I love you always,
Dylan
***
I knew she was the one the minute I stepped in the conference room to interview her. The way my name rolled off of her tongue, “Mr. Prescott”, and when she shook my hand it sent sinful messages straight to my cock. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, with those full pouty lips, beautiful green eyes and petite curvy body. Damn I wanted to squeeze her ass and feel it cupped in my hands. The way she looked at me, like she wanted to devour me, I knew she felt the connection between us. Her body language spoke volumes and I thought I would test the waters. I leaned forward, staring into those beautiful green eyes and asked, “how about we go back to my place when we’re done here?” and she nodded yes. Fuck me! She isn’t even paying attention to what I’m asking her. I wanted to rip off that matronly get up she was wearing and lay her on that conference room table and have her for lunch.
When David asked if I would be interested in teaching her the ropes, I immediately said “yes.” I had to know her, be close to her and I was pissed when I found out she lived with that douche bag, Stefan. I was dating Misty, trying to ditch my bad boy ways, what a mistake that was. The bitch was a complete psycho, completely out of her mind. I was trying to end the relationship long before Brooke came into the picture, Misty just didn’t get it.
I purposely followed Brooke around in the building. I often found myself in the security room watching her work through the security cameras. When she would leave to grab coffee downstairs, I would follow her, making myself available for whatever she needed. Other times, I would hide and watch her. I wondered what she smelled like, how she tasted, how her mouth would feel against mine; around my cock. I had it bad for her and I didn’t care how creepy it seemed that I was following her.
Brooke was unlike the women I normally dated. There was innocence about her, a shyness and her intelligence was damn sexy. I craved to be next to her, to know her better than I had ever known any other woman. Sure, I had dated Hollywood starlets who were beyond glamorous but that gig got old after a while. It was always the same old bullshit. For women who seemed to have everything, money, good looks, fans; their insecurities were less than attractive. Not to mention, most had been around the block way too many times. That wasn’t the type of woman I was looking forward to taking home to mom. Brooke was the total package and I fully intended on making her mine. I just needed the right opportunity to make her understand and see how much I felt for her, how much I truly needed her.
Brooke was always on my mind, so much so Tristan gave me shit about being pussy whipped over a woman’s pussy I hadn’t even had yet. I honestly would have done anything to have that pussy and the night that Brooke sent me that reply text saying that Stefan was cheating on her, was the perfect opportunity. There was no way that I was ever going to let her go once I had her. I wouldn’t make the same mistake that I’d made with Christina but in some ways I already had. I should never have let Brooke leave me that day at lunch to confront Stefan alone.
What the fuck was I thinking letting her leave to go to that asshole when I knew what a violent piece of shit he was. He was the governor’s number one, go to boy for getting high profile politicians and celebrities out of trouble. Being part of the team meant that I also had to do any cover ups that were asked of me. Most of the time, I didn’t mind but when I found out what Stefan had done to my girl, I lost my shit. There was no way I could cover up his misdoings when it came to her and since I had refused to protect that scum bag, piece of shit the governor found someone else to do it. My lack of control is what caused Brooke’s case to be pushed under the rug and thrown out of court.
It took everything I had and Tristan to stop me from beating the shit out of Stefan. Brooke’s face was black and blue along with other parts of her body by the time he was finished with her. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe what I felt when I picked her up in that parking lot. He’s lucky he’s still alive. Then the governor dumped the biggest bomb shell on me the night of Amber Martinelli’s murder. I was asked to do another cover up for that pompous prick, Stefan; and this time I had to. I had fallen in love with Brooke and the more time we spent together the more I had to lie and deceive her. Everything I had done was for her safety and one day, I hoped that she we would understand, forgive me and love me as much as I loved her.
***
I left the governor’s mansion just after ten that evening. I knew I couldn’t go back to my place without revealing everything I had just learned to Brooke. If I told her what I knew, she would no longer be safe and knowing her, she would have run off putting herself in even more danger than she was already in. I pulled up outside of the large mansion in Cherry Hills where I grew up, hoping that my mother wasn’t out at some gala. I needed to talk to her and there was only one thing I was after when I entered the house.
“Hey sweetie,” she said leaning in and kissing my forehead as I entered the grand foyer. “What are you doing out at this hour?”
“I had a late meeting and I thought I would stop by and say hi on my way home.”
“It’s late Dylan, your father is already in bed.”
“That’s ok mom. I actually wanted to talk to you anyway. If you’re heading off to bed I can come back tomorrow.”
“Oh don’t be silly Dylan. I always have time for my baby. What is that you need to talk to me about?” she asked taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.
“Do you still have grandma’s ring? You know, the one that grandpa gave her when they…”
“Yes Dylan, but…”
“Mom, I want to marry her. I’m crazy about her and I know there’s nobody else out there for me. I can’t imagine growing old with anyone else.”
Taking my hand my mom rubbed her fingers over mine. “Dylan Darling, are you sure? We haven’t even met this girl. I’ve only heard you talk about her. I know you have deep feelings for her but are you sure you’re ready for marriage? Is she ready for marriage? You two haven’t known each other very long, how do you even know if you’re truly compatible?”
“I understand your concerns mom and you will meet her, soon, I promise. Trust me mom, she’s the one. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love her.”
“More than Christina, Dylan? Do you love Brooke more than you loved Christina?”
“Mom…,” I sighed. “I can’t even compare the two, I was young and then with what happened; yes, I love Brooke more than I loved Christina. And I don’t want to talk about her anymore.”
“Dylan, you’re still hurting over her. Do you really think it’s fair to Brooke, asking her to marry you when you’re still not over Christina?”
“It’s not like that mom. What happened to Christina was tragic, yes. But it’s been years and I’m not in love with her anymore, I had to let her go a long time ago.” Tears pricked my eyes and my mother walked over and hugged me.
“I know baby, I just want you to be sure. Your happiness means everything to me. If Brooke is the one that you want to spend the rest of your life with then you know I will support any decision you make.”
“She is; I need her like I need my next breath. I don’t think I could go on living if I didn’t have her in my life.”
“Well then, the ring is yours,” she smiled. “Does Brooke know how lucky she is to have you?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one, mom,” I laughed.
“I think you’re both lucky to have each other. So, when will I see some grandkids?”
“Mom! Let us get married first,” I scolded.
“I’m not getting any younger Dylan, you better get to work on it right away after the wedding. Oh, that reminds me, you can get married at the Prescott Mansion. That would be beautiful.”
“I think you’re getting ahead of yourself mom. I was actually thinking of taking her somewhere she’s always wanted to go for the wedding but I would need your help planning it. I want her to be involved but I want the location to be a surprise.”
“Where did you have in mind dear?”
“The castle in Ireland.”
“Oh, what a splendid idea. You’re such a romantic Dylan, just like your father.”
We spent the rest of the night reminiscing about old times when I was young boy and my high school years. She continually tried talking about Christina but that was a time in my life that I now needed to forget. Since it was late, I decided to stay at my parent’s place. And damn it if that’s not all I could think about when I went to my room and tried to crash. Visions of Christina ran through my mind as I looked up at the ceiling in the dark.
Christina was a beautiful girl, the one I thought I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We met our sophomore year in college and hit it off immediately. We were inseparable, going to parties, movies and doing what every college student does once they have freedom from their parents; we moved in together. She was fun and adventurous the type of girl that loved to watch football on Sunday’s, all day. She was every guys dream come true.
***
Tristan and I had met an older woman our senior year at one of the local bars. It was the one time that Christina hadn’t joined us and being young and stupid we went home with the woman. She was into some crazy shit, fucked up shit that I had never heard about until I met her. Her apartment was decorated in deep reds and blacks, which should have been my first indicator to get the hell out but I felt like I had been drugged and the intrigue got the best of me. I guess the way she saw it, she had two young studs at her mercy, willing and ready to do whatever she wanted us to do to her.
We did as she asked, mostly I think out of curiosity. Tristan had somewhat of a clue as to how it was all going to go down since he had been training to be a dom. He slowly tied her up, blind folding her and then started spanking her ass. I’d never seen anything quite like it and the woman loved it. The harder he spanked her the more she begged for us to fuck her and we did. We took that woman in every possible way. When one of us was fucking her, the other would put their cock in her mouth. But the real kicker was when we both had her at the same time. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling I felt when she was riding Tristan and I was in her ass. It was pure ecstasy. Tristan and I never touched other, since neither of us swung that way. We were there just to please her, the cougar in heat.
We never did get her name, we just fucked her senseless and then we left. That was my first introduction into the BDSM world, it was also the first time I’d had a three some. It was also a topic that Tristan and I didn’t revisit after that night. I tossed and turned trying to fall asleep but the past wouldn’t let me. I wished like hell my mother had never brought Christina up, knowing that I was responsible for what happened to her.
I arrived home the next morning at 5 a.m. to a very pissed off girlfriend wanting to know where the hell I’d been all night and morning. I tried to brush her off, act like it was nothing but she knew differently and went postal on my ass. I deserved it, I was an asshole and what I did to her was beyond wrong. She accused of me of being the lying, cheating, asshole that I was and threw her engagement ring at me. Even though we’d never fought in all the time we had been together, I knew it was over. Deep down, I knew that if I had really loved her, I never would have gone home with that other woman. I think I was in love with the idea of Christina being the perfect buddy in female form, the sex being an extra perk.
Apparently I hadn’t been the only one in our relationship that was seeking love elsewhere, because what came next from Christina crushed me. She picked up her phone and called her ex from high school to come and get her. I had met the guy once or twice but he gave me serious bad vibes. He rode a crotch rocket and the women thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. I think he thought he was a bad boy or something but really, he was just a wanna be douche bag. He was the asshole that killed my girlfriend because he had to show off; driving like a reckless nut job after he picked her up. Witnesses said that he was going at least one hundred miles an hour, weaving in and out of traffic when a semi hit them head on. Neither one survived, both were dead on impact and a piece of me died with her that day. I felt responsible, that if I had just kept my dick in my pants that this never would have happened.
After that, I dated and slept with anything that walked. I didn’t want a relationship with anyone, for fear that I would fuck up and they would somehow die. No, I never wanted to feel that shit again. I buried my feelings and went on about life even though I was slowly dying inside, my mother and Tristan being the only two that knew how I truly felt. Until last summer, when Brooke walked right into my life and I vowed I would never let her go. She was stuck with me, I wouldn’t take no for an answer and I would make damn sure she fell in love with me too. The most important woman in my life, who I promised I would keep safe and all I’ve done is lie and deceive her. Things hadn’t really changed all that much over the years, except that I was truly and madly in love with her. I would do anything for her.
CHAPTER 19
I was an asshole. I was still deceiving Brooke and there was nothing I could do about it. She was gone and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see her again. I had lied to keep her safe; knowing that if she knew the truth about my past, Stefan or her dad it would crush her. Looking back now, my secrets and deceit are what could have quite possibly gotten her killed. No, I couldn’t think that way. I knew in my heart she was still alive, I just prayed to god that whatever had been done to her hadn’t destroyed her.
We were married less than a day when Brooke went missing. I had left her waiting, alone while I ran back into the castle to grab the pastries the chef had prepared special to kick off our honeymoon. It was supposed to be a surprise, one that I wouldn’t get the chance to share.
I honestly thought she had left me. I searched the grounds for her everywhere, I came up with nothing. I panicked and ran back into the castle and told Tristan I needed his help. He laughed, thinking that Brooke and I were playing a game. He was sure that was she hiding somewhere in the gardens and would jump out at us at any moment. Hours passed and there was no word from Brooke.
Tristan and I went back to where I had last seen her and re-traced our steps. That’s when I spotted the diamond bracelet I’d given her on our wedding night, lying on the ground. My worst suspicions confirmed; Brooke had been taken. I hid the pain I felt, I had to remain strong for her; if I let my guard down; I wouldn’t be any good for either of us. I had to find her and when I did, I would kill the mother fucker that took her.
The nights were the worst. I lay in bed alone with only thoughts of her. I missed her touch, her smell the way her lips brushed against mine. It was the only time I had to myself, time to think, remember, feel and cry. I had never loved anyone as much as I loved her and it was tearing my fucking heart apart not being with her.
***
I entered the office where Tristan and I had spent the last six months piecing together the evidence we’d gathered over the past year. Now that Stefan was no longer a suspect and had joined our team our focus had changed. I still didn’t like the asshole but he had resources available to him that we did not. All the evidence pointed to Thomas, the father that Brooke had grown up knowing. The guy was an asshole and nothing would have given me greater pleasure than to put a bullet in his head just for the way he treated her. Something was off though; it seemed all too easy to point the finger at him based on his actions of the past.
Stefan had been forthcoming in sharing information he had gathered over the years on Brooke’s family. He had joined the FBI fresh out of college and had been assigned a case that involved a young woman recovering from a tragic accident. He explained that the FBI didn’t normally get involved in cases as such but there was some chatter about young women who had come up missing in the area and her father had managed to get his hands on large sums of money. That’s what put Thomas Stone on the radar.
I didn’t disagree that Thomas was a dirt bag, but I didn’t think he was smart enough to pull so
mething off as complicated and deceitful as an underground sex ring. I was perplexed and needed to figure out who he had partnered with so I could solve this shit once and for all.
I waited as Tristan finished his conversation on the phone. One of his buddies still had deep family ties within the Russian mob and there had been some chatter about a Russian Prime Minister acquiring two new mistresses.
Alexi Borgchev was an informant for the Russian government who often used Tristan and mine’s services to track women that had been trafficked in the United States. I’d never personally met him but from phone conversations we had, I knew he was a good man.
Tristan hung up the phone and motioned for me to sit.
“You’re not going to like this man,” he said.
“What’s there to like about any of this shit Tristan?”
He nodded in agreement. “Alexi says there are two women who have just been placed with Prime Minister Kristof Constantine. He’s met them both.”
“Is it Brooke, Tristan?”
“He said he couldn’t be sure because they have changed the women’s identities and appearances.”
“Assholes.”
“Listen Dylan, I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m just going to put it out there.”
“Amber Martinelli is one of the women being held by Kristof.”
“Fuck! Someone needs to let Stefan know so the FBI can get to her.”
“He already knows Dylan.”
“How the fuck could he…unless,”
“Informants found her and another’s bodies early this morning just outside of Prague.”
“I don’t want to hear this,” I said standing.
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