by T L Swan
Brock thinks that Peter falsely promised the girls protection in lieu of sex.
A crime that may never be proven. There is no proof. All the girls involved are dead now.
They weren’t protected at all.
“I just can’t believe that Cole was responsible for everything,” I say quietly.
“He’s blackmailed millions of dollars from wealthy businessmen and murdered thirteen innocent people,” Brock says. “Wendy Woo had secretly taped Cole threatening her if she didn’t blackmail another client, and he confessed to the other murders by telling her she would be next. Scared for her life she went to Chancellor, a man she trusted, and he had converted the file and put it onto a memory stick for her to hand into the police. But it never got there because she didn’t know who she could trust in the police department.” Brock side-eyes Peter again. Peter drops his head in shame. “So many innocent people died for no reason other than money,” Brock adds.
I frown as I listen. “At least Chancellor’s children know that he didn’t commit suicide,” I whisper. “And his wife knows everything now?” I ask Brock.
“Yeah, but she isn’t telling anyone the gory details, only that he was murdered. She doesn’t want his name dragged through the mud or his children to know that he had anything to do with those types of women,” Brock says. “How people can carry through with such atrocities for money is beyond me.” He stares down at me. I pick up his hand to kiss the back of it and he brushes the hair back from my forehead.
I smile up at him, and he bends and kisses me softly. “But you’re safe and that’s all I care about.
Brock
“I’m going to get going, Tull,” Peter eventually says.
“Okay.” She smiles softly. “Thanks for coming.”
He nods and smiles my way. I clench my jaw and watch him leave. Tully and her mother begin to talk among themselves.
“I’m just going to the bathroom, babe,” I tell her.
“Okay.” Tully smiles and turns her attention back to her mother.
I walk out into the corridor and follow Peter down to the parking lot.
I’m furious.
For how he treated Tully.
For how he treated the girls who were murdered.
For his blatant lack of respect for women and their rights.
It’s about time someone taught him a lesson. That person will be me.
He walks down through the main doors and out into the parking lot. It’s dark and there aren’t many people are around. Peter weaves in and out the cars until he gets to his. He opens the door, and I walk up to him and get in his face.
“W-what are you doing?” he stutters.
“So, you think it’s fair game to force yourself on Tully, do you?” I growl.
His face falls. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t act dumb,” I snap before I punch him hard in the stomach. He doubles over in pain, coughing and winded by my hit. He stands slowly, and I hit him square in the jaw. He staggers back, his body slamming into the car. “That’s for Tully,” I snap. He falls forward and I hit him again. “And that’s for the way you treat women, you piece of fucking shit,” I growl.
“Stop it!” he wails. “Don’t hit me again. Please.” He holds his hands up over his face like a coward.
I roll my eyes and grab him by the throat. He coughs as I cut off his air supply. “You step one foot out of line again, and I will fucking break your neck, just like I promised.”
He whimpers. “I won’t, I promise.”
I throw him back and he hits his car with a thud, his body sliding down it onto the ground. I glare at him, watching as he cowers in fear, and then I walk back inside the hospital before I really hurt him. I would love to, believe me.
Yellow-bellied fucking sleazebag.
Twelve months later
I lie on the deckchair between the ocean and the pool and feel the sun’s warmth on my skin. Brock and I are at our favourite destination. The place we fell in love. The Halekulani in Waikiki. I bought this trip for him as a surprise for his birthday a few months ago.
It’s been a hard twelve months.
Brock has had major trust issues with me, and has been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It took him five months for him to be able to tell me that he loved me again after I broke his heart when I left him.
Stubborn man.
I moved in after a month at my insistence. Even though I knew he loved me, he just couldn’t say it out loud for some reason.
I hurt him a lot more than I realised.
Brock is lying on his back on his deckchair. His eyes are closed, and he’s wearing a black pair of board shorts.
I smile as I watch him. He’s tanned now, his big body rippled with those muscles I love so much. How I ever got a man this delicious, I’ll never know.
“I was thinking, Pock,” he mutters with his eyes closed.
I smirk. “Did it hurt?”
He smiles up at the sun. “A bit.”
I reach out and take his hand in mine, but he pulls his away. “I’m not lying here holding hands like a schoolboy.” He frowns.
Such a Brock thing to say. “What were you thinking?” I sigh happily.
“I was thinking we should maybe get married.”
My eyes snap open. “What?” I lean up to rest on my elbow and face him. “What did you just say?”
He opens his eyes just a little bit, and he smirks over at me. “I was wondering if you wanted to be Queen Pussy Porridge instead of just a Princess.”
My mouth falls open in shock. “Brock Marx! Are you… proposing?”
He gives me a breathtaking smile, full of hope and love and so much promise. “I was simply offering you a promotion.”
I giggle. “You really need to work on your romantic material. That proposal was appalling.”
He smiles and reaches over to take my hand in his. He kisses the back of it.
“But then you wouldn’t like me,” he says quietly.
I’ll never admit it out loud, but Brock being Brock is the most romantic thing in the world to me. I love that he doesn’t try to be something he’s not.
I move to lie down on the deckchair beside him. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead.
“So, what do you say?” He smiles down at me.
I kiss his lips and smile goofily. “Position accepted, what’s the rate of pay?”
Five years later
I sit on the park bench and watch Brock push Kaia on the swing.
She’s two and the apple of his eye. He dotes on her.
We’re married and I’m four months pregnant and I never knew a deep sated happiness like this existed.
Our house is fully renovated and we just bought a farm a couple of hours out of Sydney to go to on the weekends. Simon is in remission and married to Penny and they have a son named Cooper.
I smile as I watch Kaia squeal with glee as Brock pushes her higher and higher into the air.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if her pushed her off and she went flying in the mud headfirst?” Meredith says from her seat beside me.
I giggle. “No Meredith, it would not.”
Thank you so much for your continued support, it means so much.
I can’t let go of Tully and Brock just yet, so I will be writing an extended epilogue.
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Read on for a taste of my next book, due out in Feb 2019
and an excerpt of Dr Stanton.
COMING SOON
early 2019
Nathan Mercer, the only man in my life.
Unfortunately, he’s my best friend and best friends don’t fuck, so I heard.
Ten years ago, we started at the same company on the same day.
With nobody else to rely on, we quickly became best friends.
And while Nathan went on to rule New York, I’m still with the same company doing the same job.
We finish each other’s sentences, we spend Christmas
together and he sleeps at my house more than his.
In another life, he’s probably my soul mate.
But lately things have changed, he’s started looking at me differently.
His eyes drop to my lips as I speak.
His spooning is tighter…but I don’t know what the hell is going on or if I’m imagining it.
Because I always thought my Nathan was gay.
And so did he…….
DR STANTON
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Vegas
1OAK Nightclub
I frown as the man covered in perspiration tries to cling to me. Oh, for Heaven's sake. “Do you mind?” I rip my arm from his grip. The music is pumping and I’m waiting at the bar.
“Not at all,” he slurs.
Oh God. My eyes flicker over to my group of friends and I watch as they all smile and raise their glasses to me in jest. Damn them. This bachelorette weekend away is reminding me why I am eternally single. I fake a smile. Bitches.
“I mean it, baby. Let’s dance.”
I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m waiting for someone so you should probably run along.”
“Who?” he asks. Give up, you pushy bastard.
A tall and dark haired, handsome guy walks past, and I quickly grab him by the arm. He frowns as he turns back toward us.
“Erm… This guy. “I smirk.
The creepy guy frowns and curls his lip to check out his competition.
My eyes scan up and down the man I’ve just grabbed.
Oh, he’s gorgeous. I timed that well.
The guy raises an eyebrow as his eyes flick between the other guy and me.
“This is my husband.” I smile as I link my arm through his. He looks like he could be nice. I’m sure he’ll save me.
The tall guy raises an eyebrow in surprise and smiles. “And you are my… wife?” he questions.
I nod. “Uh-huh.” Oh boy, don’t blow my cover.
Mr. Tall dark and handsome turns his gaze onto the man before us as he snakes his arm around my waist. “I see you’ve met my gorgeous wife then?”
I narrow my eyes as I listen to his voice. I think he’s Australian.
The creepy guy narrows his eyes. “You don’t know him.” He sneers. “I don’t believe you.”
Mr. Tall dark and handsome smirks and leans over, grabbing the back of my head before he pulls me towards him. His tongue rims my lips and he sucks on my mouth. His tongue takes no prisoners as it swirls deeper into my mouth.
What the frigging hell?
His hand drops to my behind and he squeezes the cheek in his hand. Oh my God, this was not in the brochure.
He pulls away and licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts then back up to my face.
I fake a smile as my mind goes totally blank. “Huh.” My eyes glance back at the other guy as I lick my lips. Holy crap. What kind of kiss was that? “Umm.”
Mr. Tall dark and handsome takes my hand in his. “Fuck off, mate. She’s with me.” He then pulls me by the hand through the crowd. What, wait! Where are we going? I look over at my friends who are all high fiving each other over my random kiss with Mr. Holy Hot. Should I just pull out of his grip? What the hell for? This guy is freaking delicious. Oh shit. We arrive at his group of friends and he puts his arm around my waist to pull my body close to his.
“Boys,” he calls to his large group of friends. “You will be pleased to know I just got married on my way back from the bar. Please meet my new wife.”
Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh.
“Hello.” They all smile.
“Nice to meet you,” one man replies as he shakes my hand.
I smirk as my fake husband’s fingers tighten around my waist.”
“About time,” another guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations, mate. What’s your wife’s name?”
His eyes flick to me as he thinks before he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.”
I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”
His friends all look me up and down, smiling before then going back to their conversation as if this exchange is a common occurrence.
His eyes drop to my breasts again.
“My eyes are up here,” I tell him. He can’t even pretend not to stare.
He picks up his beer and drinks it. “So?”
I frown, of all the nerve. “So… you keep looking at my boobs.”
“You noticed?”
My mouth drops open. “Well, yeah. I’m not imagining it.”
He smirks as he sips his beer. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
His friend returns with a tray of drinks. “Murph,” he calls. “Come meet Bloss.”
His friend raises his eyebrows. “Hello.” He smiles as he shakes my hand and passes me a drink.
“Thank you.” I smile gratefully. I look between the six men he is with. These guys are all gorgeous… and cultured. Expensive suits and clothes. I glance back at my friends on the other side of the bar and I bite my bottom lip. I’ll just have this drink and then go back over to them. It can’t possibly hurt to have one drink.
His friend turns back to the other men, while tall dark and handsome’s eyes drop to my breasts again.
“What are you doing?” I shake my head.
“Imagining.”
I raise a brow. “Imagining what?”
“How those tits are going to look around my cock tonight while I fuck them.”
My mouth drops open in shock.
He smiles a slow and sexy smile. “You were safer with the other guy.”
My eyes hold his. I have no words.
“Because, unlike him, I will get you to do what I want to do. And tonight I want to fuck those big juicy tits of yours.”
My brain misfires as I get a visual of him naked above me, sliding his cock between my…
Woah. It’s been too long.
“T-that’s not happening,” I stammer.
He shuffles around in his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a fifty-dollar note. “Do you want to place a bet on that?”
“What an over confident prick you are.” I shake my head. Never have I had such a cheap pick up line used on me. “And yes…” I snatch the fifty dollars from his hand.
“I will bet fifty dollars on you not getting your cock between my boobs tonight.”
He winks and clinks his glass with mine as he raises a sexy brow. “Thank you. I will take that as a personal challenge.”
I shake my head as I sip my drink. “Does that ridiculous pick up line work on many women?”
He smiles and winks cheekily. “You would be surprised.”
I smirk. There is something extremely honest about this guy. He isn’t pretending to be someone he’s not.
It’s disarming.
His hand drops to my behind again, and he rubs it as he smiles to himself, looking me up and down.
I raise a brow. “You can stop looking at me like I’m your next fuck. There will be no physical activity between us tonight. I’m not that kind of girl.”
He leans over and kisses me again. “Stop talking.” He smiles against my lips. “You are only making the challenge so much sweeter for me. I am a goal orientated man, you know.”
“Happy wife, happy life,” I reply sarcastically.
“Blossom, do you really think I couldn’t make you happy as my wife if that were my intention?” He raises his brow.
I laugh out loud. “Shut up, you freak. Who says this shit and gets away with it?”
He laughs out loud as his hands drop to my behind again.
Two hours and six cocktails later…
The sight of his huge cock sliding between my breasts is driving me crazy. We’re back in his room, unable to control our mutual attraction, acting like animals. This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and sexy as fuck. Not to mention he’s hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on eithe
r side of my body as he kneels over me. Large, dark brown eyes stare down at me, and I arch my back, unable to hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here, doing this?
I’m not this kind of girl, but holy hell, he makes being bad so much damn fun.
He bends and kisses me, his tongue seductively dancing with mine. “You owe me fifty bucks.” He smiles against my lips.
I laugh out loud. “Bastard.”
“Time to work off your debt,” he whispers as he drives his body forward through my breasts. His eyes close in pleasure as his hands encase my breasts around his cock. “You have the best fucking tits I have ever seen.” He growls.
My eyes roll back in my head. God, this is payment enough. What could be better than this visual sensation?
He begins to really pound my chest until the bed starts to rock and my sex clenches in pleasure. Holy fuck, I need this dick inside me now.
I laugh out loud. This is unbelievable. How the hell did this guy get me back to his room, having me owe him fifty dollars for the privilege?
He smiles sexily as his mouth hangs slack with arousal. “Arrêter de rire ou je remplirai votre bouche avec ma bite,” he whispers as he looks down at me.
Translation: Stop laughing or I will fill your mouth with my cock.
An unexpected thrill runs through me as I reply, “Je pourrais prendre tout cela.” Translation: I could take it all.
His eyebrow rises in surprise. “Tu parle français?” he asks as he rolls a condom on.
Translation: You speak French?
I grab the back of his head bring it to mine. “Je baise en français trop,” I whisper against his lips.
Translation: I fuck in French, too.
His mouth ravages mine and I feel his hard cock slide between my wet lips. Back and forth he glides his length. I smile. Let’s up the anti.
“Obwohl, wenn ich in Deutsch ficken ist, wenn I’m in meinem besten,” I whisper as my arousal hits a fever pitch.