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“That son-of-a-bitch better watch his fucking back!” Greta snarled, “Cause the next time I set my eyes on him, I’ll be ripping his skin off his bones!”“Jesus, Greta,” Halle said in shock, “You need to calm down,”She could feel the woman’s anger through the phone and Halle knew what Greta was capable of when angry.“The last thing I want is for you to go to jail because of my personal problems,” Halle said. Her phone was on the vanity table and loudspeaker as both her hands were busy, pulling out the pins on her hair and releasing her thick strands from their tight bondage.“Your personal problems?” Greta practically seethed, Halle could almost imagine the smoke leaving her ears and her narrowed eyes.“This shit is far beyond a personal problem Halle! Why didn’t you go to the fucking cops?”“Because…” Halle sighed in relief as her hair finally came loose and fell to her back.“It's Simon and—”“—oh forget it!” Greta groaned, “After all, when you were supposed to call the cops on that
The dining room was dimly lit, unlike what it was earlier in the day. The scent of homemade pasta and sauce drifted to Halle’s nose, she inhaled deeply, her stomach grumbling as she made her way to the take. He was there.He was still in his three-piece suit hit, he had taken his blazer off and loosened his tie, kept it right next to his blazer on the armrest, the first three buttons of his dress shirt were left open and he looked laid back.He looked really good with long hair but damn, this low-cut hairstyle was just...It gave him a certain edge that she didn’t see before. It seemed like he had slow-growing hair...Or was he just trimming it every morning?His eyes had been on her since she stepped through the door.She could feel it and also wanted to pretend that she didn’t. Tabitha had just set down an extra dish on the table right next to Xavier’s fingers, he flashed Tabitha a grin and muttered a ‘thank you' to her.Halle blew out a short breath, summoning courage from whate
Xavier sat up, his eyes no longer avoiding hers once she’d asked the question, she tried to gauge his reaction but for someone that was pretty confident in her accuracy of reading people, she was failing miserably right now. She couldn’t understand a single thing when it came to Xavier. His expression became blank and he reclined into his chair and interlocked his fingers in front of him. Halle bit her bottom lip nervously, staring into his insanely calm eyes and wondering if she should be worried about such a reaction. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, he looked like Halle didn’t just ask him if he killed someone in cold blood. What was she going to do if he said yes? How was she going to react? Would that change her views or mayhap by chance, her feelings? “You think I killed him,” Xavier said, swirling the wine in his glass before emptying it yet again! He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh like he was savoring the taste. Halle caught a glimpse of his p
“There you are…” Halle heard a voice whisper softly into her ear.Halle could vaguely remember strong arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her body off the damp grass. She wanted to protest but she was in between sleep and reality.Instead, she nuzzled into the warmth and sighed contently as she inhaled that familiar scent.“You shouldn’t be out in the cold like this…”Was that faint voice Martha’s? She could hear the urgency and worry in her tone.“I am fine Martha…get the door,”Xavier. His voice was deep and strong and she remembered feeling soft thuds from his chest against her face.Halle woke up with a content smile on her face, a yawn left her lips as she stretched and then pulled the sheets off her body.Halle was reluctant to leave the warmth and softness of the bed but—She froze.Bed?Why was she on a bed?Halle could remember falling asleep under the tree while waiting for her sobriety to disappear but instead, it seemed like the alcohol only made her fall
Halle spent the next two days hiding out in her room, using reading for her final exams as an excuse. As much as she didn’t want to take advantage of the women working in Xavier’s house, she had begged Collette to bring up her food any time they cooked.As much as Halle wanted to be in the kitchen, where all the magic happened, she also wanted to avoid Xavier as much as possible, not liking just how strong his effect on her was.Halle spent most of her time in the room reading and the time she wasn’t reading in preparation for the exams, she spent it repeating to herself that this was a job and nothing else.Sure, Xavier had done more for her than any other boss would do and she had more benefits than any surrogate she’s heard of. These things made it tougher for her to convince her mind that everything was strictly professional and that they should continue to stay that way.That dinner with Xavier had almost broken every single one of the rules she had set for herself because Ha
June had picked up the dress from the bed, brought it out of its plastic bag seal, and then spread it out properly on the bed for Halle to see.Halle gasped, her mouth agape as she stared down at the ethereal dress Xavier had picked for her.It was a long black dress that had faint red hues when it was under light.It was a simple dress with a v-line that dipped almost provocatively and had a slit that Halle was sure would stop just above her knees.“It is beautiful,” She said in awe as she ran her hand down the shimmering materials. It was rough to the touch but the material on the inside was as soft as silk. “Mr. Stone had asked his cousin personally to design this dress for you, I was there when he made the call,” June said in a low voice as she brushed her hands over the dress looking down at it in a way that Hale could only describe as longingly.Halle was floored by the woman’s actions but she spent enough time around June to know that she would not be getting any answers
Xavier stared down at the laptop screen on his lap. His eyes burned from not sleeping all night but that wasn’t enough to slow him down. His fingers danced across the keyboard at a speed that one could only achieve from years of practice and skills, Monty, his cousin, stood in front of him with a solemn expression, like he always had. “We don’t have to go to that event today, you should stay—” “—I am not staying home tonight,” Xavier said, interrupting Monty’s words. Sure he felt better whenever the man opened his mouth to speak willingly but as always, their opinions will always differ. “We do not know what moves the Delgados will make tonight, we will all be in public, in an open space, Xavier,” Monty’s eyes narrowed, “Vulnerable in every way,” He finished. Xavier shook his head and added the last characters to the codes he’d been working on since the day before. “We will not be vulnerable, you’re only saying that because you think I can not handle it,” Xavier takes off his gl
“…Wow!” Halle gasped as she stared down at her reflection in the full-length mirror.Her hair was pulled up into a style she never imagined she would ever be able to carry, and an elegant bun that left a few curled locks down the sides of her face and some rested on the back of her neck. The makeup wasn’t too heavy but June made sure to highlight all of Halle’s features, bringing out a certain brightness in her eyes she never imagined she had.The dress felt soft and light on her skin, that provocative dip in the chest area didn’t go as low as she thought it would but it did show a generous amount of her chest but not so much that she would uncomfortable.She paired it with black heels that June had brought at the last minute.June stood behind Halle, both her hands clasped in front of her as she also took in the sight of her handwork.“Martha wasn’t kidding when she said you were good,” Halle voiced, her eyes meeting the woman’s through the mirror.June replied with a simple sh
“Do I really need to be blindfolded for this?” Halle asked with a warm chuckle. Xavier just grinned mysteriously in response, guiding her by the shoulders through what sounded like a set of heavy doors given the echo. “Patience, Flower. I promise, it’s worth the surprise,” he assured her, amusement and excitement dancing in his tone. Halle smiled and cooperated as he led her slowly ahead a few more steps. Her heart swelled, trusting Xavier so completely even when she couldn’t see. After everything they had endured, Halle knew without doubt he would never lead her anywhere dangerous again. “Just a little further,” Xavier coached. “Watch your step.” His sturdy hands on her waist aided Halle in navigating what felt like a small staircase. A few more shuffling paces forward and they finally halted. Halle quivered in anticipation. “Can I look now?” “One moment…” She heard the smile in Xavier’s voice just before he moved behind her and untied the blindfold at last. “Now you can open your
When Halle awoke late one night from another vivid episode of panic, Xavier recognized a shift had finally occurred. He gathered her quaking frame close while she wept, exhausted and heart sore. “Shh I have you, just breathe,” he soothed until the tension slowly left her muscles. Halle clung to him like an anchor amidst stormy waters even once fully awake. “I’m scared, Xavier,” she admitted in a small voice once sufficiently calmed. “Scared she’ll find us again.” Xavier steeled himself before answering gently. “Then it’s time I put real end to this. For your peace of mind, and our son’s future.” Halle’s arms tightened around him briefly at the implication. But she simply nodded bravely when she pulled back. “Just promise me you’ll come back safely. I can’t lose you.” Her palm cupped his bearded cheek with profound tenderness. Turning his head, Xavier pressed a kiss into her open palm. “I will always come back to you Halle,” he avowed passionately. His piercing gaze bore into hers,
Xavier paused in the open doorway, gazing at the scene before him – Halle curled protectively around their three week old son as he nursed, her expression tired but content, Damien was at the edge of the bed, curiously watching and asking questions, his wide eyes innocent and childlike, just like it ought to be. Xavier’s heart swelled at the simple domestic sight, still scarcely able to believe he had nearly lost them forever.Halle had begged for Damien to be close, so the second they left Halle’s birth country in Africa, he had Monty bring the young boy out from hiding and back with them, where he belonged. After Halle had been safely recovered and gave birth, Xavier wasted no time whisking her away to a secluded estate where they could focus solely on healing without fear of Martha’s lingering reach. And healing was no small feat after the trauma Halle had endured. Though her physical wounds were minimal, the psychological toll left lasting scars.She was plagued regularly by v
Halle drifted slowly up towards consciousness, clinging to the last visages of a dream where she was enveloped in tender warmth and comforting strength. Even semi-conscious, she instinctively recognized the sensations cocooning her now were real, not imagined. But after endless days and nights of torment, believing rescue could only manifest as a fantasy, Halle desperately avoided opening her eyes fully. What if this beautiful illusion shattered the instant she woke up? The possibility made her heart seize with renewed panic.No - the arms cradling her were solid, the scent of juniper and fresh rain surrounding her unmistakably Xavier’s. This precious peace was real, it had to be. Halle focused on steadying her breaths, mentally grasping for fragments of memory through the haze still clouding her thoughts. Flashes filtered back now – the frantic escape attempt, searing contractions hitting, Xavier appearing through her delirium of pain like a saving vision…the sweet sound of her chi
A FEW HOURS EARLIER… The scorching sun beat down as Xavier surveyed the sprawling, dusty streets from the backseat of the nondescript sedan. It had taken tremendous resources and calling in more favors than he could count to get boots on the ground in this remote country so quickly. But nothing could deter him from his mission – finding Martha and making her pay for taking Halle.Taking the woman he loved and then sending him papers to sign while at it. Xavier gritted his testy as he thought about the phone call he had gotten from his aunt, she’d sent papers to his mail…asking him to sign over everything to her, that was her endgame. If she couldn’t get it from Damien as she’d originally intended, she’d get it directly from the man himself. Xavier had agreed to her deal but…he wasn’t really going to sign those paper. Stone was his legacy and he’ll be damned if he let’s and overly ambitious bitch take over and ruin everything he’s built. His mind wandered inevitably to images of h
Too spent to argue, Halle permitted him to gently help her ease down onto the padded nest now warming her chilled legs. Though hardly ideal accommodations, at least she was off the frigid concrete floor. Monty seemed satisfied with his efforts.“I must inform the Don that you have been found before he burns the brothel down,” he announced. Before Halle could wrap her mind around the significance of his deliberate phrasing, Monty had disappeared back down the cellar corridor with a final instruction tossed over his shoulder – “Try to focus your energies, I will be back as fast as I can.”Xavier…was here, for her. Halle couldn’t hold back her relieve tears but of course that feeling was short lived. Then Halle was alone again with her body’s urgent demands. She closed her eyes, trying futilely to center her wild thoughts through the intensifying contractions. But it was impossible to find any inner calm or fortitude. Not with her heart pounding anew wondering how much longer until
Halle’s heart hammered violently in her chest as the first contraction seized her swollen belly. There was no denying it now – the terror and physical exertion of her escape attempt had triggered full blown labor. Her child was coming, ready or not, even as Martha’s henchmen battered viciously to break in.“Shit!” Halle cursed under her breath as she held her belly, the pain hitting her unexpectedly and making her whole body sway and her legs shake. Leaning heavily on the dusty desk, Halle fought to stay upright and quiet through the painful tightening. But despite clenching her jaw, a low moan still escaped through her gritted teeth. The dampness soaking her dress kept spreading. “Why are you so impatient…” Halle cursed through gritted teeth, trying her best to stay up right so as to prevent any complications. From down the cellar corridor came another resounding crack – the stubborn old door’s hinges were splintering rapidly under the men’s force. In mere minutes they would be
Halle awoke with a gasp, her heart already racing. Today was the day – the day she would finally attempt her escape from this nightmare. She lay still for a moment, focusing on slowing her breathing and gathering her courage. The gloom shrouded the cramped room, but Halle’s eyes discerned the packed bag hidden beneath her cot containing the supplies she had managed to secretly squirrel away over the past week. The last week had been utter torment, forcing herself to endure her mother’s assaults and the groping hands of repulsive men trying to lay claim to her while pretending total resignation. More than once she had nearly faltered, the will to fight slowly being crushed out of her. But she would gently caress the swell of her belly. She could not – would not – let this place and its monsters claim another child if there was any hope of escape.Moving slowly to avoid any sounds of creaking, Halle eased herself up to sit on the edge of the mattress. Her heavy, cumbersome belly m
The days dragged by in agonizing torture as Halle remained trapped in her personal hell. Time ceased to hold meaning within the dingy confines of the small room that had been hers as a teenager under her mother’s cruel control. The peeling walls oozed with memories of past suffering, the very air thick with hopelessness.And now, heavy with her unborn child, Halle felt more trapped than ever. Her mother’s daily visits always ended with fresh bruises blossoming on her skin, dark reminders of her powerlessness. When not enduring her mother’s rage, Halle spent the empty hours curled miserably on the cot, arms wrapped around her belly as if to shield the precious life within from the darkness pressing in around them.On the fifth night, Halle lay tense and sleepless, every creak of the old brothel putting her nerves on edge. She stared dry-eyed into the gloom, too weary even for tears. The baby’s steady kicks were her only comfort.When the familiar scrape of the main door opening reached