It hurt. Everything hurt. I tried piecing together what happened, but it was all a blur in my mind. Nothing made sense to me. I remember Ronan being there, but I didn’t understand what he was doing there.Concussion, the doctor told me later that evening or was it the next day. I wasn’t even sure how much time had passed. At least I knew who I was. Then I remembered James. Oh, my gosh James! Did James know where I was?I was just about to call the nurse to get her to phone him when Ronan walked into my hospital room.“Oh, thank God!” I tried to sit up, almost hanging myself with all the tubes and wires attached to my body.“Hey.” He held a bunch of flowers in one hand and the other arm was in a sling close to his chest. Then I remembered he had also been in the accident. Which I caused. Or maybe he did. My mind was fuzzy.“Ronan, we have to call James.” I winced, my head hurt when I talked. “The hospital… they called me. Then, then… something happened.”“Easy now. James is fine. I hav
JAMESWhy did I do this to myself? I must have gone totally mad. Men were not built for this kind of torture. And if this wasn’t enough, now I have to be worried about Destiny’s safety. I lay in the tub soaking my lower half in salted water. Goddamn it burned.Previously I got off the phone with the hospital. Strangely enough there was no Sister Angela working there, the Matron assured me. Well, Destiny wouldn’t have made up a story like that. What concerned me the most was that she said her car’s brakes failed.The mechanic promised me that the car was in mint condition when it left his shop, and I believed him. He’s been servicing my cars and my bikes for years and I trust him completely. Who would want to hurt her?The question should be who would stand to gain the most with her out of the picture? I didn’t like where my brain was going with this information. Because the logical explanation would be my father and Jenna. My father could be a real dick sometimes but try and kill my w
DESTINYRonan called me repeatedly, but I didn’t answer. Eventually, after the fifth call, I accepted the call.“Why do you keep calling, Ronan?” I know, I know, he helped me, and I was being ungrateful.“Well thank God! I was just about to go over there. Fucking answer your damn phone. I thought something happened to you.” He sounded concerned. At least someone was.“Sorry. I just didn’t feel like speaking to anyone. My father-in-law just left.” I know it didn’t seem like much of an explanation, but Lord Barrington had riled me up.“Oh… you could have at least just sent me a message, Destiny.”I sighed and rolled my eyes at his hurt sounding tone. “I suppose. Thank you for your concern though. Maybe you shouldn’t be. I’m fine.” My head still hurt, and I had trouble remembering some things. But I guess that was to be expected, I banged my head damn hard.A short pause followed. “You know how I feel about you.”“If you start that again I’m going to end the conversation. What do you wan
JAMESI haven’t felt this crappy since the bachelors. Pain meds and booze–deadly combination. I was still a bit drunk and fucking angry.That’s why I decided to go home. The genuine dilemma was, should I confront Destiny with the photos, or should I just wait and let my investigator do a little snooping?I wanted to stew on it for a while. My fucking head was killing me. I didn’t know what hurt more: my balls, my head, or my heart. Never expected this of her, my sweet naïve Sugar.You were a complete idiot, James Barrington, to allow yourself to be duped by a pretty face and a stunning body. Again.“Mr. Barrington, we’re here.” The driver stopped at my gate.The latter was left wide open. Which was unusual. I tried closing it with the remote control and it didn’t close. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was Ronan’s black Audi in my driveway. That set my blood ablaze.Motioning the driver on through, I checked my Rolex. Barely eight thirty a.m. What the fuck was Ronan doin
DESTINYJames had been acting strangely ever since his return. Secretive. Lately, he seemed distant and guarded, unwilling to open up to me. Despite my attempts to get him to tell me what was lying so heavily on his mind, he would just change the subject.I couldn’t help but feel hurt that he didn’t trust me enough to share what's going on. Every little thing he did seems to be cloaked in mystery: walking away when he's on the phone, refusing my help to unpack his things, and even not wanting me to shower with him like we usually did.Part of me believed that he's simply feeling self-conscious following his operation, but the other part worried that something much deeper was going on. Could it be that he might have seen the photos of Ronan and me on social media?Surely, he would have said something, though.It is frustrating that he’s making excuses to keep me at arm's length, not even letting me drive him to his doctor's appointment.Okay, not that I blame him for that. I’ve wrecked
JAMESI would have gone home sooner from the doctors, but Charlie called me to meet up with him at a local pub.“Not much to go on, Jimmy. Nothing about her movements that looks suspicious. Except for this one time.”“Spit it out, Charlie.” I was anxious to get home to Destiny. She was alone, and I hadn’t gotten a reply from the security company.Charlie took a swig from the pint I paid for. “Yeah, she went to a construction site where she met up with a strange bloke. Took his photo.” He gave me the photograph of the man. “She gave him something in an envelope and then left.”I looked at the photo, but it was unclear. The man had a cap drawn over his eyes so that it obscured his features. Was this payment for tampering with Destiny’s car’s brakes? This wasn’t solid proof, though.“Can you find out who this man is, Charlie?” I wasn’t about to leave anything to chance. If Jenna had anything to do with the accident or the break in, I wanted hard evidence.“Sure, I’ll see what I can find
DESTINYThe man left me there, bound and gagged and lying helplessly on the dirty mattress. It was dark and cold. The rain had left me drenched to the bone, and the combination of cold, pain, and shock had me shivering uncontrollably.Time passed by at a snail’s pace while I lay there in the dark, too afraid to move. James would have been home by now. Was he looking for me? Did he even know I was missing?What was the guy’s plan with me? He said it depended on my husband. That would mean he wanted money. But I had seen his face and I’ve watched too many kidnapping movies. He wouldn’t want to leave a witness that could identify him. Oh, my God… he was going to kill me for sure!No, I wasn’t going down without a fight! I had to escape. I rubbed my face against the dirty mattress to get the filthy gag out of my mouth. It was nauseating. The mattress smelled like sour milk, making my stomach heave.It worked. Coughing and spitting a few times to get that awful taste out of my mouth.“Help
DESTINY It was morning. The pale sunlight shone in my eyes from the windows above. I must have dozed off a few times. My body was stiff and sore all over from being in the same position for so long. At least it was light enough to familiarize myself with my surroundings.How long before the man came back? My stomach grumbled loudly. The sandwich I ate last night was long since forgotten, and I was starving. What I wouldn’t give for a cup of coffee, from our coffee maker at home. I missed James so much I wanted to cry. He must be going out of his mind by now.Would he have called the police? The man, Smith, or whatever his name was, would have probably warned him not to. Wasn’t that what they always did in these situations?Out of desperation, I struggled against the cuffs, and the chair moved slightly. Of course, the office chair still had its wheels, and I could move it. Why didn’t I think of it before?I had to use all my strength to move it, as it had accumulated a lot of dust and