Chapter 11
Emma
The newspaper article seemed not to bring any negative results. At least, at the mansion, there were no consequences that I could see. We woke early, the kids and I, spent the day, a Saturday, in peaceful activities and then went to bed. If there were press people hiding in the flowers or photos snapped from behind bushes, I didn’t see it.
As I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t help feeling amazed at how weird it was that I was worrying about paparazzi. I mean, I wasn’t famous! I was no one. How could I be ducking from press photographers. Or living in a mansion, for that matter. I grinned.
I was thinking of Alexander, and my hand strayed between my thighs. Just the thought of him made me wet, and I smiled. I couldn’t wait until he got back.
It was late. I had stayed up after the kids went to bed, working on my laptop. I had some tax to fill out, and had thought the mind-numbing work would be just the thing I needed at this time. I could feel myself getting more tired, and then I heard the phone ring. It was Alexander. I sat up quickly and accepted the call. His voice crackled over the line.
“Emma?”
“Alex! Hi!”
I realized after I had said it that I never called him that. Oh, well.
“Emma,” he said again, and he sounded faintly pleased. “I just wanted to say I’m coming home tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” That surprised me. He had told me he was away for a fortnight. He had only been away for a week and a few days. What had happened?
“Yes. I needed to get back. I’m worried.”
I bit my lip. “It’s fine,” I said, feeling stung. “I won’t let anything happen to the kids. You know I care about them.”
He sighed audibly. “It’s not the kids, Emma. It’s…everything. I can’t explain.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “You don’t need to.” I paused. “It’ll be good to see you here again.”
He smiled. I could hear the way his voice changed when he did it. “It will be good to be back. It’s not just because I’m worried that I’m coming back early.”
“Oh?”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
When we had said goodbye, I was flushed and excited. He would be here tomorrow? I hugged myself, thinking about it, and slid into bed. Wrapped in the glow of it, I fell asleep.
The next day I dressed carefully. I had no idea when he would be back and I wanted to look my best for whenever it happened. I felt like a little girl.
The kids were prepared for the arrival. Alex had clearly already called them, and they were even more excited—at least more visibly—than I was.
At four o’clock, I was sitting quietly outside, keeping an eye on the kids while they played tag in the garden. I heard a footfall on the path behind me. Then his voice.
“Emma!”
“Alex!”
I leaped up and his arms wrapped round me. I wrapped my arms around him and drew him close. We embraced tightly.
My body ached. I wanted him so badly that I thought I would actually explode. I pressed against him tightly, feeling my pulse quicken. He kissed me. I let my lips slide over his, letting in his wet tongue.
We stood there for a while and he broke the kiss, gasping. “Emma, we shouldn’t,” he said quietly. He looked around. I blinked. Alexander was not like that, suspicious or overconcerned. Looking at him, I noticed that he looked stressed.
“Alex,” I asked, reaching to stroke his hair. I breathed in his ear, kissing his cheek. “You’re stressed.”
He gave a chuckle. “No. I’m not. I mean, yes. But.”
“But what?”
“But I’m also so, so glad to be here.”
He kissed me in a way that made my bones go fluid and left me needing him. He looked into my eyes. “Upstairs, soon?”
I giggled. “Now, if you like,” I whispered back. He nodded.
“Can’t wait.”
We shared a sexy smile, and then he went striding across the grass toward where Jack was chasing his sister hastily across the lawn.
“Jack! Camille!” he called, arms out. “It’s me!”
“Daddy!”
“Dad!”
The two of them bolted across the lawn and embraced him, Emma clinging to his knees and Jack round his waist. From a discreet distance, I watched the sweet reunion as he scooped Cammi up to his chest and patted Jack’s head.
“Kids! It’s so good to see you!”
Jack flushed, reaching up to his hand. Cammi beamed. “Daddy! You’re back. We wished you would be back earlier, and then you are! And now we can ask you…”
“Let Dad freshen up first,” Jack advised Cammi, stalling her. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t want to push Alex’s volatile temper. They walked past me toward the house, and I sent a big grin in Jack’s direction. He nodded back.
A moment or two later, I followed them inside.
I didn’t wait long, actually. About three minutes later I heard Alex walk along the hallway and I followed him up to his bedroom.
We kissed and fell through the door, hands already tearing at the suddenly-unwanted clothing. His body was against mine and I could feel how much he wanted me. I wanted him, probably even more.
When we were done, I lay in his arms, perspiring and peaceful. I kissed him and he kissed me back, slow and tenderly. He stroked my head.
“I had to come back,” he said simply.
I smiled. “I’m very glad about it.”
We giggled together. “You are a wonderful woman,” he said, looking into my eyes with an expression so sweet it made my heart hurt.
“You are a wonderful man,” I whispered softly. He giggled.
“I don’t think so really, but thank you.”
“You saying I tell fibs?” I said crossly.
“I would never do that!” he made an exaggerated expression of shock. I grinned. We kissed again and I felt immense satisfaction. I ran a hand over his muscled body.
He made a satisfied grunt and drew me closer. We kissed again. He ran his fingers down my spine.
“We should go somewhere,” he said. “I don’t like the fact that people know…”
“Let them know,” I said recklessly, echoing him confidently.
He chuckled. “I wish I could,” he said. “Emma,” he added, clearly noticing I looked upset. “It’s not because I’m hiding you.”
“Yes, it is,” I said. “But that’s understandable.” I blinked, feeling angry tears. I wouldn’t cry in front of him. Dammit! I looked at the ceiling, holding them back.
“It isn’t.” He insisted. “One day I can tell you what. But not now. It’s unsafe.”
“Okay,” I said quietly. I didn’t want him to be upset.
“Good,” he said. “I’m happy you understand.”
“Of course I can,” I said, even to my own ears sounding desperately unconvincing.
“Well then,” he whispered. “Bear with me. And join me in Miami.”
I swallowed. “Really?”
“Really, I can go next week. Please, I want you to. The kids will come. They’ll have their own rooms, though,” he added, winking. “I rent a house there, and…”
I chuckled. “Alexander! You’re awesome.”
He blushed. “No, I’m not. But does that mean you’ll come? I can’t be there every day, but I would try to spend at least three days and seven nights.”
I laughed. “Oh!”
He blushed. “Sorry about the priorities. But that’s your fault.”
I giggled. “I’m glad to hear I am priority.”
“Prime priority, my dearest. The first and foremost. Truly.”
I shivered, holding him close. “Thank you,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, chuckling as he exaggerated his drawling accent for that part. “Now, then. What can we do this evening?”
“Well…” I said, breathing sexily into the curve of his neck. “I wonder…”
He laughed throatily. “I didn’t mean that,” he said, stroking my side. “I meant, besides that!”
I smiled. I felt a huge happiness filling me, it was like nothing I had ever felt before.
“Well then,” I grinned, kissing his nose. “That depends on you.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. On how tired you are.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “In which case, I’m never tired. In fact, I am the least tired thing in the whole world,” he laughed. I kissed him on the tip of the nose.
We lay together for a while, then he slid his arm out. “Okay, supper!” he said, glancing at the clock. I was surprised that it was already six pm.
“I was asleep,” I smiled.
“Well, I was thinking,” he said. “How about we have something special?”
“Okay,” I said.
“We can eat in, though?” he asked. “I’m tired.”
“Okay.”
I couldn’t help assuming that he wanted to eat in because he was embarrassed about my status. I had gathered that he didn’t want me to know that, but I couldn’t imagine another reason for Alexander to be so secretive.
“I’ll go and call. You like sushi?”
“My best.”
He grinned. “Your wish is my command.”
I felt a tingle in my tummy, butterflies shimmering in there. I giggled.
“And your wish is mine too.”
He kissed me. “Now don’t go giving me ideas,” he whispered. “I want you so much already. Feel?”
My hand gripped his cock and I smiled. “Yes. You are.”
He laughed.
We got dressed and had dinner. I hadn’t asked how much it cost, because I didn’t want to know. It was incredible. The kids ate it too, with the same incredible politeness I had come to expect from them.
I was feeling sleepy, probably because of our afternoon excess, and so I excused myself for a walk in the garden. It was still dusky-darkness out there, and the lawn smelled of dew. I enjoyed my walk, and resolved to head up to the back of the stand of trees and then head back again.
The night was quiet, so quiet. Suddenly, something rustled in the bushes. An arm shot out and grabbed me. I screamed.
A hand came down on my mouth and something hit me on the back of the head and everything went dark.