For the Night - Complete Box Set

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Very funny, you know we’re nowhere near marriage, Dad. We only just started dating.’

  ‘Took your damn time getting there,’ he chuckled. ‘I told you he was eyeing you up at that premiere two years ago. Dads can sense these things, like sharks smell blood. Anyway, I like him. He seems a really decent guy and anyone with half an eye open can tell that he worships the ground you walk on.’

  ‘Dad,’ I protested, as I felt my cheeks blush. Lucas wasn’t shy in demonstrating his affection for me. Not that I was blameless, I couldn’t keep my hands off him either, even if it was just holding hands or slyly touching digits under a table wherever we were.

  ‘He does, no arguing the fact. Your mother and I couldn’t be happier for you. So, we’ll see you both tomorrow morning?’

  ‘It may be closer to lunchtime sorry, Dad. His parents live out in Kent and we’ll need to drive back once we’ve had breakfast with them.’ I gave him an apologetic smile. It was hard for me too, this was the first Christmas Day I wasn’t spending with them. Probably the first of many, now I had Lucas in my life.

  ‘Just make sure that you make it. Your mother will be heartbroken if you don’t. You may be twenty-four and some big hot shot movie star, but you’ll always be our little girl, Summer,’ he advised, as he stood up and kissed my forehead. I smiled and gave him a tight hug.

  ‘I know, Dad. Have a lovely day and we’ll see you tomorrow.’ I walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye, almost tearing up. Then raced back to my bedroom, to try to make myself presentable. I hopped out of the shower and shimmied on a black lace thong, I didn’t need a bra, the dress I’d chosen was more than supportive. It was a cream tulip style dress, stopping just above the knee, but had a daring slashed bust area, where the built in black lace trimmed bodice showed through. I thought it was slight overkill, and too sexy, to meet Lucas’s parents. Zoe, my wardrobe stylist, and Mandy had insisted that given my new found fame, I was expected to dress like this all the time, that his parents may be disappointed if I showed up looking anything less than glamourous. I left the zip at the back undone as I couldn’t reach and pulled on a pair of sky high black heels. I’d done my black nails at Mum’s last night, so just put on some tinted moisturiser, lashings of black mascara, a bit of blusher to offset my pale skin and some nude gloss. I quickly blasted my long hair and did it in a loose chignon at the back, just how Rachel my hairstylist had taught me to do. Becoming an actress had meant that I’d quickly had to learn how to look my best at short notice, especially with the odd photographer following me around, trying to get candid shots of me. I heard my intercom go and blew out a quick calming breath before going to answer it, surprised to find Albert the security guard, instead of Lucas.

  ‘Morning,’ I smiled.

  ‘Morning Miss Beresford, happy Christmas.’ He gave me a near toothless grin.

  ‘You too, Albert. Don’t you have the day off?’

  ‘I’m only on until lunch time, then someone else is taking over. You look lovely this morning, are you going out for lunch?’

  ‘I’m going to meet Mr. Steel’s parents, I’m very nervous about it,’ I nodded, as I confided in him.

  ‘No one could fail to like you, Miss. In fact you’re liked so much I have a few deliveries for you.’ He bent down and picked up a number of packages, passing them over to me. ‘Have a wonderful day.’

  ‘You too, Albert,’ I smiled, making sure to back away, rather than turn around and show him my bare back.

  ‘Let me get the door for you.’ He reached in with one hand to grab the handle, saluted with the other and shut it for me. I made my way back to the kitchen and put the packages on the kitchen island. One was from my neighbour Sam, a snow globe from New York, with his business card saying to ring him if I wanted a night in, or out, with him. He’d put a winking face next to the word “in” and I had no doubt what he was implying. I laughed, no way was I showing Lucas that. I quickly binned the card, but set the pretty snow globe on the side. The next was a Thornton’s chocolate reindeer with a message from a fan, I reluctantly had to bin that as well. I’d been warned never to eat or drink anything that was sent to me by someone I didn’t know, just in case. It was a little scary that fans had already learned where I lived, coming and leaving gifts at the reception desk for me. My heart started beating a little faster as I looked at the white Parkers florist box with the black ribbon, and not in a good way. Until an hour ago, Lucas had thought I was at my parents, and his boxes usually had the blue ribbon to match the interior and my eyes. It was his thing. I lifted the lid and took a shocked breath to see I’d been sent more black roses. Four of them this time. I reached with shaking hands to open the small gift card inside and my stomach churned as I read the message.

  I’d hoped that last bouquet had been a one off, it had been nearly a month. I know Lucas had tried to play it down, but I’d seen the look on his face. He was as concerned about it as I was. And now this? I heard the intercom go again, it must be him. I looked down at the flowers, wondering if I should hide them, to avoid upsetting him, but I knew he’d be furious with me if he found out after. Even with my developing acting skills, I wasn’t able to hide my internal emotions from my loved ones. I ran to the door and flung it open, throwing myself into his arms. He made a surprised grunt, as he hugged me back, kissing my neck.

  ‘Angel, what a greeting.’

  ‘I missed you,’ I sighed, as I breathed him in, taking comfort from his powerful muscular arms cocooning me.

  ‘I missed you too. I didn’t even get a chance to look at you.’ He prised me off him and held me at arm’s length as he cast an appraising eye over my outfit, nodded, then whistled. ‘Holy shit, are you trying to give my dad a heart attack?’

  ‘Too much?’ I asked, as I bit my lip nervously.

  ‘I was going more along the lines of too little, but you look sexy as hell. Mum’s going to love it. Designer?’ he enquired, I nodded with a half-smile. I was so lucky, I was now being sent free stuff to wear and I’d already had to spill over to one of the spare rooms’ wardrobes. ‘I felt bare skin, turn around, let me see the back.’

  ‘I couldn’t zip up myself, no skin will be showing,’ I smiled, as I drank him in. He looked utterly edible in a charcoal grey suit, with a white shirt undone at the neck. ‘Come on in, you can do it up for me now.’

  ‘Maybe I could do it up after I’ve fucked you up against the front door,’ he grinned wickedly.

  ‘Not when we’re already running late and I’m meeting your parents for the first time,’ I chastised, as I dragged him in and closed the door. He quickly spun me around, pinning my hands above me as he held me against the door, pressing up close behind me and I whimpered as I felt the heat of his breath on the back of my neck.

  ‘Do I have to beg?’ he asked, as he let his lips meander up and down my exposed spine.

  ‘Lucas, I really want to but …’

  ‘Butwoman’s back,’ he groaned. ‘I’m going to ban that word from your vocabulary. What’s wrong? You seem off. Is the prospect of meeting my parents that bad? Even if they hate you, which they won’t, I told you I’m never letting you go. You have nothing to fear, Summer,’ he said in as reassuring a tone as he could. I sighed as I felt him slowly sliding the zip up on my dress, giving the back of my neck one last kiss and sexy teasing nibble.

  ‘Please don’t get mad with me, and don’t let it ruin our day, but I had another delivery of black roses. The message said to ask you what you used to do and said that Logan Steele had been a very bad boy.’ I heard him mutter under his breath and I turned around to look at him. A deep frown was furrowing his brow.

  ‘Hand delivered again?’ His voice was low and I could hear the anger in it.

  ‘Yes, I didn’t spot them when Albert handed them over, as I had a few other things too and they were in the box at the bottom.’ I grabbed his hand, which was balled into a fist, prised apart his fingers and led him to the kitchen and went to pick up the card.

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��No,’ he barked, grabbing my hand, halting me in my tracks. ‘Put it in a freezer or sandwich bag first. We need to make sure we don’t smudge any prints.’

  ‘Lucas? What’s going on?’ I looked at him wide eyed, this was like an episode of CSI.

  ‘I wasn’t going to tell you, I didn’t want to upset you, but I got a card the same day you got your last set of flowers and another this morning, on my damn car at my place. Someone who knows my history is using my past to try and hurt us.’

  ‘O God,’ I uttered, as my hands flew to my mouth. ‘Why? What have we ever done to them? Do you think they’ll try to physically hurt either of us?’

  ‘No,’ he replied quickly. He tried to sound confident, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced himself. ‘But they obviously don’t know that you booked me and are already aware. They’re trying to get between us, though I’ve no idea why.’

  Lucas bagged the card before reading it and quickly tapped out a message on his phone to a guy called Mason, then copied it in to Ian, saying he’d fill me in on the way to his parents. He gave me a reassuring hug and kiss, then told me to get my bags together, while he went down to have a word with Albert. I smiled for him, to let him know I was ok, though inside I was shaking. Who would want to play with us like this, to make insinuations without a direct threat? I had a horrible feeling this was only the start of it.

  Lucas

  I headed down to the lobby, my blood boiling. You could threaten me all you wanted, but nobody threatened Summer. She was trying to put a brave face on, but I knew she was worried. She was still trying to get used to being in the limelight, having people chasing her for an autograph when she went out, she didn’t need the added pressure of someone stalking us too. This Mr. Black, whoever he was, seemed to know our movements, which really concerned me.

  ‘Morning again, Jake. Is Albert about?’

  ‘You just missed him, Paul clocked on early to let him go and be with his family,’ he replied in a deep voice. It was the first time I’d ever heard him speak.

  ‘Damn it,’ I muttered, as I banged my fist down on the granite countertop. ‘Sorry, Summer’s had a threat in a delivery this morning. I wanted to talk to him about it.’

  ‘What kind of threat?’ Jake jumped to his feet, a worried look crossing his face.

  ‘Flowers with a card in. Did you see who dropped them off and when?’

  ‘No, Mr. Steel. But we have surveillance cameras if you want me to take a look?’

  ‘Please, if you can save the footage for me that would be even better. Summer’s a little shaken up and we’re running late for lunch.’

  ‘I’d need to check with my supervisor if we can do that.’

  ‘Fine,’ I sighed, as I shoved a hand through my hair. I’d just get Ian to hack into the footage and copy it over for me if it was a no. If it wasn’t the florist’s delivery people, we may get a lead that way. ‘Please do and if you can be extra vigilant when it comes to anyone asking to see her, I’d appreciate it.’ I pushed a fifty pound note across the countertop, but he frowned and pushed it back.

  ‘I don’t need an incentive to do my job, Mr. Steel. I’m always vigilant.’

  ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you, I’m just worried about her safety, in case this escalates.’

  ‘You can trust us to keep a close watch,’ he nodded.

  ‘Thank you, happy Christmas.’

  ‘To you too, Sir,’ he nodded, as he sat back down and picked up his phone. I headed back up to find Summer wheeling quite possibly the largest suitcase I’d ever seen towards the lift.

  ‘We’re only going for the night, what the hell have you packed?’ I asked, as I grabbed it off her and followed her into the lift, pressing for the basement.

  ‘Presents and a few outfits, just in case.’

  ‘Sexy bedtime ones I hope,’ I winked, trying to lighten the mood.

  ‘Pervert. I’m not sure about having sex in your parents’ house,’ she warned, flashing me one of her hot as hell glares, that had my cock swell in response. Ordinarily I’d have been hard at the sight of her in that hot outfit, but my mind was on Mr. fucking Black and his games.

  ‘Think again, angel. It’s been over twenty-four hours, I could die of starvation. Don’t worry though, I brought the gag to muffle your screams. It’s that or we fuck in my car on the drive, because either way I’m not going without today.’

  ‘Sometimes I really hate you,’ she replied, as she crossed her arms and backed herself into the corner as the lift began to move. It usually made me chuckle, she had a thing about having to be in the corner after watching one of the Final Destination films, where a lift plummeted and the snapped steel cable sliced through the metal and cut a guy in half. He’d been standing in the middle and it had freaked her out. Today though, I was finding light-heartedness a chore. I was angry, and when I was angry testosterone flooded my system. I pressed up against her, clasped her face in my hands and kissed her aggressively, grinding my painfully swollen erection against her stomach. I felt her trying to resist, but I knew the signs, the excited squeak that always left her throat, her pert nipples poking into my chest through that damn sexy dress of hers. I’d warrant if I dropped to my knees I’d smell the sweet scent of her cunt flooding her knickers with excitement. The thought had me growl and nip her lower lip, sucking on it hard. ‘Stop, stop,’ she mumbled as she moaned.

  ‘One way or another, I will be fucking you before the day is out, Summer. The only choice you have is where I do it. Here, in this lift, in my car at a place of my choosing, or at my parents’ house tonight.’ I moved the high collar of her dress and started biting the side of her neck, right in the place that made her melt each time. Fuck, I wanted her so badly. It had been hours.

  ‘I’m not having sex before I meet them, not when I’m all flushed and dishevelled. I need to make a good impression.’

  ‘So we’re settled on tonight then,’ I announced triumphantly, yet also slightly pissed off that I wouldn’t get my way with her now. My cock was desperate to unload.

  ‘How about I give you a blow job to keep you going until later?’ she replied with a longing sigh, as her eyes flicked down to the obvious tent in my suit trousers.

  ‘Now you’re talking,’ I grinned with a wink, as my hands flew to my zip.

  ‘Not in here,’ she gasped, then added with a whisper, ‘cameras.’

  I looked up and groaned to see the black dome on the ceiling. If they had cameras, someone had to have seen something that would help us with our bloody stalker.

  I drove up the tree lined drive of my parents’ house, still sporting a ridiculous grin from an impeccable blow job as I’d parked up in a country lane. Her technique improved every time and she was so close to taking me all the way down. Sadly I never lasted long enough to really enjoy it, the sight of her angelic face bobbing up and down on my shaft had me unloading way too fast every damn time. I’d offered to help her out, she was as horny as I was, I could tell, but she refused, saying she’d rather wait. I’d taken her mind off her impending panic attack at the thought of meeting my parents, by filling her in on the investigations so far. Reassuring her, that in two days, I’d get Mason and Ian back on the case. I pulled up outside the large detached black and white manor house, with the Bentley and Mercedes parked outside and smiled at her as she gulped.

  ‘You lived here?’

  ‘Yes, they’ve owned it since before I was born.’

  ‘You said they were well off, but this is … this is something else.’

  ‘It’s just a house, stop stressing.’

  ‘I’m just not used to this kind of lifestyle, Lucas.’

  ‘Well get used to it. Pretty soon you’ll have more money than even my parents can dream of. It doesn’t matter what size house they have, what cars they drive or how much money they have in the bank. They’re still people, just like you and me. And they are going to adore you.’

  ‘How can you be so sure?’ she asked, as she looked at me for rea
ssurance.

  ‘Because I do. They’ll love you because you make their only child the happiest man in the world, angel.’ I held her chin as I planted a kiss on her soft delectable lips. ‘Come on, in ten minutes time you’ll be wondering what all the fuss was about. We’ll leave the bags for a minute, let’s go and say hello first.’

  Summer

  He held my hand tightly, as I carefully walked over the gravel, trying not to sink in my heels. I was silently cursing myself, Mandy and Zoe for my choice of outfit. I looked like I was going out to an exclusive party. I should have just worn a more demure dress, or trousers and a shirt. I watched as he lifted the large black Lions head knocker and rapped on the old metal studded oak door a few times. I always did the same at my parents’, I never just walked in anymore, not since I left home and got my own place. Who knew what they may be up to without me in the house to foil their plans anymore? The last thing I wanted to see was Dad’s bare arse pumping up and down and hearing my mum screaming his name as they went at it like a pair of geriatric rabbits on the lounge floor. I shuddered at the thought, then did it again at the thought that they may do the sorts of things that Lucas and I did, the kinky things.

  ‘Ok?’ Lucas whispered, as he squeezed my hand. I looked up at him and nodded, attempting a smile. I bit my lip as I heard the door being unlocked.

  ‘Lucas, Summer, welcome and happy Christmas,’ beamed Mr. Steel. He had a kind face and Lucas’s sparkling grey eyes. He was good looking, not as good looking as Lucas, but then again who was? I definitely felt overdressed. He was in a pair of trousers with a shirt and jumper.

  ‘Dad, it’s so good to see you.’ Lucas leaned in to give him a one armed hug and pat on the back. ‘Obviously this is Summer.’

  ‘Hello, Mr Steel. It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you so much for inviting me,’ I smiled, as I let go of Lucas’s hand and offered it to his father. He shook it firmly and leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.