"I'm on my way to the hospital.” Liam's words rung in my head as Paul drives towards the Airport. My legs were bouncing continuously and my palms were sweaty. The thought of Lucia being hurt is my worst fear and it's coming true right now.
"Make it fast, Paul." I seethe.
"Sir." He continues driving through the streets. I call Liam once again and he answers immediately.
"Damon, they are not saying anything right now. They are doing some tests and I can only wait for her. Don't keep calling. Come soon." He scolds me.
"Please let me know if they inform you of anything. I just..." I trailed off.
"I know, Damon. I understand." He says. Now I know why Lucy loves him. I mean, like a best friend.
“Okay thank you," I say and hang up after we exchange goodbyes. Paul pulls into the Airport. A man comes and opens my door and Paul joins me once I'm out. He gives some instructions to the man and leads me inside.
"Sir, is everything okay?" He asks me as we walk towards the gate that leads to my jet. Some people greet me but I'm too occupied to greet them back.
"No. Lucia is not well and she's admitted to the hospital." I sigh. A car arrives and Paul opens my door and then, he sits in the passenger seat. The driver drives us to the jet and I send a text to Liam informing him about my flight.
Once on the flight, I buckle up and Paul sits a few seats away from me. The jet starts to move and within minutes it's in the air. A woman approaches me.
“Would you like something to eat or drink, sir?" She bats her lashes and I have to control the urge to roll my eyes.
"Red wine," I ordered. She nods and retreats to go but stops and turns back to me.
"To eat?" She asks again and I shake my head and dismiss her. She nods and leaves. I look out of the window into the beautiful sky. And my thoughts drift to Lucia. The first time I saw her...
Flashback.
It was close to forty-five minutes before he heard the knock on the cottage door. The knock he had been waiting for. It was a short rap. Brisk and casual, not especially sultry. But then it was totally impossible to sound sultry in a knock. Damon slapped himself mentally.
Maybe the gardener stopped her when she came up the drive, suspecting she was lost. She would hardly look like one of those guests coming for his stepmother's baby shower! Damon grinned again and finished stuffing the last gear into a duffel. He'd better be ready to leave before his father throws him out.
If he'd been able to drive, he'd have been gone long before this. But a car accident following one of the most confrontational arguments with his father a month ago had left him with a scar on both legs that limited his movement. The situation had given his father the opportunity he wanted, to nail Damon down until he would have no other choice than to become the chairman of Walter's international.
'Not on your life, Damon.' He thought now, just as he always did every time the subject came up.
'There would be six feet of snow in hell first.'
He hauled himself out of his chair to answer the door, thinking that if, in fact, old Thomas the gardener had stopped the lady, it would be much better.
He would for one, be stunned at Damon's ill mannerisms. But Damon didn't care, he has always never given a flying fuck about the impression people made of him. To be honest, though, he doubted that after thirty years in the employ of the Walter family, Thomas would be shocked by anything anyone did.
It didn't matter anyways. He only aimed at giving his father the biggest shocker of his life, not the innocent old Thomas. It was even too bad he would horrify all those women fawning and fluttering around his gorgeous stepmother, but that would be too brutal.
Damon was used to being the subject of titters and gossip. He'd cultivated the attitude of keeping bloggers busy with juicy content about himself when he had found out just how much it infuriated his old man. And if people didn't have anything better to do than fret about other people's problems, it wasn't his business.
Glancing occasionally at the window he waited for the escort. He heard a knock and then jumped to open the door.
He gritted his teeth when he saw the girl standing by his door. She wasn't what he had ordered for. Factly, she was a far cry from it.
She wasn't even blonde – or not very. Her hair was brown, but not dark, a deep shade of honey, long and pulled back into a french plait. She wasn't blousy at all, and neither did she look sultry. Her eyes were the only commendable things about her, still, she looked no more than a high school girl.
But she had nice curves, he'll give her that.
If this was what Stella escort services, called "sultry", they should be banned for illegal services.
Damon looked past her to see if anyone had noticed her come in. But none of the guests were interested in anything other than his stepmother's baby shower.
But — Damon smiled proudly to himself— his father had noticed.
His old man looked curious. He stood apart from the women, his body was turned towards the group sitting around the table where his wife sat still unwrapping presents.
His father wasn't interested in those. His attention was towards the cottage.
Good!
It would have been better though if she was just as he had described to the daft receptionist. But, she was still a woman, that was all he needed to rile his old man up.
Putting in his best bad boy smirk.
"It's about time," He said to her. "but at least you got here." His voice gave nothing but anticipation.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Damon didn't have time for that. He was too eager.
"Come and show me what's under that innocent look darling," Saying this he hauled her in his arms and kissed her.
While all this was going on, the cottage door was open.
Looking above her ear he saw his father's jaw drop, and his eyes literally bugged. If he'd been closer he could bet his father's eyes were rolling.
He wanted to cheer himself up so badly. Instead, he made use of the opportunity. Wrapping his arms around her waist, she turned out to be more tempting than he'd expected. He slid his tongue through her parted lips as he gripped her ass and ground his body against hers.
At first, her body had been stiff and unwilling. A body that matched the hard girl attitude she was portraying, or not. But in the next minute, she melted gradually like ice, put by the fireplace into his kiss. She let out soft moans, igniting a flame of passion that surprised Damon.
But, as perplexing as the sudden change in him was, it gladdened him that his wish was getting fulfilled.
And then, she bit him!
In pain, Damon yelped.
He jerked back with full force, whipping his thin lips.
And, gosh!!
He was bleeding. She had really bitten him.
"What the heck," He glared at her in shock.
"You won't get many jobs if you go about biting your clients, lady," he spat
"Oops, my bad. I'm not really into kissing jobs, you know, they aren't my preferred kind of job."
"Oh!" Damon exclaimed. "You want something extra then," Damon asked, really annoyed.
"You would prefer to have sex without kissing me, huh?"
"I would do no such thing," The girl screeched in horror, her nose flaming red with anger.
"Hol up there. I think you are taking this prissy attitude too damn far, you can drop it now." She wasn't going to ruin his plans for him. He wanted to show his father how much of a man he was gradually becoming.
By flaunting a high-priced prostitute?
He was sure she wouldn't be getting paid by the time he reported her to the Agency.
"What prissy attitude are you talking about?" She sputtered.
Damon sighed in frustration "Some men may find your fetish attitude sexy, but sweetheart, I don't!"
He glanced in the direction of the pool, they already had lots of onlookers including his father who was obviously dumbfounded.
Maybe all hope wasn't lost.
Damon grabbed her roughly by the wrist,
"Come on"
Confused, the girl tried to jerk free from his grip, twisting sideways. One palm held both her arms, and he pulled her closer using his free one so that they appeared physically comfortable to the party of spectators.
With one leg in a cast and his arms still healing from the accident, he wasn't fit enough to hold her for a long time, so he shut the door closed, using his good foot.
He let her go at once and shut his eyes.
Damn it!
He had not really gotten used to doing physical things for a while. He did nothing more than eat, sleep and argue with his father in the two weeks he has been out of the hospital.
Damn! He never felt this weak before. His head was throbbing again just as it did almost every time he tried to get involved in any physical activities.
"And what do you think you are doing?" His fetish lady raged at him. "Open this door, I'm leaving now!!"
Such audacity, he thought.
"No!"
Her blue eyes widened.
"Sorry, come again," She asked him now, obviously ready to pounce on him.
"Just what you heard me say," Damon sucked in a harsh breath.
"You .. were hired here for a purpose and you are going to stay. Now, sit down," He said breathlessly.
She didn't.. she didn't sit down.
Damn it!
If his father came in now, he would make a joke of the situation.
"Damn it!! I said, "Sit down!" Damon barked.
She shook her head in refusal.
"I can't, and I won't." She answered firmly. "I have to leave. I must have come to the wrong place."
"No, it's the right place. Relax, damn it! How the hell did you get into this line of work?" He muttered.
She straightened up and glared at him.
"I'm very good at my job, unlike some gender who doesn't have a reason for existence"
She didn't look like it. But maybe when she strips off, she would.
They had shared such a heated kiss a few minutes ago. It was a big shame he wanted to enjoy that encounter again.
"Well, you have to show me how good you are," he drawled.
Present.....
details about her condition.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out coming back from my memory lane.
"Lucia Stones." I cringe when I say her last name. I used to call her Lucia Walter and now... This is not the time to think about my mistakes. I need to know her condition.
"And you are?” She asks.
"I'm her husband," I say through gritted teeth and she nods.
"First floor, room number thirty-six.” She says. I leave without another word and Paul joins me. I walk faster than usual and reach number thirty-six and see Liam sitting on one of the chairs.
"Liam," I call and he looks up. He stands up and before I know what I'm doing, I walk to him and hug him. "Thank you for being here."
"She was my best friend first, then your wife." He smiles. I nod my head and Smile back. As if on cue the doctor comes out of the room and is giving some instructions to the nurse next to her. The doctor is an old lady, maybe in her early fifties but she's as fit as a teenager.
“How is she?" I ask her. The doctor turns to me and furrows her eyebrows.
"That is not the way you greet a doctor.” She scolds and before I can
apologize she continues. "And how are you related to her?” She asks.
"I'm her husband," I said and she furrowed her eyebrows.
"Very well then, come with me.” She says and walks along with the nurse. I look at Liam and he gives me a worried nod. I nod back and follow the doctor. Once we are in her cabin, she takes her seat. "Please, take a seat, Mr.?" She asks.
"Walter," I replied and sat on the chair at her desk. "What is it you wanted to talk about? Is she okay?" I ask, trying not to show her that I'm so worried about my wife.
| “Nothing to worry about, Mr. Walter." She smiles. "She was stressed and fainted. But," She smiles again. Why the hell is she smiling?
"We've done some tests and we have good news, Mr. Walter." She pauses. Good news?
"Your Wife is pregnant."