I arrive in Ireland and spend two and a half months looking and waiting for her. She never shows at her home. Nigel says she went to Brazil but there are no flight records of her doing this. I finally have to get back to the states. While I’m there I buy a hotel chain and start an investigation firm. Angel comes over to head it up. I ask him to continue looking for her. She didn’t just drop off the map. Before I leave I go by her family estate but no one lives there or has even been there. I will find her, I have to.
Emily
Approximately Twelve Months Later
I’ve been in Ballyreddin Bennettsbridge Co., Kilkenny Ireland for the last ten months. When I first arrived I stayed in Derry, Ireland for a couple of months. My family went there once while on vacation when I was little. I loved it there. I knew I wouldn’t be found so easily. I didn’t want to be found. After some very shocking news I came to Kilkenny, to my family home, to try and start a life.
I refurbished the house and grounds. It’s a five bedroom, three bath house. Being here gives me nothing but good memories. It has a three bedroom cottage on the far side of the property that Brian, my grounds keeper and Colleen, his wife and my housekeeper live in. They have a nine year old son, Aedan and Fran, their twenty two year old niece and my assistant, living with them. I’ve talked to Uncle Nigel once since I left Bridgeport. He said Deep has been trying to find me. He wanted to know where I was. I begged him to tell him I was in Brazil where my mother was from. I ask him to say I was trying to come to terms with everything. This part was true. Uncle Nigel wanted to know why I didn’t want Deep to know where I was but I just left it hanging. I ask him to e-mail me if he needed me because I was getting a new phone and would have a new number. He e-mailed a few times with the specifics about the house and all the other family business. Nothing else about Deep. But I saw him every night in my dreams and every day in my daydreams. Uncle Nigel sold the house and family business. When everything was said, done and paid off I ended up with a little over two million dollars. This was much needed and it gave me a solid start for my new life.
I started a business called “Emmy Winners” and hired Colleen’s niece, Fran, as my assistant. The business is starting to do very well.
“Hey Emily are you up?” I hear Colleen call as she comes in.
“Yes I’m in here,” I reply. I’m exhausted. “I had another all-nighter.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” she says softly as she enters the nursery, “I told you to call and I’d come help.”
“I know but they just wanted to play. Now they want to sleep and so do I. They can but I can’t. I have all those orders to finish. Is Fran in the shop?”
“Yes. She’s packing up some of the orders that are ready to be shipped out. I’ll start coffee and breakfast. Do me a favor will you?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“It’s only seven thirty in the morning. Let Fran pack up all that’s ready and you sleep for a couple of hours. I got the babies. They’ll sleep till ten or longer anyway. This would make me happy.”
“I’m so tempted, but I don’t know, there is so much to do.”
“It’ll get done Em, I promise. Brian has Aedan with him, he went into town for them both a haircut. They’ll drop by his mums and mine before they return. It will be quiet around here for a rare time.”
“Okay you sold me,” I reply smiling, “I’ll go lay down. But please don’t let me sleep any longer than two hours.”
“I won’t and when you wake I’ll have breakfast for you okay?”
“Okay.”
I check the babies again before going across the hall to my room and pushing the door up. I never close it. As I reach to turn on the baby monitor Colleen walks in and takes it. She walks out waving it at me over her shoulder, shaking her head and laughing.
I laugh as I lay down. Soon my eyes get heavy and I nod out. The familiar dream comes.
“You’re about three months pregnant,” the doctor says, “I want to do an ultrasound to be certain of how far along.”
“Pregnant?” I ask in shock, “How?”
“Have you ever had sex?” the doctor ask in a puzzled but child tolerating voice.
“Yes, once, but no more,” I reply.
“Well once is all it takes,” she says with a look of non-belief on her face. I guess being twenty three and an American makes her think I should be a lot more seasoned. “If it is just once we can tell you almost to the day when to expect your baby’s arrival.” She does just that. She tells me how far along and what to expect. I tell her I will be living in KilKenny.
“Can you give me the name of a good OB doctor in or very near KilKenny? That’s where my family home is. I’ll be going there from here.”
“Yes I’ll get you her number and address. I’ll have my assistant set you an appointment while you get dressed. I’ll send my findings with you and she’ll do your work-up there. Good luck.”
I leave in shock. Should I call Deep and tell him he is to be a father? He probably won’t remember me now. I remember him and now I will remember him all my life.
I roll over and slowly open my eyes. I can’t sleep any longer. I still remember his touch. His mouth on me. His deep rumbling voice. Those piercing blue eyes. I knew this man two days and I miss him like I would miss breathing. I feel as if I have known him a lifetime. At first I thought it was because I was pregnant. Now I think it’s because he is in my soul and I just miss him. I miss the undeniable connection we had in such a short period of time. Colleen says we are old souls bound together for eternity. In every life we are given. I felt loved, cherished, and protected. But he also made love to me and disappeared before I woke up. He treated me like some sort of whore.
I sit up in bed and decide to get up and get dressed. After taking a shower I walk across the hall and peek at the twins. They’re sleeping peacefully. I head to the kitchen.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Still dreaming about your man?” Colleen asks. I confided in her one evening when I missed Deep so much I ached more than usual. I told her about only knowing him for only two days and loving him like I knew him a lifetime. How I remember every single thing about him. I can still feel his hands and lips on me. I remember how he smells. How he taste. How he feels. How can that be?
“He is not my man,” I reply huffily, “he is just the father of the twins. But yes the dream was about him. I don’t know what to do. It’s like he’s imbedded in my soul.”
“Listen to me Em,” Colleen says quietly as she pours me a cup of coffee and sits it in front of me on the counter, “If you’re lucky enough to find the love that was made for you it doesn’t take but a heartbeat to know it. I think Deep is that for you. I see that scrap book you keep for the babies. You download everything. I also saw how you cried when you saw the pictures of him with his so called “love interest.” You don’t do all that over a mere acquaintance. You heart loves what your heart loves. Your soul feeds off of who fills it.”
I take the coffee and sit at the breakfast table. Colleen prepares breakfast as she continues to talk.
“My mom and I talk and we both think you should contact him. He is the daidi (daddy) to those babes. He has a right to know.”
Fran walks in at this moment.
“Hey I got all the orders packed and processed for shipping,” she says, “You have twenty necklaces to finish and we can get those shipped.”
“Oh okay. Thanks Fran. I can get those finished today. It’s just minor tweaking. Anything come in while I was trying to sleep?”
“Yes you received a new order for twenty four of the Drakon men’s chain and I.D. bracelets and twenty four Devyn dainty diamond chains and bracelets to match. They want them all one of a kind. Remember you have that trip to London on Wednesday. I think it’s cool the store wants you there to promote your jewelry. A mid-morning promotion at the store then a gala by invitation only to celebrate you that night. Before you say anything I agreed you would be there because you haven’t be
en away from the twins since they were born. You need a little me time. They are six months old in two weeks. You will only be gone two days.”
“Okay. Alright already,” I laugh with my hands up, “I’m going and now we’re going to get to work.”
“Uh boss,” Fran says laughing, “I’ve been at work for three hours already.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” I laugh, “take a break I’ll get to work. See you out in the shop.”
“I love you both,” I say to the twins and kiss them each as I prepare to drive to Dublin where I’ll catch a plane to London. “Be good.” I get in another long lingering hug and then I jump in the car and drive before I change my mind.
I cry all the way to the airport in Dublin. I miss my babies. Damn that Fran. I will hire a nanny so I can bring them with me on these trips.
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I arrive in London at six in the evening. I’m staying at the Milestone hotel and apartments. It’s gorgeous. I get checked in and order room service. The shop I’m visiting is footing the bill and they spared no expense. I get unpacked and take a shower. My dinner is delivered and I sit at the dining table at the open windows. It has an awesome view of Kensington Palace. After I finish dinner with a single glass of wine I turn soft music on and stretch out on the couch with a book. It’s been months since I’ve been able to sit and read.
The next day I go to the meet and greet at the jewelry store. It was a huge success. There were a lot of people there. I thought it would be just a few in and out. There was a steady stream for the two hours I was there. Massive orders were taken and I envision all the work I’ll have to do. The whole time I’m here I feel strange. As if someone is watching me. I don’t see anything out of the norm, it’s just a feeling. When I think about it I realize I’ve had this feeling for about two weeks.
Robert, the store manager, asks if he could escort me to the gala. He seems to be a very nice guy. Extremely good looking. A bit stuffy, and a little too forward but I say yes, why not? It’s work to me. He says he’ll pick me up at six thirty this evening. I leave the shop and head to an exclusive boutique/spa where I am pampered. I get the full treatment from head to toe and find the perfect dress and shoes for the Gala. It’s around five in the evening. Time to get back to the hotel and get dressed. The Gala starts at seven.
I’m standing in the bedroom of my suite looking at my reflection in the mirror. I am stunned. I have curves in the right places. My waist is back to small. My breasts are larger but they sit perfect. My hair is still long but cut in a layered style that flows down my back. I am wearing a nude color Tony Bowl’s evening gown. It has a plunging V neckline that ends at the fitted high waist with long sheer sleeves. It’s backless down to the waist except where it connects across the back neckline. It has a sleek fit all the way down to the sweep train. Showing off all my curves in a very pleasing way. I’m wearing a delicate diamond bracelet with matching chandelier earrings from the Devyn “I feel feminine collection” and a diamond cocktail ring from the Drakon “For Her” collection and Deep’s watch. I never part with it. I have on spaghetti strap nude four inch heels. My five foot six inch self looks awesome. I have my mother’s cute perk nose and full perfectly shaped lips and my father’s deep aqua blue eyes that sparkle set perfectly in my face. I was blessed with naturally arched eyebrows and long thick lashes that curl just right. I have on more make-up than normal but still light.
There’s a knock at the door. I hurry to answer. Not wanting to keep Robert waiting and wanting to get it all over with.
“You look gorgeous,” Robert says as I open the door, “Wow, I’m going to be the envy of every man there.”
“Why thank you sir,” I say with a flirty smile, “You look handsome yourself.”
“Thank you. Are you ready to leave? You are the person of honor.”
“Yes I’m ready.”
We arrive at the venue and there are a lot of people here already. As our car pulls up I notice someone watching us. We exit and the reporters start flashing the cameras and I lose sight of them. It was only a glimpse but a very familiar glimpse.
“This is Ms. Emily Barton,” Robert announces to the reporters, “She is the genius behind “Emmy Winners” jewelry. They are one of a kind like her, very stunning and rare in beauty.” He leans forward and kisses me gently on the cheek. I look at him and he smiles and winks.
“I want them all to know you are with me and hopefully that will be for more than just tonight.”
I give him a weak smile but say nothing. He doesn’t make my heart race. He takes my arm and steers me into the party. It is beautiful. A lot of my jewelry is on display in cases where they can be bid on and bought tonight. I’m introduced to a lot of important people in the jewelry business. I still have this eerie feeling I’m being watched. When the cocktail hour is over we move to the dining hall for dinner. Robert has started to really bother me. He is continuously putting his arm around me. Trailing his finger down my arm. Once he slid his finger down my spine. I nearly vomited. It felt so wrong. I excuse myself and go to the powder room. I stand against the stall pulling myself together. I call home and check on the twins and tell Colleen about Robert and how he is not doing it for me.
“He’s not Deep,” she says quietly.
“I know,” I reply sadly, “Gotta go. Kiss the twins for me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I step out of the powder room and turn to walk back to the dining hall when I feel it. Before my mind can adjust my arm is grabbed. I know who it is, even before I look up.
“Deep,” I say breathlessly.
Coming soon………………….
Deep finds Emily and more than he knew. He has to figure out how to trust her and her trust him while keeping them all safe. Their nights are filled with passion and her learning his way of lovemaking. Come join them in the five installments on the road to forever love.
It will be filled with love, sex and danger.
D.E.E.P. CHOICES
“Wrong Ones for the Not So Right Reasons”
Book Two
By Vernistene Dulin
D.E.E.P
“Angel it’s been months and you still haven’t seen her?” I asks over the phone as I stand in my office in Baltimore, “How can she just disappear? We know Nigel had some sort of contact with her. Then it all just stopped. All her old email accounts are closed. She has a new number but not in her name or any name she is associated with. Do you think she went in hiding? Could someone have threatened her?”
“Deep, calm down man,” Angel mutters, “We have this conversation every week. Let me talk.”
“Okay, but if anyone has harmed one hair on her head or threatened her in any way they will be a memory to their mother.”
“I know man but listen. I made it out to her place myself. It’s a beautiful spot. Really a home you know?”
“Out with it Angel,” I say starting to lose my patience, “I don’t need to hear the chit chat.”
“Anyway.” Angel says as he continues, “the fool we hired to keep an eye on the place and keep us updated told us it had a new owner but neglected to get the name of the owner. It’s her. It was changed from her grandfather’s name to hers. He never checked that out. He just assumed the new owner was someone else. He lied when I ask him if he checked it out. She’s had the place updated I was told. I finally caught a glimpse of her. She’s still gorgeous but for whatever reason she’s more developed in the right way. Sorry man I mean she was just so damn fine I had to tell you”
I growl.
“Okay, there is someone living on the property with her. I couldn’t get answers from him.”
“Him?” I ask in a very low calm but deadly voice, “What. Him?”
“Not like that,” Angel clarifies quickly, “He’s her grounds keeper. I do know his wife, son and niece live there. I couldn’t get anyone to tell me anything specific about her except there are a couple of guys trying to get her attention.
I growl again and
ask has she dated anyone.
“No. I did ask that and got an answer from the assistant, a nice piece of work herself, she told me if I was interested to get in line because there were a few in front of me but her heart belonged to someone in America. I followed the assistant, who by the way is the niece of the housekeeper, to the post office. I helped her with her packages and saw they were all going to a Jewelry store in London. I also learned that her boss/friend was going there because she made the most awesome jewelry in the world and she was doing a meet and greet Friday and returning home on Saturday.”
“I’ll be in London in the morning and Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t take so long to tell me what I really want to know. I love ya man but when it comes to her I need to know like yesterday. Fire the idiot before I get there or I may hurt him.”
“Got it. Sorry bro. See you tomorrow.”
I have my secretary call and tell my pilots I’ll need the plane tonight. We’re headed to England.
I call the guys together and let them know we have eyes on her and I’m headed to London. We discuss what we have on the people who killed her family. It’s more to it than a home invasion. It runs deep. We’ve been infiltrating their organization for the last six months. Her dad was into some shit that got his family killed. They also didn’t get what they were after so she may still be in danger.
Deacon is coming with me. Jim drives us to the airport and we head out.
London
We land in London and immediately go to the hotel. Emily left about twenty minutes before we got there. Angel briefs us on what’s been happening. She’s staying in one of my newly acquired hotels. I had Angel start negotiations for purchase of the jewelry store this morning. Covering all bases.
We change and head to the Gala. As we arrive I scan the floor for her. My eyes land on my heart. She looks around as if she’s looking for someone. I step in the shadows. She is more beautiful than I remember. She looks a lot more mature and seasoned. She’s with some prick but she won’t be for long. I stand in the shadows and watch as they move around meeting people. Deacon and Angel mingle. I need to know who the prick is she’s with. If he touches her one more time I won’t need to know. He’ll be a memory sooner than later. Damn my baby looks good. She is more developed in the right places like Angel said. Something he needs not to say again. My dick gets hard just looking at her. She’s headed to the bathroom. I move to that area and wait. When she goes in I ease to the door. As I am about to enter I hear her talking. Her voice massages my soul. She must be on the phone. Oh the guy she’s with is getting on her nerves like he’s getting on mine. She says something odd about kissing the twins for her. The groundskeeper and his wife must have twins. Angel must have misunderstood. Although that would be a first. She sounds sad as she hangs up.
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