You are cordially invited to Helping Hearts and Hands Charity Gala The black tie event will be held at 583 Park Avenue Hors d'oeuvres will be served at 5 p.m. Dinner will be served at 6 p.m. Contributions will benefit Saint Patrick’s Cathedral Albert and Cynthia Centmen had been ecstatic when Blake offered himself and Alden Investments to be the replacement sponsor of their charity event to benefit St. Patrick’s Cathedral. There was one condition. That no one would know Blake and Alden Investments were the main benefactor until the event. Blake was afraid if Lacey or her family learned he was the main supporter she wouldn’t come. Blake had learned through the private investigator’s report that Lacey and her family attended mass at St. Patrick’s. So
The front of the temporary stage had a clear glass podium and lilac curtains behind it. Soft purple light lit the room. Crystal chandeliers were above. The round tables were covered in white tablecloths. The centerpieces were shortly cut white carnations in clear round like glass vases.It was almost six o’clock. The Stevens settled down at their table, which was in the middle of the room. Roxanne and Lacey were surprised that they were located in the middle of the room. At most charity events, the middle of the room seating was reserved for major contributors. Of course, Lacey’s mother donated to any charity that assisted St. Patrick’s Cathedral because they were members of that church. But she hadn’t donated enough to warrant middle room seating – not as she knew of. They had returned from Paris two weeks ago. The invitation was at the estate waiting on them. When her mother asked if she wanted to come, she had asked if she could bring a friend. Her mother ha
The fifth and final course of the gala dinner had been served and finished. Lacey was thankful that the caterer had taste and common sense. The meal was fantastic – one of the best ones she’s ever had at a charity event. Even her father had enjoyed the food. Lacey probably would have enjoyed the food and the company more if Blake hadn’t been staring at her on and off during the meal. Granted, she stole a few glances at him, but surely she wasn’t looking at him like a hungry wolf - the way he was looking at her. A six piece orchestra had begun to play. Lacey was willing with every fiber of her being for Will to ask her to dance so she could get out of Blake’s sight for a while. After ten minutes of chatting, her father had asked her mother to dance. Her mother happily accepted. Lacey looked at Will expectantly. “I would ask you to dance, but I don’t know how to do . . . the type of dances that are done
Three days later . . .Lacey was in her studio at her mother’s estate. In spite of herself, she had started on the portrait of Blake using the sketches she drew of him at The Cozy Inn. The two times he posed for her he had worn a suit and sat in a chair.She hadn’t really painted anything since her romantic debacle with him. It was like she had some sort of block. Every time she had tried to paint sketches she had drawn, her mind veered off to thoughts of Blake Dandridge. Being the artistic type, she knew that she had to express what plagued her mind through her art.Her hope was she complete the portrait of him, working out any unbalanced feelings concerning him, and then she could truly move on.The night of the charity gala Will and Lacey had gone to the estate as they had discussed. They had caught a cab. Will had apologized for his behavior and the scene.“I just couldn’t keep standing there as he tried to force himself on you,” Will had said.Lacey had assured him th
Saturday night . . . Lacey was so excited she could barely contain herself as she watched the crème de la crème of New York show up at Early’s Gallery. “Darling, take a breath. You’re going to bounce right out of your shoes,” her mother joked. Her father and Will chucked. Lacey had called Will as soon as Desmond had left the house. She had screamed into the phone with excitement and begged Will to be her escort for the night. Will had laughed and happily agreed. Then he told her how proud and happy he was for her. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and a blue and silver stripped tie. When her father had arrived home, Lacey had jumped in his lap in the study like she was a little girl again and told him the incredible news. He had laughed and said, “Of course, I’ll be there, sweetheart.” When her mother had come home hours later, Lacey had burst into her bedroom while she wa
Lacey gasped with shock as the limo took off. She had put her hand on the seat to keep herself from toppling over. “Sit down, Lacey, before –” Too late. The driver took a sharp left, sending Lacey right into her kidnapper’s arms. Blake grunted as he caught her. “Get off me you, you . . .! she shouted as she scrambled away from him. “You fell on me,” he said calmly. “That’s your fault!” she sneered nastily as she scrambled to the seat across from him. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m supposed to be meeting with –” she stopped short as her brain engaged. Her mouth dropped open. “You . . . set this up. You set me up.” “What choice did you leave me?” he asked like he did this all the time. “What choice – tell Richard Petty to stop the car. I want to get out!” “No,” he answered simply. He wore a dark gray suit with a light gray silk tie. No need to tell anyone anyt
Two years ago . . . Benjamin Dandridge was so ill now that his old bedroom at the Dandridge estate had to be completely made over, containing a hospital bed, monitors, IV, a breathing machine, and other medical equipment and supplies. Everything that could be done had been done, but to no avail. He was going to die. His only request was to die at home – where he grew up. So, his mother, Phillipa, had made all the arrangements so when he had been released from the hospital everything was ready for him. Ben was sick of the pain, the medications, having to defecate on a bed pan and being sponged bathed and wiped like a child. Damn it, he wasn’t a child he was a man. And he was sick of it all. His past jet dark hair was now all white. His dick was so limp that Viagra didn’t do any good. What was once muscle was now flabby skin and God knows what else.My life is shit! Ben would do away with himself if he had the strength. No reason to linger
To say Lacey was shocked would have been an understatement. First of all, if the nurse had no idea Blake had pulled the plug and his grandmother remained quiet about what had really happened, then how did the rumor of Blake killing his father get started? Second, Blake hadn’t murdered his ill father for the company. He had wanted his father to return to work so he could be at Alden with him.And third, Lacey was appalled that Blake’s father put him in that position. In his selfish request and goading, he put a burden on Blake that he had to carry for the rest of his life. “You do believe me, don’t you?” Blake asked hesitantly. “Yes,” she whispered. “I just . . . can’t believe your father put you in that position.” Blake looked down at his now empty champagne glass. “He did what he had to do – in his mind. Not only had I figured out later he . . . goaded me into stopping his ventilator I also figured out that he would have don