by Anna Collins
Chapter 32
When she closed the door, I took out the encryption key and went directly to the computer to open it up. I had turned it in such a way the blanket was covering the encryption key pushed into the USB Port. I took into consideration there might be a camera or some kind of listening device in the room. I didn’t know why, but I was sure he was keeping me under surveillance. I kept looking at the painting of the tiger playing with its cubs on the wall, and I wondered which eye was the one he had used to watch my every move.
I found a folder marked evidence. It was kind of strange seeing something staring me in the face and knowing he did nothing more to hide his avenues of investigation than the encryption key. I read the whole thing, taking my time to read over passages which had me looking for some other explanation. His family name was in question when he was a teenager. He ran over a man with a walking stick. I took one look at the last name, and everything began to make more sense.
“I knew you were keeping something from me. I didn’t want to believe you had any way of knowing what I was up to. I’m going to have to ask you to give me the computer. The expression of hatred on your face says it all,” Leslie said as she waited for me to become impatient enough to go directly to the computer with my discovery.
“It was your father who was run down by an overzealous teenager coming back from a frat party. The incident was covered up. Spencer had a father who didn’t look kindly on getting any kind of black eye. It was an accident, but he should have been made responsible for his actions. You’ve been waiting and according to these records you have dedicated your life to ruining him and the name he holds like a security blanket,” I said as I noticed out of the corner of my eye one of the cub’s eyes seemed to come alive with more than animation.
“This was what I was avoiding you silly girl. I was the one who poisoned him and arranged to care for him, but this wasn’t enough. Even in his condition, he still didn’t allow me the access I was looking for. I was going to take him for everything he had. Show him his money was no longer his and then I would kill him slowly leaving him to live in poverty for the rest of his life. I had visions of killing him with my own bare hands, but I saw a better way,” she said as she took out a gun.
“I wish I could say I could forget about this, but I can’t. I could lie, but you would be able to see through it. I don’t want anything to do with my father’s money, but I won’t let you get away with this. You’re just going to have to kill me, and I don’t see that being a problem for somebody who has gone to these lengths. I get this impression the poison didn’t do what you said it did,” I said hoping that using the time to keep her busy would allow for some miracle to happen.
“The poison doesn’t kill, but it does leave you feeling like you are on death’s door. The procedure you went through was just an inoculation for the cure. I was the one who put him in the coma. He was getting too close to the truth. I see that whatever investigation he had going yielded results. I had him under surveillance. It didn’t take much to turn his soldiers against him. They didn’t like him anyway. I waved a sizable retainer in front of their face,” Leslie said as I had noticed the guard behind her was no longer there.
“I would say we can talk this over, but I think we have gone beyond that,” I said as she leveled the gun. I stayed still staring down the barrel, waiting for the cold injection of that hard piece of lead to enter my body.
I heard the gun go off.
I didn’t feel any different. I thought the pain would be so severe I would drop like a house of cards. The gun was still in her hand, but there was no smoking barrel to indicate the bullet had come from the chamber. She began to cough, and spittle of blood began to drip from her lips. She finally stumbled forward with her hand letting go of the gun.
She fell into my arms, looking up at me with confusion before her eyes glazed over with no visible light to indicate her soul was intact. I looked beyond her and standing at the door there was Tristan with this cold hard stare that made me feel like I had lost a piece of him because of this.
I don’t know how I did it, but I gently put her on the bed where the blood was soaking through the sheets. I took a step back, and I couldn’t believe how fragile a human life really was. It seemed so pointless and yet the obvious alternative was me in the same position. Tristan had done what he needed to protect my life, and we were both going to have to carry this with us.
“I was watching from behind the wall and found a way to come out of the room beside this one. I took the two guards by surprise. I acted without thinking. I didn’t want to kill her, but she left me very little choice. I just hope you don’t think of me as some sort of deranged freak. We don’t have time to get into this. They’re going to hear the bullet, and they will come looking for an answer. We can’t be here when that happens. She was holding the purse strings, and without her, they will be left penniless without the sizable fortune to give them the retirement they so rightfully deserve. We need to get to your father. I will put him on my back and carry him down to the dock where we can disembark immediately. I’m sorry you had to get into the middle of this,” he said.
“It was my father’s sin and a terrible crime that was committed when he was too young. I don’t think he knew what he did. His father kept him in the dark shifting the blame to a deer which had stepped in front of the car. That was the official report. Everybody believed it except for his daughter who was convinced when she was only 18 there was more to that story. She went digging, and she found out all the pieces fell into place,” I said as we ran down to the elevator and then found my father.
Tristan lifted him easily onto his shoulder, and before we left, I downloaded everything she had on her WorkStation to a sizable flash drive. It wasn’t long before we were racing against time down to the dock where the boat was hidden away from prying eyes.
I could see that having my father on his back was keeping him from moving with the kind of efficiency he probably would have had without him. We got on the boat, and I put the engine on at the lowest setting to prevent anybody from knowing what we were doing.
Tristan had taken over the controls. I went and used the onboard computer to find that the cure for his coma was a combination of drugs. It would quickly bring him back to the land of the living. I didn’t have it on me, but sleep wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to my father at a time like this. He was in no danger, and her notes were pretty damn explicit on how this coma was induced in the first place. She claimed his touch repulsed her and she only got close enough to figure out a way to take what was his. Ruining him was the answer. Death was too easy when she wanted him to suffer like a thousand little needles pricking his skin. Losing his money was the perfect way of executing that revenge. She wanted the kind of luxury she had learned was right in her grip.
I came up to see how Tristan was doing. He was looking out at the horizon. The boat was equipped with GPS and lights. We were far enough away from shore. He put down the accelerator and let this thing fly over the glassy surface of the ocean.
I touched him, and he cringed. I had a feeling he was not feeling in a loving kind of mood. “You did what you had to, and there’s no way you could have done something else. You acted, and I don’t look at you any differently. You saved my life, one more second and that corpse would have been mine. We’re far enough away we can drift with the anchor keeping us in place. They won’t be able to find us. Let me take you by the hand and bring you a bit of comfort. Let me do at least that. You deserve so much more,” I said as he looked at me with a vacant stare that had me feeling for him deeply enough I wanted to take his pain away.
“I did do what I needed to do. I had to kill her, and I didn’t have the kind of time I needed to immobilize her. This is not my first kill, but it never gets easier. It’s just another one of those haunted souls who are going to keep me awake at night,” Tristan said as he backed me up to the stateroom with a huge king size bed which looked like it was ready for more tha
n just sleep.
“I can’t say you’ll forget about this, but time has a way of healing all wounds,” I said as I unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off of him, raining kisses on his chest. I made my way down until I was on my knees at his crotch.
“I am a very lucky man to have you in my life, Willa. I have no love lost for Leslie or your father. I’m glad you are getting a chance to get to know him, but I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing. I just hope you won’t allow him to corrupt you. Innocence is something I want you to hold onto for the rest of your life. It gives me hope and allows me to live vicariously through those naive and beautiful eyes,” he said as I made him a promise with more than just words.
He pulled the leather belt from his waist, snapping it heavily like he was going to use it as some sort of corporal punishment.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about my father, but I do know what I’m going to do right now. I need to be reminded you are more than someone who can kill with a gun. I need to be reminded you are a man,” I said as I got comfortable and was about to show him there was no reason for him to feel alone.
He shouldn’t be drowning on his own when I was right there to throw him a life preserver. It came in the form of my mouth, consuming his length and letting it slip easily in and out of my lips. My tongue circled around him, held him close and worked wonders on his state of mind.
“I’m just….glad you are here with…me. I don’t have to go through this alone. I want to be strong, but certain things in my life leave me pondering the injustice of it all,” Tristan said as I worked my fingers along his balls, tickling and squeezing them to give him that perfect incentive to let it explode.
This wasn’t a mad dash to the finish line. This was a slow and prolonged effect which had him wrapping his fingers in my hair, showing his excitement with the way his cock was rigid and standing at full mast. I looked up into his eyes with my mouth currently occupied, and I could tell his troubled mind was no longer thinking about death. It was on the beauty of two people coming together in the form of love and undying devotion for one another.
I was running out of time, and I wanted it all. He was walking on that tightrope, a wire so thin that one wrong step and he would be tumbling into the beautiful abyss of euphoria. Just like fire, it was burning with an intensity which had him working his hips in the wonderful motion that had me waiting for the inevitable. Nobody could be just like me, and I was unique in my own way.
I was playing a game, going my own way and I could do it better than anybody else. He didn’t have to worry, and I was going to be with him until the end of time. The only thing that could separate us was death, and I didn’t even know this for certain. I had the feeling I would seek him out in the next life, and I would find him in whatever form he was.
“I am… choking on the very words, but I have to tell you before it’s too late. You are my safety net, and you give me a reason to question everything I do. I want you to know if there was any other way I would have done it… I would have…have done it for… YOUUUUUUUUU,” I watched the madness in his eyes as he fought the good fight and lost. He gave me a forceful injection which had taken me off my guard.
I siphoned the very essence of his life force out of his body. I left him vacant and empty. He was a shell, and I could build him back up with words of encouragement and incentives.
“I hope I gave you a flicker of the way I feel for you. It doesn’t even come close, and I plan to show you each and every day from this moment on. There is no time like the present. I know it’s not through the stomach that gets the man. It’s the feeling they get looking into a woman’s eyes, and I hope I give you that,” I said as he lifted me and had me slipping my legs around his waist. He pushed me down onto the mattress with the motion of the ocean doing some of the work. It was a good thing I wasn’t prone to being seasick.
He released me from my clothes, tossing them one item at a time until he left me as exposed as he was. He kicked loose from the confines of his clothing, and we were skin to skin as we were supposed to be.
“I don’t know if I can promise you a future of happiness and kids. I don’t even know if I want kids. I’ve seen too much in this world to want to bring children into it. It’s also possible I could be convinced. I will do everything I can to protect them, but there’s only so much I can do in the run of the day,” he said as he ran the length of his tongue slowly down the side of my neck, before sucking on it, keeping me aware of my own sexual well-being.
“My world is on fire, and that blaze has given me an insight into why love is so important to have in somebody’s life. It feeds the soul and nourishes the body. It keeps you from thinking about the harsh reality of what lies outside the doors,” I said
“I have to do this. It’s painful to think you have this kind of hold on me. You pulled back the curtain of the man I am. I have a lot of work to do. There’s no point in denying the way I feel for you. I don’t think I have ever been able to hide from you. I’ve never been able to get you out of my mind,” he finished that statement with a deep and abiding kiss down below the southern hemisphere.
He had me lifting to accept the invasion of that oral digit. He was completely out of his depth, but he showed the kind of enthusiasm which kept my legs wrapped around his head with my ankles cinched in place.
He jammed his tongue in deep, slithering into those wet and silky walls. He darted back and forth repeatedly, claiming a part of my body I didn’t think any man could have. I was biting my tongue, trying to keep my eyes open, but it was hard when the onrush of that intense feeling was coming over me. I clambered for something to hold onto, and it was his head that got me hanging on for dear life.
Yes… YES…YES…don’t ever think you’re not enough for… MEEEEEE,” I screamed, letting out the pent up feelings I had for him in a constructive way that had him dining on the delight of my orgasm.
I lay there completely shattered and then his face was there when I opened up my eyes. I felt the presence of his manhood, and I eagerly accepted him with my hands wrapped around the base. He slipped through my fingers into the ring of fire. It fit me like a glove, and I could tell from his face he was more than convinced I was the one who was going to change everything for him.
“You never cease to amaze me, Willa. I thought you would be a basket case, but you have managed to keep your wits about yourself. It doesn’t hurt you have a body that just doesn’t know when to give up. This feeling of being deep inside you is not easy for me. I just hope the going off that one time will help me show you the kind of stamina you deserve,” Tristan said as his body got into a bit of an awkward rhythm which had our bodies slapping together.
“You have nothing to worry about. I will be the one to decide when you’re relieved of this burden. Don’t get me wrong, I want it, but you need to know that behind every man there’s a good woman. Tonight is going to be a very good night. I have a feeling there are going to be many of the same in our future. Breathe through it and let me do the work,” I said as I reached out to where I could squeeze off his demand for my body.
There was a time for a more hectic approach, but this one was for the benefit of the both of us. We needed to slow things down and let the world come to a complete standstill. I had the semblance of mind to flip him onto his back and then turn so my position was with his arms around my waist while his fingers pinched my nipples to strengthen my resolve.
“I don’t know why you even give me the time of day. I can’t… I can’t push you away anymore. I was a damn fool, and I won’t be responsible for my own heartbreak again,” his knob was feeling the sizzling effects of my body with a vise-like grip. There was no point trying to fight it.
His hand came in contact with my clit, his fingers playing with it and trying his best to speed things up. It was a good ploy, but I was able to force his fingers away with whatever strength I had left. I was falling quickly, and then I was on my hands and knees with his sweaty soaked body over on
top of me while his lips made my skin tingle
He took off the kid gloves, slapping my ass and heating the desire. He grunted each time he drove the entire thing into me. I couldn’t believe I had found a man who was going to make me feel as if I deserved of this kind of happiness. The hiss in my ear was followed by a growl of appreciation which was a good sign for things to come.
My body was shaking, and that pulsing member delivering the healthy dose of cream was only making me quiver to the touch of his fingers running down along the small of my back. He fell forward on top of me, out of breath, but he still had one final statement to make.
“I know this is not the best time, but I want you to marry me,” he said while looking at me for the answer he wanted to hear in the throes of passion.
I heartily agreed to his proposal, and I managed to release my father from the dungeon of his own mind. He stuck around long enough for the quick wedding, even though it was awkward with my stepfather standing beside Spencer. They didn’t actually interact, and my biological father was soon called away on business, but he promised he would be back in time for the christening. I wouldn’t call it a shotgun wedding, but I was pregnant for three months before we even tied the knot. Tristan had a lot to make up for, but I was going to do everything I could to give him a home and the love of a good woman to come home to.
