“Don’t talk about my daughter.” I can feel the heat rising to my head instantly. Just hearing the mention of her in his voice makes my blood boil. He waves his hand. I take a deep breath. “You know I had nothing to do with this,” I tell him.
“I know. It’s unfortunate, but someone has to take the fall. When that receptionist started snooping around she got too close to the truth. They’ll follow the evidence and go straight to you. So here we are. The handsome, mysterious doctor who keeps to himself turned out to be a fraud and an embezzler.”
“You’re a snake, you know that Stuart? You’re going to blame me for something that you did, and ruin my life and my daughter’s.”
Stuart shrugs. “That’s life.”
My whole body is tingling and I don’t know if it’s adrenaline or rage. I look at him, eyes burning.
“I just have one more question, Stuart. Why? Why did you do this?”
“It’s not why, Elliot. It’s why not. Melodie came to me with a proposition to make us both rich, and I took it. It would be stupid not to.” He checks his watch. “Anyways, your time is up.”
He stands up and straightens his white doctor’s overcoat and opens my door. He glances down the hallway and then back at me, holding the door open and stepping out of the way.
“He’s in here, boys,” he calls out down the hallway. My heart leaps to my throat and I stand up, grabbing my phone and putting it in my pocket. I’m cornered, like a caged animal. There’s nowhere for me to go. I can feel the hot blood pumping in my veins.
Then they start streaming in. I’m surrounded by armed officers.
“Elliot Davis?” the one in charge asks. I gulp.
“That’s me.”
“We’re going to need you at the police station. Grab him, boys.”
I close my eyes and brace myself for the hands on me. This is it, this is the end. Emma told me they would come for me, and Stuart confirmed it. But the officer’s hands don’t touch me. Instead, I hear the man’s voice again.
“Stuart Yates, you’re under arrest for embezzlement, fraud, and money laundering.” I open my eyes and see Stuart surrounded by police officers, hands behind his back, pinned to the wall as they handcuff him. Stuart starts protesting, yelling and struggling against the officer. The officer continues. “You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say might be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you…”
I’m in shock. My eyes drift down the hallway and I see Emma standing near the entrance. Our eyes lock and I feel my heart swell in my chest. She did this. She did this for me, and for Gracie.
Chapter 63 - Emma
I don’t even have the chance to get near Elliot. They whisk him away and me in separate vehicles, bringing us to the station. I ride with the lead detective in his unmarked car, and Elliot takes his own vehicle.
The next few hours are a flurry of activity. They separate Elliot and I into different interrogation rooms, with Dr. Yates taken to yet another one. The detective asks me a thousand questions and gets me to confirm and re-confirm my story. They just keep asking me question after question after question. Soon I don’t know who’s under investigation anymore.
I ask them for my purse and I pull out the papers from the lining of my purse and hand them to the detective.
“What’s this?” he asks.
“It’s what you asked for. The proof of her connection. The information I gave you last night is proven by this document. She was laundering money through the practice, I found her file in Dr. Yates’ office. I expect he was keeping it there to protect himself.”
The detective smiles at me and shakes my hand. “We’ve been trying to nail this woman for months. Your testimony and this paperwork will be the nail in the coffin. We had the money in her accounts, but we couldn’t tell where it was coming from. This is the missing link.”
He stands up and opens the door for me.
“I think we have everything we need for tonight. Thank you for your help, Miss Thompson.”
I get up to leave, and just as I walk out the door I hear her sickly sweet voice. I watch as two detectives escort her past me towards the room I just stepped out of. Her eyes shoot daggers towards me, lips curled up into an ugly snarl.
“You,” she spits as she walks by. “I should never have let you out of my sight.”
I say nothing, only step aside and let her pass. They close the door on her and lock it, and I see through the one-way glass as she slumps on the chair, head in hand. Victor’s not far behind, tossing and grappling with the officers as they drag him across the room.
Another officer rushes over.
“Boss! Check this out!” They turn away from me, forgetting I’m there. I look over, trying to see what he’s holding. Elliot’s voice drifts out of their huddle.
“Why? Why did you do this?”
And then Dr. Yates’ voice comes through, clear as day:
“It’s not why, Elliot. It’s why not. She came to me with a proposition to make us both rich, and I took it. It would be stupid not to.”
The realisation dawns on me and I feel like I’m walking on air. He recorded them! I couldn’t get a confession out of him, I didn’t even have a chance to talk to Elliot but he got one on his own! The police officers laugh and clap each other on the back. The detective turns towards me, smiling from ear to ear.
“With your and Dr. Davis’ help this is going to be an open/shut case. We got them.”
He extends his hand towards me and pumps my arm vigorously. He’s grinning non-stop, and I can’t help but smile with him.
Then, I look over his shoulder and see Elliot. He walks out of one of the rooms and drags his fingers through his hair. He looks exhausted, and relieved. Our eyes lock across the police station and suddenly my feet have a mind of their own. In seconds I’m flying across the room towards him.
He opens his arms and I run into them, colliding with his broad chest. I inhale his scent, burying my head in his neck. The sobs start in my stomach and erupt in my throat as he holds me.
He’s OK.
Gracie is OK.
We’re OK.
I melt into his arms and I know I never want to let him out of my sight again.
Chapter 64 - Elliot
“I was a bit disappointed they didn’t let us ride in a police cruiser on the way to the station,” Emma says to me. I chuckle.
“I don’t want to see the back of a police car, ever. And I definitely don’t want to see you in the back of one.”
The adrenaline is still pumping in my veins as we make our way to my house. Once we park outside, I turn to Emma. I can’t wait any longer , I put a hand on her cheek and pull her into me. Our lips collide and she grabs my face, my neck, my hair, pulling me closer to her. I’ve never felt a kiss so passionate and so real.
Our lips crush together and our tongues find each other. I can’t get enough of her. I’ve missed her smell, her touch, her taste. After what seems like an instant she pulls away, putting both hands on either side of my face. Her eyes are shining bright.
“Elliot, I…” I shake my head slowly and she falls silent.
“Not now. Let’s just get through this and then we can talk. I don’t want to ruin this moment.”
She nods, and places another soft kiss on my lips. We linger like that for a moment, and then fall apart and get out of my car. I jog around the front of the car to her side, extending my hand to her. She slips her fingers in between mine and we walk into the house together, as one. How we should be.
I open the front door and take a deep breath, turning to Emma. My hands roam all over her curves as we fall inside the door. She’s here, and she’s mine. All mine. I close the door and lock it, pushing her up against it and pressing my lips against hers. My cock is throbbing in my p
ants already, but all I want to do right now is taste her kiss.
Emma’s arms are around my neck as she responds to my kiss, pushing her body up against mine. Her breasts are round and soft, pressed up against my chest. I can feel her nipples through both our shirts, they’re hard as rock. The feeling of them pressing into me sends a shiver straight to my cock.
My hands are all over her. I run my fingers up and down her sides, around to her back and down to her ass before feeling my way back up to tangle my fingers in her hair. I can’t get enough of her.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Emma says as she looks me deep in the eye. I nod.
We stumble upstairs and I bring her to my bedroom. She pushes me gently, backing me into the bed. Once I’m there I fall backwards and Emma gets up on top of me, straddling my hips with her legs. She sits up and looks down at me, hands on my chest, stroking me gently. I bring my hands to her ass and feel the warmth of her body. My eyes close and I shiver in contentment.
“Elliot,” Emma says slowly. I open my eyes to see her looking at me. Her eyes are bright, shining like two stars on her face. She’s almost glowing. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” It’s a whisper, I can hardly hear it, but the words sends a thrill straight through me. My face cracks into a smile and I grab her, flipping her over so I’m laying on top of her. She yelps and giggles and I cover her face and neck in kisses. My heart is singing, I feel like my chest is going to explode. My lips find hers and they tangle together, locked in an endless kiss.
Finally I pull myself back and look at this beautiful woman in the eye.
“I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you Emma. Since you covered yourself in water and steam from the coffee machine I’ve been all yours. I’m never letting you go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she responds, and I dip my head back down to kiss her tenderly.
Our bodies melt into each other like they were made for one another. Her hands find the buttons of my shirt and it’s like a switch flicks. We both start frantically undress each other. I need to feel her skin against mine, I need to feel her body under my hands, to taste her tits and feel her wetness.
Her skirt comes off with one tug and I wrap my arms around her to unclasp her bra. Within moments we’re both naked. My cock is rock hard, ready for her. She lays on the bed in front of me and bites her lip seductively. It sends a thrill straight to my groin and my cock pulses with every heartbeat.
I’m the luckiest man in the world.
Chapter 65 - Emma
Looking at Elliot makes my whole body hum with desire. He looks amazing, and he’s mine. His muscular chest looks broad and strong, and his abs are chiseled to perfection. My eyes drift down towards his hard cock and I feel a quiver pass through me. I want nothing more than to feel him drive it into me, from tip to hilt.
He watches me with his eyes half-closed and I feel like a goddess laying in front of him. The adoration in his eyes is making me wild.
He loves me.
He’s loved me from the start.
I spread my legs tentatively and bring my knees up, letting my hand travel down my chest towards my mound. Elliot exhales gently as I toy with my lips, using my other hand to massage my breast. I’ve never touched myself in front of someone else and it feels so dirty but so, so hot. My hand explores between my legs and I watch as Elliot licks his lips, transfixed by me.
Elliot’s hand grips his thick cock and he starts gently pumping his shaft, up and down. It’s mesmerizing to watch. My own hand dips into my slit, feeling the wetness that’s already gathered between my folds. I close my eyes gently, letting my lips fall open as my fingers circle my bud, sending tiny shivers down my legs.
It feels so right to be doing this with him. To be completely open, unashamed, totally vulnerable in front of him. We are one.
My hand moves faster, circling my clit with more intensity. I moan gently, unable to contain myself. My hand is sending warmth through my entire body, but more than that, Elliot’s gaze as he watches me is turning me on fiercely. His hand speeds up, jerking himself off as he watches me. It’s exhilarating, having him watch me do this. It makes every touch feel ten times as sensitive.
“Emma,” he says, and then pauses. He grunts and I slide my fingers down towards my opening. His mouth opens to a small ‘o’ as I slip two fingers smoothly inside. My walls grip down on my fingers with a strength that even surprises me. He groans as he watches my fingers slide in and out. My wetness is complete.
I slide my fingers out and bring them up to my mouth. Elliot groans again as I touch my wet fingers to my lips, darting my tongue out to taste my own juices. I close my eyes and slide both fingers into my mouth, inch by inch. I can hear Elliot’s breath getting faster, shallower and more ragged as he watches me lick my fingers clean.
Finally I feel his hands on my body. He grabs my thighs and spreads them wider, running his hand down closer to my slit. His fingers find my opening and slide in, and he reaches for my most sensitive spot. Electric heat explodes inside me as he touches me, teasing me closer and closer to orgasm.
“I want you,” I pant. “I want your cock.”
He grunts again and reaches towards his pants for a condom.
“No,” I almost yell. “I want to feel you.” The surprise on his face is obvious, but it quickly turns to animalistic desire.
He doesn’t wait for me to say it again. His hands are all over my legs, spreading them wider. I can feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and my heartbeat quickens. My breath is coming faster and faster. He glances up at my face and then pushes himself inside me.
My head falls back as his cock enters me. I can feel every inch of it, the heat of his skin, the slight friction as he slides inside for the first time. It’s slow, controlled, but he plunges himself inside me deeper than ever before. My walls stretch to accommodate him and I groan as he stretches me wider, filling me up completely with his cock.
Elliot’s face is pure ecstasy. He leans down, pressing his body against mine and our lips collide in a passionate kiss. I want to devour him. I want every inch of his skin against mine, every inch of his cock inside me. He drives his cock into my harder and harder and I moan in response. It’s never felt so good.
His hands are all over me, tangling into my hair and pulling my head back as he covers my neck in kisses. He grabs my breasts, pinching my nipple and sending sparks straight down towards my centre. Every touch is sizzling on my skin, every thrust sends fire into my core.
I buck my hips towards him, wanting more, more, more. He gives it to me, driving his cock into me deeper. I’m filled, I’m in complete bliss. The pleasure coursing through my veins is like the heat of a thousand suns as I sprint closer and closer to the edge.
One more thrust and I’m hurling into the abyss. My body is no longer my own. His hands grip my waist, my neck, pulling me into him as his cock grinds further into me. My blood is pure fire and the electricity coursing through me makes every muscle in my body contract at once.
I’m screaming, screaming his name, screaming for more as my orgasm rips me in half. And then, at my peak, I feel his cock get hotter and harder and bigger inside me. His seed pulses into me as he shudders and convulses with me. Every thrust fills me more and more until our orgasms finally subside.
He collapses on top of me, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat and musk. My chest is heaving as I struggle to catch my breath.
“Elliot….”
I can’t even finish my sentence. He chuckles deeply and shifts his weight off me before finding my lips for one more kiss. We fall apart and lay motionless on the bed for a second, a minute, an eternity. Time has no meaning.
All that matters is his fingers intertwined in mine, his leg thrown over my leg, his breath washing over me and his heart beating with mine.
All that matters is him, and me, together.
Chapter 66 - Elliot
Emma is smil
ing at me, eyelids heavy as she recovers from her orgasm.
“I love you,” I tell her again. I can’t help myself. I want to tell her again and again, and never let her out of my sight. She grins.
“I love you too. It feels good to say it.”
She crawls closer to me and I wrap her in my arms. I bury my face in her curls and breathe in deeply. I trail my fingers down her arms and gently touch the raw skin at her wrists. She winces gently.
“What happened to you? When you were gone for those three days?” I ask gently. She still hasn’t told me, and the marks on her wrists and ankles are as red as ever. I feel her stiffen in my arms and I run my fingers up and down her spine until she relaxes. She takes a deep breath and starts talking.
“Remember when I told you about my dad? How he died of a heart attack three months ago? Well, shortly after he died I got a visit from a guy. Turns out my dad owed a lot of money to some pretty scummy people.”
My hand pauses from its movement up and down her spine. She takes another breath and keeps going.
“I got a visit from this guy a few days after my dad passed. Guy with a big scar on his face, telling me about my dad’s debts. He had photos, proof. Said he’d ruin my dad’s reputation and come after my friends if I didn’t pay.”
“Victor..” I breathe. I remember him, the muscle that followed Melodie around whenever she was doing business.
“Yeah, Victor. Well he kept coming to see me. My plan was to make an impression at the practice, and get a reference from Dr. Yates so I could be approved for a big loan. That way I’d still have debt but at least it wouldn’t come with threats against me and everyone I cared about. I don’t know if that would have worked. I don’t know if they would have left me alone after that but it’s the only thing I could think to do.”
She shifts her weight and looks up at me. Her eyes are watering, I can see the tears building up and spilling over as she talks.
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