D.E.E.P Choices: Volumes 1 - 3 (Soulmate Love)

by Dulin, Vernistene

  “Thank you again for your shoulder and ear,” she says as she offers me her hand, “I must be going. I have a long drive and a lot of things to go through.”

  I take her hand and there is the same surge as earlier.

  “Where is your parents’ home?”

  “In Bridgeport,” she answers as she sighs deeply.

  “I just bought a house there, how long do you plan on staying?”

  “Till the weekend,” she replies softly.

  “I have a suggestion. Why don’t you ride out with me? I can help you or send my housekeepers. They’ll be at my new place.”

  I see Nigel come out of the building.

  “Em you still here? Hello Deep I see you’ve met my niece.”

  “Yes I have. I was offering her a ride out to Bridgeport. Her family home is near the little cottage I just bought on the water.”

  “Deep, first off the house you purchased is not a little cottage,” Nigel says with a laugh, “anything but, and second, Em that would be a good idea for you to ride with him. They still haven’t found the person or persons responsible. I know you would be safe with Deep.”

  “I may not stay the entire time,” she softly replies, “I don’t want to sleep there. I was going to stay at a hotel.”

  She sounds very nervous and really scared.

  “Your Dad’s cars are there,” Nigel says, “So is your mother and Grandfather’s.”

  “No, no. I can’t do that. I can’t drive their cars,” she replies very quickly. “James and Nancy were killed in the garage. I don’t, I mean I can’t, No. I’ll drive my own car so I can come and go as necessary. Thank you for your offer.”

  She stands and gives Nigel a quick hug and rushes to her car.

  “She’s so hurt and scared,” Nigel murmurs as we watch her get in the car, “She just graduated from college with a master’s in engineering. But her favorite thing to do is make the most beautiful jewelry you’ve ever seen. They’re all one of kind pieces. My wife has a necklace and bracelet she made. She’s awesome at it. Her dad was my best friend but he didn’t understand that she only wanted to do that. He made her go to college and she chose engineering and was at the top of her class. When they died she had seven interviews and they all wanted her. She walked away. Said she needed time.”

  “She’s a very beautiful woman,” I say absently knowing what I need to do.

  “Yes she is. Inside and out. Her mother was Brazilian and her father Irish. She has a heart of gold. I worry about her.”

  “I’ll take care of her,” I say as she drives off, “I’ll take the case and not for money. I’m doing it for her. Get me all the files you can from the police. My team and I will get started. I have to keep her safe.”

  “Thank you Deep. This means the world to me.”

  “Me too.”

  I go to my office and the case files are delivered. I pass them out to my team. I tell them I know she’s the one. There is no fee coming for this case and if anyone wants to pass I understand. They look at me as if I grew horns, shake their heads and get started. I knew they’d all be in but I had to ask. I hit the highway to Bridgeport. Gotta make sure she’s safe.

  Arriving in Bridgeport late, Jim and I drive by her family home. All’s quiet. We go to the hotel. She’s checked in and from what I can tell she’s already asleep. We go on to my new property. I decide then and there not to do anything to it till she sees it and we decide if we’ll keep it. I’m making plans with a woman I don’t even know. I get a drink and crash.

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  “Who the hell is calling this early in the fucking morning?” I mutter as I roll over and look at the clock. “Five fucking thirty? Are you shitting me?”

  I grab my cell.

  “Yeah, Deep,” I grumble into the phone.

  “Deep this is Nigel. I haven’t been able to contact Emily since she left here yesterday. I called and talk to her about the hotel right after she left but nothing since. I’ve called her cell, the room and the house. No answer anywhere. The hotel hasn’t seen her since she checked in last night.”

  I am immediately alert.

  “I’m on it Nigel. I’ll call when I find her.”

  I jump in the shower, dress and head to the hotel as quick as possible. When I get there the desk clerk said he saw her leave about twenty minutes prior. I call back to my house and give my staff instructions. I head toward her family home. I meet up with my staff. Jim gets in the driver’s seat and I get in back. He shakes his head. I jumped in the SUV and took off without him. Not thinking.

  We pull up to her family home. She’s sitting in the car. As I get out and walk to the driver’s side I see she’s crying.

  “Good morning,” I say quietly, “I thought you may need some help. Your Uncle called. He was worried about you because you didn’t answer your cell or room phone. He called the hotel desk and they said you left the Inn over an hour ago so he called the house phone and you didn’t answer. He called me and I came to find you and help if you allow me.”

  “Thank you,” she replies softly, “I would appreciate it. I didn’t want to go in alone. I didn’t know it would hit me so hard. It’s been over two months. I haven’t been in the house since before they died. Uncle Nigel has but I just couldn’t.”

  “You’ve been crying,” I say softly as my heart squeezes in my chest, “I got you.”

  I open her car door and help her out. Instantly there’s that jolt again. I hesitate and look into her eyes. I don’t understand how I could want someone I just met so badly. Someone I don’t really know. She’s the food my soul needs to survive.

  “I would like you to meet Angela, Mary, Brenda, and Catherine. They’re here to help you along with Lou and Deacon, who will be here soon.”

  “Hello,” she whispers with a small smile that causes my heart to flip, “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome miss,” Catherine says, “Whatever you need we’ll handle.”

  I automatically touch her lower back as we walk to the front door. Her hand starts to tremble as she tries to put the key in the lock. I slide it from her hand and turn the lock, opening the door.

  As we step through the door she pauses and tears begin to run down her face again. She turns and looks up at me. There is a very lost, vulnerable look in her eyes. It hurts my heart. I pull her into my arms. She lets go. It comes from deep within. I lead her to the settee in the foyer and pull her into my lap as she cries it out. It seems so right. I have this overwhelming need to care for and protect her with everything.

  She looks at me so lost. I have to kiss her. I lean in kissing her gently. Her eyes close as she whispers my name and the kiss intensifies. She slides her arms around my neck and sighs. When she does this I slide my tongue into her mouth and slowly stroke hers. She tastes so good, like mint. I slowly draw back hating to break the connection but I know I must.

  “Better?” I whisper.

  She nods. There’s this puzzled look on her beautiful face.

  “Are you ready to get started?”

  “Yes,” she says so softly if we weren’t close I might not have heard her, “I’m ready.”

  We go to the kitchen and she thanks the ladies again as she shows them what she wants. I watch her. She is stunning. Those long fabulous tanned legs in those little white shorts. I get lost in my thoughts.

  “You can make coffee if you like,” I hear her tell the women and I snap out of it.

  We move to the living room and she does the same thing. She shows what she wants to keep.

  Someone’s knocking. It’s Deacon and Lou. They bought a complete packing crew. But better yet they can canvas the house before we pull it apart. She looks at me and I shrug. She shakes her head as she moves from room to room giving instructions. I tell everyone to bring all papers they find to her. My phone rings and I step away to answer it.

  “Deep,” I mutter into the phone.

  “Deep this is Nigel, did
you find her?”

  “Yeah we’re at the house. I was waiting to call when I was alone.”

  “How’s she doing?”

  “She’s trying to hold it together but it’s wearing on her. I’ll be getting her out of here soon.”

  Suddenly I hear screaming.

  “Who’s that?!” Nigel asks, “What’s going on?!”

  I’m already moving upstairs.

  “I don’t know gotta call you back.” I hang up and get to her.

  She’s on her knees in a doorway. There’s blood everywhere in the bedroom. It still looks like someone was slaughtered here. No one had it cleaned up. Everyone has run to the room. The women gasp and turn away. I send them back downstairs. I look at Lou and Deacon over her head. I lift her up and carry her to my SUV. I gently talk to her as I put her in the vehicle.

  “You are done for today. I’ll get a cleaning crew to take care of everything. My people have an idea of what you want and they’ll do it. All personal items will be packed and bought to you to go through. If they aren’t sure they will still bring it to you anyway. Everything else will be taken to the warehouse for the estate sale.”

  “Why are you helping me?” she quietly ask looking me straight in the eye for the truth, “Who are you? I mean I know your name and my Uncle trust you but nothing else.”

  “I’m the man you will marry.”

  “Huh? What did you say?”

  I continue to look her in the eye.

  “I am the man you will marry. I find myself in a predicament here. From the first time I saw you sitting on the bench crying my heart was filled. When I looked into your beautiful face I knew. I’m not crazy or a stalker. I will give you time to know me. I didn’t want to do this now. I wanted you to be able to breathe. I own Pattinson’s World Enterprise. My main residence is in Baltimore.”

  She stares at me trying to process what I’ve just said.

  “I own the office building your Uncle’s office is in. He was a friend of my father's too. My offices are on the top three floors of that building.”

  “Why did you say you’re the man I’m going to marry? Was it to shock me into not crying anymore?”

  “No because it’s the truth.” I want to always be honest with her. If she asks me a question I will always answer it with truth.

  “I have to go,” she quietly says, “Thank you for all your help but I need to go.”

  She slides to the other side of the SUV and gets out. I let her go. Jim follows her to make sure she’s okay and headed back to the hotel. I walk back inside and talk to Lou and Deacon.

  “I don’t think this was a home invasion,” Lou says as we stand in the family room, “I mean they didn’t take anything of value that we can see from the reports. All her mother’s jewelry and hers was still here. The safe was open but there was fifty thousand dollars in cash left. There was valuable art and electronics but none missing. The grandfather and her brother were asleep when they were killed. From the coroner’s report they were killed first. Both shot. The parents’ throats were slit. The brother and grandfather posed no threat. The driver and his wife were just getting back from dinner and a movie. Not sure if they walked in at the wrong time or if they were waiting for them. They were killed as they stepped out of the car. Their throats were slit too. Nothing taken off them but the car was gone through.”

  “No that doesn’t sound like the typical home invasion,” I reply, “Do you think she could be in danger?”

  “Not sure yet,” Deacon replies, “Don’t know if they got what they were looking for.”

  “Stay on it,” I mutter, “Let’s look around some more. Then I need to get to her.”

  “She’s the one,” Lou says with a smile, “I can see it all over you and her.”

  “Me too,” Deacon puts in.

  “Yeah she is. She’s already in my heart and soul.”

  We stay at the house till around six thirty. I head to the hotel. I need to see her. I get to her door and it’s not locked. Slightly ajar. I immediately go on alert and pull my gun as I ease in the suite, slowly working my way through it. I don’t hear her. I enter the bedroom she’s not there. Suddenly I hear my name. I ease to the bathroom door and stop dead in my tracks. Pure Beauty. She’s in the tub. Candles lit, eyes closed touching everything I want to touch. She mutters my name again.

  “Yeah baby,” I whisper huskily.

  She slowly opens her eyes. They’re heavy with desire. She looks at me and smiles. “I was hoping you were here,” she whispers, “I need you.”

  “Me too.”

  “Wanna join me?”

  “Baby you sure?” I ask quietly as she slides her hands down to where my hands want to go.

  “Yes, I need you, please?” she whispers breathlessly, “Please make love to me.”

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Thanking God he heard me. I step to the side and strip. I walk back to the tub and slide my hands down her body and under, lifting her from the tub. I take her to the bed. She slides her arms around my neck and her beautiful, full breasts are pressed against my bare chest. I lay her down and she smiles sexily.

  I slowly trail kisses down her neck to her breast. She moans deeply. I slide one breast into my mouth. She gasps and arches her back lifting those lush breasts up for easier access. I slide my mouth to the other breast as my hands slide all over her body. I slowly slide one hand down to her vagina and gently glide it over her clit. She arches off the bed even higher.

  “Please, now,” she throatily whispers.

  “Baby, slow down. I want you to enjoy every second and you will. You are so fucking beautiful.”

  I kiss and lick my way to her mound. I slide my hands along her soft silky thighs and gently pull her legs apart. I blow on her clit and my tongue gently strokes and flicks her nub, slowly sucking it into my mouth. She trembles. I suck and swirl my tongue around her nub before slowly sliding it deep into her. I feel her convulse. I slowly swirl and stroke inside her vagina with my tongue. Damn she tastes good. She is soaking wet for me. She slowly grinds down on my mouth. I got myself a dirty girl. I love it. I wrap my hands around each of her thighs opening her legs wider as I pull her closer to me and suck deeper. I let my tongue start an onslaught. Sliding in and out, stroking inside her vagina. I nip at her nub and suck it hard. I feel her tighten up and arch her back high off the bed again as I suck and lick. I feel her shudder and then she screams my name. I continue to suck deep. Taking all she has to give. As she starts to come down I slowly kiss my way back to her breast, letting my fingertips glide up her sexy body. I nuzzle and suck each very sensitive breast. I know this because she trembles when I suck one into my mouth. I get to her mouth and I kiss her deeply. Sharing her unique flavor with her. She runs her fingers through my hair and down my back pulling me close as she kisses my neck and chest, running her tongue across my throat. She slowly strokes my lips with her tongue. I open and suck her tongue inside devouring her mouth. I hold her close. I then ease back and rise above her. She opens her eyes and look into mine.

  “I trust you,” she whispers, “take all you need of me. I belong to you.”

  I can’t believe what she just said. She’s giving me all of her. I close my eyes to the overwhelming feelings. I open them and my eyes darken even more with passion and desire for this woman who belongs to me.

  “I need you to take me now. My body is on fire.”

  I rise above her and start to slide in slowly. She is so tight and fits me so well. I lose my head and plunge in. I feel her maiden head break and she screams.

  “Damn! Fuck me! She’s a virgin. What the hell? Pull it together Deep.” I mutter all this in my head.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “No, I’m okay. Please don’t stop.” she whispers breathlessly and wiggles.

  “Please baby, be still.”

  “No,” she whispers, “take me, make me yours.”

  She wiggles again. I start a slow steady stroke. I’m trying to control
my need for her and be as gentle as possible. I lean down and kiss her beautiful mouth. She’s letting me take all I want from her mouth and body. I can’t hold back any longer. My strokes get faster. I feel her losing what little control she has. She meets me stroke for stroke. We are one. Her vagina tightens around my dick as I feel that tight pull from deep inside and everything gets blurry. My strokes are pounding into her and she explodes. Tears are running from her eyes. I can’t stop. I take one final deep stroke and without thinking I sink my teeth into her shoulder and she bucks and we both lose it. We are over the edge. When we come down she smiles up at me.

  “Thank you for that,” she whispers, “I already love you.” Then she dozes off. I am left with extreme satisfaction, a little shock and a bit of anger.

  “Why didn’t she tell me she was a virgin? Why didn’t I think? I didn’t use a condom. I let my need for her overrule my damned head. Fucking fuck me!!”

  I pull her into my arms and cover us with the comforter. I have to think about all this. I look down at her snuggling close and I know she’s my heart. I drift off to sleep with her in my arms.

  I wake around six to the alarm going off on my phone. I look down at my baby and smile. We’ll have a lot to talk about when she wakes. I slide from the bed and go to the bathroom. I take my phone and walk into the sitting area. I have a missed call from Deacon. I call him back.

  “Deacon,” he says on the first ring.

  “Yeah I missed your call. Was busy. What you got?”

  “Need you to come to the house now. We’re still here.”

  “On my way.”

  I ease back in the bedroom and get my clothes. I kiss her softly on the hair and go back in the sitting room and dress. I ease out the door making sure it’s locked and head out to the house. When I return we’ll talk. I won’t lose her.

  I’m at the house longer than I thought I would be. The guys have uncovered some interesting things. I stop by my house and change clothes. When I get to the hotel she’s gone. She’s checked out. I call Nigel. Not a word. He said she had plans to go to Ireland. I call the airport her plane left two hours ago. I call and get my plane ready. I have to find her.