Belle Tori Too Michelle Hoppe Published 2004 ISBN 1-59578-074-2 Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2004, Michelle Hoppe. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Manufactured in the United States of America Liquid Silver Books http://lsbooks.com Email:
[email protected] Cover Art by Will Kramer This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. DEDICATION To my wonderful friend Karen Graham, I dedicate this, the second book in the Club Belle Tori Trilogy, to you. It was your faith and continued support which convinced me to submit the first book in this series for publication. Without your repeated assurances that yes people want to read this type of romance I might still have my books safely tucked away in a drawer. Thank you Karen, my dear friend, I love you. PREFACE
Nestled between the covers of this novel you will find the second part of a great love story; the heart stopping, toe tingling, sensual romance of Victoria Lane and Jason Hunter. Book One--Club Belle Tori: Introduced Jason Hunter, a handsome, self-made millionaire playboy. Tricked by his best friend, Samuel Grimes into joining the very exclusive Club Belle Tori, a Las Vegas swingers club, named for its beautiful, sexy owner, Victoria Lane. Jason, known to his friends as Jase, is a head strong, determined charmer, used to getting what he wants. He was confident Victoria would be no different from all the other women over the years. His seduction of the beautiful Victoria did not go exactly as planned; he never expected to fall in love, any more then he expected her to flee his arms at the first possible opportunity. Pierre DuMonte, best friend and business partner of Victoria, aided Samuel Grimes in his plot, along with the staff of Club Belle Tori, Tony, the bartender, Sophia, the club s customer service coordinator, and Yvette, Victoria s secretary. These five people twisted fate to their will and fanned the flames of desire. Victoria Lane, lovingly nicknamed Tori by her grandmamma, did not want to fight any longer. Pierre was determined to see her in a one-on-one relationship. Believing her wild life as owner of a swing club was not enough, he railroaded her into agreeing to meet Jason. Stunned silent from the moment they met, Victoria surrendered to Jason s well-executed moves, once again allowing a man below the surface of her womanhood. It did not take long for memories of her husband Matt, killed in a random shooting seven years earlier, to crash in. Dread and fear seeped deeper into her heart, when during an evening on the town, she witnessed Jason fight for his life with a knife-wielding drunk. Only seven days after their first glorious moments together Jason; injured and worried, was forced to return to his office in New York City. Afraid to leave, unable to stay, he needed three short days to resolve the problems plaguing a client, before he would be free to return to Belle Tori. Knowing her fears were unfounded, Jason reluctantly kissed her good-bye, promising to return and devote the rest of his life to loving her. Victoria, driven by the deeply rooted terror of losing another man and against the advice of Pierre, decided this budding relationship with Jason would never work. Putting aside her growing feelings, letting go of the joy she felt in his arms and with uncertainty in her heart, she gave into her dread. Only hours after Jason left for New York, Victoria boarded a plane and disappeared into the setting sun. Monday morning Jason returned to Club Belle Tori as promised. Pierre was waiting at the top of the stairs when his limo arrived. While Pierre did his best to soften the blow, he knew if Jason was the man he believed him to be, the shock would quickly run its course. He was not disappointed as Jason took control. CHAPTER ONE Has it only been four months, Jase wondered to himself. It seems like a lifetime. Yet the search was no closer to completion than the day he started. Four long months of loneliness, frustration and dead ends, as days melted into weeks. One hundred and twelve days of longing, yearning for the woman he held in his arms for only a moment in time, the night they met, forever etched on his soul. He closed his eyes and dreamt of her skin, soft and smooth, as her naked flesh responded to his touch. The remembrance of her lips warm and hungry, as her tongue sought the very depths of his mouth. In his mind, he saw the way her hair curled, framing her face. The satisfaction in her eyes as she reached the edges of ecstasy. To hold her again, the driving force behind his months-long search of the world for the woman he loved.
It was not fate which had brought them together. It was careful planning and plotting by two friends. His best friend, Samuel Grimes and her best friend, Pierre DuMonte, took destiny by the hand to work fate to their will. They lured him here to Las Vegas with a simple plan in mind: open the doorway to passion by introducing man and woman, stand back, and watch the heat build until the flames of love ran out of control. In his wildest dreams, he never imagined finding a woman so closely matched to his needs. She was open, honest, and head strong. The last quality not his favorite, for it was her inability to accept fate, which led her to flee from his arms. The chance encounter with a knife-wielding drunk, a small yet bloody cut on his chest, and her damn fear of losing a man, driving her to run before their love could grow strong enough to overcome all. After a quick trip to his New York office, he'd returned to Belle Tori to find her missing, turning the dream into a nightmare. Never one to lose control, Jason came close that day. Stupid, childish, selfish. All words he used to describe her behavior, as he yelled like a lovesick schoolboy. Pierre offered no interference when he took control of Club Belle Tori. This was where he felt closest to Victoria, here in her club, her home, with her staff. He moved into the residence, commandeering her office and Yvette, her secretary. Never doubting success, he hired a private investigator to find her. All he needed to bring her safely back was for someone, anyone, to tell him where she was hiding. It is ironic, Jason thought, her fear of losing me to death, has driven her to lose me in life. Was it only four months, it seemed like a lifetime? **** The cold November air, driven by unseen forces, swept over manicured gardens, knocking the last late buds of fall from their stems. Winter snows were still a couple weeks away, yet the bitter cold of the French countryside seeped in to steal body heat quickly. At the far end of the valley lay the Parker family estate, its granite manor built in the eighteenth century, protected by high stone walls. It was mid afternoon, the sun just starting its descent on the horizon. Church services ended mid morning and the Parker clan gathered to celebrate the birthday of the heir apparent. His coming of age party had been planned to the last detail, complete with gifts and advice from the many friends and relatives invited to share this occasion. Yet those who knew this outgoing young man best, were aware he needed some time alone. Daniel James Parker Senior walked quickly away from the milling guests, leading his grandson toward the solitude of the balcony. As they stood in silence overlooking the fields below, Daniel tried once again to make amends, Take as much time as you need son, I will keep the wolves at bay, referring to the fifty some people attending the party, mostly well meaning family members, wishing to share sage advice on his plans for the future. Thank you. Turning to look his grandson in the eye, Daniel smiled weakly, Just remember we all believed it was best to wait for you to come of age before allowing you to set out on your journey. Gregory Parker was a fine young man, strong, determined, and highly intelligent. You were all wrong, Sir, the bitter tone of his voice, a telltale sign of his steadfast anger. The last three years have been hell and why? What grand purpose was served by making me wait? Your mother was and still is concerned Greg. She had her reasons. Knowing they would never agree, Daniel did not wait for a response. Instead, he briefly tapped Gregory s shoulder in reassurance before turning to leave him alone with his thoughts.
**** Thinking back on the last twenty-one years, he knew his mother loved him completely and wanted only the best for him. However, he had a right, a right to know his father, even if it was twenty-one years after his birth. There was no lack of male role models in his life, his grandfather and uncles provided all the companionship a young growing boy needed. Yet from the time he was five years old he'd know that an important person was missing. Outsiders, looking in, believed Gregory s life was perfect. But, there was a void in his life only a father could fill. Time and time again, he questioned his mother about his father. Each time she told him the story needed to wait until he was older. Three years ago, on his eighteenth birthday, Gregory took his mother aside, to this exact same balcony, and told her it was time. He did not give her the opportunity to put it off again. After several minutes of arguing, she finally agreed to tell him. I was seventeen and my father consented to my spending the summer in Paris with friends. He rented an apartment for us on the Champs de la Rouge. We left right after school let out, she started to explain. Anxious to get to his father s name, Gregory tried to interrupt her, I don t need a long story Mother, just his damn name. Ignoring his outburst, Babbitt Parker drew her lips tight, her well-shaped brow lifting slightly at her son s use of foul language. There is no need for vulgarity young man, she stated flatly. And, before I continue with this story, I want you to promise me something, What do you want mother? You will promise not to leave in search of him until you are twenty-one, she replied. Twenty-one! he shouted. Mother I ve waited eighteen years for you to tell me about my father and now you expect me to wait three more to go find the man. What kind of bullshit is this? Her earlier admonishment about swearing brought to mind by the lifting of her brow, reminding him to remain calm. Reining in his temper he again tried to reason with her. I am sorry mother, but I m unwilling to put off the search for my father any longer. You should have told me years ago who he is. Be grateful for what I m willing to tell you son. If you would prefer to await your twenty-first birthday we can rejoin your grandparents in the salon. Her voice held a note of finality. Gregory knew he would have to consent to her demands or wait; something he was not willing to do. With little hesitation, he agreed to his mother s stipulation. Less then an hour later, he knew the entire story. Now here he was, twenty-one years old, standing on the same balcony of his mothers family estate. Tomorrow he would be boarding a plane to the United States where he would finally meet the man who should have been part of his life from the beginning. Gregory was excited, nervous, and relieved. For the last two weeks all his mother could do was warn him about the dangers of American culture, as well as worry that his father would refuse to see him. She had driven him to distraction, which in turn led to his continued use of foul language, causing her to chide him repeatedly. Now with less then twenty-four hours to wait all he wanted was to speed up time and get to the airport. Thinking fondly of his grandfather and silently thanking him, Gregory descended the stairs heading toward the stables. Hoping to delay his return to the party, he saddled his horse, riding out into the wind-swept fields.
CHAPTER TWO Seven long days after leaving France, Gregory Parker finally arrived in Las Vegas. He had spent his first three days in New York, waiting for the Parker family law firm to locate his father, while he played the tourist, seeing the many sights the city had to offer. He enjoyed the ride to the top of The Empire State Building, and the Statue of Liberty. Grand Central Station was too crowded, but the nightlife was wonderful. He found freedom in New York City. Away from the watchful eyes of his family, he was able to be himself, do what he wanted, and enjoyed being on his own for the first time in his life. The excitement and noise of this great city appealed to his youth. He decided he would return to this exciting city and play, after his search for his father was complete. The bright lights of Vegas rivaled New York s; the weather on the other hand was very different. Here in the desert it was sunny and warm. He spent a wonderful night with a beautiful woman and basked in the glory only obtained with independence. Gambling was a new pastime he planned to cultivate over the coming weeks. And the women, so unlike those in France. Here in sunny Las Vegas, the women wore very little clothing. Dresses cut down to here, and slit up to there, barely concealing soft curves of breast and thigh. With so many willing women to bed, he might just have to remain here for months. His mother, thank heaven, was still in France. He loved her with all his heart, but hoped she would stay there. She was not happy about this trip to the states. Every time they had a phone conversation, she assured him she would be arriving soon to bring him home again. Frustration was an emotion Gregory had not dealt with often during his life, and the dire warnings from his mother about looking for the past were wearing on his nerves. He'd decided three years ago he would find his father and tell him what his mother should have told him twenty-one years ago. With the help of the Parker family s New York attorney he tracked the man to a private club here in Vegas. Finally, knowing where his father was, Gregory mistakenly assumed it would be an easy matter of calling, requesting an appointment and showing up to announce his existence. What he never anticipated was the trouble it would be to get inside Club Belle Tori. Twice a day, once in the morning, once in the evening he called. Each time the voice on the other end of the line told him they were not accepting new memberships. He left messages each time requesting Pierre DuMonte call him as soon as possible. For whatever reason there might be, all of his messages went unanswered. Never one to wait for others, Gregory decided a face-to-face conversation would be best. He rented a car and after getting directions to the club, headed down the Vegas strip toward the desert, the distance hills, and his destiny, which ended at the barred gates of the driveway leading up to Club Belle Tori. Stepping from the car, he scanned for an intercom system. Finding the correct button to call the main house, he pushed it three times and waited for a response. **** Customer relations and membership information for Club Belle Tori was handled by twenty-six year old Sophia Edwards. She'd started working at the club five years ago as an assistant bookkeeper. Now in addition to her other duties she was also the person responsible for the communication systems, which included the closed-circuit camera link to the front gate. It was just after nine in the morning, while sitting at the control panel resetting the phone message, that she noticed a young man step from his car. He looked around for a moment, than hit the intercom button. Unannounced guests were very unusual for the club, especially this early in the day, before the club
opened. Hitting the correct switch to open a line to the front gate she responded, Hello, may I help you? Qui, I would like for you to open the gate, tout de suite. And you are? She was not comfortable with his response, open the gate right now, how dare he issue commands? My name is Gregory Parker; I am here to speak with Pierre DuMonte. Sophia experienced a moment s hesitation on hearing his name. He had called the club several times and been told they were not taking new members. This one did not seem to understand the concept of the word no. She was about to tell him to leave when something about the way he stood there caught her attention. She peered into the screen focusing on his features, surprise hitting quickly. Turning away from the intercom system, she picked up the phone. After several seconds she spoke softly, I need you to get in here, now, she directed, before settling the receiver back on the cradle. Turning back to the intercom system and she spoke. I m sorry young man; Mr. DuMonte is in a meeting. Was he expecting you? No, he is not expecting me jeune femme, however I have traveled a great distance and waited several days for a call from the man. I am done with waiting Chéri; tis time to open the gate. Sophia hit the button to close the open intercom line, disgusted with herself for the spark of interest she suddenly felt. He starts by calling me young woman and ends with beloved, who is this guy? She turned to the man now standing beside her, Tony the club s bartender and currently Pierre s right hand man, involved in the day-to-day running of the club. Well Tony, what do you think? This kid isn t taking no for an answer. Why did you call me in here honey, tell him we are not taking new members. Send him on his way. Tony, this is the same man who called several times this week asking for Pierre. I do not think this is about membership. Look at him Tony, I mean really look at the kid. Leaning closer to the screen, Tony studied the man for the first time. Surprise lit his eyes and he turned to Sophia, You re sure this is the same man who has been calling for Pierre? Yes, I m sure. Tony, what do you want me to do? Tony looked at the screen one more time then spoke in a firm tone, Buzz him in, and take him to the bar. I ll get Pierre and meet you there. She watched as Tony left the room, than returned her gaze to the screen. He stood in the driveway waiting, If you will please proceed to the front door, someone will meet you there. From her vantage point in the security room, Sophia watched as Mr. Parker saluted the camera, returned to his car, and drove though the gates. Her stomach did a flip. He looks just like his father, she thought. Yet was he his father? The resemblance she first recognized and pointed out to Tony was unmistakable. Realizing she was wasting time, she left the security room, heading for the foyer to meet Gregory Parker and escort him to the bar. CHAPTER THREE Water flowed over Jason s body, relaxing muscles tight with stress, as soapy foam washed downward
to the drain. A whirlwind of memories stirred with remembrance of lips, soft and gentle, as his cock throbbed. The longing to hold her in his arms once again, was driving him to distraction. Leaning his forehead against the cool Italian marble tiles, he tried to gain control of the raging need building deep inside. Thinking of the day when he would find her hiding place, he concentrated on what he would do to her body. How he would make her pay for leaving him here alone and wanting. He breathed deeply as the steam created by the hot water swam in his lungs. Exhaling, he pushed away from the wall, turned the handles to cut off the water, and stepped from the shower. Masturbation was not what he wanted. Fuck! The word echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom, loud and angry. Reaching for a soft oversized towel from the warming rack on the back of the door, he dried his body. Still naked Jason moved into the bedroom to dress for yet another day of dead ends, frustration, and longing. His cock still hard, he stood in the middle of the bedroom and closed his eyes. It took complete concentration to clear his mind and replace thoughts of her with a mental picture of his office in New York City. He struggled to think of himself sitting at his desk, reading a legal description of the property a client was buying. Slowly, ever so slowly, he gained control of his mind and drove desire from his body, once again bringing his cock under control. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the closet to dress. He chose black linen slacks and a soft blue, short sleeve shirt. Winter in Las Vegas in no way compared to the icy cold of New York, the only benefit to being stuck here. Successful at driving thoughts of Victoria deep into his subconscious, Jason went out onto the balcony to make a call to Sam. Hunter Consulting, may I help you? The friendly voice of the receptionist on the other end of the line welcomed. Good morning Suzette, put me through to Sam s office please. Good morning Mr. Hunter. Sir, did you forget Mr. Grimes is on vacation? No. Yes, actually, where did he go again? I believe he will be staying at the Ocean Club in Nassau, however at the moment he is in St. Thomas. Would you like me to try patching you through to his cell phone? Yes, see if you can pull him away from whatever important thing he is doing. He heard a soft laugh, as she hit the hold button, sending him into silence while he waited for the connection to go through. He thought about Sam, his best friend since high school. They had grown up together, attended the same college, and ended up in business together. Their close relationship was something most men never experience. He felt lucky to have enjoyed such a lasting friendship. Sam was the person who had given him the moniker Jase, a shortening of his name, many of their other friends soon adopted. Before they finished their first year in high school, most people, including teachers and coaches, used this nickname. Before long everyone he knew called him Jase, yet the only one he wanted to hear it from at the moment was a very stubborn woman hiding somewhere out of his reach. It could not have been more then thirty seconds before the sound of Sam's voice pulled him back from his thoughts. Hey old man, how are things in sunny Las Vegas. Don t be an ass, Sam, nothing is going well, and your chipper tone is only going to piss me off, so
stop it. Hey old sport; don t take it out on me, I didn t do anything to drive the lady into hiding. Why the hell do you keep calling me old, you son-of-a-bitch, you re three months older then I am. True, but I don t look as old. Christ, Sam. It is not how old I look that bothers me, it is how old I feel after the last few weeks. If this damn P.I. doesn t have good news for me this morning, I m liable to choke him. Noting a change in Sam s tone, Jason knew he was getting serious. Jase, we will find her, it might take a little longer, but we will find her. There was a short pause, as if he were deciding to continue. I can t believe she hasn t called Pierre, just doesn t make sense. So you think DuMonte may be in contact with her. Damn it, I m going to kill him. Wait, Jase don t be stupid. Pierre wants her home as much as you do. If he d heard from her he would have told you, I m sure of it. But you said. Never mind what I said, just thinking aloud. Trust me if anyone on the staff at the club finds out where Tori is hiding, they will tell you. You still insist on calling her Tori don t you? It s her name. No, her name is Victoria. Tori is a stupid nickname someone gave her as a child, which in my opinion does not compare to the beauty of her real name. You know, if the only reason you called is to be nasty and ruin my day, I can always hang up. I m sorry, Sam. Don t mind me; I m just losing my mind. Jason, listen to me. We have known each other a long time and I usually do not give you advice, you know. Under the circumstances though, I don t think anyone would blame you if ... well you know, fucked someone. Jesus Christ Sam I don t want to discuss this with you. Seeming to ignore his outburst, Sam continued, Remember why you and Tori are so perfect for each other to begin with. Open sexual freedom. Do you really believe she is sitting ... wherever, waiting for you to find her, without enjoying what pleasures may be available? She damn well better not be screwing anyone else. Come off it Jase. Damn it, she owns a swing club, is most likely a member of swing clubs all over the world. We know she visited one in Key West. Do you honestly believe she is celibate, just because you are? No, I m sure she is dancing naked through the streets of some small island in the Caribbean, fucking everything in pants. Hell Sam, why is it so hard for everyone to believe she might be denying herself sex? After all, she is an expert with the tools of the trade and can easily please herself. Do you honestly believe
she needs a man to make her sex life enjoyable? Sam s voice took on a resigned note. I just don t want to see you getting so crazy Jase. If you do not want to get involved in an orgy, at least let one of the girls give you a blowjob. Christ, have you ever gone four months without, well without...? That is none of your god damn business, Jason interrupted. Now leave me in peace and tell me about what is going on in the office. How the hell do I know, I m on vacation! Jason heard Sam s laughter and his anger exploded again. Enough fun at my expense asshole, go back to your damn vacation and let me worry about my sex life. The receiver slamming onto its cradle did nothing to stem Jason s quickly returning frustration. He stood silent, his eyes taking in the sweeping expanse of lawn below. He looked beyond high walls protecting the back of the estate, gazing out at the distant hills, now carpeted in emerald green. Unlike the normal brown, cracked surface of summer, a little rain brought forth a riot of color as wild flowers bloomed and small green plants sprouted across the desert floor. His eyes drifted skyward, deep blue with wisps of transparent clouds, a single bird floating along, pinned against the velvet sky by an updraft. Glancing back down at the enclosed estate he reminded himself the private investigator was waiting in his office. Returning inside, he inhaled deeply, shook the frustration from his body, and left the residence. CHAPTER FOUR With the first stroke of the feather, shivers ran over her skin, causing goose bumps. Starting at her belly the soft down moved tenderly as it teased her inner thighs and glided slowly down to her toes. Then back up, smoothly skimming along her arms, touching briefly on her fingertips. Slowly, meticulously, the feather stroked over each inch of skin. Touching lightly until her flesh was tingling from top to bottom. Her body responded to the soft touch as a low moan escaped her lips. Her muscles contracted as the feather continued to raze her senses. She moved her legs as the tickling sensation continued, trying to stop the spasms building within. Intense heat swelled up inside as she struggled to see the face of her tormentor. Trapped in this exquisite realm of pleasure, the darkness complete, no light filtered in from windows or doors, as the heat rose. Moving again, she tied to open her eyes, a name playing on the tip of her tongue. She knew his face, it was here, somewhere in her mind. If only she could concentrate, if only the feather was not teasing her senses. If only the heat bubbling deep inside would cool, she could focus. Slowly she gained control of her thoughts, his face became clear, Jason her mind screamed. His name is Jason. Working hard to get the sound out she said his name in a low whisper, her mind afraid to speak it loudly. There was no response. The heat inside was begging for release as he tortured her with the feather. Why did he not speak? She tried his name again, louder, still no answer. Again she tried, his name torn from her lips in a scream, which jolted her awake, beads of sweat covered her body as a chill ran down her frame. Shaking slightly as the dream faded quickly, she opened her eyes feeling lost and alone. Slowing she became aware of her surroundings. The afternoon sun blazed high in the sky, its warmth surrounding her like a blanket. Soft waves rolled ashore in endless procession, bringing small shells higher up the beach. Shore birds danced in and out of the waves, pecking the sand for any tidbits washing in with the tide. Gulls swept overhead, their cries carried on the gentle breeze. Was it only four months, it
seemed like a lifetime? Under the protective shade of a large umbrella, Victoria allowed herself to give in to tears. Where is he? A question she asked herself every day. She could not take much more of this. Her body ached for his touch. Her lips longed for his taste. She sat there, tears streaming down her face, watching the calm ocean swells. Every night she fell asleep with the memory of his exquisite touch, his scent lying upon her mind. And every morning she woke to the cold space in the bed beside her, a longing in her heart to touch him again. She had made a mistake she knew this now. How silly to worry about losing him to an accident. How stupid to discount the depth of their love. It was childish and cowardly to run away, yet she truly believed, in the beginning at least, he would come for her. Swooping down from the sky in his silver jet to carry her home like a knight in shining armor. Four painful, slow months she waited for him to find her. Granted she did her best to make it difficult, using cash instead of credit cards after her arrival in St. Thomas. Not too difficult though, she had checked into the club using her real name. She was staying at one of only seven hotels in the Caribbean that catered to swingers and truly believed any good detective he hired would find her with a little effort. Yet here it was four months since the fateful night, the night she left her home, her friends, her club and still he did not come. After the first four weeks, when Jason did not arrive, she began to believe his feelings must not run as deeply as hers. She would have moved heaven and earth to find him if it were he who had chosen to run. If he felt the connection between them he would never have let her stay away this long. Yet here she was, still waiting, the only conclusion she could draw: he was not looking for her. This took a while to settle on her brain. When it did she decided returning to Las Vegas and the emptiness his absence would create, was more then she was up to. Was it only four months? It seemed like a lifetime. Sitting on the lonely beach Victoria finally realized he was not coming for her. Well some knight you turned out to be Mr. Hunter, she yelled at the seagulls flying overhead. Quickly wiping the tears from her eyes, Victoria made a decision to stop waiting. It was time to go home and face the music. If Jason would not come to her, she would go to him. There would be hell to pay if anyone tried to stop her. After months of depression, she felt her confidence return; she rose from the chaise lounge and headed back inside. Tonight she would party with the other guests. Tomorrow morning she would call Pierre and tell him of her plans to return home. **** Proudly boasting seventeen years in business, Thomas Green Investigations enjoyed a success rate of ninety eight percent. This record was about to get screwed to hell-n-back by the most frustrating case ever. Thomas was unhappy. He knew his client was as well. After four months of missed connections and little cooperation, here he was sitting in this opulent office at Club Belle Tori, about to face the mounting anger of Mr. Jason Hunter. A self-made millionaire, Hunter hired Thomas agency and what should have been an easy missing persons case quickly turned into a nightmare of false leads and dead ends. Thomas made the trip from his office on the Las Vegas strip to the club on the outskirts of Vegas once a week to report to Mr. Hunter. As the days passed, these meetings became more and more stressful. The search for Victoria Lane, owner of Belle Tori, stalled in the first two weeks. The club was her home; at least it was until four months ago when she disappeared off the face of the earth. According to all his research, interviews with the staff and Jason s own statements, there was no place else she wanted to be.
Going over the notes spread in front of him, Tom tried to make sense of this case. Information obtained from Samuel Grimes confirmed he tricked Hunter into joining Club Belle Tori. Apparently, working with Pierre DuMonte, business partner and best friend of Victoria Lane, the two plotted to bring the pair together. Hunter, a self assured, confident man, came to Vegas for the sole purpose of seducing Ms. Lane, who by all accounts was Vegas wealthiest woman. Eyewitness statements from staff members showed Hunter succeeded beyond their wildest dreams. If the story were true, Thomas was sorry he missed the evening four months earlier when the two of them met for the first time. The descriptions he received from several of those present, made him hard with need. Never having attended an evening at a swing club, the open nature of the sexual behavior that took place surprised him. Several of the female staff members delighted in relating the finer points of Hunter s seduction of Lane. The way he used his mouth to devour her lips and breasts, how his fingers moved over her body in time to the music, delving into her pussy and eliciting screams of pleasure from her. He heard about the many orgasms she experienced, right there on the dance floor in the bar, as Hunter skillfully made her body sing for the crowd. It amazed Thomas when he learned most of the club members in attendance that evening were watching the couple make love, their bodies entwined with the music. Apparently, without concern or embarrassment, they moved across the floor as if they were the only people on earth. It was unbelievable to him how some people could be so open about their sexuality. Smiling to himself as he pictured the events in his mind, Thomas felt his cock swell. His wife would be pleased this evening. One, no, actually the only advantage to this case, Thomas found to his wife s delight, his sex drive increased after each visit to the club. He considered telling her of his desire to join such a club, then smiling, pictured her reaction. Shaking his head, surrendering the thought, he pulled his mind back to the present. They knew Ms. Lane boarded a commercial airline flight to Miami. His man in Florida was able to trace her to a hotel in Key West, where she stayed for two days. While unable to discover most of her activities during her time there, credit card receipts showed dining at several of the finest local restaurants, shopping in six of the eclectic shops on Duvall Street, plus a visit to the local swing club. From Key West, she chartered a private jet to take her to St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands. It was relatively easy to find her hotel of choice and evidence of more shopping; damn the woman could spend money on clothes. Two days after arriving she disappeared, his team unable to locate anyone with information on her whereabouts. There were no further credit card receipts, no information on her departure from the island. It made no sense. Why did she suddenly stop using her cards? How was she paying for expenses? Did she meet with an acquaintance in St. Thomas, who assisted her in hiding? Driving himself to distraction, Thomas asked these questions repeatedly in his mind. They were the same damn questions Hunter asked every bloody time he sat in this office facing the man. There must be a puzzle piece missing and someone at this club knew the answer if only he could find the correct question to ask. The sound of footsteps outside in the hall interrupted his thoughts. Thomas sat straight in the chair, eyes glued to his notes as he prepared himself to once again explain to Hunter why finding Ms. Lane would take more time. CHAPTER FIVE Not in the mood for another long-winded explanation of why they could not tell him where she was, Jason paused at his office door. He'd heard enough excuses in the last few weeks to last a lifetime. Good
god, you would think after all the time and money he had spent they would at least be able to tell him which continent they should search. Yet here he was heading for his office, sure there would be new excuses, more explanations and nothing to report. Jason s mood was bleak as he walked through the door into the office. Already seated in front of the desk, Thomas Green had papers spread from one end of the six-foot expanse to the other. Hello Tom, Jason stated, please tell me you have good news. There was no response from the man sitting with his back to the door. He seemed to be deep in thought. Tom? Jason questioned as he moved closer to the desk. Pulled from his thoughts, Thomas replied, Good morning Mr. Hunter. I take it you still have nothing to report on her where-a-bouts? Jason stated in a matter of fact voice, as he moved around the desk to take a seat. As I told you last week Mr. Hunter; Ms. Lane does not want to be found. She has been very careful not to use her credit cards. She has not called any of her friends that we know of. She hasn t checked into any hotel we ve contacted. How is that possible? Jason s voice sounded cold. It s possible because she doesn t want to be found. What I do not understand is where the money is coming from. She is not writing checks out of any account we know of, all the traces we have done of the banks failed to reveal any hidden accounts. We checked for credit cards in her maiden name, as well as her grandmothers, mothers, and any other variation we could think of. If her spending habits are close to her normal, she would be need a very large bankroll to stay away this long. Does she have access to that kind of cash? Jason thought for a moment, his face going dark as he reached for the intercom. Hitting three, he waited for his assistant, Yvette to answer. She was actually Victoria s personal assistant, however since her mistress s disappearance she had nothing else to do, so took on the difficult job of caring for him. Yes Jason, Yvette greeted over the open intercom line. Find Pierre and tell him to get his fucking French ass in here now, Jason demanded. I m standing right here and swearing is not necessary, Pierre snarled, as Yvette chuckled. My apologizes. Could you please get your fucking French ass in here? **** Stepping from the small twin prop plane into the sunlight, Samuel quickly reached for his sunglasses. He desperately needed this vacation after four months of searching for Victoria and dealing with Jason s foul moods, which were enough to make a saint scream. His earlier call from Jason reminded him why he had fled Las Vegas in the first place. He knew if they did not find Victoria soon, Jason would drive them all over the edge. He could not understand why Jase was so reluctant to have sex with one of the many women of Club Belle Tori. Christ, if he were in his shoes, he would be living it up while the search was on. Thinking this over a little longer, Sam suddenly hit on the answer. Perhaps, his best friend since childhood was actually in love for the first time in his life. Mulling this over, Sam was surprised it had not occurred to him sooner. My god, he is in love, this would take some getting use to. Quickly on the heels of this thought, Sam said a silent prayer Victoria felt the same way and was abstaining from intercourse as well. The island of Nassau was beautiful. Sam marveled at the sights on his drive from the airport, a warm
breeze keeping the temperature a balmy seventy-eight degrees. He had driven down streets lined with small open-air shops, many hawking tourist items like t-shirts, three for ten dollars. Others offered straw hats, bags, clothes, and jewelry; store after store, many with the same merchandise, all hoping to attract the thousands of tourists visiting the island at any given time. His hotel was located on the farthest side of the island. It took about twenty minutes to drive around the coast route. The vast expanse of aqua water, washing onto sparkling white beaches, tempted him on several occasions. He resisted the urge to stop instead continuing on to his hotel. He arrived at the Ocean Club early in the morning and after taking a much-needed nap, he decided to head for the bar to check out the local scene. Manny, the front desk clerk had given him the grand tour earlier in the day so he knew exactly which direction to head. He wanted a drink badly, so with this goal uppermost in his mind, he stepped through the doorway of the bar. His eyes were immediately drawn to a beautiful woman who looked like she was about to stand up. In less then a second, Sam realized who the woman was and backed out of the bar as quickly as possible. He did not think she had seen him. Oh my God, he thought, I cannot believe she is here. Walking quickly, Sam headed for the elevator to make what he knew would be one of the most important calls of his life. The only thing he needed to decide before he got to the room was who to call, Jason or Pierre. Shaking his head, he figured he could delay the decision until he arrived in the privacy of his suite. **** Returning to her room, Victoria prepared for an evening of dancing and fun. Having showered and dressed in a flowing gauze dress, she headed downstairs to the bar. Sitting alone in the softly lit room, sipping her favorite drink, cranberry juice, and vodka, she looked around at the art and furniture. The place was beautiful, decorated in a tropical theme. Bright colors, open ceilings, fans, and palm trees. Long tall windows ran the length of the far wall, looking out onto the not so distant beach. Several tables with large canvas umbrellas were available for those wishing to sit in the open air. It did not take long for her to slip into thoughts of home. She felt certain about her choice to return to Las Vegas and anticipated the excitement tomorrow s call to Pierre would generate with her staff. She hoped he would be able to give her details on what Jason had done during her absence. Was he even in Las Vegas? Had he been searching for her? Did he care? Unable to understand his failure to find her, depression closed in. Someone unseen put quarters in the jukebox and a sweet, lazy country song began to fill the air with music. Shaking herself out of her thoughts Victoria concentrated on the words to the song. Moments later, she decided she did not care for country music and rose to move outside. As she came up off the bar stool her eyes were drawn to the mirror hanging over the back bar. She caught his reflection as he stood in the doorway. His eyes scanned the room finally coming to rest on her slightly turned body. The look of shock on his face when he realized it was her almost made Tori laugh aloud. However, she simply turned enough to conceal the fact his face was visible in the mirror. She watched as he withdrew from the doorway, turned left and headed in the direction of the lobby. Victoria stood and followed him. Hanging back until she saw him enter the elevator, she paused in the hallway long enough to see which floor the elevator stopped on. Laughing to herself at the irony of it all, she walked to the front desk. Manny, how are you this beautiful evening? she questioned the front desk clerk.
Ms. Tori, I am doing fine. Can I be of assistance? The gentlemen who just got on the elevator, did you see him? Yes, his name is Samuel Grimes Manny started to say, before Victoria interrupted him. I know the gentleman s name Manny, he is a friend from home. I would like to surprise him, if you would give me his room number, please. Looking at the computer screen sitting on the check-in counter, Manny scanned for the correct room, He s in room two thirty-four. Thank you Manny. Have a wonderful evening, Victoria stated. Feeling light-headed and a little nervous she walked toward the elevator. As the elevator ascended to the second floor, she tried to reason this out. Why had Sam looked so shocked when he saw her? Why did he retreat from the bar without saying anything to her? Do not jump to conclusions, she warned herself, it does not mean Jason is looking for you. What else could it mean ? Unable to find a different explanation for Sam s behavior, she decided he must have hoped to alert Jason to her presence before she discovered he was here. Holding tight to her newfound belief, she stepped from the elevator, walked to room two thirty four and knocked on the door. **** You demanded my presence, Pierre stated from the open doorway leading into what use to be Victoria s office. Sorry Pierre, please come in, Jason s voice softened. You know taking your frustrations out on the staff is not a good idea? Pierre commented as he walked into the room taking a seat next to Thomas. He crossed his legs and settled comfortably into the chair. He knew the tension he felt was about to boil over. Jason s anger and frustration grew daily. God help the person who got in his way. Secretly, Pierre found the whole thing quite amusing, Victoria running away and hiding, Jason moving into the club and taking control. Now all they need was to bring the two of them back together, which he knew would happen, then he expected them to spend the rest of their lives together. Pierre felt a smug satisfaction, knowing it was his plotting which would accomplish this feat. Lost in thought, he missed part of Jason s question, a question he felt sure was one they expected him to answer. ...where the cash is coming from? Jason was looking at Pierre, anger written in his eyes. You find this amusing? he shouted. Snapped back to the present by the tone of his voice, Pierre looked in Jason s direction. The truth, oui I find it amusing. As for your question, since I wasn t listening, perhaps you could repeat it. Jason shook his head in disgust as he asked his question again. Since she hasn t used checks or credit cards, and we ve been unable to find accounts in any of the other possible names you gave us, Thomas feels confident Victoria has access to large sums of cash. Do you have any idea where the cash is coming from? She is most likely using the inheritance her grandmamma left her, Pierre answered. Jason stood and turned to face the windows, obviously trying to control his building rage. Turning slowly, his features doing nothing to conceal his wrath, he spoke one carefully chosen word. Inheritance?
Oui, most of the money was used to start the club; however I believe she kept close to a hundred thousand in cash in the safe downstairs. Still choosing his words with care, Jason asked, Is the cash still in the safe? I haven t looked, Pierre responded, a slight upturn to his lips showing through despite his attempt to sound indifferent. Jason s temper exploded, Bloody fucking hell Pierre, did it not occur to you this information might have been helpful? His fist hitting the desk sent a loud bang vibrating around the room causing Thomas Green to jump. Pierre was unfazed by his show of anger. Still sitting comfortably in the chair across the desk, he did not even flinch when Jason shouted again. Get your ass out of that goddam chair and go find out. Pierre stood, Sure Jase, I ll go check while you take a moment to calm down. Shouting isn t going to get things done any faster or bring her home any sooner. Not giving Jason time to respond Pierre quickly made to exit the room, however he could not resist a parting shot at Hunter, Maybe you should think about fucking someone s brains out Jason, might help take the edge off your temper. Pierre heard what sounded like something hitting the wall as he quickly closed the door to the office. If not for all the shouting coming from the closed room, Jason could have heard his laughter as he moved downstairs to the security room, where the safe was located. CHAPTER SIX Tony's job at the club was bartender; however, since Victoria s disappearance, his duties had expanded. He spent most of his early afternoons directing cleaning staff, a job formerly done by Victoria s secretary. Now, since Jason Hunter invaded the mansion and assumed control, Yvette became his own private errand girl. His anger came from changes Hunter made during Victoria s absence. He could not understand why Pierre was allowing Jason to make decisions. It is not as if Hunter and Victoria were married, hell they had only known each other for a week before she ran away. Yet here he was running Club Belle Tori, changing the general routine and limiting membership, all without the advice or permission of Pierre DuMonte. In reality, Pierre owned a share of the club and in Victoria s absence should have been the one in charge. He had checked Pierre s office, the bar and stockrooms without locating him. Returning to the lobby, Tony walked toward the grand staircase thinking that perhaps he missed him upstairs. As he approached, he heard Pierre s laughter. Stopping on the bottom step, Tony waited for Pierre to join him. Something funny? he asked. Oui, Pierre responded, the look on Hunter s face when I told him about the cash Tori always kept in the safe. Tony s shock was apparent on his face, You never told him about the cash, fuck, bet he s fit to be tied. He was when I left the office a few moments ago, and I doubt he has calmed down any since, Pierre confirmed. I ve been ordered to check the safe to see if the money is still there. Pierre pointed in the direction of the security room as he began walking down the hallway. Christ, old man, you know it s not, Tony stated, as he followed along behind Pierre.
Actually, I can honestly say I do not know. You see; I suspected she took the cash, so I have avoided checking. This way if it ever came up I could, with all honesty say I had no idea. Fucking hell Pierre, I thought you wanted her back here with him? Tony s voice was growing angry. Oui, I do. However, it is not good for this to be too easy on either of them. They are soul mates Tony and this separation will only increase the intensity of their love once they are reunited. Shaking his head Tony responded to this ridiculous statement, Playing with fire if you ask me. I just hope no one gets burned in the end. Well I m sure this giving of unsolicited advice is not the reason you have been following me around instead of working, Pierre stated as he reached the door leading into the security room. Tony s face flushed with color, his anger boiling to the surface again. As a matter of fact old man, I was looking for you. His voice cracked, Gregory Parker, remember the name? Well he showed up at the gate and demanded to be let in to meet you. Stopping, his hand resting on the doorknob Pierre looked back in Tony s direction. You sent him on his way I assume? No, Tony stated flatly. I do not think he will go away until he gets his fifteen minutes with you. I gave permission for Sophia to let him in. She took him to the bar to wait for us. Now it was Pierre s turn to get angry. Sacre´, I am surrounded by incompetent children. Tony smiled, It s too late to send him away now, old man. A look of disgust filtered over Pierre s face as he turned away from the security office door and headed to the bar, Tony close behind. **** Arriving at his suite, Sam swiped the card in the lock, opened the door, and stepped inside. Walking to the desk, he found his cell phone where he had dropped it before heading to the bar. Hitting speed dial two, the number he had programmed for Club Belle Tori, he listened as the phone rang and waited for the connection to complete. Hello. Jason, this is Sam. I m in a meeting here, can I call you back? No, I have something to tell you. Can t it wait? I m in the middle of things. I think DuMonte may have found out where she is getting the cash from. Stop talking and listen to me Jase. Before he could continue, there was a soft tapping on the door. Hold on a second, someone is at the door. Sam I don t have time for this, call me back later. Sam moved to the door, the phone still at his ear, Hold on damn it let me see who is knocking.
Opening the door, he stood there staring. Hello Sam. Caught off guard, Sam s hand dropped from his ear, taking the phone with it. His finger instinctively went to the disconnect button, ending the conversation with Jason. Trying to collect his wits, Sam moved toward her, Hello Tori, he said as he pulled her close, hugging her tightly as if to confirm she was real. Victoria returned Sam s embrace and once he let go, she passed through the door. Looking around the room, she moved toward the couch and gracefully lowered herself to the padded cushion. She motioned for Sam to join her. Sam almost reached the couch when the cell phone in his hand started to ring. He held the phone up, looked at the number displayed in the message window, and hit the off button to disconnect the incoming call. He tossed the now useless phone on the nearby chair. He saw the laughter light her eyes before he heard it issue forth, she is enjoying this. Her voice full of mirth, she questioned, You realize Jase is going to be swearing a blue streak right about now? Adding his laughter to hers, Sam replied, If I know him, he is yelling the walls down, but I can t very well tell him you re here when you re standing at the door, now can I? Sam heard the deep intake of breath, as if she had been holding it, waiting for him to confirm something. Was it possible she believed ... no she must have known they were searching for her? Didn t she? Looking down at her face, he saw relief written in her eyes. Reaching for Victoria s hands, he pulled her to a standing position and planted a kiss on her lips. Holding her in a bear hug, he whispered in her ear, It is wonderful to see you again, beautiful. I hope you know the game is up. It s good to see you too darling, what game? Hide and seek. I didn t realize you and I were playing a game. We are not playing the game Victoria, you know what I mean. She pushed out of his arms and returned to the couch. Without acknowledging what he'd said, she patted the cushion next to her, inviting him to sit down. Tell me what has been going on. Lowering himself beside her, he looked at her expression, trying to figure out if she was teasing. Not wanting to fall into a trap, he cautiously responded, What do you want to know? Everything. Desperately, he tried to figure out what conclusions she might have drawn after four months. He knew she wanted to ask about Jase, so why did she hesitate? Things have been, shall we say, tense? Really. Why? Don t play with me Tori, you know why. Sam darling, I ve been away for four months, how on earth do you expect me to know what has been going on at home and why it would be tense.
Hell Victoria, you must know he s been going crazy. Why would Pierre be going crazy? He knows I m old enough to take care of myself. Damn it, stop being coy, you know I meant Jason. Her lips formed an O as she looked at him. Jason has been going crazy, whatever about? Sam stood, tossing one of the sofa pillows at the wall as he came up. Bloody hell Tori, do you think he just went back to his old life after you left. Do you honestly believe he forgot all about you and moved on to the next relationship? He has spent four months searching the world for you, driving everyone insane with his demands to find you. Christ, you cannot sit there and tell me you really believed he would let you go. I didn t know what to believe Sam. Her voice was a whisper and he realized she was being sincere. Dropping back on the sofa, Sam took her hands in his. God, Victoria, he thought he d lost you. You have to believe me he has done nothing for weeks except look for you. Is he angry? At first he was. It was childish to run away sweetheart, you have to know that. I do. After the first few weeks, when the detectives couldn t track you, he stopped being angry and began to worry. The last couple of weeks though it s become anger again. Will he come? I can t believe you need to ask. Do you have any idea how much he loves you? Before Victoria could reply the phone on the desk in the corner started ringing. Sam released her hands, stood and walked to the phone. Reaching for the receiver, Sam put it to his ear, Hello, Jase. **** Damn Pierre for not telling him about the cash sooner, did he think this was a fucking game? His anger subsiding a little, Jason once again sat at his desk. Thomas handed him a report just as the phone on his desk started ringing. Reaching for the receiver, he lifted it to his ear. Jason, this is Sam. I m in a meeting here, can I call you back? No, I have something to tell you. Can t it wait I m in the middle of things? I think DuMonte may have found out where she is getting the cash from. Stop talking and listen to me Jase. Jason did not have time for this and now he was on hold so Sam could answer the door, damn it. Sam I don t have time for this, call me back later.
He heard him open the door; the voice in the background was a woman and Jason knew the moment he heard her say hello it was Victoria. Sam, what the hell is going on? The line went dead. Goddam it, what happened? He reached for the phone and pulled it closer to him, cursing under his breath about phone companies in general, and a woman in particular. He quickly redialed Sam s cell number. It rang twelve times before he gave up slamming the receiver in its cradle. Looking across the desk at Tom, That was Sam. I do believe he s located my missing lady. I ll lay a wager on any table in town it was her voice I heard just before the line went dead. Tom looked at Jason with a note of confusion on his face. Found her you say? Where? Jason tried to control his mounting anger before he replied, Sam is on vacation somewhere in the Bahamas. Just after saying hello, he told me to hold because someone was knocking on the door to his room. I heard him open the door and then a very familiar voice said Hello Sam. Seconds later the line went dead. I believe my missing lady is in the Bahamas with my best friend. I don t see how this is possible Mr. Hunter. We have checked several times with the hotels in the Bahamas, along with those on other islands in the Caribbean. If Victoria Lane is in the Bahamas we would know it. Be that as it may, I know her voice and I m telling you she is with Sam, at whatever hotel it was Suzette said he was staying at in...I believe she said Nassau." Mr. Hunter ... Jason, please do not get your hopes up. I assure you we ve checked every location in Nassau. Listen Tom, this would be a hotel that caters to swingers. Perhaps they misled your people about her being there. It is, after all, a closed society. Anything is possible now that you mention the closed nature of the society; I d have to say it s likely. On the other hand we showed pictures of Ms. Lane and questioned several people staying at each hotel or club. I have found in the last few months, the people who live this lifestyle tend to be closed mouthed about what goes on inside the walls of a club. I believe they would also be reluctant to confirm to an outsider if someone was staying at the hotel. It never occurred to me Mr. Hunter. Jason noted the disappointment in Thomas voice. Do not blame yourself Tom, it did not occur to me either until just now. So the question now seems to be, why Sam called only to hang up when Ms. Lane knocked on the door." That is just the first of many questions I want answered, Jason stated flatly, as he once again reached for the phone and hit the intercom button. Yes Jase, Yvette s voice came over the line. Find out what hotel Sam is staying at in the Bahamas and get me the number as soon as possible. Sure Jase, give me a few minutes to call his secretary in New York and I ll get him on the line for you.
No! Jason exclaimed. What? I m sorry, you don t want me to get him on the line, or you don t want me to call his secretary? I don t want you to get him on the line, just get me the number, and bring it in. Ok. He heard the questioning tone of her voice but chose to ignore it. Turning back to Tom, he tried to sound less forceful, As soon as I have a name I want you to get someone over to the hotel and make sure she does not disappear again? I can make a couple of calls. Good, now all I have to do is decide whether I m going to kiss her or kill her. Thomas chuckled, I ll need to get back to my office." Ok Tom and I do apologize for all the frustration today. I realize you have done the best job possible and would most likely have found her yourself if you had been given all the puzzles pieces to begin with. Have Yvette give you the name of the hotel on your way out. Tom turned to leave the room as Jason dialed Sam s cell number. It rang twice before the voice from cellular heaven announced, I m sorry, the party you are trying to reach is currently unavailable, or is out of the service area. Please try your call again later. Jason hit the receiver down hard and immediately stood to go in search of Yvette. He did not get more then two steps when the door to the office opened and she handed him a slip of paper. Thank you, he said softly as he turned to take his seat. Without looking at Yvette, he once again took the phone in hand and dialed several numbers. CHAPTER SEVEN With Tony following close behind Pierre entered the bar walking to the table where Sophia and a young man sat quietly. He wondered briefly if he should tell Tony and Sophia to get back to work. Thinking better of the idea, Pierre took a seat, waiting while Tony joined them. Without looking at the man sitting across the table, next to Sophia, Pierre spoke. Bonjour, I understand you wanted to see me. The young man shifted slightly before responding. Yes if you are Pierre DuMonte. I am the man you seek. I believe, you were told several times, we are not accepting new members. I do not understand why you think I can help you. Never said I wanted a membership to the club Mr. DuMonte. I believe each time I called I requested to speak with you. A swingers club is the furthest thing from my mind, I assure you. Pierre thought for a moment, if he did not want a membership, what the hell was he doing here? An uncomfortable feeling began to edge up his spine. Giving voice to his fears he asked, What exactly is it you want? I have traveled a great distance Mr. DuMonte, I will not be turned away. Young man, you have pushed your way in here, demanding to see me. I am here. Now tell me what it is you want. Pierre s eyes finally adjusted to the faint light of the bar area in which they sat. For the
first time, he took a closer look at the young man sitting across the table from him. Noticing the facial features, the coloring, and the way his eyes looked deeply into his without blinking. Understanding hit. Pierre knew what this young man wanted. With realization came a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew if his conclusion was accurate, the next words spoken by this young man would most likely change things forever. What I want sir is to meet my father. Pierre closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he'd walked into this room, life was easy. Opening his eyes, he looked directly into familiar eyes staring back at him. And just who do you believe your father is Mr. Parker? Not believe Mr. DuMonte, I know who my father is! He glanced at Tony and Sophia before continuing, I m not leaving here until I ve been given an opportunity to speak with him privately. Judging from his tone, Pierre knew this to be true. **** In no mood for further delay, Jason impatiently listened to the soft tone as the phone rang on the opposite end. A male voice answered, Good evening, Ocean Club, may I be of assistance? Good evening, I d like to speak with Samuel Grimes. Do you have a room number sir? Do I need a room number? It is hotel policy to require incoming callers to have a room number before a call can be forwarded to a guest. Two thirty four. Thank you sir, please hold while I connect you to the room. Within seconds, Jason heard Sam s voice, Hello Jase. What took you so long? Why did you hang up on me, asshole? Calm down Jase, your missing lady is sitting here with me and seems to be fine. Seems to be fine? Jason s voice rose again. Ok, she is fine, as beautiful as ever. Any other questions you have will need to wait as she s only been with me for about five minutes. This last statement forestalled further questioning by Jason. If Sam only just found her, there was no way he would be able to answer all the questions screaming for attention in Jason s mind. He took a deep breath, Put Victoria on the phone. Jason heard muted noise in the background and realized Sam must have placed his hand over the mouthpiece. His patience was wearing thin. She said she has nothing to say to you. WHAT?
Hey, don t yell at me, I m just the messenger. Tori said to tell you she has been sitting on this fucking beach for four months waiting for you to come find her and if you want to talk to her you need to get your ass to Nassau. You tell her I said to get off her goddam high horse and take the phone. First of all, do you really think I m going to relay those words to her and secondly even if I were willing to do so, do you actually think it would work? Jason heard a hint of amusement in Sam s voice and took several deeps breaths to calm his mounting anger. Okay, you re right. Just do me a favor, don t let her out of your sight until I get there. Happily. What s your plan? My plan? Jason could not believe Sam asked the question, What the fuck do you think my plan is? I will be there as quickly as I can get the jet in the air. Your job is to keep Victoria with you at all times. I do not give a shit if you have to hog-tie her to the bed. Do not let her get more then twenty feet from you. Is that clear? Sure Jase can do. And I ll take great pleasure in tying her to the bed. Sam, do not fuck with me. Jason s tone was harsh. I m in no mood to do anything except maybe strangle the lady, so don t push me. Okay, just kidding. I ll see you in the morning then? You ll see me the minute I arrive at the hotel, and Sam, you can tell Victoria something for me. Really? And just what message would you have me deliver? Tell her it was a mistake to refuse to speak to me. What is that supposed to mean? Jason chose not to answer the question and simply hung up the phone. Let her worry about his meaning for the next nine hours. Walking from his office, he told Yvette to get the limo moved around front and call the airport to have his plane ready in twenty minutes. Where are you going? She asked as he headed out the door. Turning to look at her, Jason realized she did not have any idea about what was going on. Sam has found Victoria in Nassau and I m going to the Bahamas to bring her home ... unless I decide to kill her first. Seeming to ignore his threat, This is so exciting. Sure it is. Tell Pierre to meet me in the residence, I need to grab some clothes and I want to leave in ten minutes. Pierre is in a meeting downstairs. Damn. Never mind then, just fill him in when he gets free. Now get the limo moving and call my pilot. Jason headed down the hall to the residence, leaving Yvette to handle telling the rest of the staff. Jason packed with little care. Ten minutes after his conversation in the office, he climbed into the back
seat of his limousine for the drive to McCarran field to board the plane. CHAPTER EIGHT Staring down the young man demanding a private meeting with him, Pierre thought about what the next few minutes might reveal. Unable to avoid what he knew was coming; he glanced at Tony nodding his head to indicate he would grant his request for privacy. He waited while Tony pushed his chair back, If you will excuse us, there is work to be done. Tony held out his hand to Sophia, silently communicating she was to join him. Both Gregory and Pierre sat stone-faced as they waited for Tony and Sophia to exit the room. The quiet extending for several minutes after they were alone, until both men wondered if the other would ever speak. Finally, Pierre could take no more, I am waiting, he stated flatly. Perhaps you did not understand my request Mr. DuMonte. I believe I said I wanted a private meeting with my father. Indeed you did, however you must first explain to me why you believe Jason Hunter is your father. Pleased by the shocked look that filtered across his companion s face, Pierre smiled. You are French sir, why do you assume Jason Hunter is my father instead of you? Do not be impertinent son, I could not help but notice the family resemblance. Well you ll forgive me if I am unaware of a family resemblance, since I ve never seen the man who fathered me. Pierre paused to consider this statement. If what the kid said was true, then it was possible Jason was unaware he had a son. How about we drop the hostility and start at the beginning? First tell me why I have to explain this to you instead of my father. Because son, I have to make sure your story is true before I turn this place upside down by letting you make an announcement; an announcement I m confident will come as a complete surprise to Mr. Hunter. Pierre looked at the young man and continued, It will be a surprise, will it not? Oui, Mr. Hunter does not know anything about me. Then you must understand I have to make sure. Actually, no, I am sure. You need nothing further. Pierre considered this for a moment before replying, Let s just say you have to get past me to get to him. Sounding unhappy at the delay, Gregory asked, What is it you want to know? I ve always believed it best to start at the beginning. All I can do is recount the story as my mother told it to me." A good place to begin, Pierre agreed. * Taking a deep breath, still uncertain why he was about to tell his mother s story to a complete stranger, Gregory decided if it would lead him to his father he would tell all he knew. Looking across the table at
Pierre, he began his story where his mother started three years ago when she told it to him. She was seventeen and her father consented to her spending the summer in Paris with friends. He rented an apartment for them on the Champs de la Rouge and they left right after school let out. She met him in the park one day while alone. She had taken a seat on a bench and was watching people walk by, when he sat down next to her. According to mother, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen and when he started speaking to her, his voice was like music. He told her about his visit to Paris and the things he had seen and done. She was startled to have a complete stranger just strike up a conversation with her. He was bold, outgoing, and he captured her fancy from the moment he sat down. Sounds like the Jason I know, Pierre commented. Ignoring this interruption, Gregory continued with his mother s account of events. Several hours into the afternoon, Mr. Hunter invited my mother to accompany him to dinner. She claimed to be completely comfortable with him and agreed to join him at a small café close by. After dinner he walked her home. I assume they met again. Yes, the very next day for breakfast. Mr. Hunter appeared on her doorstep bright and early the next morning, with baguettes and cheese in hand. They spent another day roaming the streets of Paris, talking and getting to know one another. My mother took great pains to make me understand she was fascinated by this man. Apparently, since you are sitting here today, it turned from fascination to something deeper. According to my mother she was not in love with Mr. Hunter. He excited her, made her feel beautiful, and filled her with desire. She was not looking for a lasting relationship and assured me she made her position very clear to him. Oui, a young French woman, alone in Paris for the first time, it can be quite overwhelming to the senses. I m sure your mother was taken by the romance in the air, and as I ve said, I know Jason. Exactement! They spent every day for two months together, and according to mother, twas inevitable they should end up in bed. He was her first and by all accounts from her, already a very skilled lover. Your mother is not a shy woman then? Sir, my mother is many things; shy however, is not one of them. Laughter greeted this statement. So tell me why, when she discovered she was pregnant she did not contact him. Did she believe he would not care for or want a child? As I told you, my mother was not looking for a lasting relationship. She was not ready to be married, did not want to miss the fun of being nineteen. Her father and mother agreed if she wanted to have the baby without the father they would honor her wishes. I am surprised. Most fathers would have taken a shotgun and gone after the young man. My grandfather is a unique man, Mr. DuMonte. My mother is his only daughter, last in line behind seven sons and he would give her the moon, were it possible.
So Jason was never told. I must assume he d left Paris by this time and was no longer in contact with your mother. True, he was never told. He returned to America and college, having said goodbye to her three days before she returned to her parent s home in the country. It was not until a month later the pregnancy became known. So here we are many years later and you now want a father in your life. No sir! I have wanted a father in my life since I was five. It was my mother who refused to tell me his name. For some reason she believed Mr. Hunter would take me away from her. I will never understand her fear. Perhaps she felt the distance would make things difficult. He was after all in America, owned a very successful business here, although he has an office in Paris these days. Oui I know of the Paris office. I spent three weeks in the city last year trying to find a reason to go to his office and meet him. My promise to my mother was not to tell him of my existence until I reach twenty-one, however I never agreed not to accidentally meet him. As I said earlier son, it would have been clear the moment he laid eyes on you. The resemblance is remarkable. You look very much like your father, speaking of Jason, perhaps it is time we went to introduce you to him. So you are convinced I m his son? Oui. Gregory stood quickly heading to the door he stopped short allowing Pierre to join him. He after all did not know which way to go. Once Pierre was at his side, they walked across the lobby and climbed the staircase to the second floor. At the third door on the right, they paused while DuMonte stepped through the opening to address a young woman sitting at a desk. Yvette my pet, where is Jason? I did not realize your meeting was going to take so long. Jason is not here. Where did he go and when? He left over an hour ago. He s on his way to Nassau to bring Tori home. Baise! Why was I not told this? You were in a meeting. Jase said to fill you in when you got finished. Gregory frowned, wondering who Tori was, why she would be in Nassau and why his father left to bring her home. All he knew for certain, his father was no longer in Las Vegas. Damn it! Calm down son, you are welcome to stay here at the club until they return. I am sorry for the delay; I did not realize he d left. Gregory felt drained, to come so close to finally meeting his father, only to have him leave the building while he was a hostage downstairs explaining who he was. Damn fucking right I m staying here. I did not come all this way to leave before I ve met my father. Gregory noticed the shocked expression cloud the face of the young woman Pierre called Yvette. Shit he thought, were all the women in this
place beautiful? He stood in silence as Pierre made the introductions. Yvette, I d like you to meet Gregory Parker, Jason s son. He is visiting from France and will be staying in the guest room until Tori and Jase return. Please make arrangement to have his bags sent over from his hotel. Turning to face Gregory, he continued. Gregory, you will follow Yvette to the residence, give her the name of your hotel so she can arrange to have your bill paid and bags forwarded here. I need to make a phone call; if you will excuse me I will meet you in the residence in an hour. Noticing DuMonte did not wait for a response before turning to walk in the opposite direction Gregory raised his voice I will not be sent away like some small child Pierre. I demand to know where my father has gone and why. He waited as DuMonte stopped, his body still facing away from him, he could barely hear the words, spoken into the air. Listen to me son. I cannot answer what I do not know. If you will give me an hour to make some calls, I will meet you in the residence so we can decide on a plan. One hour DuMonte. Don t make me come looking for you. Baise, you are as stubborn and demanding as your father; Yvette take Mr. Parker to the residence now. Perhaps you could explain to the young pup just who is in charge around here so he does not forget his place in the future. Not waiting for either of them to respond, Pierre quickly moved to his office, entered the room, and with a resounding bang, slammed the door shut on the world. Gregory stood in the now vacant hallway, staring at the closed door. He may have made a mistake in upsetting DuMonte, but hell, he was damn mad himself. Shaking loose his anger, he pasted on his most charming smile, turned to Yvette and with a flash of his arm and a slight bow indicated she should lead the way to the residence. CHAPTER NINE The eight-hour flight from McCarran Field to Nassau was uneventful. Jason spent the first part of the flight in the cockpit with the pilot. He and Mark became friends over the years as they traveled around the world and it was natural for them to discuss the newest in private jets, which airports were easy to land at and which required more skill. After about two hours, they ran the gambit of topics they shared an interest in and Jason moved back to the cabin. Pouring himself a drink, he stretched out on the leather sofa and closed his eyes to rest. Sleep was impossible. It always was when his mind filled with thoughts of Victoria. He still wondered in amazement at the speed at which he'd lost his heart to the woman. He remembered the painful tightening in his chest when he'd returned to Belle Tori four months ago to find her gone. What a stupid thing to have done. Running away like a little girl who had misbehaved, rather than the strong, intelligent woman he knew her to be. It was her unreasonable fear, nothing to do with him or their future. Yet, she had decided for the both of them it would be best if they parted. She never asked his opinion on the subject, never considered there might be another way to handle her fears. No not Tori, she decided to play stupid and start this ridicules game of hide-n-seek. His anger mounting again, he swung his legs to sit up, catching the forgotten glass just in time to keep it from spilling on the carpet. Setting it down hard on the side table, Jason leaned forward and dropped his head in his hands. I hope you re ready for me Victoria. He said to the empty air. How much longer is this flight going to take?
We are still about five hours out, sir. Jason had not noticed Mark s entrance into the cabin and assumed the plane was on autopilot. Smiling slightly he said, I wasn t really looking for an answer Mark, just trying to keep from getting too angry before we arrive. She s put you through hell Jason. I might add you ve put us through hell in return. I know I ve been unbearable. Someday when this is all over, I ll make it up to you and the others. No need boss, we all understand." Mark moved toward the back of the plane, Just need to visit the john then I m back to the controls. Don t want to land on the wrong island. For the first time all day Jason laughed. Unless you want to be looking for a new job in the morning, landing on the wrong island would not be advisable." Not to worry, I have a map. Laughing harder Jason responded, OK, I ll leave it in your capable hands. I m going to try to get some sleep, wake me fifteen minutes before we land. Jason returned to a reclining position on the sofa and closed his eyes once again. Clearing his head of thought, he finally drifted off to sleep. **** Sitting side by side on the couch in his suite, Sam and Victoria were deep in conversation. She had asked so many questions Sam did not want or could not answer, he spent many uncomfortable minutes sidestepping things. Victoria finally must have realized he would not give her the information she sought, and stopped asking. Sam still did not have the nerve to ask if she had been playing it up while hiding out. He decided to leave the question for Jason. He was just damn happy to have her here and planned to keep close until Jason arrived. If Victoria was nervous about his pending arrival, she did not show signs of it. Deciding they were hungry, Sam placed an order with room service. Before he could return to the couch, the phone rang again. Maybe they are out of strawberries? Sam stated as he turned back toward the desk to answer the phone. Or perhaps they can not find your room, Victoria laughed. Picking up the receiver, Sam said hello. Damn it to hell Grimes, I cannot believe you did not call me and tell me you d found her! I m getting very tired of being yelled at about this DuMonte. I m on vacation for Christ sakes. Well, things are crazy here. You have no clue what has happened. I know everything Pierre. Sam felt Victoria s hand on his arm. Looking at her as she motioned for the phone, Sam stopped talking and gave her the handset. * Hello handsome. Victoria mon amour, it has been too long for me to live without the sweet sound of your voice. Are you well?
Oui, I am fine, merci beaucoup. I have missed you more then you will ever understand. I know darling and I m sorry. Why Tori? It is too much to explain on the phone my friend. I really intended to call you in the morning to tell you I was coming home, little did I know Sam would arrive and take all the credit for finding me? It matters not who found you or gets credit, it only matters we now know where you are and that you re safe. I did not mean to worry you handsome. You must tell me why you waited so long Tori, it has been hell. Later handsome, talk to Sam, I will see you very soon. Victoria did not give Pierre time to say more as she handed the phone back to Sam and returned to sit on the couch. * Damn it Victoria, I want to know where you have been all this time. As soon as I find out, I ll let you know DuMonte, Sam said. Baise, will you two stop passing the phone back and forth. Sure. Sam, what is she doing at the moment? Sitting on the couch, waiting for room service to deliver our snack, why? Sam, this is serious, I need to tell you something and you must, and I mean must not reveal anything to Tori. Do you understand? Sure. I swear Sam you must keep a straight face. OK, damn it what is so top secret? This morning, before Jason left, without telling me by the way, a young man demanded admittance to the club. What is so unusual about someone demanding entrance to the club, surely it has happened before? Just be quiet and listen. The kid had been told several times we were not accepting applications for membership, yet he arrived at the gate demanding he be let in. Tony and Sophia took it upon themselves to admit him and told him I would meet with him. So fire Tony and Sophia for being stupid and for breaking the rules, this does not sound very important. Sam, listen carefully. It only took a moment after meeting this boy, to realize he looked very much like
Jason. Very much like Jason in fact! So Jase has a double, big deal. Not a double, he told me he d come from France to meet his father. You re not trying to tell me this kid believes ... you re kidding right? Pierre noted a growing concern in Sam s voice. Sam, remain calm. I am, just get to the point. After talking to the boy for several minutes, he stated he d come to Las Vegas to meet his father, Jason Hunter. Pierre heard the inhaled breath on the other end of the line. Sam, Jason does not know. You have to keep your cool and not let on to Victoria. Do you believe him? Sam s voice was shaky. Oui, I believe him. Sam turned to look in Victoria s direction noting she was setting out the snack they had ordered. He had not heard room service arrive. Thankfully, her involvement with the bellhop and delivery most likely kept her from hearing his conversation. Pierre, this is difficult to discuss with her in the room. What are you planning? I think the last thing we need is for Jason to be told of this before he and Tori have a chance to work things out. By the way, his name is Gregory Parker. Anyway, I have Greg settled into the residence. I will keep an eye on him until they return to Vegas. And what do you want me to do. For now, nothing, other than making sure she is still there when Jason arrives to strangle her. Sam laughed at this comment. He s not going to strangle her after waiting four months to find her. We can hope my friend. There is nothing more we can do. You keep things calm in Las Vegas, while I guard our lady until Jase arrives, then I plan to find a different island and start enjoying my vacation. Just do not let them know about Gregory. Oh you can rest assured Pierre, I will be the last to tell this news to either of them. Now let me get back to caring for our beautiful friend. You take care. CHAPTER TEN Still unhappy about being dismissed like a small child, Gregory spent the next thirty minutes settling into the guest room of the residence. Yvette gave him a tour of the place, poured a drink, and made him comfortable on the balcony off the living room. He had been enjoying the afternoon sun, when true to his word DuMonte arrived with about two minutes to spare. Do you need anything? No, Yvette made sure I have everything I need.
Gregory watched as Pierre took a seat across the table from him, a drink already in his hand. Listen son, I know you want an explanation of what is going on and when we expect your father to return. Unfortunately I cannot give you many details. You can start with answering a pretty simple question. And what is this simple question? Who is Tori? Victoria Lane, Tori, is the owner of this club and my business partner. There must be more to it, sir, or my father would not have rushed to Nassau to bring her home. True. It is a long story, one you will hear in detail over the next few days. For now all you really need to know and understand is she is the woman your father loves. She left here four months ago because of her stupid fears of losing the man she loves. Jason has been searching the world for her. Now that he has discovered her hiding place, nothing will stop him from going to her and making her see their love is real and forever. This all sounds very mysterious and romantic, DuMonte. Frustrating is more the word I would choose. Gregory noticed the small smile playing at the corners of DuMonte s lips. Assuming my father is successful in getting Ms. Lane to return here with him, how long do you anticipate they will be gone? Pierre s laughter was deep and long. Take a guess young man, because it would be as good as any I could come up with. They may return tomorrow or it may take months. MONTHS! Calm down, Greg. If they are not back by the end of next week I will tell them there is an emergency here and they must return at once. And you believe they will come running because you tell them too? Did I not tell Yvette to explain to you who is in charge around here? I believe you did. I also believe she told me she was! More laughter greeted this statement, The little minx, I m sure she did, however you will find in very short order it is I who run this place, best you not forget that. Gregory pondered this statement for a moment. If you are in charge perhaps you can tell me what the fuck I m supposed to do while I wait for my father to return. This is a sex club young man. You are twenty-one years old and you need to ask what you are to do? My god, do they not teach anything in France these days? Oh they teach plenty, DuMonte. I m just making sure the room I was given includes all the perks this place offers. Hmm perks, yes. You will be welcome to enjoy the benefits, in addition to working here.
What do you mean working here? There is a lot to do to keep this place running smoothly. You can assist with my daily routine. After all, if you are to become a member of the family, you might as well get involved in the family business. My father owns a consulting firm. Oui, and your soon to be step-mother owns a swing club. You seem pretty damn sure of yourself, DuMonte. Are you ever wrong? No! Gregory leaned back in the chair and gazed out over the lush green lawns of the estate. While he never intended to stay in America with his father, he was beginning to think this might be a place to spend the next few months. With his mind made up, he turned his attention back to Pierre. OK, I will work here with you while I await my fathers return. Good. I have one final question. Yes? Is Sophia here at night when the club is open? If Gregory were expecting an answer to this question, he would have to wait awhile, because Pierre started laughing so hard he could not speak. Getting frustrated with being the target of his amusement, Gregory picked up both empty glasses and walked back into the living room to refill them. He could hear DuMonte coughing as he continued to laugh deeply. Setting the glasses on the bar top, he decided rather than returning to the balcony and more laughter at his expense, he would instead explore the vast estate. Without a word to Pierre, he left the residence to look around. CHAPTER ELEVEN Nassau International Airport was approximately ten miles west of the city. The Lear jet tires hit the tarmac as Mark applied the brakes, bringing the plane to a slow roll. Heading for the private terminal where they would park the jet for the next few hours, if not days, he followed the directions of the control tower, still issuing instructions over his headset. Once the jet neared the terminal area, ground crews with orange paddles took over from the tower to guide the jet to a parking location. As the engines idled to a stop, he performed the final check of the systems before removing his head set and releasing the belt holding him tightly in the pilot seat. Moving to the cabin, he found Jason waiting for him to open the door and extend the stairs. Nice landing Mark. Thank you Jason. Did you see the car as we pulled up? Yes, the limo is waiting. Let me get the door open and stairs down. Did you have Yvette book you a room for the night?
She has taken care of everything I even have a rental car waiting in case I decided to explore the island a little. Good. Give the driver the information on where you are staying. I ll contact you in a couple of days when we are ready to head back. Not to worry Jason, I m sure I can find plenty to keep me busy while I wait. Laughing at this statement, I m confident you can. It was good to hear Jason laughing after all these months of foul moods and disappointment. Mark released the lock on the cabin door, pushed the master button for the stairs, and turned to help with the luggage. After placing the single bag in the trunk of the limo and watching the car pull away, he re-entered the jet to lock it. * As the car began its leisurely trip along the coast, Jason settled into the comfortable leather seats. Reaching for a bottle of Absolut, he poured a shot and downed it in one smooth movement. The vodka burned his throat, causing saliva to form in the corners of his cheeks. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled cool air into his throat and lungs, savoring the warmth spreading through his body. Holding the bottle in front of him, he looked at the label, spun the shot glass in his other hand, and poured a second shot. Again, he held the glass to his lips and allowed the liquid to flow, holding it in his cheeks for a moment to coat his mouth, before swallowing. Soon it will be your honey flowing down my throat, angel. With the glass partition between the passenger area and the driver closed, he felt no embarrassment in talking to Victoria, even though she was not with him. Pouring another shot, he lifted the glass in a mock salute, Here s to you, beautiful. He tossed the shot down his throat. I m almost there Victoria, almost to your hide out. Another shot was poured and consumed. Four month s angel, a lifetime without your delicious body to slake my thirst, a lifetime of pain you will now pay for. Again, he poured a shot and tossed it back. I ve dreamed of this day angel, every long, lonely fucking night since you left. I have dreamed of taking you in my arms and kissing your lips until you cried for release. Pictured how I would strip the clothes from your beautiful body and drink of your nectar until I could take no more. Dropping his head back on the headrest, he closed his eyes and pictured her naked in front of him. Without looking, he lifted the bottle to his lips and poured the alcohol straight down his throat. It burned all the way down, yet he continued to allow the liquid to flow. I will bring you so close to orgasm it will hurt, but I won t let you cum. No, again and again I will torture your body, as you ve tortured me. Another swig of the bottle followed You will beg me to let you cum Victoria, beg me for release, and when I no longer hunger for your body...fuck I will always hunger for your body damn it." Sitting up, Jason felt the blood rush to his head. Grabbing the armrest, he held tight until the dizzy spell passed. Looking at the bottle in his hand, he suddenly realized it was half-empty. The warning voice in his head cautioned him to take care or he would be in no condition to walk, let alone fuck Victoria. Shut up asshole, if I want to get drunk I will. Tipping the bottle again, he filled the shot glass to the brim and slammed it back. With his head now spinning, he pushed the button on the door panel to open the window, letting warm tropical air flow into the car. The coast was on his left, the soft white caps of incoming waves racing onto the stark white sands of the beach. He could hear the mournful cries of sea gulls skimming the surface
looking for an easy meal. Pushing the intercom, he questioned the driver, How much longer? Sir, we will arrive at the hotel in approximately ten minutes. Did you want to stop at the beach? Noooo. Goddam it. Jason slurred as he held the words too long. I have a meeting with destiny. Sir? I said, I do not want to stop at the fucking beach, I don t give a shit about the beach. Just drive to the goddam hotel. Yes sir. Taking his finger from the keypad closing the open link with the driver, Jason lifted the bottle to his lips and swallowed several gulps without stopping. Slamming the bottle down in its cradle, he looked out at the late afternoon sun. Why the fuck did you leave me, Tori? Even to his own ears, the sound of his voice held unimaginable pain. Pushing himself upright, Jason felt his arms tingle, he was having trouble focusing. The limo turning into a driveway caused him to tilt sideways against the door panel. Damn driver needs to slow the fuck down. Looking out the window at the sprawling hotel complex, he caught a glimpse of red tile roofs, white washed walls, and tall palm trees. He felt the car come to a stop and reached for the door handle. Not waiting for the driver to round the vehicle, he held onto the doorframe pulling his body up and out of the car. Swaying on his feet, he noticed the driver extend an arm to steady him. Is this the Ocean Club? Yes sir. Taking a tentative step away from the support of the car, Jason slipped sideways along the fender; the driver s arm caught him and pulled him upright again. Let me assist you into the lobby sir. Damn good idea, young man. With the help of the driver, Jason made it to the front desk, where he propped his elbows on the counter to prevent himself from falling to the floor. Tell Victoria I am here, my good man. The clerk looked at him in confusion. Excuse me sir, are you Jason Hunter? Hunter, hell yes I am Hunter. I demand you call Victoria s room and tell her to get her ass down here at once. Jason watched as the front desk clerk dialed a number into the phone and spoke with someone. He heard part of the conversation, Yes sir, he seems to be very drunk. I am not very drunk young man, only drunk. Mr. Hunter if you will have a seat, Mr. Grimes is on his way down. Hell, I didn t ask for Sam, I want to see Victoria. Are you deaf, young man? No sir, Mr. Grimes requested I call his suite when you arrived. I believe Ms. Lane is with him. With Sam you say, bloody fucking hell, why is she with Sam? Turning to look behind him, Jason realized he needed to sit down. With the driver s help he stumbled to a couch in the corner dropping
down on the tailored seat. Trying hard now to clear his head, he knew this was not what he would plan for his arrival. Concentrate you idiot. Hell the voice in his head was back, screaming at him while all he wanted was to find a place to collapse. * The late afternoon sun created colorful patterns on the carpet in the living room of the suite. Victoria was in the bedroom napping before Jason s arrival and Sam sat on the couch watching the news, when the phone on the desk started ringing. Moving quickly to stop the noise before it woke Tori, Sam grabbed the receiver and lifted it to his ear. Hello. Hello Mr. Grimes, this is Manny at the front desk. You requested a call to your room when Mr. Hunter arrived. He s here? Great send him up. I m sorry Sir I do not believe he is in any condition to make it to your room without assistance. What kind of assistance. What the hell is going on? According to the driver, Mr. Hunter consumed an entire bottle of vodka on the way here. He is very drunk. Sam heard Jason s voice in the background correcting the clerk about being drunk, not very drunk. OK, Manny, park his ass in a chair, I ll be right down. Hanging up the phone, Sam reached for the room key just as the bedroom door opened. Who was on the phone? The front desk. Is he here? Sam could not miss the hopeful tone of her voice. Hell, he did not want to tell her Jason was in the lobby and drunk off his ass. Yes he s here. Is he on the way up? Actually, no, I m going downstairs to get him. Sam heard her soft laugh, yet the look on her face was one of questioning. Why do you need to go get him? Walking across the room, Sam lifted her hands in his, Victoria, apparently Jason overdid it with the vodka on the drive from the airport. According to Manny he is a little over the legal limit. He s drunk? Apparently! You better get down there and bring him up. My thought exactly. Sam headed for the door to fetch Jason. * Pacing from one end of the living room to the other and back again several times, Victoria waited for
Sam s return. Ten minutes later, she heard a commotion outside the room and rushed to open the door. Standing there in the hall were Sam and Manny, a very unsteady Jason supported between them. Moving aside, she waited while they brought him into the room and propelled him to the bedroom, where they dropped him onto the bed. Following behind, Victoria walked to the end of the bed and stared down into the drunken eyes of Jason Hunter. Victoria, schweetheart, he slurred. Jason. He seemed to focus for a moment, God, you re beauthiful. Thank you. You re drunk. Na, not drunk, jush a little unscheady, come give me a kishh schweetheart. She looked at him in disgust. Give you a kiss, you ass. Four months I ve waited for you to arrive and you re drunk. Angel bab.by. Do not call me angel baby, you fool. She reached for his shoe and pulled it off his foot. Oh, you wants to git naa...kid? Shut up Jason before I find something to hit you with. Come on bab.by, why are you ma...d? I m here. Ignoring his comment, she took off his other shoe and for a moment thought about launching it at his head. Turning to see if Sam was still in the room she realized he had left and dropped the shoe on the floor with the first one. Toriiii ... come give ush a kishh. May the saints protect me from idiots and fools, both of which apply to you at the moment, she spat the words at him. She watched as he tried to understand, Are you an...gry wift me about schomething? Angry? No, I am not angry. What the fuck would I have to be angry about? Ex...ackly, so take off yer clothes and come schoin me. He patted the bed and tried to roll over. Christ Jason, I ve gone without sex for four months, waiting for you to come and you drink yourself into oblivion. I m here, bab...by jush help me get these cloth...es off.t so we can take care of bish...ness. Grabbing the edge of the bedspread Victoria tossed the cover over his body. Go to sleep, asshole. She gave him one last look of disgust before turning to leave the room. Schere yous go...ink an...gel?
To get drunk. She walked from the room slamming the door. * From his vantage point on the couch, Sam watched as Victoria slammed the bedroom door and walked to the desk. He was still shocked at Jason s harsh treatment of her. Get down to business, fuck what kind of bullshit line was that? He listened as she called the front desk and ordered Manny to have the bar send up two bottles of vodka and a pitcher of cranberry juice. Waiting for her to finish her call, he felt powerless to help. Is he sleeping? I don t know and I don t care. Standing to fold her in his arms, Sam did his best to provide comfort. Knowing she was as faithful to Jason as he had been to her, Sam wanted to turn back the clock. If only he had driven to the airport to pick Jason up this would never have happened. Knowing he could not change the events of the last few minutes, he simply offered what comfort he could. Tomorrow is a new day Tori, let him sleep it off. Everything will be fine, you ll see. Pushing out of his arms, he felt her shudder. Does he do this often? Do what? Drink him self into a stupor. Victoria my sweet, this is the first time since our college days I ve seen Jason this drunk. He holds his liquor well. I cannot for the life of me figure out why he would choose this moment to over indulge. Perhaps because he s an idiot. Yes at the moment I would agree with you. Nine hours to fly from Vegas to get here and he downs an entire bottle of vodka in less then twenty minutes. What was he thinking? Sam was spared the need to respond, as his attention was diverted to the sound of someone knocking on the door. He walked over, opened the door, and moved aside as the bar trolley rolled into the room. Neatly arranged on the tray were three crystal highball glasses, a silver ice bucket, two bottles of Belvedere Vodka, and a diamond cut decanter of cranberry juice. Handing the bellhop a twenty, Sam waited for him to exit the room, then poured two very tall, very strong drinks. Holding the glasses in his hand, he motioned with his head for Victoria to sit on the couch. Once she sat down, he handed her one of the glasses and sat in one of two chairs opposite her. He watched in fascination as she lifted the glass to her lips and drank half the contents without stopping. If you keep downing them so fast, I will have two drunks on my hands. She looked at him, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Sam, darling, you have three choices. Either call the airport, get the pilot out of bed and have him fly me home, find me something heavy to beat Jason with until he sobers up, or keep the alcohol flowing until I pass out then tuck me into bed. Take your pick. Lifting his glass in acquiescence, he too downed a considerable amount of alcohol in one swallow. To getting drunk, he toasted. CHAPTER TWELVE
The large plant growing next to the sofa on which he sat shielded him. The sway of her hips as the stiletto heels on her feet struck the marble floor was very provocative. Watching as she moved further away, he hesitated to let her leave his line of sight, yet he lacked a reason to call out to her. About to throw caution to the wind, he started to speak when he noticed Pierre entering from the opposite side of the room. As he came into sight, Gregory heard him greet Sophia, Good morning, mon petite. Good morning Pierre, you look chipper this morning. It s going to be a beautiful day, I can feel it! Laughing softly, Sophia leaned into his body and brushed her lips against his. I look forward to sharing it with you, then. Allowing her body to rest against his, Pierre returned the quick kiss, placing his arms around her waist. I have no time for sex this morning, so much to do, so little time. You assume much sir; I have no desire to bed you now. Pierre s laughter bounced off the vaulted ceilings of the lobby. I have been replaced by a young French stud! Non beau, you are irreplaceable. Tis just I hunger for his body on mine. Have you told him of this desire? Enfer, are you crazy, he is Jason s son. Gregory gave a moments thought to letting them know he was there, however decided against revealing his presence. The conversation was too interesting and he wanted to hear what Pierre might say about his status here at the club. You would allow the fact he is Jason s son to stand in the way of desire, mon petite? This does not sound like the Sophia I know and love. Do not tease, Pierre. I am not teasing pet, if Gregory Parker is what you want, then you should make it known. He is a man; I don t think he would let his father interfere even if Jason chose to. So you believe I should make the first move? Looking in Gregory s direction Pierre replied, I do not think it will be necessary. Nodding his head in the direction of the sofa, he called Sophia s attention to Greg s presence. Oh! Sophia cried. How dare you monsieur? To spy on our private conversation is unforgivable. Gregory stood to rush over and calm Sophia. He was too late, as she turned and quickly walked through the door to the security room. If any lingering doubt of her anger remained, it was promptly squelched by the sound of the lock slamming home. You should be careful how you proceed, Greg. You think? Oui, I believe she is rather upset at the moment, best to retreat and give her time to cool down before
explaining why you were spying. I was not spying! Gregory was now getting angry. I was simply sitting on the sofa, enjoying my morning. It is not my fault you two chose to have a conversation in the lobby about your sexual desires. A roar of laughter greeted this statement. You, my fine young friend, have much to learn, but I have no time this morning to teach you. Let us just agree to withdraw for now to allow the beautiful Sophia time to get over her anger. Trust me tis the best course of action. Gregory turned with Pierre and started to walk back in the direction of the bar. She did say she hungers for my body on hers. This is a good thing, no? Oui, it s a good thing. Feeling very happy with the response, Gregory followed Pierre into the bar. He was looking forward to tonight s annual masquerade ball. If everything went as planned, he would be making love to the beautiful Sophia before the evening was over. Pierre explained at great length about the traditions of this ball. Told him most of the clubs membership would likely attend. He also told him this was the first time in sixteen years Victoria would not be here to greet the arriving guests. * The delivery trucks arrived at the back entrance to the estate, where the loading dock was located. Tony was directing the crew, yelling over the sound of running diesel engines, Need an extra set of hands? Tony turned at the sound of Pierre s booming voice, Sure I ll take all the help I can get. We have another truck waiting to unload. Tony watched as Gregory put on a pair of works gloves and joined the crew. Taking a break, he joined Pierre to discuss exactly what Gregory was to do. Is he going to work here now? I thought it best to keep him busy until his father returns. I still cannot believe Jason has a son he doesn t even know about. Oui, tis a surprise. Are you going to call and let them know what is going on here? I have no plans to contact Jase or Tori until next week. Hopefully, they will return before then and save me from calling them home. Hell old man, do you enjoy this kind of excitement. No. I wish life to be simpler, however as this is not in my control, I will simply enjoy what comes my way. The sound of breaking glass forestalled Tony s response. He turned to watch as the wine from a dropped case, flowed over the pavement of the loading platform. Slow down! He yelled to the man standing in the back of a truck tossing cases of very expensive wine into the outstretched arms of his crew. Moving quickly he made his way though the broken glass to reinforce his command, hopping into the back of the truck and placing his hand on the box to prevent it from being tossed. This is not plastic bottles of water damn it, this wine is expensive. You cannot toss it like a sack of potatoes. Pierre watched as Tony took control of the unloading. Things appeared to be going smoothly. Gregory
stepped in to help and Pierre felt comfortable enough to return to his office. **** Her body responded to his touch as his fingers traced over her breast. He could smell her perfume on the pillows and sheets, filtering into his senses. He inhaled deeply. Trying to hold her body closer, he strained to keep her beside him. Do not go. He reached for her hand as she moved off the bed. No come back, he yelled, as he watched her naked body run through the open doorway, her laughter dancing on the air around him, as he lunged to a sitting position. Coming awake with a jolt, he tried to regain the dream. Looking around the darkened room, he reached deep inside to recall where he was. The last thing he remembered was getting into the limousine at the airport and opening a bottle of vodka. Dropping his head in his hands, he winced as painful darts shot through his brain. Holding his body still, he willed the pain to go away. Breathing deeply, he gained control of his mind enough to concentrate on yesterday s events. At least he thought it was yesterday. Damn what day is it? Reaching for the bedside lamp, he hit the switch to bathe the room in a soft glow, instantly regretting the move, as his eyes recoiled from the light. Trying to drive away the pain shooting through his head, he looked around realizing he must have made it to the hotel, because this was obviously a bedroom suite. Concentrate damn it. Trying hard he remembered drinking a toast to Victoria and their reunion. A vague memory of arriving at the hotel and needing help to the lobby surfaced. Through the fog of a hangover, he recalled Sam helping him to the room...oh god, he remembered the look of disappointment and anger on Victoria s face. What did I say? He strained to pull events into focus, yet they flew off somewhere, floating just out of reach preventing him from putting it together. Throwing the bedspread off his body, he felt his stomach churning, threatening to spill the contents of his gut onto the bed. He realized he was still fully dressed, his shoes were missing, but his clothes, while a wrinkled mess, were still on his body. Moving to stand, the dizziness swept over him as he collapsed back onto the bed. Any fast movement sent the darts whipping over his face and neck. Fuck! Throwing caution to the wind, he yelled. SAM! His head pounded and his eyes screamed in pain. Damn it Sam, I need you. Every word he spoke caused the hammer in his head to slam hard. SAM! You rang? Jason looked at the doorway to see Sam standing there, a smile splitting his lips. I would think yelling at the top of your lungs would hurt like hell. It does, you ass. Help me get off this fucking bed. Sam walked over, extending his hand, pulling hard he lifted him to his feet and wait for him to crash to the floor. You re still drunk. I am not drunk and I have the fucking hangover to prove it. Jason was having difficulty standing. If he did not get to the bathroom soon the maid would be one very unhappy lady. Well, you re not very steady on your feet at the moment. You sure you re not still drunk. I m sure, goddam it, now help me to the bathroom so I can take a shower, will you please. Sure, although I think it s the toilet bowl you re aiming for. His head pounding out of control, Jason growled, Go ahead and laugh, fuck head, just get me to the
doorway. Right, a shower, just what you need at four am while drunk, should help the situation completely. With Sam s help, Jason made it to the bathroom door and leaned against the jamb. I ve got it from here, go order several pots of coffee. I ll join you in a few minutes. Sure, whatever you say. As he watched Sam walk to the bedroom door Jason spoke, Sam, where is she? Tori went back to her room a few hours ago. Is she OK? When I tucked her into bed, she was feeling no pain. Why? After your delightful drunken show and warding off your sloppy advances, she tossed your shoes on the floor than proceeded to drink a bottle of vodka; took her a little longer to get drunk though, I think about an hour. Bloody hell, go order the coffee, I ll join you in a few minutes. Jason, his stomach demanding release, turned into the bathroom closing the door. * Sitting on the couch waiting for either Victoria or Jason to emerge from his bedroom was turning out to be the highlight of his vacation. The coffee service arrived over five minutes ago, he had just decided to check and make sure Jason was still conscious, when he walked into the room. You look better. Wish I felt better, damn my body hurts in places I didn t even know existed. Don t look for sympathy from me, dumb ass. Whatever possessed you to drink an entire bottle of Absolut in twenty minutes? You have to ask? Christ, Jason, she was here, waiting for you; ready to apologize for running away, ready to return to Vegas and give this relationship a chance. And you, idiot that you are, stumble into the room and treat her like a twenty dollar hooker. You re exaggerating, Sam! Oh really! I believe your exact words were I m here baby, just help me get these clothes off and we can take care of business. Not your best line Jase and delivered with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop. She has to know I did not mean it the way it sounded. I wouldn t be too confident, Jase. She was pretty angry after she tucked your ass into bed. At least she tucked me in. Jason smiled for the first time since waking up. Sure, then she came in here looking for something heavy enough to cause serious damage to your body
and threatened to beat you senseless while you slept. Come off it Sam, she doesn t have a mean bone in her body. I believe she is madder than a wet hen, but she did not threaten to beat me in my sleep. Believe what you must. I am not the one who was drunk, at least not when she left your bedside, called down to order not one, but two bottles of vodka. It was my smooth tongue which prevented her from ordering Mark out of his bed to fly her back to Vegas leaving your drunken ass here. She actually thought about leaving again. Damn! Do you blame her Jase? Hell yes I blame her. You know what the last four months have been like, while all the time she is sitting on a goddam beach working on her fucking tan. Sam pushed himself off the couch and walked to the patio door leading onto the balcony. You re either a fool or still drunk Jase if you believe anything you ve said in the last ten minutes. Let me know when you re done acting like a total ass so we can figure out what to do next. This parting shot was delivered as he stepped onto the balcony and closed the door. CHAPTER THIRTEEN Once a year, Club Belle Tori hosted the party of all parties. The annual masquerade ball took months of planning to execute. The staff spent hours locating and ordering delicacies from all over the world. No expense spared in throwing the biggest party in all of Vegas. The limousines started arriving at seven sharp, vehicles continued to stream up the driveway, an unbroken chain of black, for two hours. Gregory watched from the foyer, as hundreds of costumed people stepped from cars to approach the massive entrance doors. Every imaginable character from history represented, the guests wearing masks to cover their faces. The staff worked all day, decorating the bar, stocking shelves, and replacing hundreds of flowers with peacock feathers. The kitchen staff had worked twenty-four hours a day for two days preparing tonight s buffet. Crisp linens covered each of the tables in shades matching one of the rainbows of colors found in the feathers. The tempting dishes were carefully displayed in a pleasing fashion on the patio leading to the gardens. Sophia was dressed as a hooker from the old west, a dark purple bustier laced up the front, barely concealing her nipples. A long black skirt, one side tucked into the belt at her waist allowed her stockings and garters to show very nicely. She had piled her hair atop her head and driven a rhinestone comb in place to hold it. Gregory could not keep his eyes off her. As guests gave their names, Sophia checked them off her list and introduced them to Greg before one of the footmen escorted them to the door leading into the club. There the herald, dressed in skin-tight black leggings, a red tunic, trimmed in gold cord, pounded his staff on the floor three times to gain the attention of the assembled crowd, presented them to the room at large. It took almost two and a half hours to announce all the guests. Greg knew it was unlikely he would ever match a person with the names he had heard, since their masks prevented him for seeing the faces. The next time he saw them it would be without the costume. A name did him no good. It was a little after nine when Sophia told him the last of the guests were in residence and they could close the door and set the security system.
Why set the security system? Because the club is now closed. Everyone is staying the night? Not necessarily, we will open the doors again at two for those guests wishing to leave, although tonight it is likely most will stay. Let us get the alarms set so we can join the party. They made quick work of securing the estate and headed to the bar. Once in the main area of the club, Gregory immediately discovered the mask was most likely the only part of the costume people would be wearing for any length of time. Already several small groups were engaged in sexual activity. The soft strains of a waltz filled the air, dancers spinning in tight circles moved with grace over the wooden floor. Would you care to dance Cheri´? He extended his arm to Sophia, never considering she would decline his offer. I would be delighted Mr. Parker. So formal this eve. Until I know what your plans are, I think it best. What would you like my plans to be, Sophia? Dance with me and we can discuss it. As she placed her hand on his extended arm, Gregory walked them to the dance floor. When his foot reached the edge of the wooden surface, he turned into her, bowing at the waist, effortlessly sweeping her into his arms. Moving in time to the music, he guided her through the crowd of dancers. One hand rested comfortably on her waist, the other held her fingers, extended from their bodies, pointing in the direction he intended to go. **** The sound of waves crashing on the shore mingled with the soft hum of a small plane descending to land at the airport only a few miles from the hotel. The room was bathed in the soft light of morning, as the shear drapes covering the open window, billowed in a gentle breeze. She rolled on her side, looking for the red numbers on the bedside clock. It was seven-thirty. Pushing the sheet off her naked body, Victoria pulled herself to a sitting position, waiting for the pounding in her head to start. The amount of alcohol she had consumed last night with Sam should have knocked her out for days. Yet she felt fine. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she realized there would be no hangover to plague her day. Reaching for her cigarettes, she pulled on her robe, walking out on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Sitting in a patio chair, she lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Slowly releasing the smoke into the air, she relaxed deeper into the padded comfort of the chair and closed her eyes. Thinking of last evening and the disappointment of Jason s arrival, she tried to decide on a course of action. She concluded he had gotten so drunk because of his anger at her; the question she needed to answer was just how deep his anger ran. Unable to decide how to handle him, she finished her cigarette and returned inside.
Removing the robe she walked naked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Her body ached for his touch. Turning on the water, she waited for the warmth to wash away the cloud from her mind. Her hands moved over her skin in soft, sensual strokes, teasing her nipples taut, the burning hunger in her pussy demanded release. She reached for the life-size dong on the shelf in the shower, closing her eyes she stood directly under the cascading water. Moving the dildo between her legs, she massaged it back and forth over her clit. She felt the heat build as her muscles contracted. Using one hand, she pulled back the vulva and slid the dong deep inside. Her pussy closed over the soft gel-packed dong as her muscles pulled it deep. Reaching for the faucet handles, she turned off the water, and stepped from the shower, the dildo still snuggly encased in her pussy. Walking to the bed, she laid down on her back, the sheets instantly sucking the water from her still wet body. Lifting her knees and planting her feet firmly on the mattress, she once again took the dong in her hand and pumped it in and out of her pussy. With her other hand she pulled on her nipples, massaging then between her finger and thumb. Pulling the dong from her folds, she again ran it back and forth over her clit, before slamming it deep again. Reaching to the side table, she found the vibrator and switched it on high. Holding it on her clit, she sucked her pussy muscles tight against the dong. Her stomach pulled down toward the bed as the vibrations on her clit caused it to contract. She could feel the juices flowing in her pussy. With one hand she ran the vibe over her clit, pumping up against her mons and down again. The dildo moved inside as her muscles contracted against it. Raising her ass from the bed, she arched her back and again sucked her stomach muscles tight forcing the dong to rest against her g-spot. She felt the orgasm start and held the vibrator on her clitoris, the soft hum mingling with the purrs coming from her throat. Working her muscles, she pulled the dong tight on her g-spot, held it for a second, and then released it. Again and again, she hit the nub as the heat and need overtook her. A scream escaped her lips as the orgasm exploded, her hips pumping up and down as the vibration held steady on her clit. The contractions of her muscles increased as she refused to stop. Dropping the vibe beside her, she grabbed the dong and forced it in and out of her pussy, slamming as deeply as she could until she felt the waves of cum pour free. Dropping her ass back on the bed, she felt for the vibe and held it on her stomach. Her skin tingled as her fingers went back to her nipples. Tracing around the aureole she stroked over her tits until the nubs became hard. Her pussy muscles relaxed and the dong no longer touched her g-spot. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the dong from her folds and inserted the still humming vibrator. Pushing her hips down she forced the hard plastic head of the vibe up and forward, hitting another sensitive pleasure point, she held the vibrator tight to the nub. Holding her breath, she pulled her vaginal muscles hard, sucking her stomach tight again and felt the nub start to throb. Soft screams of pleasure escaped from her lips and drifted around her. Lost to the need for release her hands continued their work without instruction from her mind. Pumping her hips in rapid movements, she released her hold on the vibrator and allowed her muscles to move it inside. The heat building to a painful level sent her mind swimming in a void of need. Opening her mouth to scream she felt the climax break over her body. Racked with contractions her muscles pumped cum from her body. The vibrator slid from her pussy and rested between her legs. The screams of orgasm continued to roll from her throat. Her body shuddered on the bed, the sheets were drenched in sweat, as she gripped them tightly in her clenched fists. Slowly the quivering subsided and she relaxed her muscles. Her breath came in shallow gasps, the colors of a rainbow playing over the inside of her closed eyelids like a kaleidoscope.
Her body now calm, Victoria rolled off the edge of the bed to her feet and stretched her arms in the air. Moving her head in a circle, she pulled the muscles of her neck tight and took a deep breath. Lowering her arms to her side, she turned to find a robe when her eyes caught a movement by the door. Her exhaled breath trapped in her lungs she stood frozen, staring into the deep blue pools of Jason s eyes. **** The soft, slow strains of the waltz continued, as Gregory glided across the floor, Sophia in his arms. She followed his lead, her feet moving in the direction the soft pressure from his fingers on her waist directed. Her scent filled his nostrils, an intoxicating mixture of orchids and spice. Her breast pressed against his chest, her eyes smiling up into his. The beauty of this music only pales when compared to the beauty of your eyes. Your tongue is as smooth as your father s. I would not know since I have yet to meet the man. Gregory regretted the words the moment they left his lips. The smile faded from her face as she realized what she had said. Do not worry Chéri I have no doubt my debonair qualities come from my father. I m sorry Greg; I did not mean to hurt you. And you didn t. Moving quickly he danced her off the crowded floor. Without giving her a chance to stop him, he swept her out the open French doors into the garden. Taking her hand in his he ran toward the high outer wall of the estate, putting distance between them and the other guests. The further away from the mansion he traveled the darker the night became. Greg, where are we going? Slowing to a walk, he turned pulling her body in a tight embrace and lowered his lips to hers. Moving his hands over the bare skin of her shoulders, he kissed her deep, his tongue exploring the soft, moist inside of her mouth. She leaned into his embrace, her hands coming to rest on his waist as she allowed his tongue to mingle with hers, plunging first into his mouth, then hers until he pulled his lips free. I could get lost in your kiss, Sophia. Then I fear we are doomed, monsieur. Why do you say such a thing? Because I am already lost in yours. Greg tenderly kissed her again, his fingers moving up and down her spine. He deepened the kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth as he worked the laces holding her bustier in place. He felt her pull back. What is wrong, Chéri? Putting her hands on his chest, she leaned away from his body. I cannot. You cannot what? Greg I m working. I cannot be away from the party without Pierre discovering I am missing. I must return inside. Like hell. I have waited for this moment all damn day. I want to make love to you, Sophia. There are
plenty of others to care for the needs of the male guests. I do more than care for the needs of male guests. Yes you are very talented at setting the security system. Fuck you. Oui, I accept your offer, fair Sophia. Watching her sputter, trying to find words to respond, he was shocked when she simply stomped her foot and walked away. Waiting until she reached the lighted area near the garden, he hit his fist in the air and walked toward the kitchen entrance. CHAPTER FOURTEEN Pulling her eyes away from his, Victoria stepped to the end of the bed and grabbed her robe. Cinching the belt tight at her waist, she looked up at him, How did you get in here? After four months of separation all you want to discuss is how I gained entrance into your room? For starters, yes damn it. Sam gave me the key. She watched as he flung the magnetic strip card on the bed. Apparently he was the last one to use it when he tucked you into bed last night and forgot to leave it when he left. And he thought it was just fine and dandy to give it to you, so you could spy on me? I was not spying Angel; I was watching the woman of my dreams playing her body with the skill of an artist. Uncomfortable with the way the conversation was heading, Victoria walked toward the door. Stopping in front of him, Excuse me, I d like to order some coffee, when he stepped aside she passed him and continued into the living room. Jason turned in the doorway and leaned against the jamb. She lifted the receiver off its cradle and spoke into the phone. All the time she drank in the lines of his body. She could feel the warmth of his arms around her, taste the sweetness of his tongue as he kissed her; her mind reliving every moment spent in his arms. Her body ached to touch him, her mind silently screaming at him to take control and make her body his. * Jason waited while she called room service. The silk robe she put on did nothing to hide the soft curve of her breast or the sway of her hips. He pushed away from the door and walked into the room; his body ached to take her in his arms and make love to her. Yet he hesitated. She stood there, across the room looking beautiful, her body still glistening with sweat from her recent masturbation. Fuck it, he said under his breath, taking long steps to close the distance in seconds, he lifted her into his arms, took her lips with his, and carried her back into the bedroom. Dropping her onto the bed, he did not give her time to react. He simply knelt over her, his tongue darting in and out between her lips. The kiss lasted a very long time, Jason tasting every inch of her mouth, sucking her juices into his throat. He savored the feel of her, the scent of her, and the taste of her. His
hands moved over her body, softly caressing, as he ravaged her mouth. After so many months of waiting and wanting, he did not want to break the seal of their lips. He did not want to give her time to speak, or to protest. He was in control now and he was not about to give it back to her, ever! Her body responded to his, he could feel her pressing into him, molding her body to his; it was as if they never parted. A perfect fit as his hands moved up her thigh and under her robe, his fingers slipped into her wetness, stroking against her clit, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from deep inside her. His lips and tongue still drinking at her mouth; he rolled to a sitting position, her body in his lap, tightly wrapped in his arms. Once he was sitting he ended the kiss, pushing her body back slightly he pulled the front of her robe open, exposing her breast. Don t say a word Victoria; I don t plan on stopping until you understand I will never allow you to leave me again. And if you speak, you will regret it. As he finished issuing orders, he easily flipped her over his knees and ripped the robe from her body, his open palm slapping her ass with a resounding whack. You fucking brute, let me up. With his left hand planted in the middle of her back, Jason once again raised his right hand and landed an open palm to her ass. I told you not to speak, my love, and its time you started listening to me. Jason s voice was deep and angry; his hand once again connected with her flesh to emphasize his words. If you think I m going to lay here and let you turn my ass red, you re fucking crazy. She spit, while trying to move from under his hand. You will lay here Belle and take whatever I give. You belong to me now and always. Stop your protests and close your mouth my love, because the day is young, my hand is strong, and a good spanking is what you deserve most after the stunt you pulled. His hand landed another slap. Victoria kicked her feet, pushed against him with her hands; however, she did not speak. She did deserve this spanking and as long as he stopped soon she would resist no more. Jason felt her give in. She still struggled, but he knew she would not say another word. His hand moved to her ass again; however, this time it was to caress her flesh. His fingers played over her skin, sliding down to her thigh and up again. Stroking her lower back and sides, he moved his fingers over the body he felt in his mind. Every inch of her was carved into his brain and his mind knew his long period of celibacy was about to end. Suddenly a cruel thought forced its way to the surface, stopping the progress of his hand. Did she, his mind asked. Carefully turning her over in his lap, Jason pulled her close and lowered his lips to hers. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue, as he probed inside to race along her inner cheeks. The taste he remembered, the softness of her lips, the sweet feel of her body lying naked in his arms. Reluctant to release her, he needed an answer to one question before he lost his heart to her again. Pulling back from her mouth, he smiled into her face. I need to know. Know what? I need to know you love me and that you were faithful during your absence. I already answered both of those questions last night. He saw the smile on her face start to fade, Tell me again.
What s the matter handsome, can t you remember what I said. Do not toy with me Victoria. I need to know. Go to hell. She pushed out of his grasp before he could grab her, stood up, and headed back into the living room. God damn it woman, get back in here. Fuck you. Getting to his feet, he stormed into the other room stopping within inches of her, No darling, fuck you is something I will get back to doing as soon as you answer my question. Get out. Her lips set in anger, she pointed at the door. I m not going anywhere, Victoria. He saw her reach for the phone and grabbed her wrist. Holding tight, he pulled her body close and stared down into her shocked and angry eyes. Very slowly, he told her again, I am not leaving. You re hurting me. Silent tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. As if he grabbed a flame, Jason released her arms and stepped back. Realizing the situation was out of control he took a deep breath and reached out his finger to wipe away the tear now running down her cheek. Victoria, please. She turned her back to him and he heard her soft crying. The sound tore at his heart. Reaching for her, he folded her in an embrace holding her close as the tears came in earnest. Stroking her hair, he whispered in her ear. It s time to stop hurting each other, Victoria. I love you and always will. He felt her naked body shivering, as her tears flowed, the sound causing an ache in his heart. He lifted her gently in his arms, carried her to the bedroom, and lay her on the bed. Pulling the blankets over her, he kissed her on the cheek and turned to leave. CHAPTER FIFTEEN Wisps of clouds floated across the early morning sky, creating soft colors as the sun peeked over the eastern horizon. The air was cool, yet Gregory did not mind, it was better than he could have expected in France. He sat in the shadows, slightly hidden from view by a large umbrella opened over the table on which he had his feet propped. He watched as she checked the thermometer in the pool, before heading toward the pool house. Ten minutes later his heart racing, he watched as she stepped from the cabana into the early morning light, her swimsuit, a bright yellow bikini, setting off her figure to perfection. He was unable to take his eyes off her, as she walked toward the deep water at the far end of the oval shaped pool. The soft lights hanging overhead lit the clear depths to a beautiful shade of blue. Standing on the edge, she shaped her body into a curve and dove into the water. Swimming from one end to the other, she completed six laps, before taking a break by treading in the deepest part of the pool. Moving her arms in graceful motion, she was able to keep her head above the surface of the water. Her hair slicked tight against her head, framing her face allowed him to drink in her beauty. He felt his desire growing with each movement she made, the need to touch her soft skin increasing with each passing minute. Moving quickly, he slipped from the chair and headed to his left, away from the pool. Rounding the garden, he entered the pool house from the side door, changed into his trunks, and exited from the same door she'd used minutes before.
Adopting an innocent air, he strolled to the edge of the pool, dropped onto his ass, and flung his legs into the water, creating a soft splash. Good morning. Enjoying the swim? She turned her body to face him, a look of surprise in her eyes. Greg, I didn t realize you were here. Mind if I join you? Swimming toward the opposite side of the pool, she responded, No, not at all. Her attempt to put distance between them would do her no good, Gregory knew what he wanted, and in spite of their fight last evening, he knew she wanted it too. Pushing himself off the side, he slipped beneath the surface and swam in her direction. With his eyes open, under the water, he could make out the shape of her body ahead. Stopping short of touching her, he surfaced within inches of her. The water is wonderful. Oui. He could tell by the quiver in her voice that his closeness was having the desired effect on her. The look of lust growing in her eyes assuring him he had read the situation correctly. Reaching his hand to her face, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, allowing his fingers to rest gently on her skin for a moment. I have not forgotten last night. You are very beautiful. And you are very mean. I did not wish to cause you pain, I was angry and in need. As was I. Forgive me. Perhaps. Tell me beautiful Sophia, how do I make you forget my stupid behavior of last night? Kiss me. I will. Then I m going to make love to you, beautiful Sophia. Oui. He continued. I m going to take you in my arms and play your beautiful body until it sings. The smile, lighting her eyes as well as her mouth, was all the invitation he needed. Reaching through the water to take her body in his arms, he pressed his lips to hers. Burning desire welled deep inside his loin causing his cock to swell with need. Deepening the kiss, his tongue moved to open her lips allowing him entry. Past her teeth, his tongue explored. Running along the inside of her cheeks, over her tongue, then out again, he pulled her moisture into his mouth. Her tongue followed his on its retreat to begin an exploration of its own. Pulling her tighter into his body, he carefully kicked his feet to move them to the shallow end of the pool.
When his feet met the bottom, he stood, taking her with him. Lifting her up, without allowing their lips to part, he continued to ravage her mouth as he carried her to the chaise lounge, set off to the side of the pool area. It was darker here and they would be shielded from anyone glancing out the windows of the mansion. Laying her gently on the chaise, he lowered his body onto hers and continued to suck against her mouth. His lips devoured hers, their tongues danced together as their hands began to move over each other s wet skin. Releasing her mouth, he pushed up to look into her eyes, This is your last chance to say no. A soft laugh escaped her throat, as she pulled him back onto her chest. I want you, Greg. Needing no other words from her, he swiftly released the tie on her top, pulled it from her body, to reveal soft, luscious breasts. Using his hand to cup one he held it tenderly as his lips locked over the nipple to suck. He felt her body arch at the touch of his tongue on her aureole, as she pushed up to drive her breast deeper into his face. Sucking harder, he moved his free hand down her stomach, coming to rest on the rim of her suit bottom. Following the curve, his fingers found the small tie, holding the material in place on her hip. Without looking he worked the knot loose, than moved to the other side to do the same. With both ties free, he simply pulled the small yellow fabric from between her legs, exposing her naked body to his pleasure. With the flat of his hand, he moved over her hips, up her stomach, then down over her mons. Using his index finger, he dipped into the soft folds of her pussy, his thumb connecting with the nub of her clit. Stroking gently, he continued to suck her breast, steadily increasing the pressure. His finger moving from her clit to push inside the opening of her vulva, then out again to coat her clit in warm juice. He felt her body start to shudder, the deep sounds of pleasure moving closer to the surface. Releasing her breast, he plunged his fingers deep inside. I ve hungered to taste the sweet nectar of you for days now. Pushing up on her g-spot, he rolled the hard nub between his finger and the wall of her vagina. The need to have your pussy sliding over my cock, coating it with warm, wet, juice from deep inside you, has haunted my dreams. Pushing hard, he lifted her ass off the chair as she tried to bear down on his finger, the low-throated cry of pleasure rumbling from deep inside rolled past her lips to split the morning air with her scream. He felt the hot cum flowing onto his finger, as her orgasm started to contract her muscles around him, pulling tightly, sucking his finger deeper into her depth. Pushing up with as much force as he could, he continued to apply pressure on her g-spot, as hot liquid continued to release in waves. Her screams resonated around the garden; deep animal sounds of pleasure matched her pumping hips as she struggled to dislodge his hand. Not willing to let the orgasm end, Gregory lowered his head to her nipple once again, and drew it into his mouth. Sucking hard, he pulled the tender mound against his tongue and moved his head back, slowing allowing the orb to slide over his teeth. Her body jolted against his. Again and again, hot liquid shot from her g-spot onto his finger. The air around them filled with the primal screams of her climax As she continued to quiver from the force of her orgasm, he released his hold on her body. Standing beside the chaise, he removed his wet swim trunks and tossed them aside. Returning to the lounge chair and taking her hands in his, he gently eased her to her feet. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her, Wrap your legs around my waist Chéri, he instructed.
Once her heels locked behind his back, her arms around his neck he released his hold and took her weight against his frame. Using his hands, he pulled her pussy lips open and guided his cock inside. Returning his hands to her waist he gently pushed down to lower her pussy onto his erect penis, her soft intake of breath telling him his size would be a tight fit. With his cock only barely in he waited for her nectar to coat the first inch then pulled her up and off his rod. Taking her weight with his neck muscles again, he pumped his fingers inside to coat them with her honey, transferring the moisture to his cock before again pushing her pussy down onto his shaft. As his cock slid home, her juices gushed, making it easier to slip deep inside. He drove his cock against her walls and waited for her muscles to relax around him. Her breathing was shallow as she grew accustom to his large penis deep in her folds. Oh Dieu. He laughed, Not a God darling, just very fortunate. As am I. Knowing her vagina could take his length he began a slow, steady lifting and dropping of her body. His hands at her waist, he lifted her up, pulling her off his cock, than dropped her back down hard, driving his rod deep to her wall. Her breast brushed his lips and tongue on each upward movement. He controlled the force of her descent; quickening the pace every few seconds until her muscles were unable to relax between thrusts and locked tight against his shaft. His legs straining to hold her weight, while pumping her up and down on his cock, he inhaled deeply as he felt the blood pounding, driving the jizzim up and ejecting it into her pussy. Again, and again his cum exploded into her depth, mingling with hers as she climaxed. The sound of their efforts surrounded them, breath pulled from tortured lungs, screams of pleasure filling the air, bodies coated with sweat, cum dripping between his feet. Shooting a last bit of cum, his cock became very sensitive, as a shudder ripped through his body. Unable to continue he wrapped his arms around her tight and lowered their bodies to the soft cool grass, releasing his hold on her the moment his back touch the ground. His muscles quivered, as the force of his climax overwhelmed his senses, his body trying hard to relax as the sun crept higher in the sky, casting a ray of warmth to touch his body. **** Just as dawn crested over the eastern hills, Pierre arrived in his office. The masquerade ball last evening was a huge success with many of the guests still lingering downstairs. He was tired, yet knew he needed to make this call before going to bed. Sitting behind his desk, he dialed Sam s cell number and waited for him to pick up. Hello. Morning Sam. Hell its afternoon here, Pierre. How was the ball? Great, too bad you missed it. How are things there? Interesting would be the wrong word to describe just how strange things are. What is going on?
How long do you have? As long as it takes. First you ll be happy to know I ve discovered Victoria was as faithful to Jason as he was to her. My God. It worked Sam; she would only hold back if she truly loved him. Don t get too excited, I doubt if Jason knows it. Perhaps it would be best if you told me all of it, from the beginning. The last thing I expected when I landed in Nassau was to find Victoria sitting at the bar downstairs. I did not even get a chance to fill Jase in on things before she knocked on my door. God it was so good to see her. How does she look? As beautiful as ever, more tired, less happy than she was four months ago, but she seems to be taking things well. Where has she been all these months? According to her, after arriving in Nassau she never left. She spent those first few days in Key West. Apparently, the evening at the Two Hearts Club involved nothing more than a discussion with the owner about a swinger s party in Tahiti. I think she said his name if Alfred. Oui, Fred has been a friend for a long time. About every three years we join his membership for a week of naked romping in Tahiti. Can t wait, sounds like a lot of fun. So she spent the entire night at the club talking business. Hard to believe, but it seems to be the way of it. She did some shopping in St. Thomas, took a small cruise ship to Nassau. I am surprised Green was unable to find the information on her departure. She told me she had switched to cash, but was still using her real name. Same thing at the club here, she is checked in as Victoria Lane. Sam, you know the closed nature of this society and so does she. I cannot believe she thought any of the people we associate with would break her confidence or reveal her location. True. However, I do not believe she was thinking very well at the time. She truly expected Jason to find her quickly. When he didn t show up after the first couple of weeks she slipped into a depression, thinking he didn t feel for her what she felt for him. Childish, stupid and childish. Therein is the problem, Pierre. She knew this and knew everyone else would feel the same. Said she could not face things there, not without him. Knew she had allowed her unreasonable fears to run away and could not bring herself to come home to deal with it. She s spent the last three and a half months convincing herself Jason didn t love her. She knows better. This is so unlike her; what happened to my strong, intelligent business partner?
She fell in love Pierre. Once she realized it was a waste of time to sit on this beach any longer, she decided to return home and find a way to get Jason back. She really did have plans to call you and return home before I stumbled on her lair. And now? What is happening now? This is where things get a little dicey. Jason lost his mind on the drive from the airport to the hotel and drank an entire bottle of Absolut. By the time he arrived he was drunk off his ass. Christ, he hasn t had a drink in months. Whatever possessed him to get drunk when he was finally within reach of his goal? If he ever explains it to me, I ll let you know. Last night was not pretty. We carried him to the room, dropped his ass on the bed and, oh God, was Tori hot. Jason made some very crude advances all of which simply pissed her off further. After we got him tucked in she spent the next hour getting drunk herself. Merveilleux, two drunken idiots on your hands. I was given little choice Pierre. Tori didn t leave much room for argument when she gave me three options for dealing with the situation. Three? Yes, she told me I could have Mark fly her back to Vegas, find something heavy so she could beat the shit out of Jase, or let her get drunk. I poured until she passed out, than I put her to bed. Damn. Where are they now? Jase woke up at about four this morning...still drunk and acting like a jerk. I poured several pots of hot coffee down his throat, he took three showers and when he left seemed to be about over the hangover, although still very angry. Left? Where the hell did he go? To her room. Oh merde? It s been five hours and he s still not back, maybe a good sign. Or they ve killed each other. I think if that were the case, someone would have called me. Is there any way to find out what is going on in there? Sure, I can walk down the hall and knock, but I m not going to. We have done all we can, Pierre. It is up to them to make it work from here. Jase is still very angry and I know Tori is still livid. I expect they will fight it out and hopefully come to the other side still in love. Are you staying in Nassau? No, I ve already called Mark. I am going back to St. Thomas for a few days, then I am going to find a willing woman, a nice dark bar, get drunk, and fuck her brains out. So far this vacation sucks.
You will let the office know where I can find you. Suzette will have the numbers. If you need to find me she will know how to contact me. CHAPTER SIXTEEN How did it go so wrong? Words spoken in the heat of a moment, cruel angry words to destroy a lifetime of happiness. For what? His fury faded, replaced by blinding pain. Things were out of control, the realization penetrated deep in his heart. Unable to bear the sound of her crying, he turned away from her tear-streaked face to leave. The sound of her voice stopped him. Jason. Saying a silent prayer he turned back, It does not matter. Yes. Sitting on the bed next to her, he took her hand in his. Victoria, my beautiful, beautiful angel, it does not matter. I had no right to ask. Yes I love you. He wiped a tear from her cheek, Shh...you do not have to say it. I love you Jason and I was faithful. I never meant to cause you pain my love. Lifting her wrist to his lips, he gently kissed the red marks his fingers left on her flesh. I m so sorry. Did you hear me? I love you. I heard you angel. His fingers traced over the angry red welts. His heart ached because of the pain he'd inflicted. Leaning forward he kissed the wet trail of her tears. I m sorry. She did not pull back, her body no longer shivering he felt her fingers on the front of his shirt. The buttons opened as she pushed her way to a sitting position and slid the material off his shoulders. Lightly brushing his lips over hers he stood and removed his pants, before joining her on the bed. She opened her arms to welcome him to her. Straddling her body, his arms beside her head, his knees resting by her hips, he lowered his head to her nipple. Kissing first one, running his tongue over the nub than moving to the other, he danced his tongue over her breasts. Moving his head lower, he shifted his body down to allow his tongue to continue tracing over her skin. Lower he moved until his lips found her clit, his tongue flicking over her shaved mons and dipping into her pussy. Moving his body flat on the bed, he pushed her legs up to bend at the knees and spread them to open her body to his mouth. Delving his tongue into her honey, he tasted her sweetness. As in his dreams of the last four months, he played her clit and labia running circles between the two. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth, he held it there flicking his tongue over the tip, drinking in the juices flowing from her pussy. His need was building as her body responded to each touch of his tongue, her hips moving slowly up driving her pussy tight to his face. Unable to control the need to slip his cock into her warmth he pushed himself up on his knees. Planting his arms to hold his weight he pumped his legs straight until he was in a push-up position over her. Holding his body taut, he dropped his head to deliver her juice from his tongue to hers. She pulled his tongue into her mouth and sucked gently, drawing the sweet nectar of her pussy to mingle with his taste.
As the kiss deepened, he lowered his hips, pressing his cock between her legs and slid past her clit to the find the opening. Pushing up he drove the tip between her vulva and continued his slow forward thrust. Her muscles pressed tight against his shaft, pulling him deeper and deeper. Her wetness made his entry smooth and warm. Penetrating to the base of his shaft, he held for a moment before starting to pump his hips. With his arms locking his body at an angle on top of her, he could look into her eyes and watch the desire ignite as his movements fell into a steady cadence. Rocking up and down he plunged his rod in and out until the muscles of his arm knotted with the effort. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed, he watched as the primal sound issued from her throat, her hips pumping hard to meet each downward thrust of his hips. In perfect time, his hips descending to meet her upward push as his cock continued to slam in and out of her pussy. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts, driving deeper, with each inward slide to her g-spot. Keeping his eyes focused on her face he watched as the orgasm took control, her breath coming in long hard gulps, the soft screams spilling over her lips and echoing off the walls of the room. Tingling spears of need soared as hot jizzim moved up his cock and wave after wave of cum slammed into her pussy. He felt her muscles clamp down tight on his cock as her cum exploded over him. His wild, animal howls of pleasure joining her screams as their bodies jolted from climax. As her orgasm continued, her muscles contracted again and again around his cock. Finding it difficult to breathe, his arms quivering from the pressure of holding his weight, he finally collapsed on top of her. Not wanting to keep his weight on her small frame, he tucked his arms between her and the bed and in one graceful move rolled onto his back, trading places with her. Holding her tight to his chest, he felt her body shudder, her head resting on his chest, her hot breath teasing his skin. He felt her planting soft kisses on his skin and relaxed deeper into the mattress. You belong to me. Yes. For now and for always. Yes. Moving slightly, he shifted their weight to lay her beside him, her eyes looking into his. No more fears. She smiled, I could lie and say no. Do not lie, angel. We will work on them together. Jase my love, I have discovered one day in your arms is worth more to me than one hundred days without you. It was one hundred and thirteen days, Victoria. You counted? I did. Jason forestalled any further response from her as he took her mouth with his; applying pressure to her lips, he spoke against her mouth, No more talk, I have four months of fantasies to live. *
Every morning at ten o clock Manny explained to Mr. DuMonte that the do not disturb sign was still in place on the knob of suite two seventy-eight. Room service delivered hot meals three times a day. Housekeeping dropped clean towels by the door daily, and following orders from Mr. Hunter, no phone calls got through to the room. The morning of the third day, DuMonte left his number and a message for Ms. Lane. When you run out of cum, call me! Pierre . Manny laughed every time he thought about it. Glancing to the message box, he noticed the neatly folded white paper still there. Five days and counting. **** It has been almost a week Pierre, how long before they return? You will be happy to know I spoke with your father this morning. They will be arriving tomorrow morning. What? Why did you not tell me this sooner? Because son, you were not in your room earlier. I suspect it would have proved embarrassing for both of us, if I had located you. I was busy with... You do not need to tell me what you were busy doing Greg. I know. You do not. Considering Sophia was missing from the security room as well, I have a pretty damn good idea. Just because Sophia was not in the security room, it does not mean we were together. Come off it Greg. You two have been very busy for days now. What else am I to do while I wait for them to return. Besides I do believe it was you who gave permission for me to pursue Sophia in the first place. What I said young man was ... this is a sex club and I should not have to tell you what to do. And I took you at your word. I needed no instruction in the art of pleasing a woman. I simply put all I know to work. When I told you the perks came with the room I expected you to spread yourself around a little. Enjoy the many delights the club has to offer, not screw the same woman for days on end. Damn it Pierre, I am not screwing her, it is more than sex. Greg was getting angry now. You are too young to be involved in a serious relationship, Greg. And you are not my father. Do not get your dander up son. I am simply making an observation. Greg leaned back in the chair and stared at Pierre s face. There was no anger there, just concern. I did not plan to find her so enchanting. This is more than a youthful dalliance. Tis possible I m falling for
the fair Sophia. She is a delightful minx. Oui. Just go slowly, Greg. I do not want to see you hurt. He thought about this advice for a moment, Going slow is no longer an option Pierre. Only time will tell if there is a chance at love. I plan to find out. L'aide de ciel nous. I don t think heaven will be of much help. Enough. Back to work with you. Greg laughed at the look on Pierre s face as he headed back to the stock room to see if Tony needed help. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN The storm of last evening was gone, the air held a crispness which continued to cool the parched landscape. Desert rain did not soak into the ground; it simply followed the least resistant path as it flowed down gullies and canyons. Several areas of Las Vegas were flooded delaying their arrival at the club. Their driver forced to detour around closed streets and emergency crews working diligently to restore normal services. Victoria snuggled close to Jason. Neither spoke for several minutes, both happy enjoying the closeness and feel of their bodies touching. Finally, they reached the outskirts of Vegas and the long slow climb up the hill began. Home, Victoria felt her stomach dip as the excitement of returning at last to Belle Tori overwhelmed her senses. It feels good to be home. You did not enjoy the Bahamas? That is not what I meant and you know it. I have been away far too long and look forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight. What makes you think sleeping is on the agenda my love? Victoria looked up into Jason s eyes they were dancing with delight. We will need to sleep sooner or later handsome. I believe it will be later; much, much, later in fact. She felt him pull her body tight to his as he moved his hands to her face. Lowering his head, his lips met with hers as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. His hands moved to her thigh, lightly brushing her skirt up to allow his fingers access to her clit. We are almost there, she said, while trying to pull away from his body. Now is not the time to get naked. My dear, you do not wear panties, thank god, so it will not be necessary to get naked to make you cum.
Jason Hunter, you are insatiable! And you love it. Don t try to tell me otherwise, my sweet. She did not respond, simply allowed him to take her mouth with his, and opened her legs in invitation. His fingers moved quickly to dance on her clit. Rubbing the nub with fast flicks as his lips moved down to her throat. Taking his hand from between her legs, he lifted her into his lap, laying her body back onto the seat. Her head and back resting on the seat, her ass was lifted over his thighs. His fingers again dipped between her legs; spread wide by the position he placed her in. She felt the warmth as he pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. Probing forward they found her g-spot and began to strum against it. Low moans escaped her throat. The heat built quickly as he expertly played along the depth of her walls. Pushing up hard, she felt the nub of her g-spot tingle against his finger. Tell me you love me Victoria. I love you. Say it again. I love you Jason. Again, he rolled his fingers around the nub, massaging until it felt like she would explode from the pressure. Tell me you will always be by my side. Always, I promise ... please Jase, make me cum. Not yet. Her moans filled the limo, as he continued to apply quick pumps against her pussy, his thumb now dancing on her clit as well. The heat became intense as her body pulsed with need. Jase, please! Tell me you will never take this away from us again. I swear, oh please, it s so close. You belong to me Victoria. Yes, I am yours, forever. A scream of delight tore from her throat as he pumped her g-spot. Never forget mon amour, your body is mine to have and to hold from this day forward. Oh please, shut up and fuck me! She knew he would make her say these things again and again for months and she would gladly. Now all she wanted was to give in to the rampant heat searing the very depth of her body. She felt cum start, as she lifted her hips into his finger. Her g-spot throbbing tight against the pressure he still applied. The contractions gripping her pussy, sucking his fingers deeper and deeper as honey flowed from inside. Lost in his arms she released her mind and body into his care. Sinking deeper into the realm of ecstasy her body floated on wave after wave of orgasm as he took control of her senses. She felt him move her body off his lap and shift his weight to kneel between her legs. Unaware the limo slowed to such a pace that they were barely moving, she opened her eyes to watch him unzip his slacks. She waited in anticipation while he pushed the waistband of his brief down his legs, allowing his cock to
spring free, hard, and ready. Lifting her legs onto his shoulders, he supported her ass in his hands, as his rod slid between her legs. Pressing the opening of her pussy, he slowly thrust forward, driving it inch by inch deeper and deeper into her folds. Reaching her fingers to his chest, she massaged his nipples through the thin silk of his shirt. With his cock wrapped in her pussy, he lowered her ass to the leather seat and placed his hands flat on either side of her head, bringing his body to an angle over hers. Her legs pinned against his ears, she could do nothing to assist him. Slowly moving his hips back, he pulled his shaft out, until only the tip remained inside. Say it again. I love you. For always. I love you for always. His hips pressed forward again, starting a slow slide inside the warm wetness of her honey. Suddenly he slammed his cock deep, hitting hard against her walls, her clit pressed firmly against his pelvic bone, his up and down movements massaging her to orgasm. I think I will keep you naked and chained to the bed when we get home. As long as your cock is always inside my pussy, tis fine with me. He locked his elbows and began to pump hard. Slamming in and out as her moans of pleasure increased. Her muscles quivered, as his rod found her g-spot again. She was on fire, the need to cum mounting as she opened her mouth to scream with pleasure, cum! His hard ride continued, his skin covered in sweat, hard muscles bulging with the effort to keep slamming in and out. The blood was pounding in her head, the orgasm rolled on. Her clit pulsing in pleasure and pain as the heat exploded, starting deep within the center of her being, pushing upward over her clit. Hot cum moving toward the surface like lava, throbbing, pulsing, until it once again broke free. His cock rammed hard between her legs finding its mark, slamming her nub tight against the outer wall and holding it there as his jizzim filled her pussy. Unable to continue, he slowed to a stop, lifting her legs off his shoulders, he let them drop on either side of his body. She laid there, body racked with tremors, breath shallow, skin tingling and soft sensual moans of pleasure coming from deep within, vibrating off his chest as he lowered his head to her ear. I love you. He whispered softly. I know. **** Pierre and Yvette stood on the steps waiting for the limo to arrive. The driver radioed ahead letting them know they had made the turn up the hill. Looking at his watch, he realized they had been waiting almost twenty minutes. What the fuck, it does not take this long to drive six miles. Perhaps the car has broken down. More likely they are naked in the back seat and the driver was told to stop the vehicle. If this is true, we may have a long wait.
Well I for one do not plan to stand around any longer, I need a drink. I will join you. Walking back inside, Pierre seated Yvette on the couch in the corner and continued to the bar to get them drinks. Returning several minutes later, he sat beside her. They waited in silence, sipping sixty-year-old Chateau Montifaud Cognac. Half an hour later, Sophia walked from the security room to tell them the car was coming up the drive. Damn about time. Pierre stood, you two run along now and let me handle this. Do you want me to let Greg know they have arrived? No kitten. Yvette leaned into Pierre, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, Do not enjoy this too much. I do not think enjoy is in the plan, I can only hope it does not blow up in our faces. Pierre stated as he moved to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside. The car was just turning to park at the bottom of the steps. Pierre stood waiting for the driver to open the door for Victoria. As she stepped from the car his suspicions were confirmed...their delay was due to sex. She was glowing, her hair was hanging wild about her face and she found it necessary to pull her skirt down a little to hide her ass. Victoria turned to look up, her eyes lit on him standing there. Shouting his name, she ran up the stairs and launched herself into his arms. Pierre braced himself for the impact of her body slamming into his. Lifting her off her feet, he spun her around, than set her back down. Lowering his head to hers, he kissed her full on the mouth and pulled her tight against his frame. Responding to his kiss, he felt her relax against his chest. He held her close for several moments, glad to have her back. As suddenly as she embraced him, she released him. Laughter dancing in her eyes, she asked, Did you miss me darling? Perhaps. Liar. Oui. She took his hand and pulled him inside the door. Where is everyone? I sent them on errands. You don t want to share my homecoming handsome? I will share you later, for now we have some business. Good god, Pierre, I ve only just returned and already you want to put me to work. Their conversation interrupted by the sound of Jason entering the lobby, followed by the driver with the first load of luggage. Christ, Victoria did you leave anything in Nassau for others to buy? Leaving Pierre s side, Victoria ran back into Jason s arms, hugged him close, and proceeded to defend her shopping trips. There is nothing in those bags I can live without.
Sure, if you say so. Jason did not sound convinced. Jason Hunter, if you re going to be lord of the manor around here, you best get use to the idea I like to shop. Pierre watched as Jason lifted her into his arms and kissed her silent. Waiting for the driver to make several trips to and from the car, he watched the playful way Victoria teased Jason. Hating to end this delightful show, he knew Greg would come looking for him soon. In fact, he was surprised he had not given up waiting already. I hate to interrupt this show of affections, but we need to discuss a couple of things. Also there is someone in the residence waiting to meet you. Jason s face held a questioning look, yet it was Victoria who asked, Who is waiting to meet us? Come upstairs and you will find out. Did you find a new mistress while I was away Pierre, Victoria teased. Oui mon amour and I have hidden her in your bedroom just for the hell of it. Well my room is of course the nicest on the estate perhaps she will want to keep it. Pierre continued to walk up the stairs, Victoria and Jason trailing behind him. If only it were a mistress, this would be so much easier. Reaching the landing, he turned left and proceeded down the hall to the open double doors. He could see Gregory sitting on the couch. Pierre stepped through the doorway and immediately moved to the side, allowing both Jason and Victoria to see the person sitting on the couch. Victoria cleared the doorway first, just as Gregory stood to move forward. Pierre knew the moment she had seen him, her body froze on the spot. Jason, unprepared for her sudden stop, ran into the back of her. Next time turn on your brake lights, angel. Jason said. Victoria stood rooted to the carpet, staring into the eyes of the man she loved, only not the man himself. Turning her head she looked for Pierre. As he watched in silence, Jason took in the features of the young man moving forward. Belle, this is Gregory Parker, he is visiting from France. Pierre waited while Gregory moved forward, hand extended. Bonjour Ms. Lane. You are as beautiful as I have been told. Bonjour Mr. Parker, you are most kind. Welcome to my home. I have been here for almost two weeks, madam and have found it most enjoyable. You will have to fill me in on all the details later. Of course. Pierre watched as Victoria moved slightly aside, reaching for Jason s hand to pull him forward. Mr. Parker, this is Jason Hunter my, well a friend.
Jason did not move. He did not take the hand extended in front of him in greeting. Staring into his own eyes, he seemed in a trance. Victoria smiled and elbowed him in the side. Jason, please welcome our guest. Bonjour Mr. Parker. Jason said very quickly and turned to confront Pierre. DuMonte, what the hell is this? Pierre looked at Greg in time to see his face fall. Perhaps we should all take a seat. He motioned toward the couch and chairs, indicating with his gesture they should sit down. He moved to the bar and poured four shots of Macallan, placed them on a tray and offered them to the others. Just as he turned to replace the tray on the bar top, Jason s voice startled him. I knew a Parker, she lived in France and spent the summer... his words trailed off. My mothers name is Babbitt Parker. Twenty-one years ago she spent the summer in Paris with an American college student. Pierre heard the defiant tone of Greg s voice as he directed his response to Jason. He could see the shadow lift from Jason s features as he heard the name thrown in his face. The sound of Jason s glass hitting the far wall caused everyone to jump. He stood so fast none could have stopped him, Why the fucking hell didn t she tell me? My god I had a right to know, the stupid bitch. If he expected an answer, he did not wait around to hear it. Pierre watched in shocked silence as Jason strode from the room and continued down the hall. Gregory stood to follow. Pierre moved to stop him, just as Victoria laid her hand on his arm, Give him some time Greg, he is not angry with you. When he realizes what he has just done, he will be devastated. All these years I have waited to meet my father, to tell him how much I want him in my life, and he curses my mother. It took over an hour for Victoria to get the story from Greg and Pierre. When they finished, she felt drained. This is quite the homecoming. I only wanted to meet him. My mother warned me he might not want a son after all these years. Both Pierre and Victoria spoke at once. Not want you! Victoria looked at Pierre, silently letting him know she would handle this. Jason behaved badly, but I can assure you Greg, he will want you. How can you be sure? Because I know the man I love well enough to know he will calm down. When he does, you will meet the real man. I ve met him. So far I think perhaps I am lucky he never knew of me. Do not say such a ridiculous thing, young man. You do not know your father yet and you will come to understand he was shocked, not himself. Now if you will both excuse me, I am going to find my husband to see if he is OK. She did not allow either man to stop her, as she too exited the residence and set off down the hall. What now?
Pierre did not respond to his question. Pierre what is wrong with you? Did you not hear what she said? I believe she went to look for, Greg s voice trailed off as a perplexed look swept over his face. Oh my god, she called him her husband. Oui. Having Greg confirm what he thought he heard was all Pierre needed to down another shot of Macallan. This calls for a celebration. Glancing at Gregory, he realized the party would have to wait. **** Victoria opened the door to her office. Jason was sitting behind the desk, his face in his hands. She walked over to the chair placing her hand on his shoulder. Jase? He neither spoke, nor turned to face her. He simply took her wrist in his hand and pulled her into his lap. His fingers went to the front of her blouse, with one forceful motion he ripped the buttons off. Pushing the material off her shoulders, he reached behind her back making quick work of the clasp holding her bra in place. Her breast bare, he lowered his head to her nipple, kissing it gently at first. Rolling it on his tongue he slid her nipple in and out of his mouth, pulling hard one moment, than sucking in more and more of her breast. She felt the heat, yet knew they needed to talk. Jase, talk to me. He stood quickly, holding her body close to his so she would not fall. Without words he stripped her naked, the pain clearly visible in his eyes. As she stood watching, he removed his clothes as well pulling her back into his arms. Taking her chin in his hand, he moved his mouth to connect with hers. Her lips parted to allow his tongue entry, his taste overwhelmed her. Sweet, warm, wet, his tongue dancing with hers, mingling as he explored as deeply as his tongue would reach. His lips pressed tight, his hands started moving again. Down her back and up, his fingers trailing over exposed flesh as the kiss deepened. He held her ass cheek in one hand while his other rested on her waist. His tongue continued to dance within her mouth; she could feel him slowly start to suck, tasting her juice, and kneading her ass. The kiss exploded, the sucking increased as her tongue pulled in and out, sending shivers rippling through her. * Jason felt lost, unable to come to grips with the secret kept from him all these years. His mind raced as his mouth devoured hers. All thoughts of what just happened were driven away as his need to posses her took control. Releasing her mouth, he spun her around, placing his hand in the middle of her back; he pushed her over into a bent position. Still unable to speak, wanting only to feel, he reached between her legs and pulling her labia open, guided his cock home. As his rod pushed past her vulva, the muscles of her pussy grabbed tight and held it there. The angle of his cock in this position shot it straight into her upper g-spot, hitting deep and tight against the back wall. He felt her body shake, as his muscle raked over the knot and a flood of hot juice poured around him. Pressing hard against her ass, he kept his shaft tightly in position, her muscles contracting, and the nub of her g-spot pulsing. He heard the low rumble of a scream start deep in her chest, as he pulled his rod back and slammed it home again. Over and over without thought, he thrust deep inside her warm folds, until cum exploded around his penis and a low-pitched scream of pleasure rushed from her lips, echoing around their bodies.
The room was hot and beads of sweat rolled down his chest. Without pause, without hesitation to absorb the shock wave, Victoria pulled forward than slammed back again, starting the motion over. Grabbing her hips tight, he could feel her orgasm continue as his cock rode in and out, sucked tight by her muscles contracting as cum continue to flow and her ass pounded his hips. Jason leaned his head back, allowing his mind to fly free and gave himself over to the flood of desire building deep within. His lower body pushed forward, his upper body leaned back, the slope of his body driving the head of his cock directly into her g-spot, slamming it up against the back wall of her vagina. He was so deep inside, his cock filled every inch of her pussy, hitting hard with each thrust in and out. He could feel the blood pumping through the veins of his shaft, his balls slapping her ass and the rocking motion continued. Her screams were continual, rolling one after the other as orgasms shook her body. His body reacted, tingling spears of need soared up on a crest of desire, as hot jizzim moved up his cock, releasing wave after wave of cum into her pussy. The sounds coming from his throat were wild, animal-like howls of pleasure and his body jolted with each surge of fluid ejected from his cock. It was difficult to breathe and he could feel her body racked with spasms, muscles contracting harder and harder. The air swirled around them, as the climax ignited both their bodies, the only thing left was a sense of touch, as each one s flesh quivered with sensitivity. Drained of fluid, he pulled his cock from her body, taking her waist in his hands he pulled her upright and leaned her back into his chest. Resting his head on the top of her head, he gave in to tears. * Victoria s body was still shuddering when he pulled her against his chest. His head coming to rest on her head, she heard and felt his shallow breathing. She knew he was crying and her heart ached to find the words to make things right. Feeling helpless to comfort him, she turned her body into his and held him in her arms. Stroking his back with her fingers, she waited, as he freed himself of the guilt, pain, and anger. Slowly over the next several minutes, she felt him relax and bring his emotions under control again. He never meant to hurt you. I know. He must hate me now. No, he is only confused. She leaned away from him, looking up into his eyes noting the sadness still lingering there. He expected you to welcome him with open arms. Pushing away from her, he turned and pounded the desktop. And I yelled at him. You did. He understands why you were upset. Christ angel, I m forty-two years old and acting like a child. What must he think of me? He thinks you need time to come to grips with his existence. She watched as he shook his head from side to side. How could she have gone all these years without telling me? You will have to ask her, Jase. I do not know. From what I gather from Greg, he never understood her motives either. Turning back to face her, I have a son. My god, he looks just like me.
Darling come sit on the couch with me so we can decide what to do next. What I need to do is go find him and apologize. Perhaps you should dress first. Spinning his head around to look at her, he broke into laughter. In two strides, he was back at her side, lifting her in the air and twirling her in circles. I have a son, he shouted. As he set her back on her feet, she kissed him on the cheek, Yes I know you do. Now let us get dressed so we can go meet him for real this time. And darling, I believe I let our secret slip. You told them we were married in Nassau? Not exactly, I simply told them I was coming in search of my husband. I believe they are both smart enough to draw the correct conclusion. I think we will stay naked a little longer my dear. Why. Because once we leave this room, I do not imagine I will have a moment alone with you for days. You do exaggerate, my love. Perhaps my darling wife, however I think I will keep you to myself a while longer. Jason, your son is waiting to meet the real you. I do not think we should keep him waiting. He s waited twenty-one years my dear, two more hours will not seem so long. Unable to resist the twinkle in his eyes, Victoria allowed him to lay her on the couch, once again surrendering to his lips. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The sun almost hidden by the mountains on the western edge of the desert as a last burst of color floated on the horizon, the night closed in around him. For over two hours, Greg sat on the balcony waiting and wondering if his father and new stepmother would ever join them. He must be really upset. More likely they are naked. Pierre responded. You truly believe he has gotten over his anger at my mother so quickly and is now making love to his new wife? Oui. How can you be so sure? Greg, son, I know your father pretty well. Trust me when I tell you for the fourth time, it was a moment of shock which gripped him. He will be delighted to have you as a son. As for the reason he is delayed... There is no need to shock the boy, DuMonte. Greg looked up to see his father walking out the patio door, Victoria at his side. Uncertain what he should do or say, he remained silent.
I was not trying to shock the boy Jason. Besides if the truth be told, your sexual escapades would not come as a shock, not after what he has been up to in your absence. Pierre, damn it, shut up. Greg knew he was yelling, but his activities of the last week were not something he wanted his father hearing of, not yet. Jason s laughter filled the air. If he is anything like me, you do not need to tell me a thing. Greg noticed his father turn to look him in the eye. Can you ever forgive me? Greg stood and took a few steps in Jason s direction before stopping. He noticed Victoria move away to join Pierre at the table. Standing in front of his father, the man he had waited a lifetime to meet, he could not find the words to respond. He studied his fathers face, looking for the anger he suspected must still be there. For the love of god, Jason Hunter, take your son in your arms and tell him how happy you are to meet him. Greg could not help but hear the demanding way in which Victoria spoke to his father. He watched as his father shot her a sideways glance, I can handle this, angel. Oh really? From here, it looks like you have no clue what to do next. Would you not agree, Pierre? Leave me out of this, Belle´. Greg felt the warmth of their friendship surround him and wished he could find a way to let his father know he wanted to be part of his life. The words locked in his throat; he could not even force his lips to smile. Jason ended the awkward moment by extending his hand. Greg reached out to offer his hand, only to have it gripped tight as his father pulled him into his arms. Never doubt you are welcome in my life, son. Pulling back, looking his father square in the eyes, You seemed so angry. Not with you son. My mother feared you would take me from her. Sadness settled in Jason s eyes. I cannot say for certain what I might have done, given the knowledge of your birth, Greg. However, I would like to think her fears were unfounded. Knowing her as I do sir, I believe there will come a day, soon, when the two of you can discuss this in person. Patting him on the shoulder, Jason pointed to the chair, Go on and sit down. I will get a bottle and glasses so we can toast to our future. And your marriage. More laughter from his father greeted this statement. Yes, we have much to discuss. He watched as Jason returned inside. * Stepping back outside, Jason handed Victoria a drink and sat at the table between her and Greg. Lifting his glass, he offered a toast, To new beginnings. Four glasses rose toward the middle of the table, high in the air and carefully brought together until touching. To new beginnings, four voices spoke the
words at the same time, as each glass returned to lips for a drink. I want to hear all about you, Greg. Jason said. Wait, before you start on a history lesson, I need to take my leave. Pierre stood. Bending to kiss Victoria, he offered congratulations on her marriage. Extending his hand to Jason, he did the same. You don t need to leave. After all you are one of the family. Jason stated as he shook the offered hand. I will join you for breakfast, for now I need some sleep. Looking at Greg, he bid him goodnight and left. Tell me everything son. Where did you go to school? Do you have a girl friend? How long do you plan to stay? Give him a chance to answer your first question handsome. Victoria gently chastised. Looking at his son again, Jason tried to control his desire to learn everything about him right now. Go ahead Greg you can start with the first twenty-one years. Several hours later, Jason knew a lot. He was surprised to discover Greg forced his mother to give him his name three years ago, yet kept his promise to wait for his twenty-first birthday to set out on his journey to find him. He was proud of what he discovered about the young man he now knew to be his son. His mother, despite her deceit, raised him well. He would try to keep that in mind when he confronted her about keeping his existence a secret. The first rays of dawn appeared in the sky when they finally rose from the table and said goodnight. Father and son each with a new understanding of the other, embraced once again, knowing there would be more conversations before they knew each other well. Jason watched as Greg opened the door to the guest room and paused. Jason? Yes Greg. Before you go, I must tell you something else. Sure, what s on your mind? While I waited for you to return I have become involved with... He stopped. Involved with? Sophia. Jason fought hard not to laugh at the tentative way in which Greg told him. Fearing to upset him, he tried to keep a fatherly look on his face. He heard Victoria s intake of breath and quickly glanced in her direction to see the surprise written on her face. Is it serious? It is getting serious. I just wanted to tell you before someone else did. Thank you son, can we discuss this in the morning? There is nothing to discuss. I plan to continue my relationship with or without your approval.
Taking a deep breath, Jason fought for the right words. Greg, you are an adult and while I hope to be a father to you, I cannot start by telling you who you can and cannot date. We are not dating Sir, we are having... Before he could finish the sentence, Jason heard Victoria, Like father like son. Then her laughter filled the room. Victoria, you will behave. Jason ordered. Still laughing she replied, Of course. She walked over to Greg and kissed him on the cheek. Please be patient with us Greg, we will need some time to learn to be parents. Greg hugged her, a smile playing on his lips as he went in his room and closed the door. Sophia and my son? Do not even start handsome. He is a grown man and will make his own choices. Jason looked at her and realized she was right. Taking her by the hand, he led the way into their room and closed the door. CHAPTER NINETEEN He stared at her sleeping face, following the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Diffused sunlight, filtering through the partially open drapes, played on her skin. Jason watched Victoria s eye flutter, her arms reaching to trace his jaw line. Good morning, my love. Good morning, handsome. Sometime during the night, the sheets slipped off the bottom of the bed, exposing her naked flesh. Following the angle of his eyes, she smiled. I think we should spend the day in bed. As wonderful as it sounds, we cannot. Why not angel? Today is Tuesday, the club is closed this evening and I can think of nothing I d rather do then spend the day playing with your body, listening to you scream with pleasure as I make you cum. No, not possible. Reaching for her nipple he gently twisted it between his finger and thumb. You doubt I can make you scream with pleasure? There is no doubt at all you can make me scream with pleasure. This does not change things; we cannot stay in bed all day. We need to tell the staff of our marriage and find out what is going on between Greg and Sophia. You think the staff doesn t already know of our marriage? I m sure they have been told darling, but I at least must give them a few minutes after my long absence. Please understand. He was always surprised when she took him so seriously. Victoria, I am teasing. Of course we will see the staff and let them fawn all over you. He kissed the tip of her nose. Now out of bed you lazy woman and come take a shower with me. Extending his hand, he helped her from the bed. Following
behind him, they walked to the bathroom. You know I usually drink several cups of coffee before I bathe. Time for a new routine angel, you re a married woman now and we may need to adjust the morning ritual. Then again we could make sure Yvette has the coffee ready before you wake me next time. Pulling her body close to his, he walked her into the shower. I will be happy to show you a new way to wake up, my love. Reaching for the faucet, he turned the water on and gently pushed her under the showerhead. Taking the soap from the shelf, he lathered his hands and began stroking her skin. That feels wonderful. It gets better. Handing her the bar of soap he waited while she lathered her hands. Their bodies now covered in suds, he massaged her breast as her hands worked his cock. Where are the toys? What toy did you have in mind? Hmm a dong, like the one you used in Nassau. Still in my suitcase darling, we never unpacked. Still rubbing her body with soap, he bent to run his fingers up her inner thigh. Perhaps you have one easier to find? I believe I do. She smiled up into his eyes, turned under the water, and washed away his handiwork. You rinse off, I ll go find it. She stepped from the shower wrapping a towel around her body. Don t start without me. You better hurry then. Needing no further tempting, he made fast work of rinsing off and toweling dry. He found her lying in the middle of the bed, her knees bent, legs spread slightly, and her fingers moving a dong in and out of her pussy. Walking to the foot of the bed, he watched as she worked the dildo deep inside. He loved watching her face as she worked her magic. The intense pleasure in her eyes, the soft sound escaping her lips, the way she held her breath as she pulled her muscles tight. His cock swelled with need. Placing his hands on the bed he edge forward to kiss her ankle, sliding his tongue up her leg to her knee, than nibbling a moment on her lower thigh. She turned on a vibrator and held it to her clit, the dong still firmly pressed deep in her pussy. He watched as she made circular movements over her clit, lifting her ass off the bed slightly. Attaching his lips to her upper thigh he sucked on her skin, a small gasp of pleasure letting him know he hit a sensitive area. He could smell her juice as the vibrator moved in small circles. Increasing the suction on her inner thigh, he felt her lift her hips off the bed, releasing her skin, he moved his hand to the dong. As she held the vibe tight on her clit, he began to pull back on the soft gel penis. Her breath caught as her muscles tried to keep it inside her pussy. He continued to back it out until her muscles no longer pulled then slammed it hard deep inside. She screamed as it hit the back wall of her vagina; the vibrator fell from her hand. Pumping against his hand, holding the dong in place she arched her
back lifting her ass high as the orgasm gripped her body. Moving quickly he held her ass in the air and lowered his mouth to her clit, sucking it into his mouth and she screamed again. Her body shook as he sucked her clit hard. Again, she pumped against his face, his chin preventing the dildo from sliding out as her muscles contracted. Endless moans of pleasure continued to roll from her throat as her orgasm released wave after wave of cum. He released the suction on her clit, removed the dong, and pushed her legs up to her shoulders. Kneeling between her legs, he lifted her ass in the air and drove his cock home. Pumping hard, he thrust deep, slamming over and over until he felt the fluid flow free. Closing his eyes he continued to pump, driving jizzim out of his rod with each thrust. Slowing his movements he allowed her legs to drop flat on the bed as his cock slid from inside. Still on his knees between her legs, he bent his head back, opened his mouth, and exhaled loudly. Carefully dropping on the bed beside her, he pulled her back to his chest. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed the back of her neck. Now wasn't that so much better than coffee? Yes. Rolling off the bed as he flipped her over, he slapped her ass. Okay, time to get dressed and go share our happy news with the staff. Before she could react, he returned to the bathroom to shave. * Still needing coffee, she moved from one cabinet to the next, opening doors and slamming them shut. Where the hell do they keep things around here? Look in the freezer. She had not heard Jason enter the room. Why in hell would the coffee be in the freezer? Victoria, my love, go take a quick shower. By the time you are done, I will have a pot of coffee waiting. Good thing you know about such matters, or we would starve. Did no one ever teach you to cook? I was raised by my grandmamma. She had a great many people who did these things for us. Her idea of teaching me domestic duties, was to train me on the fine art of directing servants to do things right. Well some day when we are not pressed for time, I will instruct you in the proper use of a coffee pot. Smart ass. She paused to brush his cheek with her lips, than went to shower and dress. Make it strong handsome, I have a feeling I m going to need it, she called back before closing the bathroom door. Twenty minutes later, she and Jason walked down the stairs to find Pierre. Noting the lack of activity, they walked into the club, greeted at once by the loud applause of the staff. Everyone who worked at Belle Tori was there. Pierre must have stayed up all night arranging this party. The club was decorated for a wedding reception, including a wedding cake, presents, and the entire staff waiting to wish them the best. Making the rounds, they received kisses, pats on the back, and best wishes from everyone there. People
took turns making toasts in their honor and soon the liquor flowed freely. Victoria felt content to be home, happy with the prospect of a long and happy life with Jason. The party wound down about one o'clock in the morning. After sending the last of the guests on their way, they made their way upstairs, Greg joining them. Jason made more coffee, unwilling to call it a night until he had a chance to speak with his son about his relationship with Sophia. Victoria was tired, yet not tired. She felt the warm glow of love surround her. Taking Greg by the hand, she led him to the living room to get comfortable. Did you enjoy the party? Yes, very much so. You realize you are welcome to stay with us as long as you like? Thank you. She noticed his smile. I am in no hurry to leave. Sophia? Oui. She is delightful, loving, and fun. Victoria watched as Jason carried a tray with coffee and mugs to the table, waiting while he poured some for each of them. Your son seems to have no immediate plans to leave us. Is it not wonderful? I m delighted he is enjoying himself. And now I think he should fill us in on his affair with the fair Sophia. Jason joined her on the couch, pulling her close to his body and draping his arm around her shoulder. There is little to tell, Jason. I find her enchanting. We are exploring our feelings for each other. Exploring is a nice way of putting it. She noticed his voice was slightly sarcastic and poked him in the side. That will be enough from you, angel. I know I ve only been a father for a day, but I think since his mother is not here, I should at least try to give some sage advice. Greg interrupted them, Sir, I am twenty-one, and have been choosing my own women for a long time. She decided to wait and see what direction this conversation took before stepping in again. Greg, it is not my plan to choose your women for you. I simply want to make sure you do not move too quickly. As you did when you met your lovely wife? Nice shot. Victoria could not resist. Jason laughed, I will deal with you in a little while, angel. As for you son, all I ask is you take time to make sure this is what you truly want. Do not rush headlong into something without thinking of your future. If Pierre is to be believed, my future is helping run this club. There are endless possibilities for your future Greg, this club is only one of them.
Again, Victoria could not resist responding. Yes, but this one is the most fun. Both men laughed and shook their heads in agreement. Jason squeezed her hand and planted a kiss on the top of her head. There is plenty of time for him to decide if this life suits him. Trust me father, this life suits me. She saw the joy light his eyes at having his son call him father for the first time. Perhaps we should invite your mother for a visit and see what she thinks of your choice? As if her words were an omen, Greg s cell phone started ringing. Hello. He answered it. Mother, how nice of you to call, we were just discussing the possibility of your coming for a visit. He shrugged his shoulders and gave them a lopsided grin. With sign language, he indicated he would take the call on the balcony, and left the room. See what you did? What I did? she countered. You had to bring up his mother. Excuse me; I believe it was you who brought her into the conversation not two minutes ago. She poked him in the side again for good measure. Before he could respond, Greg came back into the room, a strange look on his face. Is everything all right? Jason asked. She is here. Here? They both questioned at once. Oui, here in Las Vegas at a hotel called Luxor. She wants to talk to you tomorrow and has requested I send a car for her. He directed this statement to Jason. Does she know...? About the club? Yes, apparently Mr. Larson, the family attorney in New York, felt it important to tell her about this place when he discovered I moved out of the hotel. Hell. Watching the way the thought of facing Babbitt Parker affected these two strong men, Victoria jumped in, Your mother sounds wonderful Greg, I cannot wait to meet her. Seeing the exact look of pain cross both faces, she started laughing. If you two could see your faces... She stopped speaking as they exchanged looks and found herself unable to continue through her laughter. Ignoring her completely, Jason spoke to Greg, Perhaps we can meet her at the hotel. Her fit under control, Victoria chimed in, I think we should bring her here. Looking in Greg s direction, she asked, Greg is her husband here as well? My mother is not married. She has come on her own. Is she attached?
Just what are you cooking up in that brain of yours angel? Shh, perhaps she will be perfect for Pierre. You are not serious! Jason s voice rose. She heard Greg cough to get their attention. As much as I would like to stay and watch this argument, I am going to bed. Good night, son. We will discuss this more in the morning. Decide the best way to handle things. Good night. Greg went down the hall to the guest room and closed the door. Tomorrow could be a very interesting day. You will drop this idea of playing match maker, Victoria. I have not seen this woman in twenty-one years. I doubt I will ever forgive her for not telling me about Greg. I will be polite to her, explain my position, and then I want her on the next plane back to France. Do I make myself clear? I am teasing, Jase. We need to make this as easy on Greg as possible. You should at least hear her reasons before you decide if she should be forgiven. I will think about it. Now, my beautiful bride, it is time to get some sleep. I could not agree more, my love. Take me to bed. Holding out her hand to him, she followed Jason to their room and undressed; however, the sun would be washing the early morning sky with diffused light before they slept. CHAPTER TWENTY Life at Belle Tori could return to normal. The staff party for the newlyweds turned out great and he was planning another, larger party for next week. Sophia had mailed invitations to the club s members, inviting them to spend a weekend celebrating the marriage of Victoria and Jason. He would need to let them know the plans sometime today. He also expected Greg to help with the preparations, if he could get him to stop disappearing with Sophia three times a day. Perhaps, with his father back in residence, they would be a little more discreet, unlike last week when twice, one of the cleaning staff found them naked in a guest room. Never knowing when or where the pair might be next, he told Greg to make sure he locked the door from now on. Knowing he had the morning to himself, with the late hours of last night, he picked up the mail from the security room. With everything that happened in the last couple of days, there was a considerable amount to go through. He wanted to get it sorted before the phones started ringing. Climbing the stairs, he took the stack to his office and dropped it on his desk. Pouring a cup of coffee from the carafe on the side table, he sat down and took a few sips. Life is good, Pierre thought to himself, and getting better every day. Setting his cup aside, he started flipping through the mail. Coming to a plain white envelope with no return address, he stared at the neatly typed letters. Below the club s address was the following: Jason Hunter, Open Immediately. Reaching for the letter opener, Pierre figured it was tickets to a show or an invitation to the opening of a casino. He could not understand why they would address it to Jason instead of Victoria.
Pulling the single white sheet of paper from inside, he opened and scanned the letter before dropping it on the desk. Looking down he stared at a neat row of words. Cut from a magazine or newspaper, small squares or rectangles each containing a single word. Pasted in five rows they made up the entire contents of the unsigned letter. Reading a second time he reacted, What the hell! I don t know. Pierre looked up to find Jason leaning in the doorframe. WHAT? Foul mood this morning? Sorry, my mind was on the mail. Far be it for me to keep you from important work. I just stopped by to let you know Babbitt Parker will be arriving today. Pierre heard the words, yet could not respond, his eyes drawn back to the sheet of paper on his desk. DuMonte, did you hear me? Pierre whipped his eyes back up, Oui, come in and close the door. What the hell is the matter with you? Jason, close the door and lock it. He waited until he heard the lock slide home before continuing. There is a letter here you need to see but do not touch the paper. He watched as Jason approached the desk and with a pencil turned the page so he could read it. lane belongs to me Matt discovered this truth when the bullet hit his heart you will discover it too hunter leave Las Vegas or die He watched as Jason read the words, knew the moment he realized the implication of what it said. Holy shit, has anyone else seen this? No. When did it arrive? Sometime in the last two or three days, with everything going on I have not opened the mail since Saturday. It was addressed to you, I thought it was advertising. Do you still have the envelope? Yes. Jason dropped into the chair in front of the desk and stared at the words again. You told me Matt was killed in a random shooting. That is what the investigators concluded.
Apparently they were mistaken You think this is real. You want to take a chance it s not? Fuck no. * Jason was stunned. How could this be? Is it possible Matt died because he married Victoria? Bloody fucking hell. Jason read the letter one more time, unable to fathom how this could be happening. His anger boiled to the surface as he realized Victoria could also be in danger. I want you to call Thomas Green. Have him find three bodyguards and get them here now. Tell him to make sure they are armed and know it involves a death threat. You will have to tell Victoria. We have to tell everyone. I want you to have Sophia call the members and tell them the club will close until further notice. Tell them the toilet is broken or something. I want this estate locked down tight, the security system on twenty-four hours a day. Have Greg call his mother and explain now is not the time for a visit. I will meet her tomorrow evening and explain things to her. I do not think it a good idea for you to leave the estate. I can take care of myself Pierre. I want Victoria and Greg protected. You will take one of the bodyguards with you or I will not allow you to leave. You going to try and stop me DuMonte? Oui, if I must. I don t plan to become a target for a madman Pierre; I ll take protection with me. What else do you want done? Call the police and get them moving on this. Tell Tony to check the grounds and be careful while he is doing it. Find Yvette and have her send the staff home. I want Tony and Yvette out of here within the hour, have someone get them home safe. Tell Sophia she is welcome to remain, I have a feeling my son might complain if I try to make her leave. Tony and Yvette are not going to leave, not after they hear what is going on. They can stay in one of the rooms downstairs if you can t convince them it is best to go. Send them home for some clothes but make sure one of the bodyguards goes with them. Before we get everyone crazy you need to tell Tori. Right. You call Green and the police. I will go find her. Join us in the residence when you re done. Jason stood and walked to the door, throwing the lock he opened it and paused. Turning back into the room, he gave one last order. Pierre. Oui.
Find Sam. The End About the Author: Experience the unexpected as you slip between the sheets of a Michelle Hoppe RomantiX! Michelle Hoppe first discovered a love of writing in a high school creative writing class. Married to her high school sweet heart for thirty years, she has three children. When asked what gave her the courage to write erotica, she smiles softly and says her hubby, who encourages her to write whatever she wants. Several years ago, the family moved to a quiet little town nestled at the bottom of the Olympic rain forest in Washington. With beautiful beaches, stately mountains and an abundance of nature, Washington is an ideal location for Michelle to write her novels and poetry. Michelle invites you to join her at SiN. This unique online community is where you can ask questions, read about her day-to-day life, and find all the hot news on upcoming books. Meet the other authors of Liquid Silver Books and enjoy our community: http://lsbooks.net or visit her website: http://www.michellehoppe.com Sneak Peek Return to Belle Tori Book Three of the Club Belle Tori Trilogy Gunfire ripped through the early morning air. Sam watched as Jack dove, wrapping Victoria in his arms as he took her to the ground. Another shot split the air. Alan, where is Jase? He yelled to the bodyguard somewhere behind him. Got him boss. Alan shouted over the sound of three more shots ringing out in quick succession. One shattered a window of the limo, another hit the trunk, sending hot metal fragments into his chin. He felt warm blood running down his neck. Move! Sam roared, rising enough to clear the trunk of the car, he began returning fire. Get him in the building. He knew Jack and Victoria were safe, shielded by the front of the limo. Glancing in that direction, he saw Jack with his hand on her shoulder keeping her down, his body twisted back as his gun cleared the holster at his chest. He too began shooting. Another shot hit the pavement close to Sam. Jack did you see where it s coming from. Brick building across the street, second floor, third window from the left. Cover me. Moving quickly, Sam opened the back door of the limo and threw his body in. Pulling the sniper rifle from under the seat, he edged his body onto the leather, bringing the nose of the gun to the shattered window. He could hear the distinct sound of Jack s forty-five Glock laying down a spray of bullets. Pressing the rifle against his shoulder and using the scope to sight along the line of windows in the building across the street, Sam looked for the shooter. From the front seat, he could hear the driver on the radio. ...we are pinned down by gunfire...no the driver for Jason Hunter...damn it, we need help...I can t see
the protection team...they are returning fire...took us by surprise...fuck yes send a medic, send an army for Christ sake. He closed his mind to the sound of the voice close by. Taking a deep breath, he held it, as he continued to sight along the barrel of the rifle. Counting from the left, he moved slowly until he lined his sight on the third window. The flash of another shot confirmed the shooter was still there. Waiting, holding his breath, his finger firmly pressed on the trigger he watched. When the shooter moved to fire another round, Sam took aim and squeezed the trigger. Through the scope, he saw the rifle fall from the gunman s hand; his body held as if pinned to an invisible wall, before he slowly fell backwards, a bullet between his eyes. Removing his finger from the trigger, letting out the long held breath, Sam lowered the rifle to the floor. Saying a silent prayer, he pushed himself up and out of the limo. His feet hit the ground as an anguished cry tore though the air. Nooo... He heard the sound of sirens screaming down the street. Clearing the open door of the limo, his eyes drawn to the body lying on the ground, covered in blood... Meet LSB authors at http://lsbooks.net We invite you to visit Liquid Silver Books http://lsbooks.com for other exciting literary erotica romances. Weekend Games--Chris Tanglen Destiny's Magick--Rae Morgan Love Lessons--Vanessa Hart Portal--Sydney Morgann Bittersweet--Louisa Trent Business or Pleasure...or Both?--Rae Morgan and Jasmine Haynes And many, many more!!
