Chapter 61

Jane absolutely loves the condo, with wall-to-wall carpeting, a balcony overlooking the street, and a garden of flowers blossoming outside. She opens the windows and looks out at the horizon of office towers and monumental buildings. She feels like she is on top of the world.

The doorbell rings. Jane walks over, feeling the smooth carpet underneath her feet, such a change from the gross, linoleum floors at the other apartment. She opens the door, and there is a man, dressed in a fine, white suit, wearing white gloves. He’s holding a bouquet of lilies in a crystal vase and a paper bag.

“Madam Halliwell?” he says, reading the card.

Jane is unsure how to respond to how he addresses her. She has to get used to her new name.

“Umm, yes,” she replies.

“These are for you. Quite rare and delicate lilies, I must say. You must be a very special lady,” he says calmly, entering the apartment and placing them on the side table.

He leaves the room without turning for a tip. Jane imagines he must be a regular florist for Brad’s company.

She walks over to the table and sniffs the flowers deep into her being. The scent takes her back to a time in Utah when she and her mom were walking through a field. They’d stumbled on the most remarkable flowers and spent half an hour smelling all of them. They were delightful.

Jane takes a closer look at these flowers and realizes they are the same ones—lilies from Utah.

Jane is blown away at how sensitive and classy Brad is.

She opens the letter. ‘My Dear, I hope you like your new place. I know it’s small, and you deserve better, but I will be home soon enough. We will have a chance to live close together soon. I miss you deeply and can’t wait to run my hands all over that gorgeous body of yours. Love always, Brad.”

Jane tears up, realizing how much she misses Brad’s touch. Life has felt so lonely without him in the last couple of days. It feels like forever until she will get to see him.

She looks around at the apartment.

“Small, my ass!” she says out loud. She runs through the apartment and into the bedroom. She jumps on the new, queen size bed, made up with expensive linens.

“I can’t wait to maul you all over this bed, Brad… I’m going to push you down, strip off all your clothes, and fuck you until you can’t remember,” Jane says loudly.

“Umm, ma’am, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but we’re still moving things in,” says the man at the door, looking to the ground.

Jane turns bright red and crawls off the bed, fixing her skirt.

“Oh, yes, of course. Sorry about that. I’ll get out of your way,” Jane says, trying to cover her shame.

“No need to, ma’am,” he replies.

“Oh, no, I have to go to class, anyway. Just, if you could give me a set of keys, then I will be able to come back in later,” Jane says matter-of-factly.

“Yes, of course. There is an extra set on the table by the door.”

“Thank you. Have a good rest of your day,” Jane says, holding her head up high and grabbing her bag to walk out the door.

She races out, feeling so embarrassed and at the same time empowered, because she knows that being Brad’s fiancée is what lets her get away with things like this. She plays with the ring on her finger, feeling so grateful for this new life.

The driver is outside waiting for her.

“How did you know I needed a lift?” she asked.

“In this world, Ms. Bryden, you will always have a lift. I’m your personal chauffeur,” he says. “My name is Robert. I think we’ll be getting to know each other for a long while.” He reaches out his hand to shake hers. “So, where can I take you?”

“Nice to meet you, Robert. I’m looking forward to getting to know you. To my ballet school, please,” Jane replies, scooting into the back of the car.

As they drive to the school, Jane relaxes into the leather seats. It seems she is sheltered from the whole world, and is held safely in the cocoon of the tinted windows and decadent interior.

The phone rings in the car. Jane isn’t sure if she should pick it up or not. She reminds herself that this is her car, that Brad has hired a personal driver for her. She picks up the phone.

“Darling, is that you?” says the strong, male voice on the other end.

“Brad?” Jane says, smiling, her heart uplifted.

“Of course, who else would it be?” he replies.

“I miss you so much, my dear.” Jane speaks desperately, tears coming to her eyes. “I think you are making me the happiest woman alive.”

“It’s what you deserve, my angel. Do you like your new place?”

“Like? I love it. I can’t believe you did that for me! When do I get to see you so I can ravage you on the bed?”

“Well, it won’t be long. I have great news.

“Really?! What is it?” Jane asks, really hoping it means Brad will be able to come home soon and this nightmare will be over.

“Well, so do you remember that woman you saw in the hot tub that day?” Brad explains.

“Ugh, the blonde bombshell? How could I forget?” Jane is only partly joking, wondering what this has to do with anything.

“Yeah, her. Well, I thought it was odd that I’d never seen her there before. Then one day after the whole scandal was leaked to the papers, she turned up again. She sent me a key to her room. I initially threw it away, but after thinking about it a little bit, I had a sneaking suspicion about her. As it turns out, she was working for one of my arch-enemies, Todd.”

“What happened?”

“I took the key and searched her room when I knew she was out. I went through her stuff and found a whole suitcase of recording equipment, private files about me and even false evidence about me.”

“Oh, Brad, that is awful! What did you do?” asked Jane, deeply concerned that somehow Brad was going to get in trouble for breaking into someone’s room.

“Well, I took all the stuff out to secure it, locked her out of her room and called my lawyer, who immediately called the cops. Within 1 hour, she was detailed. It took some time for the two governments to work out the details, but eventually some detectives came from the U.S. to collect the evidence and escort her back to the United States, in custody. As it turns out, she didn’t trust Todd completely, so she documented everything in a very detailed way. So, very soon the charges against me will be dropped, and when that happens, I’ll be headed back to New York. It will take some time for the rest of it to come to trial, but it is very likely that both she and Todd may end up behind bars. It will be some time before the evidence can be revealed that would completely clear my name, but there will be enough to cast plenty of doubt.

“So when do you think you’ll be coming back to New York. It is a matter of days, weeks or what?” Jane asks excitedly.

“Days I hope, but either way it will be great. I want it to be a surprise for you though. Just be wearing something beautiful and sexy for me, whenever it is. Something I will love to tear off you the minute I get there. I think about you every day and I can’t wait to eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

I promise I will wear a welcome-home number you won’t forget.”

Will you do me a favor, baby? Reach down into your panties and play with yourself right now,” Brad says, starting to stroke himself.

“Here? In the car?”

Yes, why not? No one can see you. Get wet for me, baby,” Brad says, stroking faster. “Tell me what you are feeling down there. Tell me what you are doing?”

“Well, I’m putting my two fingers down between my lips, and spreading my legs wide open for you. I’m softly stroking my fingers in and out, squeezing my pussy, going deeper and deeper, in and out, imagining your hard cock fucking me.”

She turns Brad on so much, and he starts moaning and stroking until he comes.

She also breathes deep and heaves, her fingers going faster, in and out, and her body shakes and turns all hot until she comes, her juices running out of her.

“I love you so much, baby. You are the perfect match for me in so many ways. I’ll be home soon,” whispers Brad.

“I love you, too, my dear. I’m dying to see you.” Jane whispers back, so relaxed and at ease to finally speak with him. “I gotta go, sweetheart. The car is slowing down. I think we’re at my school.”

“Okay… goodbye, darling.”

“See you soon.”