“Not that uncommon for a messy divorce,” Monroe interjected, and she read a hint of sadness on his face. “My parents weren’t much better when my father walked out. I can’t say I saw him very much over the years.”
“Knowing someone doesn’t want to see you by choice is different than thinking maybe they’ve been looking for you and can’t find you,” Aria pointed out aptly.
“I know,” Monroe agreed. “It’s a hell of a punch, thinking they don’t want you. But I can’t imagine knowing you couldn’t get back to him because of her.”
“I took what I had, and I went to my mother. I sat her down and laid it all out. You should have seen how smug I was.” Regret filled every corner of Aria’s chest like water poured into a glass. “I knew his name. I knew her real name. I thought I was so smart.”
“It was pretty incredible that with so little information you were able to find the truth. You were smart.”
“I was shortsighted,” she corrected, anger on her tongue, though she knew he didn’t deserve it. “I had these images in my head of this reuniting with my long-lost father. We’d be on the news. People from all over the world would send us congratulations.”
“But that didn’t happen?” Monroe questioned, dropping his head at the obvious realization.
“No. My mother was never a terribly stable person. It was obviously eluded to in the court documents, but there was never any kind of diagnosis. They said at the time of the split she’d been doing drugs, pills I think, and it could have made her paranoid enough to think my life was in danger. That instability reared its head the day I confronted her. She lost it. Completely and utterly flipped out. I’ve never seen anyone break that way. I broke her. She just fractured.”
“I’m sure she’d been holding on to the secret for so long, it would have been devastating however it came to light. You hunting it down didn’t necessary mean you were to blame. These were her choices.”
“I can’t really describe it in a way that would make you understand,” she whispered, pulling her knees up to her chest and curling up on the couch. “She reached for a knife and there was a point I wasn’t sure if she wanted to hurt me or herself. I will never forget the wild look in her eyes. She told me the simple act of requesting these documents and sticking my nose into her business was enough to ruin us both. What I failed to look into was how much trouble my mother would face when caught. There were federal charges against her. Bench warrants. She’d likely, under the circumstances, have to spend a couple decades in prison.”
“She could probably negotiate a deal of some kind if she turned herself in voluntarily,” Monroe suggested with that let’s find a solution mentality every man seemed to cling to.
“In that moment, my mother standing there with a knife in her hand, the threat of jail nipping at her heels, I didn’t consider she might make a deal. The risk, the fear, it outweighed everything. She held the knife to her wrist and told me I’d killed her. I’d ended the life she’d built. And she had a life. My mother made costumes for the school plays. She drove me to cheerleading practice. Every Wednesday she played cards with her friends. What I’d be robbing her of was a full and happy life.”
“What about what she robbed you of?” Monroe countered, completely unwilling to let Aria lay the blame at her own feet.
“Or what if she was saving me from something? That was her story. She rescued me from an abusive monster who wouldn’t have rested until I was dead.”
“And you never found out? You never tried to get that answer?” Monroe furrowed his brows and looked at her, still confused.
“I’d kicked the hornets’ nest,” Aria explained. “If they could find me through all the documents I ordered, they could find my mother. Things were changing. They’d introduced databases for fingerprints and DNA. My dad, in one of the videos pleading for information about me, said he’d turned over my hairbrush and my DNA was now on file. They’d done one of those handprints of me when I was a baby, and they had my fingerprints too. If I applied for a job at a school or for the government they’d have me. If I was arrested for anything more than a driving violation, my DNA might be added to the database, and that would be the end of our secret. It would be the end of my mother’s freedom. Maybe even her life if she was desperate enough.”
“So you left?” Monroe asked, finally seeming to understand the choice Aria had to make.
“I helped my mother pack up or sell everything we owned. I stood in our driveway and watched her back away and leave. I don’t know where she went or what she did from there. She told me if I loved her I would disappear. Take myself out of the equation.”
“That’s absurd,” Monroe said with an exasperated laugh. “She left you? Twenty years old, having found out your life was a lie, and she left you there? She expected you to be a prisoner in your own life, to keep her from facing the consequences of her own choice?”
“On paper I’m sure it seems like I had other choices. I did what I thought I had to do. I had a backpack full of my things, and I went to the airport. The problem was I couldn’t get the courage to actually go anywhere. At first I thought I’d ignore my mother’s breakdown, and I’d go confront my father. Then I thought I’d go to Europe the way I always wanted to, but I only had a few hundred dollars. I sat in the airport for two days, waiting for some kind of answer to what I should do. Then a woman approached me.”
“Someone from here?”
“She asked if I was all right, and she noticed I’d been there a while. Her name was Mandy, and she offered me some of her sandwich. I hadn’t eaten in a while since I was trying to conserve the little money I had. After we talked a while, she asked me where I was headed. I don’t even remember what I said. I kind of mumbled about going nowhere. Disappearing. Mandy was so kind. Empathetic. It was like she knew exactly what I was talking about, even though I was hardly making sense. After more time together, she told me she was taking a job at this resort, and if I didn’t have anywhere else to go she was sure she could get me a job too.”
“How convenient.” Monroe sighed angrily. “And you jumped at the opportunity?”
“Not exactly. I told her I couldn’t really start a job right then. I didn’t want to do a background check or have anything on the record. Mandy had an answer for everything. She said lots of girls who work there are in tough situations and the employer would work around that. Every time I came up with a reason I couldn’t go, Mandy gave me a solution.”
“Overruling objections,” Monroe said with a nod. “I’m guessing they’re trained well. Identify targets, understand their needs, then close the deal.”
“I was on a plane with her three hours later. Disappearing just how my mother had told me to. If anything I’d done had put someone on our trail, it would grow cold. All I had to do was build myself a new life here. I had this vision. I’d spend my days working at the resort, and I’d make all new friends. Saving up as much money as I could, I’d eventually buy my own little place here. Then maybe I’d see if it was possible to open up a little dress shop where I could make some of my own designs.”
“How long did it take you to realize what was going on?” Monroe asked, now looking somber as though he were experiencing this journey with her.
“It took a couple of days for it to sink in. Mandy was nowhere to be found. Probably off at some other airport looking for more people to recruit. I thought maybe the living arrangements in the bunks would be temporary but obviously not. For a while I stayed focused on working hard to earn enough to change things. It became clear that wouldn’t happen either. I’m stuck, and I’ve come to terms with that.”
“You aren’t stuck,” Monroe said firmly. Rising from his chair, he crossed the space between them assertively and sat by her on the couch. Still curled up, he wrapped an arm around her small frame. “You aren’t trapped here. There are things I can do.”
“You can’t change history. You can’t unring the bell that is my life. I might not like the circumstances, but
this job gives me anonymity. It’s a bubble, and I’ve found ways to be grateful for it.”
“Enough,” he said, squeezing her tighter. “Stop all of that. No one wants to live their life hiding out and working with no hope for a future. I don’t buy that you’re at peace with this. Why would you want me to know what’s going on here?”
“Because you told me you always get what you want. I was hoping I could get you to want this place fixed. I thought maybe you’d want to get Elena back to her family.”
“You give me way too much credit,” Monroe whispered. “I’m not everybody’s hero. But if you let me, I can be yours.” He tipped her chin up and kissed her passionately, stifling the gasp as he lifted her with ease off the couch. Never breaking the kiss, he carried her to the bed. For right now, she’d believe in him. In his arms she could imagine passion would wash away reality.
Chapter 15
Monroe parted Aria’s legs and stared at the beauty before him. This woman was making his head spin. His legs quivered. His heart thudded. All the things he normally fervently controlled. The taste of her, the smell of her skin, had the power to erase his memory, his judgement, and his clarity. Dangerous.
“Take me,” Aria whispered in a hushed and desperate voice. “Make me forget it all.”
Monroe was hungry for her. The memory of last night, the way her core tightened and tensed around him, made him wild. He was animalisticly drawn to her. When she felt good, safe, fulfilled, he had a wave of something he couldn’t name. But he knew he wanted more. “Do you trust me?” he asked, staring down into her anxious face.
“I do,” she purred, sucking one of his fingers into her mouth and swirling her tongue playfully around.
“I want to have you,” he growled. “I want to know you trust me without any hesitation. I want you to be mine right now.”
“I couldn’t be more yours.” She giggled, looking down at her naked body, taking his hand and running it up and down her bare skin.
“Trust,” he moaned into her ear, “is a very powerful thing.” He rolled from the bed and grabbed the tie he’d taken off earlier. The soft blue silk unrolled to a long enough length to serve his purpose. “I want that power.”
“Take it,” she bit back quickly. “Take me.”
Monroe grabbed her wrists and tied them tightly, then fastened them to the headboard of the bed. Rolling from the bed, he reached for a second tie and quickly affixed her feet to the bed as well. “I have you now,” he said with a devilish smile. “I could do anything I like to you.”
“And what would you like to do?” she asked, her face free of any fear or worry. Nothing excited him more than knowing she would willingly give him anything he wanted. That she’d allow herself to be completely vulnerable to him. A strong, skeptical woman had given him power, and he wouldn’t waste it. “I could do anything I like”—he laughed—“but I much prefer to do what you like.” He snatched her hips up in his hands and ravished her breasts, their puckered tight peaks, with his tongue. She cried out through the feisty bites and nibbles. All the while his firm shaft brushed against her wet core but never entered.
“Monroe,” she breathed out, pulling against the ties that bound her to the bed. “Don’t stop.”
Pushing two fingers inside her while he continued to devour and suck at her breasts, he nearly came. He watched as she tried to free her bound hands and clutch at his hair. He felt her ass raise up and her legs part, begging him to fuck her with all his length. “More,” she breathed. “More.”
Moving away from her, she whimpered at the loss, but it was short-lived. His mouth found a new treasure, as sweet as the night before. Plunging his tongue inside her, he grabbed her raised ass and took control. She wanted to writhe and buck against his tongue, but he held her. His tongue became stingy and slowed, so he could hear her beg for more. And she obliged.
“You’re mine,” he hissed, kissing at her thighs and then licking his way back up her body until their faces were just a whisper apart. “You are mine.” He thrust himself into her and grabbed her breast, pinching the peak as he moved inside her. When her head kicked back, her beautiful sun-kissed neck was exposed; he could do nothing but bury his face. Breathing her in, hiding a piece of himself, he gave in. The tide shifted from lust to love. Out to sea went the desire-driven madness that came from wanting her body. In washed the passion that came from owning her trust.
He loosened the knot that tied her hands, still moving with force inside her warm, wet core. With a little effort he freed her legs as well. Her hands grasped desperately for his shoulders, and her legs wrapped frantically around him, her panting breath heavy. With tenderness in her eyes she leaned him up and turned him gently to his back. Mounting him, spinning her hands up in her own wild hair, she stared down at him. Riding his shaft into the oblivion of ecstasy, she uttered passionately, “You, Monroe, you are mine. I am yours.”
Chapter 16
“Your dress is in the bathroom along with all the lotions and beauty products you liked,” Monroe whispered as he gently kissed her bare shoulder. It was late afternoon, but he could easily be convinced to stay in bed with her until the next morning. If she protested the idea of keeping their dinner plans, his willpower would snap like a dry twig under heavy snow.
“Are you sure you want me at this dinner?” she asked, squirming to press all of her naked body to his as he curled around her tighter. “I won’t be insulted at all if you decide to go without me. The reservation is made. No hard feelings.”
“Don’t say hard,” he groaned, nibbling on her ear. “I’ll be canceling the dinner completely if you keep talking dirty to me.”
“I wasn’t,” she protested, playfully swatting him away. “I laid a lot on you, and I just wanted to give you the chance to back out. I’m not your problem.”
“There you go again,” he said, gripping her hips tightly before she could get away. “Laid a lot on me? I’d say so.”
“It’s a good thing you have your looks,” she teased as she finally broke free of his grip. “I’m getting in the shower. A hot shower. So hot and wet.” She was halfway to the bathroom now, her face lit with a funny smile. Tossing the sheets off in mock fury he made a break for her. She exploded with an effervescent giggle as she rushed into the bathroom and locked him out. Her sound of sheer joy intoxicated him. His own success had been paramount to anything else. That had been the key to his achievements. But getting her to smile was climbing on the list of things he wanted.
As he heard the shower turn off he knew he had to get up. If she stepped out and saw him lying in bed staring at the ceiling, she’d start asking questions. Like most other emotions that tried to infiltrate the rational thought in his life, he’d shake this off. Aria was beautiful. She was incredibly insightful and smart. The kind of woman who, if he ever considered having a future, it would be with someone like her.
He reluctantly pushed himself off the bed and tried to get back to what was important. Dinner with James West. Deciding if the resort was a solid investment or not. He had the documents he needed now. His office had finally sent over all the public financial information he’d been waiting for. Cost analysis could be done. Risk analysis could be completed. Every piece of the puzzle was in his hands. It was time to slide them into place.
“This dress,” Aria cooed as she glided out of the bathroom. “Where did you find something so perfect? Classic nineteen sixties design. This fabric is so rich and elegant. Halter. Flare. I can’t believe how well it fits. The color, magenta, it’s so rich.”
“I can’t claim to have picked it for those reasons. I like the way I knew it would hug those curves of yours. I knew the color would look good against your pretty skin.”
“You did good. You did so good,” she said, running her hands over the fabric and grinning widely.
The ache returned to Monroe’s chest. Like a drunk who’d just been poured a drink, the more she smiled, the more trouble he was in.
“I should get dressed
too. We’ll need to leave for dinner soon. I got a text from James. He and his wife landed. They’ll check in and meet us at the restaurant.” Moving by her, he fought the urge to hold her and that perfect dress against his body.
“You know,” she said as she followed him into the bathroom and began pinning up her hair, “I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life to put on a dress like this. I promise I won’t spill anything on it, and you can give it to the next girl.”
He spun the knobs on the shower and stepped in once it was clear she had no problem hanging out while he did. There was an ease about her and the way she moved through his life. He watched through the glass, unable to pull his eyes away as she applied a ruby red lipstick on her lush smile.
“I don’t pass dresses around to all the women I know,” he chuckled as he lathered his cheeks, ready to shave away the stubble he’d let grow over the last couple of days. Dinner with a potential business partner meant his clean-cut look.
“So we all get new ones?” she teased as she touched up the rest of her makeup.
“Aria,” he said in a low voice as steam began to fill the room and cut off his view of her, “you need to go home. I can help you. I’ll get the answers you’ve always wanted. I can find out what kind of man your father is. I can track down your mother and help find a solution for her. You can’t stay here any longer.”
“I know,” Aria whispered. “But I couldn’t ask you to do all that for me. Just do what you came here to do. That’s what’s important. Maybe later we can talk about it.”
“So you’ll at least consider it?” he asked, his blood pumping faster at the idea of her stubbornness fading. She’d cracked the door open, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d be able to walk right through.
“You could do all that, Monroe?” she asked, and he wiped the steam off the glass so he could read her expression. Her brows were knit together and her eyes glassy with emotion. “It seems impossible.”
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