Fallen (Beautiful Book 1) (3 page)

‘I’ll remind you of that statement when I hit my fifties and you’re chasing a younger beautiful woman.’

‘I doubt anyone will come close. So you have nothing to worry about.’

She lifted to her toes and kissed him. ‘If you say so. Shall we go?’

‘Ready when you are.’

They left the office. There was barely anyone in. She was usually the first in and the last to leave, with a few exceptions. It was her home away from home, her company, her baby. She found it difficult to just walk away from it at the end of the day.

They took her E-Class Cabriolet Mercedes. She insisted she drove, which he allowed, just that once. Faith found it hard to let go of the reigns, but she was softening to him bit by bit. They arrived at her home forty minutes later.

‘I’ll head straight for the kitchen and get started. Make yourself comfortable. Put on some music, I’ll get the wine.’ She stepped out of her black Prada’s and headed for the kitchen.

He headed for the luxurious living-room. A place he knew so well and loved. He found the remote and played some music. She opened the fridge and took out everything she needed for the meal. She was already in the cooking mode. With everything laid out neatly she would sort out the stakes first. She swirled around for the knives only to discover none in the knife block.

‘No, no, no!’ She was frantic. She pulled at the draws, screaming and shouting.

‘Honey, what’s the matter?’

‘The knives! My knives are gone!’ She scrunched her hair in her hands. ‘They’re gone!’

‘Slow down. There should be a simple explanation for that.’

‘What possible explanation would that be!’ she yelled.

He pulled open a few draws, then walked to the centre island and pulled the draws one at a time until he got to the last one.

‘Are these the knives you’re looking for?’

She walked over to him and spotted all her knives in the draw.

‘What is going on?’ she cried.

‘Calm down honey, the cleaners must have put them there for some reason.’

‘Why would they do that?’

‘Sweetie, you’re exhausted. You’re over analysing things.

‘I’m not! This isn’t normal!’

‘I tell you what.’ He took her into his arms.

‘Why don’t we open that bottle of wine, go into the living-room and relax.’

‘What about dinner?’

‘We’ll order in.’

‘But I promised you dinner.’

‘There will always be another time for that. I just want you to relax. Go on into the living-room. I’ll sort this out and bring the wine.’

She was hesitant, but he encouraged her to go. Finally she let go and went to the lounge. A few minutes later he joined her with the bottle of wine and two glasses.

‘Do your really think the cleaners are behind this?’ she asked him after she’d downed a good amount of the wine.

‘I don’t know. Are you sure you didn’t put them there yourself?’

‘Now why would I do that?’

‘I’m just saying.’

She leaned back into the couch. ‘Do you think I’m loosing my mind?’

‘No, I just think you’re overworked and it’s making you feel like you’re loosing your mind.’

‘What if my cleaners are messing with my head to get at me?’

‘Why would they do that?’

‘Mel said that I’m not very tactful when I speak to people, and they could be getting me back.’

‘I don’t think they’d resort to that. But if they did, I suggest you fire them and get new cleaners.’

‘I think I will.’ She lifted her head.

‘With no proof?’

‘I’ll just say I’m terminating their contract. I’ll give them a months notice.’

‘I see.’

‘What?’

‘Just make sure it’s what you want.’

‘It is, that way I can see whether or not I’m loosing my mind or my cleaners were just playing a very dirty trick on me.’

They let it go. They ordered Chinese and soon the evening felt a lot more relaxed.

‘Thanks,’ she said finally.

‘For what?’

‘For loving me for me.’

He smiled. ‘Well if it wasn’t for that nice bum of yours, I wouldn’t be so sure.’ He teased.

‘You!’ she laughed.

He leaned forward and tried to kiss her.

‘Naha. You’ve got to catch me if you want me.’ She pulled away from him and ran upstairs.

He was not far behind. He grasped her foot just as she was about to jump onto the bed.

‘Come here.’

She fell onto the bed laughing. He was wrapped up in her beauty. He could do this all night if she’d let him. He stopped a moment and gazed at her.

‘What?’

‘You’re stunning.’

She smiled. He lowered and kissed her. She pulled him closer and soon they were rolling around the bed like it was a stack of hay. He found her wet place quickly. She teased him, by pulling away at times, but he also got what he wanted and more. She was just as energetic as she was at work. She took control at times, but he always won in the end.

‘I love you,’ he blurted as he was about to come.

She grasped his beautiful bum and pushed him further into her. She screamed and yelled, as did he. They were like a pair of horny teenagers high on something, until it died down.

‘Fuck!’ He fell into the bed.

‘Yes! Fuck!’ She laughed. ‘That was good. That was so good!’

‘You want to go again?’

‘If you can handle it.’ She laughed.

‘Give me a few minutes to catch my breath. Just looking at you makes me hard!’

****

The group of men waited for the man of the hour. He walked into the fancy bar an hour later. They cheered as he walked in, his hands raised up and nodding his head like he was the man. He looked around the place and winked. His dark locks fell to the side of his face, and he took a moment to push them back with his hand. Logan Davenport! The man who had an ego the size of a mountain.

‘Who’s the man?’ He shouted.

‘Aaaaaaah!’ They banged against the tables.

He loved it, he loved the attention and he loved the money.

‘You are looking at a billionaire in the making. Here’s to fucking stocks!’ He picked up one of his mates beers and gulped it down. The men cheered as he downed the booze.

‘Ahhhh!’ He slammed beer mug on the table. ‘All I need now is a nice piece of ass!’ He sat down with the guys.

‘How about that one?’ His best mate Daryl pointed at a brunette.

‘Nah, she’s a seven. I want a ten.’ His eyes floated around the room and he spotted a blond at the bar. ‘Now that’s a ten.’ He smiled. ‘Wish me luck boys, and get your cameras ready.’ He stood up and made his way towards the woman sitting at the bar alone. ‘Hi,’ he said. ‘Could I get you a refill?’

She looked the hunk up and down, and then turned back to the bar.

‘How about, you and I go back to my hotel room?’

She didn’t turn or answer him.

‘It will be good for you.’

Again she didn’t answer him.

‘I’ll make you a deal.’ He leaned against the bar so he could see her beautiful face. ‘I’ll pay you a thousand pounds to go back to my hotel room and let one of my mate’s film us.’

She turned around, stood up and slapped him across the face. ‘Asshole!’ She walked away from him.’

‘Ooooooh!’ There was a roar from his friends.

‘Two thousand!’ He shouted.

There was laughter from the table. He really wasn’t good at his game that night. He ordered around for them all and walked back to the table.

‘Losing your touch there, Logan.’ Teased Roy.

‘Nah, she’s just a stuck up bitch. Give it time, I’ll find the right one.’

Faith walked into the fancy bar and looked around. Mel hadn’t arrived yet. She checked her watch and swore under her breath. It wasn’t like Mel to be late. She headed for the bar and ordered a glass of red.

‘Now look at that!’ Logan bit back his lip. ‘That is more than a ten.’ He could feel himself go hard.

‘So go and get her.’ A friend dared him.

He ran a hand through his hair and then walked up to the gorgeous woman at the bar.

‘Hi,’ he leaned against the bar.

‘Not interested, buzz off!’ She didn’t even turn to look at him.

‘You didn’t even give me a chance.’

‘Again. Not interested!’

The barman brought her drink.

‘I’ll get that,’ said Logan.

‘Oh no you won’t!’ She placed a ten pound note on the bar before he could pay.

‘Wow, you’re one sassy bitch!’

‘You’ve got that right, now buzz off!’

She still hadn’t looked at him, and it annoyed him that she wouldn’t give him the time of day.

‘I’ll pay you five thousand pounds to sleep with me tonight.’

She stood up and kicked him between the legs. He buckled and bowed forward.

‘Knob head!’ She walked away towards the door just as Mel stepped in. ‘We’re leaving this place. It’s full of pricks!’ She dragged her out of the door.

The barman smiled slightly. The man deserved it. His friends were in a fit of laughter as he tried to gain composure. This had never happened to him twice in a row. Most women would oblige.

‘I’ll do it,’ a voice said above him.

He gazed at the black heels, and then his eyes crawled up the long slim legs. Soon he was face to face with a beautiful brunette.

‘I’ll do it for two and half thousand.’

He smiled. She was definitely a ten. ‘You’re not a hooker, are you?’

‘No, I’m a medical student. I need the money.’

‘Right on. Give me a minute.’

She nodded and he rushed over to his friends.

‘I’ve found a player,’ he beamed. ‘Get our stuff and bring your cameras to my hotel room. This is going to be a wild ride!’

The men cheered, and then he walked back towards the woman.

‘Shall we.’

She took his arm and they left the bar. Moments later they arrived at the hotel, up to the penthouse suite.

‘This looks good.’ She looked around the place.

‘You like it?’

‘Yes, it’s nice.’

‘I book it now and then.’

‘I see.’

‘Drink?’ He walked to the table that had bottles of whisky.

‘No, I can’t. I’m on duty later tonight. Working A&E.’

‘I see.’ He studied her.

She smiled.

‘You seem comfortable with all this. Is this a regular thing for you?’

‘Is it for you?’

He laughed. She was sassy. ‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘It’s fun.’

‘Can’t you find a real girlfriend?’

‘Can’t you find a real boyfriend?’

‘Ha, touché. There really isn’t time for a boyfriend right now. Not one that would understand my hours anyway.’

‘I’d say the same.’ he poured himself a drink and took a swig. ‘Loosen your hair.’

She smiled, put her hand to her hair and loosened it. She took time to move her head from side to side.

‘Beautiful.’ He felt himself harden.

He walked up to her, placed his hand behind her neck and brought her to his lips. She tasted good, and he wanted her fast and hard, but he wanted to wait for the boys. He pulled back.

‘Why the video?’ she asked. ‘Do you get off on it?’

‘You could say that. Do you have a problem with it?’

‘No. But I won’t show my face. I’m a medical student, it wouldn’t be wise.’

‘Ah, you didn’t think about that when you took the offer.’

‘I did. I’ll do it, but if I have to show my face, the deal is off.’

He stepped back and smiled. She was a hard one.

‘You do know this is my territory and I can do as I please with you.’

‘Is that right?’ She didn’t flinch.

‘Yes. You don’t seem concerned.’

‘Mister?’

‘Davenport.’

‘Mister Davenport, I’m paying my way through university. I don’t want to land up in debt, so I’ve readied myself for people like you.’

‘People like me?’ He frowned.

‘Yes. I’m a black belt, and I can take you and your lousy friends if I want to.’

He laughed, he was liking her by the minute.

‘I know men like you. You think you own the world, and you think you own women. But you don’t. You don’t own me, and I can prove it by walking. I volunteered for the money.’

He laughed. ‘I see.’

She didn’t blink. Soon there was a knock at the door and two of his friends staggered into the room.

‘You got the stuff?’ asked Logan.

The men threw the white powder on the table.