He wouldn’t pass up a chance to lick Delilah’s milk bowl clean if she wanted him to.
She quickly dialed Monty’s number.
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Delilah Deauville’s private suite on the top floor of the San Jose hotel resembles an ancient Roman house, complete with a center huge skylight that opens to the sky.
Celica watched as Delilah swam in a miniature kidney shaped pool. Miniature wasn’t the correct word for the pool’s description, Celica thought. A few people could swim easily in it.
Delilah loved to live rich. The furniture layout of the room showed her desire for the extravagant. With its stunning gold ornate leaf design, magnificent Roman seating area complete with scatter cushions and a canopy secluded area known as a “lover’s playpen” that was covered in flowing loose silk drapes. It was a lush paradise oasis for lovers.
Delilah studied Celica as she took it all in.
Celica spotted a cream colored, gorgeous, roman style lounge chaise complete with a carved marble base. The chair reminded her of a chair from her childhood. There had been one similar to it in Delilah’s room when she was a girl. It was so similar she felt the need to sit in it.
From her seat Celica watched as Delilah enjoyed herself swimming about. She swam to the end of the pool and then stepped out, unashamed of her nakedness. She stepped over into the hot tub that lay at the end of the pool.
“What are you looking at?” Delilah asked then followed her gaze. “Oh I see, you’ve remembered that chair. Or the one I had like it in my room.”
Delilah had been born with the good looks in the family. The Hollywood glamorous kind that men fought over in the movies. She leaned against the side of the hot tub with her perfectly shaped full breasts exposed above the water.
Celica sat in silence and watched her as her thoughts preyed upon her. Her mind wondered back to a time long ago.
Celica thought she looked like the perfect statue of Venus de Milo with her perfect good looks outside and her cold as stone inside.
The two were more than ten years apart.
Delilah stole another glance at Celica. Her heart softened with the thought of her memories. She remembered when Celica had been born. She knew Celica was wondering where she fit in. Why the two of them had no resemblance. “Celica, when you look like that it makes me regret not trying to be close to you. Not trying to be a big sister.”
“I never asked you to be my big sister.”
Delilah felt the need to talk. It was rare that the mood hit her as she said. “Haven’t you ever wondered why I don’t resemble you?”
“Sometimes?”
Talking to Celica was like talking to a brick wall, Delilah thought. “You were always a quiet strange child Celica,” she leaned back and studied her. “I used to think you had some kind of problem with memory issues or some kind of suppression syndrome,” Delilah softly said. “Sometimes, I couldn’t believe how calm you remained. Especially after that first time you caught that sick twisted father of yours in bed having sex with me. You were four years old and you ran out of the room and told your mommy. She whacked you on the bottom and told you to stay out of my room when your father was having a discussion with me. A discussion,” she laughed out. “That’s what she used to call his sexual romps with me.”
Enraged, Celica turned and stared at her. “He was your father……I mean your step-father. Mother told me so when I asked her as I got older.”
Anger flashed in Delilah’s eyes. “He wasn’t my father and he wasn’t my step father,” she said, her voice laced with anger. “And you still don’t get the major problem here. Your mother didn’t stop him from coming to my room.”
“Mother said you two had a lot to discuss. That was why father always went to your room. She said he was laying the ground work telling you about all the property you would be inheriting. That was why you were left all that money and property when he died.”
“Oh really. That controlling strict bitch of a mother had an answer for that too. What a liar she was.”
“Our mother was a self-sacrificing woman.”
“She was a lying bitch of a hypocrite and she wasn’t our mother. She was your mother,” Delilah hissed. “I told you many times before not to believe a word she said,” she looked at her strangely.
The two of them exchanged glances.
Delilah stared at her a moment longer and realized the only way she could wake Celica up from her fog was to tell her the truth.
Up until that moment, Delilah had kept it all hidden. The way she had felt frightened, helpless, demoralized and scared. Not when she first learned that her own drug addicted mother had sold her into slavery with the promise of a better life. But when she’d learned the hard way that she had been brought into that beautiful home to take care of the needs of the man she was to call her father after he’d crawled into her bed one night. Soon after, she was told first hand by the woman she called mother, Pandora Deauville. That it was what was expected of her.
Delilah remembered sitting on the brand new pink and white four poster canopied bed when Pandora opened her bedroom door and entered. She promised her anything she wanted if she would be good to him for her. She hated the woman they called mother.
She laughed out remembering. “Celica you’re afraid to learn the truth.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t you know your mother knew he was sleeping with me?”
The shock of it made Celica’s mouth drop open. She stared back into Delilah’s eyes. She knew it was true. Flash backs of memories pressed upon her mind. She remembered what her mother had said just before she died. Tell Delilah I’m sorry for what I let her father and me do to her. Ask her to please forgive me….
Delilah realized Celica was thinking over everything she had said. She could tell she knew she was telling the truth.
Everything was still and quiet.
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A short time later, Delilah’s voice broke the ice as if nothing had happened. “When is Monty coming?” she asked.
At that precise moment there was a knock on the door.
“That must be him. I’ll get it,” Celica said, leisurely shaking her head and waking up out of her thoughts. She walked briskly toward the door.
Her thoughts raced. It would give her a chance to make sure her plan was in order. She picked up one of the bottles of champagne she had brought with her, and grabbed three glasses before opening the door.
Monty was surprised to see her. “Hello Celica. I see you got the champagne ready.
Celica looked at his face. She quickly made sure Monty wouldn’t have a chance to tell her she was dismissed. She let her voice fill the air. “Delilah, Monty is here.”
Delilah giggled loudly. “Hi Monty, she yelled. “Come on back.”
Celica motioned her hand for Monty to follow her. “Delilah is in the hot tub now. She’s waiting for you. And she’s naked,” she hoarsely said.
The expression on Monty’s face was one of wide happy glee as he ignored Celica and headed further into the suite.
She quickly followed behind him. She walked over and sat down the glasses, opened the bottle and poured their drinks.
When Delilah saw Monty, the first thing she did was stand up in the hot tub. She knew she looked good. Her body was firm and toned in all the right places men loved. Her body was made for giving men pleasure. “Monty you’re here,” she said motioning him to come closer.
Monty stood in front of her and loosened his shirt collar. He was thoroughly enjoying the view of the naked woman standing in front of him.
“Celica, bring over those drinks,” Delilah called trustingly.
Realization dawned on Monty as he stared back at Celica’s backside, as she poured their drinks.
“Celica, you can leave after you bring us our drinks,” he said.
“No. I want her to stay,” Delilah said abruptly.
Celica did as she was told and handed them their drink
s.
Startled by Delilah’s directness Monty downed his drink. It went down smooth. The drink gave him courage. “Do you mind if I ask you why you want Celica to stay,” he asked not taking his eyes off Delilah.
Immediately Delilah laughed and downed her drink. “Don’t you know that Celica Baptiste and I are half sisters?”
“What?” Monty looked puzzled between them.
“Not only that, we are sibling cousins,” Delilah said as her eyes flickered with amusement.
Embarrassed, Celica lowered her head.
“Didn’t Celica tell you that I’m her big sister? My father was the older of two brothers. Our mother, Pandora Baptiste, was married to my father for fifteen years until he died. When he died he left me most of his money,” she paused for effect. “Except a small part that he gave to my uncle, his younger brother. Pandora had secrets and she loved money. Of course our mother married the younger brother, why not she was sleeping with him while she was married to his older brother. Celica is his child. Therefore she is both my sister and my cousin.”
The moment was silent.
Now that the truth was out, Celica kept quiet, with her head down.
“Come Celica, pour us another drink,” Delilah commanded. It was obvious she was used to giving Celica orders.
Monty gulped down his drink and held out his glass.
Celica studied them as she poured both another drink. She watched attentively as the both wasted no time finishing their third drink.
“How do you feel Monty?” Celica asked but didn’t wait for him to answer. “I mean aren’t you feeling hot. Wouldn’t you like to take off your clothes?”
“Yes…..I believe I would.”
Celica let her fingers do the work as she quickly helped him out of his clothes.
Monty leaned his head back looking up at the sky. “Ahhhhhh that feels better. I feel like I’m one with the world.”
He stared back at Delilah. They were now both naked. As naked as the day they were born.
Delilah threw back her drink. “Well…Well Monty, I had heard you were well formed. And it looks like they didn’t lie.”
“Celica, pour me another drink. I feel greedy,” Delilah purred.
Celica noted it was Delilah’s fourth drink. She was starting to lose count.
Then Delilah slowly she licked her lips and let her eyes trail down Monty’s body. She checked out the hard erection between his legs. Her eyes looked up at him.
“Damn you swell up quickly Monty. I like that,” Delilah giggled, closing the distance between them she kissed him hard and let her hands cup his member.
Celica turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” Delilah commanded. “Come and join us. And give me that bottle of champagne. I want to pour it on Monty and lick it off.”
Celica looked between the two of them. Their inhibitions were dissolving. Their eyes held a cloudy faraway look. She smiled softly knowing her plan was working well.
She took her time closing the distance between them.
Slowly she handed the bottle of champagne to Delilah.
Delilah knelt down in front of Monty and poured. “I’m going to lick you Monty with my tongue.”
The two went at it like rabbits as she watched them.
Celica smiled softly. All was finally good in her world. It was going as she planned. Soon she could leave them and neither one would notice her going.
Just at that moment a strange cloudiness passed over the skylight.
Startled Celica jerked, feeling a cold tickling sensation against her arm.
She looked up at Delilah and Monty. They were still going at it hard. They didn’t even notice her.
Out of the corner of her eye Celica thought she saw a light flash. She had the weirdest feeling.
Speechless, she paused and sniffed the air. She thought she smelled roses and something else. It was a pleasurable scent. Like something from her childhood. It was something nurturing and reassuring. And then a strange, radiant and luminous, golden light appeared and so did a woman with flaming red hair.
“Celica,” the red headed woman seemed to call her name, but didn’t speak the words.
Startled, she took a step back. She had never really believed in the supernatural stuff she saw in movies. “Who are you?” she whispered.
The woman looked past her.
Celica followed her gaze. She was staring at Monty and Delilah. Delilah was straddling Monty making love.
“You haven’t thought this through,” the woman said. “You must drink some of the champagne too.”
“What?”
“You forget someone knows you had access to Monty’s personal stash of champagne. If you don’t drink some and get sick too, then someone may believe you drugged them.”
Celica thought hard. When Monty saw her at the door, he hadn’t even noticed the bottle of champagne with his signature label on it. It came from his personal stash.
Now she realized the flaw in her plan.
The woman seemed to float over and take hold of one of the unopened bottles of champagne.
Celica was amazed at how quickly she opened the bottle of champagne and poured.
The woman handed her the glass. “This way, in the morning, when the three of you are discovered by the maid, the manager of the hotel will call an ambulance to rush the three people to the hospital.”
“You’re right,” Celica nodded with a wide eyed stare. Her thoughts raced. Then Monty would be discovered as the person who gave us the Rohypnol. She hadn’t thought of that.
She smiled with her thoughts and sipped slowly. She only had to take in a very insignificant amount of it just to make sure everything pointed to Monty.
She was sure Delilah would remember she told her the champagne was a gift from Monty.
She watched them and slowly sipped. She felt relaxed.
Chapter 34
Your worst enemy…
Conrad Mondragon thought he had slept like a baby.
Suddenly hands were shaking his shoulders.
“Conrad….Conrad. Wake up,” a woman’s voice called.
He pushed back against the pillow and slowly opened his eyes.
Duchess Lanchow was shaking him. She brushed her glossy black hair. “Madame Lemieux will return soon. You need to leave.”
Conrad was exhausted and satisfied. Excellent sex always made him feel on top of the world. “Tell her I’ll pay her extra just to sleep a little longer. Come back to bed with me Duchess. What do you say?”
“No Mr. Mondragon I want you to leave now.”
He yawned. “No….,” he protested sleepily.
Conrad never saw the fear that etched its way slowly across Duchess Lanchow’s face. Her eyes abruptly gazed at the door.
A loud thunderous boom roared as the door was kicked open.
Conrad’s eyes shot open.
Duchess immediately ran out of the door.
“You dumb bastard. Get your horny ass out of that bed! It’s me. Your worst enemy, you remember, you’re fucking brother-in-law,” his voice said tersely.
“Leroy!”
Leroy Maddox Jefferson was Ming’s older brother.
A passionate anger rose across Leroy’s face as he closed the distance between them and threw off the sheets. Immediately his hand jerked out and made contact with Conrad’s head.
Conrad could feel the intense pain of having been hit by Leroy. Leroy Maddox Jefferson had been a tough street wise kid from the time he could pour milk on his cereal.
“Damn!” Conrad said feeling the pain of his punch as he crawled out of bed.
He sat on the floor and nursed his face.
Leroy Maddox Jefferson was slant eyed square-jawed, handsome, muscle bound, and tall. He stayed close to his Oakland roots. As a young kid he taught a neighbor gangster how to make money on the stock market. The gangster did. He made millions and he rewarded the young genius by sending him to UC Berkley. Leroy held a degree in finance from UC Berkley
. He was an educated stock market guru and a bonafide hoodlum thug.
“Leroy, I forgot you were a man of few words. What are you doing here?” Conrad asked rubbing his jaw as he rose.
Leroy laughed out maliciously. “I missed seeing my brother-in-law. Can’t you see I came here to show you some love? ”
Conrad got the feeling Leroy was lying but didn’t want to press the issue.
Leroy smiled and Conrad tried to crack a smile back at him. His face hurt.
Finally Leroy spoke. “Do you have anything you want to tell me Conrad?”
Conrad shrugged following his gaze looking around the room. “Oh this?” he asked but didn’t’ wait for a response. “This isn’t what you think it is,” he paused. “Okay, maybe it is what you think. But what if I told you Ming knows I’m here and she doesn’t have a problem with my getting a little on the side.”
Leroy glared at him. “Get dressed brother-in-law we need to take a ride.”
Fifteen minutes later, they made their way through the lobby of the hotel. Outside, the sky was dark. It had to be after four o’clock in the morning.
The limousine driver stood by the car door and opened it.
Conrad paused and stared at the driver. He had a long cut on the side of his face going from his ear to his chin.
Conrad flinched nervously as he stared back at the man. “Ah……Leroy, he grunted. “I don’t think I want to go for a ride.”
Leroy pushed him into the car and got in.
“You shallow, cold-hearted, manipulative bastard! Get your ass in the fucking car!”
Quickly the limousine driver closed the door after them.
Suddenly the car jerked abruptly and took off.
Conrad adjusted himself and looked on with a frightened expression. He swallowed hard. “Leroy, I don’t understand. What’s this all about?”
Leroy leaned back in the seat and calmly lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply. It was obvious he was enjoying watching Conrad squirm.
He took another long drag on his cigarette. He took it out of his mouth and studied it. He fingered the cigarette and blew on the end. It turned a bright red.
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