ProserpinaI sat at my desk, busy with my work. I had been reviewing the work done by my team in Japan and was finding it difficult to concentrate. In fact, I had had to go over the mails and the attachments twice before I could make sense of what I was reading.The only news that made me feel thoroughly happy was in the short mail my friend, the Professor had sent me. Dear child, he had written in his affectionate way, I have a surprise for you. A gentleman you knew when you were in Bhutan, is in the US and will be delivering a series of lectures in and around New York. He will be speaking at the Duke’s Hall this week and wants to come and meet you. The name of the gentleman as the Professor so quaintly put it was Brian.Brian Gaulle.The Frenchman who had loved me years ago, during my stay in Bhutan. He had adored me in a gentle fashion, never touching me but his eyes had spoken words. He had proposed to me, urging me to marry him. I had held back…***Pensively, I leant back in my
Lucien He was half-amused by his daughter’s elaborate story. He knew she had wanted to see him. Ria was a mastermind at fabricating stories, and he knew for a fact that his youngest son, who was not yet a year old, was under the weather. He might not have spoken to his wife, but he was keeping himself posted on everything that was happening there, right down to the behavior of Sophia.Beatrice and Beston were his eyes and ears, and they reported back to him four times a day.It annoyed him that the woman he had asked to be a companion for his wife was behaving in such a manner. From what he had gathered, she was of no help to Proserpina.***He scowled.He had wanted to make sure that Proserpina had another young woman to talk to when she was away. She was carrying their fourth child, and he wanted her to be happy.Beatrice had told him about Sophie and her sulky manner.Damn Schwartz, he thought angrily. The man and his soft heart! He had made a mistake in judging the woman.***So w
Lucien He gulped down the rest of his drink. Now he knew that the stakes had been irreversibly raised.There was no going back. He had gambled heavily by bringing in that woman, Catalina.Dmitri had risen to the bait.Somehow, Lucien had a gut feeling that it was coming to an end. Only one of them would be alive after this.He would have to make sure he was the one left standing.***He had a few more details to take care of before he flew to join his family.He strode to the window and stood, staring down at the well-kept lawns of the club. In the distance, he could make out the skyline of the city of Hollowford.Where are you hiding, Dmitri? he asked himself as he drank again.His fists clenched in the pocket of his immaculate trousers.***Proserpina When Lucien sent a message informing me that he would be arriving later that afternoon, I was in a flutter.Like a young woman waiting for her lover, I thought ruefully, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Inspite of his stran
Proserpina He was delayed, Lucien said in a terse voice message that he sent me.He might not be able to make it today, as something had come up. Something urgent.I sighed.At least, I told myself, rubbing my aching back, at least, he was sending me voice messages It was better than the deafening silence he had maintained all these days.***Ria was sulky. She threw a tantrum and wept a few copious tears.I tried to console her, but Pappa's girl was truly unhappy. She cried and said she had made a card for him, decorated with flowers.I smiled and kissed her curls, and after a while, she settled down, fretfully.And then her father called her, yes, HE called her to reassure her that he would be home by evening. The change was instantaneous. She was smiling and making Philippe do cartwheels again.We all had a good laugh over that!***I noticed Sophie hovering around at the edge of the group as I sat in the garden, playing with the kids. Paddy was beside me, a goofy grin on his face,
Proserpina Brian and I connected as easily as we had done in the earlier years. It felt to me as though we had not been out of touch all these years. Impulsively, I grabbed his hands and we stood, grinning and speaking. Ria and Piers who had approached warily were thrilled to see him; in particular, Piers who hugged him in abandon.As I stood with Claude in my arms, listening to Brian speaking in his calm, unaffected manner, I marvelled at his simplicity. I had read about his work online and I had been overwhelmed! He had been hailed all over the world as a man who was doing a lot of work in his field of spreading the message of peace via the teachings of the Buddha. He was also doing a lot for the people who were affected by natural calamities all over the world.During a lull in the conversation, as we sat sipping tea, he asked,“Do you know about the Mother’ His tone was sad.I nodded. The Mother, the chief nun at the monastery when I had been residing there, had passed away peacef
Proserpina I stared aghast at him and then felt myself go hot and then cold all over.I had been waiting for my husband, and this was how he reacted?The anger rose in me and I snapped,“Yes, I am sad, He is a loving friend.’Clenching and unclenching his fists, my lover stepped closer to me. I do not know what would have happened if Ria had not appeared.***Luckily, Ria rushed up to Lucien, a tiny squalling kitten in her hands.“Look at what Phillippe found in the garden!’ she squealed. With a cold look at me, Lucien hunkered down to his daughter.”It’s small…’ he murmured. And moved back swiftly as the kitten took a swipe at him. “And a fighter.’ He added.And then, sending a look at me that made my knees quake, he said softly,“Like your mother.’Ria turned to look at me thoughtfully.“Is that why Unca Brian calls you his kitten?’ she asked ingeniously, and my heart flipped as I saw the dark look on Lucien’s face.***One of the men stepped up, his rifle at the ready.“Boss, ‘ he
LucienHe could not control himself for long. The sight of this woman before him, her brown eyes looking up at him soulfully, with love and trust made him feel angry with himself. Did he deserve her?’She took him in her mouth, gently, lovingly. But he did not want to do gentle now. He wanted to hurt her, to use her,Jerking her to her feet, he pushed her to the bed and flipped her onto her stomach.Then, before she could take a breath, he had slammed into her, revelling in the gasp. She was wet, so gloriously wet, pink and glistening, and he covered her with his body as he rode her, bending over her. He could smell her arousal and hear her panting and gasping, and it made him harder as he slammed into her tight channel.***“ This is the only c*ck you will ever get, baby.’ He growled with each powerful thrust, getting more aroused as she whimpered in shock, pain and pleasure mingling in her.He lowered his mouth to her ear and said in a hoarse tone even as he rode her mercilessly,“A
ProserpinaI rose up from my seat in a surge of horror and fury. My heart was pounding so loudly, I could hear it hammering in my chest. Sweeping up my phone, I ran out, up the stairs to the room Lucien had taken as his study.I noticed Beatrice who was holding Claude, watching me in some consternation.“Chile,’ she called out in anxiety,“Are you okay?’I nodded and then shook my head as I tore up, my yoga pants and long Tee not hampering me. Dimly, I was aware of Sophie in the background, watching. She seemed to be on edge, observing me carefully and ther was something strange about her behaviour. But I was too upset to care about anything. I had to see my husband. And I had to have it out with him; NOW.***When I threw open the door, the first thing I saw was the ashen-faced look on Lucien’s face as he stood with Beston, a phone in the other man’s hands. They turned to look at me as I stormed in, the tears flowing down my cheeks.‘You horny …bastard!’ I screamed and launched mysel