaned forward in her seat to hide the hand Creighton had moved to her inner thigh and tried not to giggle as he began caressing the inseam of her jeans.“Has anyone seen Sabrina?” Andrew asked, glancing around the table. All his siblings were present with the exception of the oldest girl.“She was with Giovanni the last we saw them,” Sandra answered as the hand made its way higher on her leg.“Where’s Andre?” Cathy asked as she began to sort her cards in her hand.“Apparently, he had too much work to do and can’t make it for another couple of days,” Creighton answered, much more pleased with the cards in his hand, though he would nev
“Where did you get that bruise?” he asked her with a set expression as he took her elbow gently in his hand. Sabrina grimaced and pulled her arm away, her hand covering it as if to make it disappear.“It’s nothing,” she told him.“It’s from Andre, isn’t it?” he demanded. “Has he ever done this before?”“No, and it’s nothing, really. He was upset when he saw the flowers and…”“He did this because of me?” Giovanni asked, watching as she struggled to a sitting position.“No, he did it because of me. We got into an argument, and he lost his temper. I don’t think he even realized he was hurting me.”“Sabrina, how many times has he left marks on you?”“None,” she said honestly. “This was the first time…”“And the last,” Giovanni snapped angrily as he started to stand off the bed. “I’ll make certain it doesn’t happen again.”“Giovanni, please, just let it be. He’s not a part of my life anymore, and I’d rather put it behind us.”Sabrina took him by the arm and pulled him back to the mattress
“Show him in here please,” Creighton insisted, then glanced around the table in a silent warning for everyone to keep their mouths quiet to the subject they were just discussing.The young man stepped out of the room and returned a moment later followed by Andre, who looked irritated that he was being distracted from his task of finding his fiancée. He smiled an arrogant grin at the group and adjusted the sleeve of his leisure jacket as he joined them at the table.“Hello, Andre,” Creighton said as he, Derek and Andrew stood up to greet the man. He shook hands with each of Sabrina’s brothers, amazed by the strength they held in their grip and nodded to the girls.“Have you seen Sabrina?” he asked with a tone that said he was growing impatient looking for her.“She’s in the park with some of the others,” Creighton lied, knowing full well she was probably in Giovanni’s arms. “We have a scheduled supper at seven. Why don’t you join us until she gets back?”“I wouldn’t want to interrupt,
Sandra raked in the pile again, fighting hard not to laugh at the haggard expression on Andre’s confused face. Seven hands and he had lost nearly everything. All the money Creighton started him with, along with the money he had on him.“So, Andre,” Creighton began smoothly. “How is everything with you and our sister?”“Fine,” he answered shortly, picking up the last card Cathy passed to him.“Really? Because from what we’ve learned, you’re not exactly in the position to speak for her, now are you?”“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snapped as he looked up at the confident gleam in Creighton’s dark blue eyes.“Tell us about your plans for the wedding? Will you have a bride by your side when you take your vows?”“Of course, I will. What are you getting at?”“I pulled a background check on you when you decided to marry my sister,” Creighton told him boldly, making Sandra turn her gaze to her husband. “It was very interesting reading.”“What…what did you learn?” he asked in a nervous, he
“Irena, that’s enough,” Creighton said sternly, stopping his little sister from finishing her sentence.“I believe you have a previous commitment to keep,” Derek said with the authority his many years in the legal profession provided him. Andre looked around the table with mixed feelings. On one hand he was free, able to move forward and never think of the wonderful Ashfords again, but on the other hand, he had to start over and try to find someone to replace Sabrina at the altar. The room was silent as he stood up, rolled his sleeves down and slipped his jacket back across his torso. Before he could leave the table, Andrew gathered the cash he had used for the game and tossed it across the table to him, watching as he eyed the bills in front of him.“Take your money and get out,” he ordered the man, looking at him with an expression that begged him to start trouble.Andre knew if he tried to back out of the agreement, Creighton would bring out the secrets of his past, and if he trie
Andre didn’t say another word. He simply raised a single eyebrow and turned around, leaving the room and the angry expressions that stared at his departure.Sabrina glared at the door as if it were her enemy, as William shut it quietly, blocking out the curious eyes of those who watched from the corridor. She couldn’t believe any of this had just happened. She was the one who planned on breaking up with him. She even anticipated and prepared for an argument, but never once did she consider his breaking off their engagement. He was the one who had cheated on her, he was the one trying to change her into something she wasn’t, and yet there she stood, feeling guilty for wanting something better for herself. He insulted her family, her virtue - what there was of it - and even accused her of being lower class, simply because she came from honest, hardworking parents.“Good riddance to bad rubbish,” Nana said, taking Grace to her mother.“Are you alright?” Giovanni asked softly as the room
Creighton turned to her and frowned, slowly looking down her body then back up to her beautiful green eyes.“Is it that time already?” he asked, feeling slightly cheated with the lack of hours before she began bleeding.“No, and it won’t be for a while,” she assured him with a smile.“How long is a while? Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I don’t care if you’re bleeding or not, but I know it bothers you.”“Stop worrying. You have about thirty-two weeks, so take your time.” Creighton’s smile returned as he leaned over her, sucking her nipple into his mouth to prepare it for the clamps. Thirty-two weeks, that would give them plenty of time to…then he paused and looked up into the eyes that watched him.“Are you saying…”“Number three will be here in the spring, which leaves plenty of time for you to enjoy the kinkier side of life.”“When were you going to tell me?” he scolded, scooting further on the bed, his hand resting gently on her lower abdomen.“I just did,” she answered. “The
Creighton sighed as he unfastened her wrists and rolled her over, lying down next to her. Without instructing her, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with her legs. The hard shaft of his penis pulsated against her moist body as she wrapped her fingers around it and pressed it against the opening of her vagina. One push and he was sheathed inside her, heat surrounding him like a glove.Creighton knew he couldn’t keep tormenting her beautiful body without causing himself pain, but it was a game he had enjoyed playing and mentally promised himself he would do again.As the walls of her vagina tightened around him, he knew it was only moments before she came, and he wanted to make it a good one for her. He pulled her down across him and covered her mouth with his, as his fingers found the end of the string holding the beads in place. Slowly, he removed the first two beads, feeling her muscles tighten with each one. Then as her body began to convulse with her impending release
Sandra hung up the phone with a slam, then glanced to her grandparents who were sitting at the kitchen table. She was starting to get angry with all the rejections and dead-end avenues. She called Davies and told him she wanted him to get the plane ready to go to France, only to be told the police had restricted his flying. They were concerned that whomever it was that had killed her husband would try and sabotage the jet.She was getting frustrated and felt like she was being held back. If she didn’t know better, she would think she was being placed under lockdown. She could understand the police’s concern, but she had more men around her then they had at Fort Knox, and she would be willing to take all of them with her if she needed to.“I can’t leave the house, I can’t go to France, I can’t even gather eggs,” she grumbled as she joined the older couple. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t sit here and wait until doomsday to find out what happened to my husband.”“Honey, you’re going
The room was warm as the setting sun shone through the blinds. Two detectives sat on the sofa, watching as the man continued to pace the floor. Trying to keep him calm was growing increasingly harder with each hour.Creighton could only assume the horror his family was going through, not to mention Sandra. They had been having difficulties, but this made all of that seem trivial. He had to call her, he had to contact her somehow and let her know he was alive, but the police were refusing to allow him the chance. They had to keep him concealed for the time being, though it was steadily becoming impossible. The man was acting like a caged animal, anxiously trying to find a means of escape.“How much longer do we have to sit here?” he growled, looking to those gathered around.“We need you to remain patient for a little longer,” a bald-headed man told him. “Monsieur Ashford, we understand what you’re going through…”“Like hell you do,” Creighton snapped. “I have a pregnant wife at home w
“I know she’ll be happy when it’s over,” Emma said, returning to the room, her eyes red from the tears she’d been wiping away. “She can’t let Brandon go to school, and she has to keep the children inside instead of letting them go out to play.”“I’m sure they are going stir crazy,” Cathy said with a frown. “Especially Grace. That little girl is used to having the freedom of the farm to run and play.”“The only good thing is the weather,” William told them. “It’s been really wet, and she doesn’t like getting her dresses dirty.”“Sounds like her aunt,” Andrew said with a soft chuckle.“Maybe we should take this meeting over to my sister’s,” Cathy suggested with a sideways grin.“Let me call Derek and Kristin,” William said, standing and walking to the phone on the wall. “They wanted to know what you found out.”“Just have them meet us at Sandra’s,” Andrew told him. “We can discuss this all there.”“I thought Sabrina and Irena would be here,” Cathy said, looking at Emma who was wrapping
Parker and Harvey held off the reporters for as long as they could alone, then eventually had to call NHT’s security. Within a few short hours, there were enough burly looking men to scare off anyone trying to get near the house. Sandra kept her children inside, though it really wasn’t difficult. The rain had eased by supper, but just like the past several days, it picked up again this morning.Max growled as he laid of the entry. The noise of cameras clicking, and the soft hum of voices mingled among the breezes of the day. She had tried to watch television, but every station was reporting on the accident. Eventually, she had no choice but to surrender and put on Grace’s favorite princess movie. At least it kept them from listening to those who insisted that there was no hope in finding any answers this soon.Sandra drew a deep breath as she wiped the moisture from her forehead. She had decided to keep herself busy and baked two apple pies, along with nearly a hundred sugar cookies.
“No, it’s about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You can’t stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now I’m watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.”“Stop comparing me to Sandra!” Cathy screamed. “It’s not my fault she’s perfect. She’s always been everyone’s favorite. I can’t tell you how many boyfriends I’ve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didn’t want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when I’m a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parents’ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body
“Maybe Michelle heard from him,” the boy said hopefully.“I haven’t spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.”The two were silent for a long time as they considered their own thoughts, until Sandra realized the tea was gone. She looked to Brandon who looked like he was finally able to fall asleep, then stood and took the cups to the sink.“Come on, son,” she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Let’s see if we can get some sleep.”“Mum, can I come sleep with you?” Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.“You can sleep on your daddy’s side,” she told him. “Just don’t tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.”Brandon smiled as he walked with her into the bedroom. Sandra helped him between the covers and tucked him in, then left to check on Grace. The house was silent and soft snores of her little girl could be heard
Sandra paced her bedroom trying to stop her mind from racing through the events of the day. Derek had come home after his mother called him, insisting on picking up Brandon from school. Sabrina called to say the reporters were going crazy with the news of the Tornado’s fire and that she and Giovanni would be home as soon as they could get there.Irena spoke with her parents and insisted on calling in a prescription for Sandra’s nerves, though she refused to use it. She needed to stay alert and concentrate in order to determine what was going on. The last thing she needed was to surrender to the effects of a drug.After speaking with Andrew, William informed the rest of the family about Cathy’s surgery, though he wouldn’t go into detail. He assured them he would check into the reports from his end and stay abreast of the investigation. Once Cathy felt like traveling, they would drive out to Yorkshire to be with the family.Nana tried to get Sandra to let her stay overnight, but she was
Sandra opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom, yet she couldn’t remember laying down. The house was silent and the soft pattering of rain outside reminded her that the dog had made a muddy mess of the entry. Then she remembered her grandfather and William coming over, and slowly began to piece together the last thing she remembered.There had been an accident on the Tornado and three bodies were found. She knew in her heart it wasn’t Creighton. She couldn’t even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasn’t the one killed. Now all she had to do, was convince the others into believing her.Sandra stepped down the stairs to hear Grace talking to her great-grandfather, the dog running from one room to another as he chased his rope and the smells of food drifting out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and saw Papa sitting beside Grace, one of her own books open in front of him as he listened to
Sandra stared at the two men for a long moment as their words began to sink in. When she spoke with her husband earlier that morning, he was still at the hotel. He didn’t mention having plans of returning to the yacht. Why would he go back there when he told her he was packing to come home?Then she thought about the bodies found. One was female. Who was it? Did Creighton lie to her about not being involved with Garcon’s assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?“Did you hear what we said?” Papa asked her.“It’s impossible,” she began, her anger taking over her words. Sandra looked down at Grace who was trying to wipe the muddy water from her little dress. She hadn’t understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.“Sweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,” Sandra told the little girl. “Put that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. We’ll make lunch when you’ve finished.