ProserpinaA few days later, I was discharged from the hospital.The baby was doing well and so was I. It was only because of Shark’s beatings that I had had to stay in hospital. I had hurt my arm when I fell, and my face was now healing. It had been a livid purple in patches, but now the bruises were fading.Lucien was still in hospital, although he was recovering, albeit slowly. The doctors had assured me that he was getting better. Yes, he had initially been in danger of slipping into a coma due to the severe loss of blood. But the speedy attention he had received had helped. The bullets fired by Shark, I was informed, had missed any major arteries. The bleeding had been intense, but he was on the road to recovery. I visited him in the hospital, although he was sedated. He did not stir when we went in, the children and I. With my heart heavy with anxiety, we set off back home.Danielle had taken charge of our security, and she was thorough about it. Lucien also had a handful of be
ProserpinaDuring the following weeks, I refrained from visiting Lucien at the hospital. I had had enough of his blow hot, blow cold behaviour. We had been together in a near-death situation, and all he could do was treat me like this? Sorry, but I was done.The kids visited him every day, but I invented excuses not to go.*There was also the matter of my work. I was scaling new heights, and the Professor was proud of me, he declared. The University had agreed to fund an extension, so I was gung-ho about launching out on a different phase as well. With Baby Claude and my academic work, I made sure that I did not have time to mope over my Mafia Don, who seemed to be playing some childish game.For one thing, I had a new assistant, a cheerful young man of Chinese origin, whose parents had settled in the US before he was born. He proved to be a great help in organising the details regarding our new set-up. Alex Wu was intelligent and witty. He often came over to help me as I also had my
LucienA few days later, after brooding and generally feeling furious and angry with himself, Lucien decided to visit the house unexpectedly. He had not informed his family; Tony Beston was the only one who had been told. Leaving his trusted wingmen in the lobby, he strode into the house and the welcoming aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted out from the kitchen.Unerringly, the desire to see his wife and children led him to the large, warm kitchen where he could hear the sound of Ria chattering away. The sound of a baby’s wails which were abruptly silenced alerted him to the presence of his youngest son. But when he reached the kitchen, he stopped short, his anger shooting up at the sight he saw.A young Chinese man, presumably the incomparable Alex Wu was in the small patio leading out from the kitchen into the tiny vegetable garden that his wife had created. She had always been one to nurture, came the thought, almost automatically. The smaller man was cradling the baby and making
Proserpina We flew out of the US in a week’s time. The children had been subdued, not really understanding what was happening. I sat them down and explained that I needed to work for a while in Japan. That it was important for me. Ria interrupted me, her lower lip thrust out and quivering, her little face hot and pink. ‘Why can't you work from here? Like you used to?’ And then, her eyes glittering as the tears spilt, she went on, on a half sob, “I want my Pappa.’ Piers was almost in tears too. I sighed and stood up, reaching for Claude who took it upon himself to begin wailing at that moment. The maids stood by, guarded and expressionless while Sandy watched from a corner, her arms folded. I could feel the censure in the air. “Was I wrong in wanting to live my life?’ I thought angrily. *** It was Lucien who came to my rescue. He spent all afternoon and the evenings at the house, with the children. His eyes had a hollow look in them, a bleakness that bothered me. He gathered Ria in
ProserpinaThe children spoke to Lucien every day, twice a day. Without fail. Even if it was midnight in the US, he would be wide awake, smiling, listening to their excited chatter indulgently. He seemed eager to hear them, to see them and terribly reluctant to stop their long conversations. We barely exchanged a few clipped words. It hurt me but I carried on with a brave face.Lucien He had hated to see them go, his wife and his children. But he had wanted her to make up her mind, to explore and to live. In his heart he knew he trusted her; she would never look at another man. Now he waited for the calls from his twins; listening to them eased his loneliness in the great mausoleum of a house that was empty and seemed devoid of noise.How had he lived here before Proserpina and the children had come and made his house a home, he wondered as he sat in the huge dining hall, eating silently.The food seemed tasteless and he had snapped at Beatrice on more than one occasion over the qual
ProserpinaWe landed on a sunny afternoon. The journey had been long and exhausting. But Ria and Piers had been raring to see their father and had been as good as gold throughout the flight. They had not ganged up to mimic Claude's wails unlike during the trip to Japan when they had been insufferable, whining and generally behaving like brats. Baby Claude had been cranky and irritable for most of the journey. But Claude tended to be that way as I had discovered. *Handsome Schwartz was at the airport with Grace to meet us. I fell into Grace's arms before giving Schwartz a hug too. The kids squealed when he picked them up one by one and I smiled indulgently despite being exhausted. “HE is missing you but as always, he will not admit it, ‘murmured Schwartz, his blue eyes twinkling with affection as he looked at me.I leaned my head against his shoulder. ‘He is such a darling, this friend of mine. ‘I thought, beaming up at him as I linked my arm to Gracie’s. * Sandy had organised the col
Proserpina Lucien? I asked myself.Had he brought me roses? ???Swallowing hard, I stood, inhaling the heady fragrance.Where was he, the man I loved?I dashed out of the room, clutching my bathrobe.There were more roses placed in baskets in the corridor, and I felt my heart swell.The lights coming from the kitchen made me race over.But the only people there were Beatrice who was cuddling Baby Claude. My youngest son was awake and blinking disarmingly at the world in general.Along with the old housekeeper were the two maids who took care of the twins. Ria and Piers sat at the small table, having ice cream from enormous bowls. Watching them, anyone would think they had been starved! I thought drily.They all turned to look at me, and I felt a blush stealing over my face. “Where…Ummm… Lucien, I mean your Pappa, is he... I mean, where is he?’Beatrice exchanged a knowing smirk with the maids as she stood up and waddled over to me. She beamed as she said, “The Boss had come by a few
When the cars pulled up escorting his Woman, it was past midnight.Proserpina smiled as she stepped out daintily. She felt like she was in a reverse Cinderella situation!And then, her breath caught as she saw him.Illuminated by the lights on the porch, there stood her big, muscular husband. He was dressed in a charcoal gray formal suit, a tumbler in his hands, his men about him hovering discreetly.But the waves of desire, of longing came crashing at her and she felt a longing to rush to him and throw her arms around his neck, to kiss him and surrender to him mindlessly.But Proserpina did nothing of the sort.Swinging her hips in the naturally seductive way she had, she took measured steps to reach the man who stood, watching her every move.*Lucien stood, frozen, watching her approach.Just the sight of the small figure with the thrusting breasts, the jeans that hugged her rounded curvaceous ass, made his co*k jump up in anticipation.He stood still as she came towards him. She