Luke
The early morning sun creeping through the windows was a rare sight at this time of year. It wouldn’t be a problem on our honeymoon. I drained the rest of my coffee and set the cup in the dishwasher.
It was becoming unbearable, being apart from Bella. But slow and steady won the race. I was up against a mother’s instinct, and I didn’t want to cause any major disruption while Amber was heading toward her final exams.
Just as I reached for my phone and wallet, it rang.
Isabella.
She was thinking of me.
“Good morning, my darl—”
“We have a major problem, Luke,” Bella said, cutting me off.
Shit. Was she onto me?
Did I do or say something?
“Sadie was at our house. Spying through my damn windows. And worst of all, Amber caught her,” she hissed.
Dear god. She sounded furious, though now wasn’t the time to let that arousal get the better of me. My mind shifted instead to everything Stefan and Michael had briefed me on.
“Go to work, darling. I’ve got your keys, and I’ll have a discreet security system fitted in your home, along with cameras. This time, we can get a restraining order,” I said, keeping my voice calm, though beneath it, I could feel something start to burn.
“What is wrong with her, Luke? She’s like the fucking Terminator. She just won’t quit.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll deal with it.”
She sighed.
“Okay,” she whispered.
But it was a sound of defeat.
“I’ll pick you up from work. Don’t worry, I’ve been considering which route to take with Sadie. It’ll take a little time to build a solid criminal case against her. I know it isn’t fair to you and Amber, but I’ll stay over more, until the house is finished.”
“I could set Rhea onto her,” she murmured.
“That’s my girl,” I said, grinning.
We chatted for a few more minutes, but I was already pulling my laptop out of my bag, searching for high-security systems. Discreet high-definition CCTV for the exterior, and a few hidden cameras for inside the house—though those were just for me. For my own peace of mind, of course.
Maybe one over Bella’s bed.
“…Amber got a shot of her on her phone.”
I paused.
“Excellent. Send me the footage. The more proof we have, the stronger our case becomes.”
She sounded much happier by the time we disconnected the call.
I emailed my office manager and PA to let them know I’d be working from home today. My phone vibrated, and I opened the video from Bella.
She couldn’t even part with her high heels—not for running, not for anything, apparently. She’d made it perfectly clear she wanted other men throughout our marriage. Yet here she was, sprinting down someone else’s driveway in six-inch stiletto boots.
What the hell? What did she expect?
It was almost embarrassing, watching her run so precariously down Bella’s driveway and into the car she’d walked away with from the settlement. She could’ve lived a comfortable life on what I’d given her.
I sighed, because I knew she wanted more. She always did.
I attached the video to an email and composed separate texts for Michael and Stefan, before firing them off to both.
Eyes needed to be on Sadie before she caused real harm to my plans.
? ? ?
“Yes, Lorna?” I asked, without looking away from my screen.
My three most senior staff members would be managing the company in my absence. I’d never taken so much time off before, but between the wedding, the honeymoon, and hopefully the fruit of my loins making an appearance soon, it was time to reassess my priorities.
“Um,” she hummed, before clearing her throat. “There’s someone who’s been trying to reach you. This is his third call.”
I looked away from the graph plotting potential growth against the upcoming purchase contract, wondering if Lorna was ever going to reach the point.
“He said he’s your son,” she said quickly, throwing her arms up as if she already knew how ridiculous it sounded. Everyone knew I had no biological children—yet.
“Is his name Zach?”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded. I didn’t bother explaining myself. The staff needed rumours to keep them entertained while they earned their keep. Lorna would blab. It was simply too good not to.
“Yes, put my new son through immediately,” I growled.
She gasped and actually ran out of my office.
The light on the phone flashed, and I raised the receiver.
“Hello, son. This is a surprise. What can Daddy do for you?”
“How about you keep your bitch on a leash, old man?”
My instinct was to hunt him down and make him pay for the disrespect. However, I understood how he might feel about Amber and Bella being harassed in such a manner. It was also telling, how quickly Amber had relayed the information to him.
He needed to understand who was in charge.
“I can see why you might be excitable, but I’m on it,” I said sharply.
“Are you? What happens when Isabella or Amber gets hurt by your psycho ex? What kind of person stalks an innocent woman and her child?”
The asswipe had a point. But nonetheless, it was time to make use of what Michael had already gathered for me.
“Like you stalked Amber?” I drawled, leaning back in my leather chair until it groaned beneath me.
I smiled at the sweet silence that followed.
“Like you stalked Isabella?”
My smile faltered.
That little—
“Isabella is mine to protect. Her family is mine to protect. Which means anyone who hurts them will be eliminated. Anyone,” I said, my voice gone cold and stiff.
I had to admit, that was a clever deduction on his part.
“Amber Rayne isn’t yours,” he said, matching my tone.
“I beg to differ. She is my daughter by marriage—”
“I don’t think so, old man,” he cut in, but I carried on talking over him.
“—and if anything impacts my wife, then it impacts me.”
“You’re not married yet,” he said, suspicion cutting through his voice, along with a flicker of panic.
“We will be in seven weeks. I’ve made sure the wedding will proceed.”
“What did you do?” he demanded.
Such fire. Such ego. He reminded me of someone.
I laughed, knowing full well it would infuriate him. It might even keep him up tonight.
“I’ll tell you when you’re a big boy. We’ll see you at the wedding. Isabella loves you, and it would mean a lot for you to be there,” I said calmly, keeping my tone even.
I could sense him processing my words, so I hung up before he had the chance to reply. He needed to learn some manners.
? ? ?
“Doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart?” I murmured, massaging my way down the stunning curve of her spine.
These muscles needed to be cared for. They’d be doing all the heavy lifting in the coming months.
“Oh. Hmmmm,” she moaned, low and long. “Yes. That feels so good. If you ever quit software, I’d hire you as my personal masseuse.”
I thought of the number of masseuses the Jezebel had gone through—she’d probably believed she owned them, simply for having paid with my money. I shook the thought away and dragged my fingers back up to her shoulder blades until she gasped.
“Yeah, this could put me to sleep,” she mumbled.
I thought of the tiny camera high above us.
Not tonight, sweetheart. Tonight I was going to fuck that tight little asshole I’d been toying with over the last few days.
I slipped the towel a little lower, straddling the back of her thighs before reaching for more oil. It splashed against the curve of one cheek, then the next. I let a long stream of it run down between them.
She groaned but didn’t lift her head off the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“An anal massage, of course.”
I rubbed the oil in, moving my palms in slow circular motions.
“It helps release deep-seated pelvic floor tension.”
“You’re making that up,” she snorted.
I spread her cheeks apart, staring at the glistening, puckered hole in question.
“Look it up,” I murmured, pressing my thumb over her.
My silly girl. She tried to clench, but the excess oil made it easy to slip my thumb into her asshole regardless, circling slowly over the tight ring of muscle.
“You can’t just—ooooh.”
I curved my thumb around the rim, keeping her spread open, twisting it in and out. That earned a longer, louder reaction.
I’d been strategic with Amber’s Christmas gift. She’d got the latest noise-cancelling headphones—ones that never seemed to leave her head.
“You know there’s a lot of cock to fit in here, darling,” I said, coating my other thumb in oil. “Best practice to open you up a little first.”
I held both thumbs at the centre of her softening hole and pressed them in together, until her hands clawed at the pillows. The rim tightened but then she pushed out like we’d been practising.
“Good girl, Bella,” I praised, pressing deeper until I began massaging her insides.
Her little hole twitched every so often, though it would feel amazing pressed around my dick. I slowly pushed my thumbs in and out of her, watching as she gave way and began to accept me.
I loved the way her flesh moved in and out along with my thumbs, the way it clung to me. I pressed deeper.
She began to rock herself against the bed, circling her hips before pushing back.
“My Bella,” I murmured, continuing to pry her sweet hole open.
In a twisted way, it was due to Sadie that I was able to record this first with Bella. I would forever treasure this footage. She might even find it funny in a couple of decades.