All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“We had a donor,” Rachel answered. “I am going to have this one and Michelle will have the next one.”“Does Creighton know?”“Not yet, but it will not interfere with my work,” Michelle continued. “Rachel works from home, so it is a perfect solution. She can be with the baby and I can still work.”“Please don’t tell him yet,” Rachel added. “We will let everyone know when we are ready.”“I won’t say a word,” Sandra promised. “And I think that’s wonderful.” She hugged the two women in turn, feeling very comfortable with them, like old friends. She remained at the table a few more minutes discussing generic subjects until she found it necessary to mingle again. She made her rounds among the guests, visiting with her great aunts Sally and Margaret, Nana’s two sisters, along with their husbands Harold and Reggie. Sandra talked for quite a long time with her cousin, Cindy, until Creighton’s twin cousins, Kaydence and Kaylee, joined the conversation. The three were around twenty and hit it o

“I suppose,” she said absently as the engines roared to life.“We’ll take this slow,” he promised, removing his jacket and tossing it across the end of the sofa. “I will give you lessons in wealth and you will give me lessons in husbandry.” Sandra couldn’t help but smile, feeling much more comfortable with him the instant he relaxed on the sofa next to her, his feet perched on the coffee table.“We’ll be leaving in a few minutes, Mr. and Mrs. Ashford,” Captain Davies said over the speaker. “The weather is clear to Versailles and we should arrive in about fifty minutes. Please sit back, relax and enjoy the flight.”“Ready to go?” Creighton asked again, as the plane began to move forward. He reached across her and pulled a seatbelt from between the cushions on the sofa and fastened it around her, smiling seductively to her as he cinched it tight.“I don’t think I have a choice, do I?” she teased, the fear slipping quickly away as excitement began to take hold. “Not really,” he assure

The beeping of the microwave brought them back to reality before things began to get out of control, making Sandra sigh reluctantly as he pulled away.“I thought you didn’t like cooking?” he asked with an amused smile.“I don’t, but I wanted to do something special for you.”“Can I help?”“You can check the waffles,” she suggested, and watched as he turned and opened the lid, thankful the little squares were light brown instead of burnt black. A few seconds later and the microwave beeped again, reminding them there was food in it. He opened the small door to the shiny silver box and pulled out the plate of sizzling sausages.“The bangers look done,” he said setting the plate on the counter and reaching for a knife to cut them open.“Why do you call them that?” The familiar feeling was back, the relaxed sense of togetherness echoed between them.“Because that’s what they are.”“No, they are sausages. Bangers sound like something pornographic.”“How would you know?” he laughed with a

New Hope Technologies was far from being the elaborate high-tech building Sandra assumed it would be. It was a normal building, three stories high and barely half a block square. Of course, it was modern in design, white brick with wall sized windows looking out onto the street outside. The roof held several large black solar panels and the front door was double sided with the initials NHT in black letters. She stared at the exterior as Harvey pulled the car up to the front entrance and shut off the engine.He had traded in the usual limousine for a small Mercedes Benz sedan, luxurious and expensive, as all of Creighton’s vehicles seemed to be. He stepped around to open the back door as two of the building’s security pushed the double glass barriers open. Sandra wrapped her hand inside her husband’s as they entered the main lobby, being greeted with smiles from the men holding the doors open. They seemed friendly, though she couldn’t understand what was being said. They were once agai

“Bring it on,” she smiled, as he walked with her to the large wooden desk and quickly removed her blouse and bra.“I want you completely starkers,” he insisted, lifting her to sit on the edge of the desk as he sat down in his chair. He lifted her foot, removing her mule pumps one at a time, kissing the sole of each bare foot in turn. He looked up at her and very slowly slid his hands up the inside of her thighs as he pressed her legs wider apart, up over her hips to the waistband of her pants where he hooked his thumbs into the loops. With a quick tug, he pulled her back to stand on her feet between his legs, and slowly began to ease her pants down. His smile widened as her pants slid seductively across her buttocks and down her long slender legs to the floor where he bent over and pulled them off her feet, tossing them aside.“Much better,” he told her in an approving tone. “I think I like your new habit of no knickers. It makes playing so much easier.”“Are you just going to play,