I sat there with my friends watching over me as the tears flowed down my cheeks, unchecked.Finally, I composed myself enough to stand up, pick up my book bag and give them a brave smile.'Kid, do you want to stay over at our place? 'asked Tanya anxiously, worrying her lip as she looked at me, concern writ large on her pretty face. Rachel stood too, frowning, ready to take up cudgels on my behalf.Smiling through my tears, I shook my head. I know very well that Lucien would be furious if I stayed over with them. And the last thing I wanted was to face his wrath. I was too broken, although I put on a brave face before the girls, who were upset to see how affected I was.'I'm good!'I smiled and hugged them briefly, then I walked out, my heart***That night, I could not sleep. I kept reading and rereading the news item. The photo showed Lucien and a woman, considerably older than me, a silver blonde, tall and willowy. pretty in a vague sort of way, I thought cattily. Almost flat-chested
When I stood before the mirror in the large, spacious bathroom, I could see that my stomach was still firm, and there was no outward indication of the change in my body. which was good, I thought grimly.I looked around me again—at the little house where we had spent so many hours in love.I had blissfully imagined it to be ours, a love nest, but now I saw it for what it was, the way the world looked at it: a House to Keep a Mistress.to be vacated when the next one turned up.Sinking to the floor wearily, I asked myself, "Had it ever been love?"Lucien had never once told me that he loved me.Even in the heat of our lovemaking, a part of him was always in control. Even when his pale eyes glittered in lust, he was able to be in charge, while I must have said that I loved him a million times!The brutal truth was staring me in the face now, and I knew I had no options left.For the Mafia Don, my lover, I was just a woman who had taken his fancy for some obscure reason.The spring and w
Like a druggie who needed her fix, I needed to see Lucien Delano, my lover, to hold him, to feel his strength one last time.And so I found myself back at the club where it had all begun.My shadow, the burly, unpleasant White, had murmured his misgivings, but I had insisted coolly and he had had no choice but to take me to the gentlemen's club where I had first met Gaston. He had appeared taken aback when I frowned at him and put my foot down, demanding that he drive me to the club."If you don't take me," I said firmly, glaring at him, "I shall simply take a cab." Breathing heavily, my face hot with anger, I went on calmly."You can't stop me.'It was probably the first time I had opened my mouth to confront him, and his jaw dropped. Ana the cook, turned and stared at me, disbelief etched on her otherwise sneering face.With a toss of my head, I marched out, my overly large jacket flapping in the wind as I went to the gates, determined to leave.I had also calculated that White woul
Lucien DelanoHe returned to his office, where the arms dealers from Albania were supposed to be waiting for him. The scent of her body remained on his clothes and on his skin, and he felt himself hardening at the thought of the abandoned way she had behaved in the room, urging him to come in.Swearing darkly, he made his way to the washroom, trying to regain control. The little vixen had proved that it would not be easy for him to dump her, as he was used to doing with his other women. He was still hungry for her, and the need to possess her made him stamp his seal on her wheat-colored body, which was firm and plump, enticing him.The hot spray hit his body, and he shut his eyes, picturing her youthfulness, her gasp as he thrust into her ferociously, her small hands clawing at him frantically...He groaned. When he was discussing matters with the wily Albanians, he needed to have a clear head, not a sex-addled brain.It was as he was stepping out of the bath after a much-needed, quic
Lucien Delano It was only after two days that it finally dawned on him that she had left him for good. Worse, she appeared to have vanished from the face of the earth. There was no trace of her. Her friends appeared to be as baffled as he was. In the ferocity of his anger, he had driven to the apartment that very night, the one she had shared with her old friends, although it had been close to 4 a.m when he stood, banging on the door, unmindful of the commotion, ignoring the irate neighbors. One look at his furious snarling face, and the old woman who had peeked out from the neighboring apartment to complain had vanished hastily. The bleary-eyed girls had been as perplexed, openly worried. The tall blonde, Tanya had been on the verge of tears, 'You...gangster, she sobbed,' You broke her heart, didn't you? With those cheap photographs pasted all over the net!' She had been too distraught to continue, sitting down on the couch and howling, 'Now she's gone...!!!' Luc
Proserpina The evening was calm. Dusk settled over the valley gracefully, like a soft shawl tenderly wrapped around the shoulders of the mountain peaks that surrounded the tiny monastery, which lay half hidden on the slopes of the mountains. I smiled as I straightened up, having rocked my twins to sleep. Almost a year and a half old now, my son, little Piers, drifted off to sleep almost immediately. My daughter, Ria, was the stubborn one who went to sleep unwillingly. I tucked the cotton sheet around her plump little body, dropping a kiss on her golden curls. "A real fighter," I thought fondly. "Like her father," said a small voice inside me. I sighed and stood up wearily. This had become my home—this little monastery tucked away on the hillside of the Himalayas. The orderly, serene life of the Buddhist nuns and their unconditional acceptance had been a balm on my sore heart, and when I gave birth to the children, the nuns nursed me with tender care. Yet the thoughts of Lucie
I was dimly aware of the silence in the hall, the fragrance of incense, and the all-pervading sense of tranquillity as I walked toward the dimly lit waiting room. The entire atmosphere had such a calming effect on anyone who came in, I thought. Long windows, a carved ceiling, and walls adorned with paintings that retold the story of the Buddha.When I had first come here, broken-hearted and almost hopeless, this monastery had offered me shelter, unconditionally. There were times when i used to sit here in this room, weeping, praying to a Power I wasn't sure was listening anymore.Gradually, the love and concern of the people around me had made me a more confident person. The birth of my children had only added to the purpose of my life.Smiling softly to myself, I entered the hall.*But my words of greeting died away when I saw the powerfully built man standing before the impressive statue of Lord Buddha. Dressed in a dark suit with a long overcoat, his salt and pepper head gleaming,
Releasing my arms, he grasped a handful of my hair in his fist, winding the other arm savagely around my waist, trapping me effortlessly in a brutal embrace that had nothing to do with love. As I gasped in pain, he brought his head down, kissing me with ferocity and grinding his mouth on mine. There was no love, no gentleness. Only he needs to brand me as his.When he raised his head, I could taste blood. He flung me away, his face mirroring self-disgust.Breathing hard, wide-eyed with shock and a host of conflicting emotions, I watched him, touching my bruised mouth, aware that I would have darkening bruises on my arms where he had sunk his hard fingers into my arms in such a brutish way.He turned, his eyes glinting almost evilly in the feeble lighting. His eyes dropped to my heavy breasts, the nipples clearly outlined through the coarse cloth of my gown, because he still had the power to arouse me, even with his cruelty. With a low growl, he came closer again, roughly fondling my f