Jasper legged it up to the studio. He slammed the door behind him and threw himself onto the red velvet couch. It was old and falling to bits, but it was where he thought things through, and right now, he had a great deal to think about.
The past week had been a nightmare; it certainly wasn't how he had expected things to go with Ellie. Now she had this mad idea that he didn't love her and thought he was playing with her. Well, it wasn't right. He loved so many things about her; the way she looked and how she dressed; she would never wear dresses like Georgie; thank God, Ellie was far more conservative, and she left a lot more to the imagination.
He loved her innocence not just in the bedroom but in other ways. He loved the way she always looked for the best in people; even after her first run-in with Tom months ago, she had said that it was just the w
Veronica Fox, Roni, was never satisfied with what she had. She had a lovely home. She had a loving, although very busy, husband, and she had a beautiful, good-natured daughter. They had enough money to go on lovely holidays, buy nice clothes and generally enjoy life, but Veronica wanted more. Her eyes were almost out on stalks as she stood on the private terrace in the most beautiful hotel in Paris, where her sister-in-law was having her surprise engagement dinner. Standing almost within touching distance were four of the most handsome and richest men, she could hope to come across.She knew that Ellie had already taken one of them, but even so, she knew her sister in law would have a job keeping Jasper satisfied. Maybe he would appreciate a more experienced woman now and again. She cast her 'professional' eye over the rest of the men. Two of them were quite possibly the most famous people in the world at the moment. Both Nick Henderson and Gabriel Swann were panty-throwing han
Molly Parkes followed the butler down the hallway; she was here to interview Jasper Neyve."This way, please, Miss Parkes," said Francis opening the door into Jasper's study. "May I get you like tea or coffee, Miss Parkes?" "Coffee, please," Molly sits on the sofa and settles back to wait for Jasper. She chews on her thumbnail and wonders if Jasper Neyve is as unassuming as he is portrayed in other interviews or on television. She admits to herself that she is quite nervous about meeting him, which is ridiculous. Molly almost feels like pinching herself to wake up to the fact that she is a hardened hack and not some love-sick teenager about to go on her first date.Molly takes a look around the room. It's very classy; tidy but lived in. There is beautiful objet d art placed around the room, and the furniture is antique. His desk is at the far end of the room; it's an old desk and well cared for but used; it holds a computer, an old anglepoise lamp, a pile of books on
Jasper knew he had to get this over with. It was quite clear this awful woman wasn't going to go quietly. He looked at the mug of tea in his hand; Ellie's mug, her unique mug she always used for her tea. She said tea always tasted better out of bone china. He loved her little quips and foibles; she made him laugh with the silly things she said sometimes. It was all part of her innocence and why he loved her. He looked up again at the woman in front of him; her perfect figure was dressed in Chanel. Her face immaculately made up, elegant cheekbones and soft pink shimmering pouting lips. He shuddered inside."Let me take this, and I'll be back," he said, not waiting to answer as he went up the stairs. He stood outside the study door, taking breaths, trying to slow his heartbeat down. He gulped and opened the door."Here you go, love." He said to Ellie, "You might get something worthwhile out of her when she has had her tea." he told Molly."Oh, you are an angel." Ellie s
Ellie picked the phone up; she was a bit nervous about calling Veronica. Jasper hadn't said anything other than that; she suddenly received a call and had to dash off. Ellie hoped everything was ok, and that Gracie was fine. Knowing Veronica, though, she must have come for a reason, that woman didn't do anything by halves.Ellie pressed Veronica's name and waited for her to answer. "Yes, Ellie?" Veronica's voice sounded sharp as if Ellie had done something wrong."Roni, are you ok? Jasper said, you had a call and had to dash off. I hope everything is alright? Is Gracie ok?"There was a few seconds of silence while Veronica registered that Jasper had kept his mouth shut about her demands. Did she wonder why? Indeed if she was him, the first thing he would have told Ellie was that her sister in law was a demanding bitch."I'm fine, er… yeah sorry I had to go, it was nothing important, and Gracie is fine.""Oh, that's good," Ellie said, feeling rel
It was early when Ellie opened her eyes; she had been waking up very early just lately, and she was glad it gave her time on her own. Just recently, there seemed to be people around her all the time, and while it was nice to have company, she sometimes wished that they would all disappear so she could enjoy a bit of peace.This morning she glanced out of the window to find the early morning mist still there. She knew it would burn off later. It had been hot over the past few days, a heatwave. The news was full of packed English sea-side beaches, one teenage girl missing presumed murdered, train fares going up, and photographs of the Prime Minister on holiday in Portugal.Ellie got up and pulled her shorts and T-shirt on; she would go for a run. No one would be up for ages yet, and Betty had today off. She strapped her phone to her arm and put her headp
The police were quick to respond to Jasper's call, and they arrived at the house before Jasper got back. They were waiting for them in the sitting room. Rosslyn and Kylie were holding the fort, serving coffee and comforting Ellie's mum. Veronica was talking to Gracie, and they were looking after Suki.Kylie heard the front door slam and feet pounding up the stairs. She was so glad that Richie was back. She had held it together so far, but she had this awful feeling that some of this was her fault. She had been Grant'sgirlfriend, and if she hadn't left him for Richie, maybe this might not havehappened. She wanted to be held and comforted, wanted to pour outall her misgivings seek consolation.
Kylie ran down the road. She could see the top of Grant's hoodie in the distance. He was walking faster than usual, and there were a few people in between them. A group of about five Asian tourists were right in front of her, then a gap and a couple pushing a child in a buggy, then one chap with a briefcase and then Grant. Kylie was about to move past the tourists when she felt a hand on her arm."Just hang on; you don't want him to see you if he looks this way." Sandra White said. "We're ok here. Have you any idea where he's going?"Kylie shook her head. "No, as far as I know, he's never lived round here. I once saw him here before, on the day that I made friends with Ellie when Suki fell over. We were crossing the road, and he was tagging onto a bunch of tourists walking past their house." "So what do you think he's doing over here?""I have no idea, watching Jasper, I expect, he wouldn't have any idea that Suki or I would be here." Grant turned his head
Francis Braxton glanced around the sitting room; everyone had gone down to the kitchen to make a meal for Ellie when she got back.There was just Rosslyn standing over by the windows watching for her son's car. Francis went to stand next to her."They shouldn't be too long, not in that car anyway."Rosslyn turned to look behind her and, seeing that everyone had vanished, sneaked her hand into his. Francis squeezed it gently."Everything will be alright now, my love. Don't worry. Ellie is a strong girl, and Jasper has everything sorted."Oh, I do hope so." She held his hand up against her heart. "As soon as this wedding is over, my love, we are going to tell them about us. Jasper will be married, and he will want to live at the manor, especially when children come along. It's their turn to look after it all now, Ellie will be the duchess, and we can go and live in the Dower house and do our own thing. ""I'm sure it will all be fine, darling. I'm surpris