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Sinful Seduction
A Breacon Love Story…
Chapter 5
Las Vegas Nevada – May 22, 1966
Pam Corbin looked closely at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She nervously pulled on the short black ruffled skirt but to no avail. No matter how much she tugged on it, the skirt only fell mid thigh.
As if the skirt wasn’t worrying enough, her eyes fell upon the revealing black halter-top she wore. The top barely covered her ample breast, and left little to the imagination, although, she supposed that this was what it was meant to do; titillate the imagination of male patrons in the bar.
Next her eyes went to her hair, which was swept up in a French Twist atop her head. She liked the grown up style her friend created for her, but she wasn’t used to all the hairspray or having her hair ratted up so high. Still, she did feel sophisticated with her new hairdo and her new blue eye shadow and ruby red lipstick.
“Pam, are you ready?” The fiercely whispered question came from Pam’s friend and coworker, Jean Young.
“I don’t know…I guess so.” Pam replied nervously.
“We better hurry before Daryl comes back here looking for us. He’ll fire you before you even get started.” Jean warned.
“How do I look? Be honest!” Pam demanded of her friend.
Jean looked closely at Pam. She saw a young girl that had no idea just how beautiful she was. At 5’6”, honey blond hair, blue/green eyes that were naturally heavily lashed, Pam would turn any man’s head twice. Add to those attributes a body that women would kill for atop a pair of long legs that went on forever, and she became every man’s wet dream and every woman’s nightmare, Jean thought.
Jean had come to think of Pam as a kid sister in a short period of time. Not only was she young in age, but Pam also possessed an innocent that made even the mildest mannered man want to plunder it. Someone like Daryl Sharpe would find Pam hard to resist. From the moment she noticed the lecherous look in Daryl’s eyes when she introduced him to Pam, Jean felt an immediate need to protect Pam from him. While she found Daryl to be an ok guy, she had heard the stories and witnessed the battle scars a few of the waitresses wore when he was done with his special brand of loving. She had also been privy to stories of the sexual proclivities Daryl liked that left even the strongest woman broken. She silently vowed to protect young Pam as much as she could from him and men of his ilk that favored the trendy night spot he owned.
“You look beautiful.” Jean said without envy. Although they were recently reacquainted friends, the two girls could not have been more different if they tried. While Pam was a shy beauty that had no idea of her power over men, Jean was often described as average looking. With her brown hair and brown eyes, the more superficial of men rarely looked twice at the petite brunette. It was only if someone bothered to look twice that they noticed that the plain brown eyes were not plain at all. Almond shaped eyes that were dismissed as ordinary were soon discovered to be chocolate brown with flicks of gold, framed dark brown lashes that cast half moon shadows on her clear smooth complexion. While what appeared to be brown mousy hair at first was instead hair the color of sable, flowing easily to her shoulders to turn up at the ends in an impertinent flip. A childhood accident left her nose with a small bump on the bridge, but somehow, it only enhanced her features. Couple all this with a mouth that was once described by an ardent suitor as “damned kissable”, Jean was as beautiful as Pam, but in a less obvious way.
“More importantly, you look twenty-one.” Jean continued. “Now remember, Daryl doesn’t know you’re only seventeen, so don’t let it slip, ok”
“Yeah, I remember.” Pam answered absently. “Oh Jean, I’m so scared. What if I break a glass; or worse still, spill a drink on a customer?”
“Don’t borrow trouble, Pam. You’re going to be fine.” Jean reassured her. “Just watch me and do what I do, ok?”
Impulsively, Pam threw her arms around Jean’s neck. “Thank you so much for getting me this job.” Pam had been desperately looking for a job that would pay her a half way decent wage for weeks. Her father walked out on their family a year ago, and while her mother worked tirelessly as a cleaning woman in one of the larger casino hotels, it wasn’t enough to support Pam and her three younger brothers.
Pam’s mother was heartbroken when Pam decided to quit school earlier in the year in order to get a job and lessen her mother’s burden. Her mother’s pleads that she stay in school fell on deaf ears. Once she had made up her mind, Pam was determined to help her mother keep the family together.
She soon found out that getting a job was easier said than done. The main employer in Las Vegas were the casinos and because of the stringent laws against minors in gambling establishments, Pam could not find work in them, not even in a restaurant or as a hotel maid. The only other options were working in one of the restaurants outside the casinos, but because she had no experience, few were willing to take a chance on her, and the others were usually too seedy or the manger wanted something from her in return for the job.
About to give up and admit defeat, Pam literally ran into an old acquaintance from her neighborhood, Jean Young. Having just received her second rejection of the day, Pam walked out of the fourth rate restaurant with her head down and her hopes dashed. Tears blurred her vision as she hurried past the people in the streets.
“Hey watch it!” An angry female voice called out.
Pam looked up to see a woman rubbing her shoulder and scowling at her. “Why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going?” The young woman demanded angrily.
Pam recognized Jean immediately. Though Jean was several grades ahead of her in school, they grew up in the same neighborhood until Jean moved away four years ago.
“Jean? It’s me Pam…Pam Corbin.”
“Pam? I can’t believe it, but you’re all grown up!” Jean exclaimed.
Pam hid a smile. Jean was only a few years older than she was, but she supposed in terms of experience, she was much older.
“So, why are you crying?” Never one to beat around the bush, Jean got straight to the point.
“Nothing really,” Pam started, suddenly ashamed of her tears. “I just got turned down for another job.”
“Where, this dump?” Jean asked pointing to the restaurant behind them. “Believe me, you don’t wanna work here. Only prostitutes and pimps hang out in this dump. Besides, the cockroaches in this place are legendary!”
“It wasn’t my first choice, but it doesn’t matter anyway. They turned me down too.” Pam said dejectedly.
“Now that I think about it, aren’t you still in school?” Jean asked, tilting her head to one side.
“Nah, I quit. My father walked out last year and I have to help mom out.”
Jean listened to Pam intently. An idea started in the back of her mind that would fit perfectly for Pam, but she wasn’t sure if she should tell her about it. .
“There’s a job where I’m working, but…” Jean started hesitatingly.
“I’ll take it!” Pam interrupted excitedly.
“Whoa, hear me out. You may not want this job. I’m not real sure that I want to tell you about it.”
“Jean, please!” Pam beseeched. “I need a job and I don’t care what it is as long as I can earn some money.”
“Ok, give me your number and I’ll call you.” Jean promised, although she still was not certain she was helping the girl.
Pam gladly gave Jean the requested information. She was ecstatic when Jean called her a few days later. Arranging for her to meet someone that would make her a fake id, Jean and Pam took a bus to the seedier side of Las Vegas. An hour later, fake id in hand, they were on their way to the club where Jean worked.
That was more than a week ago. Daryl Sharpe had taken one look at Pam and quickly offered her the job as cocktail waitress in his bar.
Now, standing in the small room that was designated the changing room for the waitresses, Pam wasn’t sure she could go through with it. Not only was she dressed more revealingly and provocative than she had ever been before; but she was also nervous about making an embarrassing mistake in front of the customers. According to Jean, the club catered to a high-end clientele, with even the occasional Hollywood star sighting. Pam could still remember the reverent look Jean wore as she told her about Frank Sinatra and the other Rat Pack members visited the club on occasion.
“Pam, come on. It’s time to get out there!” The sound of Jean’s voice brought Pam out of her reverie. Jean took Pam by the arm and dragged her out the door. Pam quickly swallowed her fear and followed closely behind.
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***
Present
Massimo Maroni exited the small private plane and walked assuredly down the steps to the tarmac below. Standing near the custom made Mercedes Benz limousine, Sam Clark, Massimo‘s driver, held the door open.
“Good evening, Sam.”
“Good evening, Mr. Maroni. Welcome back sir.”
“Thank you, Sam.” Massimo climbed into the back of the limousine and was immediately cocoon in a world of luxury. The roaring sounds of the planes were slightly muffled once the door closed on the luxury automobile.
Looking out at nighttime Los Angeles, Massimo was satisfied that everything he wanted to accomplish on this last business trip had been accomplished. The whole of Maroni Industries was now based entirely in Los Angeles. The potential for growth was limitless and after the last couple of weeks away from Los Angeles, he was ready to relax and concentrate on things other than business, namely his relationship with Stephanie.
For all his success in business, Massimo felt something basic was lacking in his life. When he had come to Los Angeles that first time three years ago, he had done so because he had reached a stalemate in his life. His marriage to the beautiful Veronica Dashal had ended in divorce, joining the ranks of his two pervious childless marriages. For the first time in over forty years, Massimo wasn’t sure what his next move was.
Coming to Los Angeles that first time was an act of desperation. While he had certainly known that Stephanie Forrester was living in LA and had recently wed Eric Forrester for the second time, it was not his intention to seek her out or to start an affair. It was just a happy happenstance when he ran into her soon after coming to Los Angeles. He could still remember the first time he had seen her again in over twenty years.
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Three Years Earlier
Massimo found himself at loose ends one summer evening soon after coming to Los Angeles. When he received a personal invitation from the Ambassador of Brunei to attend a party at the Sofitel Hotel in Beverly Hills, he accepted. Still shaken by his recent divorce, Massimo chose to attend the party stag.
The party was in full swing when Massimo walked in to the ballroom where the party was being held. He was greeted effusively by the ambassador himself. Massimo had recently facilitated in the purchase of two Maroni Oil Tankers for the small country and he and Ambassador Leniu had become friends of sort.
“Mr. Maroni!” The ambassador cried out, delighted that the rich and powerful Massimo Maroni would deign to attend his small country’s party. “I am so happy that you could attend.” The ambassador said in his heavily accented but perfect English.
“I would not have missed it for the world, Ambassador Leniu” Massimo replied diplomatically.
“Come, come. I must introduce you to some very important people. You know, I love this country.” Ambassador Leniu spoke quickly. “So many interesting people from so many different places in the world. Not like my country, where we all share the same background.”
Massimo smiled as he allowed himself to be led across the room towards a small gathering of people. In the middle of recounting a story to the ambassador in his own native Mandarin, Massimo found the words dying on his lips when he looked up to find himself looking directly at Eric and Stephanie Forrester, who were a part of the small gathered group.
Blissfully unaware of Massimo’s shock, the ambassador proudly introduced Massimo small group, which included several well-known actors, directors and producers. Massimo quickly recovered from his astonishment and moved closer to the group. He saw Eric stiffen in recognition, while Stephanie smiled at him softly.
“You don’t have to introduce us, Ambassador Leniu.” Stephanie said. “Eric and I know Mr. Maroni very well. How are you Massimo?”
“It is a pleasure to see you again, Stephanie.” Massimo said as he leaned close to Stephanie, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. “Eric, how are you?” He asked.
“Massimo Maroni.” Eric sneered. The contempt he felt for the man standing before him could be heard in his voice. Eric grudgingly took the hand that Massimo held out to him.
“So, Massimo, what brings you to Los Angeles?” Stephanie asked, trying to cover the awkwardness that had settled over them. The rest of the group had broken off, leaving only the three of them.
“I’m here on business.” Massimo said.
“I can only imagine what sort of business that is, Maroni.” Eric chortled.
“Eric!” A mortified Stephanie cried out.
“I see you haven’t changed much, Eric. You are still jumping to conclusions.”
“And I see you’re just as arrogant as ever, Maroni.” Eric said.
“Eric, please!” Stephanie turned to face Massimo. “Massimo, I’m sorry for this…”
“There is no need for you to apologize for me” Eric said angrily through clenched lips. “Massimo may have you fooled, but he has never been able to fool me.” Eric didn’t bother to hide the contempt he felt.
“Eric, what has come over you?” A very puzzled Stephanie asked. She knew that Massimo and Eric had never gotten along, but somehow they were able to be civil to each other in the past.
“Look, I’m going to get a drink while you visit with your, er friend.” With that, Eric quickly walked away leaving a stunned Stephanie standing with a jeering Massimo.
“Mass, I am so sorry. I don’t know what has come over Eric” Stephanie said.
“Don’t worry about it, Stephanie. Eric and I have never been friends. How could we be when we love the same woman? Massimo tried to keep his voice light, but he failed.
“Please, that was such a long time ago, Mass. Don’t tell me that after all these years you are still angry about that.” Stephen said, unable to keep the skepticism out of her voice.
“You broke our engagement and the next thing I heard you were on your way to California, married to Eric.” Massimo didn’t bother to keep the anger out of his voice. He never expected to see Stephanie tonight, but the moment he did and the old feelings of resentments quickly flooded to the surface.
“That all happened a long time ago.” Stephanie said again, quickly looking around the room to see if anyone could over hear her Massimo’s conversation.
“What does the passage of time have to do with anything?” Massimo spoke intently. He was surprised that after all these years, Stephanie choosing Eric over him still hurt. “We were to be married and you broke our engagement without one word of explanation. The next thing I hear is that you married Eric and left town.”
Stephanie desperately looked around the room, hoping to catch Eric’s eye. Unfortunately, he had his back to her and appeared to be involved in an intimate conversation with Hollywood’s latest up and coming starlet. Clenching her jaw slightly in irritation at how comfortable Eric always appeared in the company of younger women.
Massimo wanted to quarrel, but he saw Stephanie’s agitation. Breathing deeply, he changed the subject. “So, how have you been Stephanie? We haven’t talked in several years.”
“Yes, and I have missed our conversations.” Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to Massimo for the change of subject. “Of course, with you jetting off at a moments notice and entertaining on that fabulous yacht I have heard so much about, it’s hard to get in contact with you.” Stephanie spoke jokingly, relieved that Massimo had changed the subject.
“And you’re equally hard to pin down my dear. Last we talked though, you and Eric were divorced and barely speaking. When I heard that you had remarried him… well to say that I was shocked would be an understatement.”
“I know, but I love him Mass. He was there for me when I had my stroke and after all…”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you during that time Stephanie. I was half way around the world and only got word of your stroke long after it happened. I’m sorry, Stephanie.”
“There is no need for you to apologize, Mass. I’m fine now and Eric and I are finally at a point in our lives where we can appreciate all that we have built together.”
“But, he has broken your heart so many times, Stephanie. How can you trust him?” Unable to help it, Massimo found that he could hold back no longer.
“I just do, Mass. Ok, enough about me. How are things with you?”
Taking the hint again, Massimo let the subject drop. “Things are good.”
Soon after that initial meeting, Massimo invited Stephanie out to lunch. Whenever he returned to Los Angeles, he and Stephanie would meet. Without either of them being aware of it, they easily slipped into old habits.
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Present
Massimo was brought out of his reverie when the limousine made a smooth stop at the hotel. He climbed out of the back of the car and walked into the exclusive Raffles L’Ermitage Beverly Hills Hotel.
“Will you need anything else this evening, Mr. Maroni?” The discrete concierge asked as he greeted the hotel‘s most important guest.
Looking down at his thin gold Rolex, Massimo decided not to have dinner out, as was his original intention. “No, Jim, I won’t need anything further tonight. You have a good evening.”
“Thank you sir and the same to you.” The concierge watched as Massimo walked towards the private elevators.
Taking the private elevator up to the penthouse suite, Massimo let himself into the rooms he had booked indefinitely. While the four star hotel offered every amenity one could want or need, Massimo thought it was time he brought himself a home now that Maroni Industries was located in Los Angeles. Making a mental note to contact his realtor the next day, all thoughts flew from Massimo’s mind when he opened the door to his suite of rooms.
She was standing at the window, seemingly mesmerized by the panoramic view offered by the large window that looked down on city. He admired the way the lights from the city reflected in her blond her. She had apparently not heard him open the door, because he saw no reaction in her body movement.
Walking quietly across the room, Massimo enfolded her in his arms, bringing her body close to his. He could feel as she first, stiffened in surprise, but soon her body recognized his and she melted into his arms.
“Hello, Mass. Welcome home.” She spoke quietly, her throat filled with emotions she found hard to keep at bay.
“Hmmm. I didn’t think you’d be here.” Massimo said as he nuzzled Stephanie’s neck, enjoying her unique fragrance. “How did you get out of the house tonight?”
“Eric had to go up to San Francisco on business.” Stephanie turned in Massimo’s arms to face him. “We have all night, Mass.” She said quietly.
“Well, let’s not waste a minute of it, darling.” Holding her hand in his, Massimo led Stephanie to the bedroom. Once there, they stopped close to the bed. Massimo reached up and softly caressed Stephanie’s short blond hair. Cupping her face in his large hands, he looked into her vivid blue eyes and he was once again transported back to when they were young lovers in college. To him, she looked like the same girl he fell in love with over forty years ago. The same sparkle in her warm blue eyes, with the same wisdom shinning from them.
Stephanie placed her hands on Massimo’s shoulders, and slid his jacket off. Both she and Massimo ignored the jacket as it fell noiselessly to the floor. Next, she unknotted his tie and that too fell to the floor unnoticed by the lovers. Starting with the top button, Stephanie slowly opened the buttons of Massimo’s dress shirt. One by one the buttons were opened to reveal his still muscular chest that was covered with dark hair, with just a smattering of gray through out.
Once the shirt was completely opened, Stephanie pushed it off Massimo’s shoulders and it soon joined the other items of clothing on the floor. She ran her hands through the hair on his chest, unable to get enough of touching his body.
“I missed you,” She whispered throatily. As she leaned forward to breathe deeply of the man she loved; almost as if she was imprinting his scent on her memory to recall later when she was once again alone.
“I missed you too, darling” Massimo stepped back from Stephanie, his hands went to the buckle of his belt. He made short work of unbuckling his pants, and removing them. Stepping out of his pants, Massimo bent over to remove his socks. With only the silk boxers he still wore, Massimo took Stephanie in his arms once again and kissed her deeply.
After a moment, a moment in which the only sounds in the quiet of the luxury suite was the sounds of the lovers as they kissed, Massimo lifted his eyes to stare deeply into Stephanie’s cornflower blue eyes. He unzipped the dress that Stephanie wore, never once removing his eyes from hers. Expertly unhooking Stephanie’s bra, Massimo added it to the growing pile of clothes already on the floor. Removing her panties, Massimo stopped long enough to admire her full figure before placing her gently on the bed. After removing his silk boxer shorts, Massimo quickly joined the woman he had loved for most of his adult life on the bed.
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“May I offer you dessert?” For reasons known only to them, the simple question asked by the young waiter, caused Bridget and her friend Ashley to dissolve into a fit of giggles.
“Bridget, do you or Ashley want any dessert?” Thorne asked the two giggling teenagers. They both shook their heads no, while sneaking looks up at the waiter. “We’ll just have coffee, thank you.” Thorne told the young man. He watched as he quickly turned away from their table, the color high in his cheeks.
“Ok girls, that’s enough.” Brooke chided gently. Seeing how Rick refusal was affecting Brooke, Thorne suggested that they have dinner out. Bridget asked if Ashley could come with them and spend the night as well. Agreeing, Brooke talked to Ashley’s father, assuring him that the girls would get an early night because the next day was a school day. She and Thorne picked up the Ashley on the way to the Café Russe.
Now, watching the two girls as they ogled and giggled at every young man in the restaurant, Brooke was reminded of her own teen years with her sisters, Donna and Katie.
Thorne leaned over and placed a small kiss on the shell of Brooke’s ear. “Were you ever like that when you were their age?” He whispered.
“You won’t believe it, but I was just remembering when Donna, Katie, and I acted pretty much the same way at their age.”
“Are all teenage girls like this?” Thorne asked with a tinkle in his eye.
“Pretty much. It all starts when we discover boys I’m afraid.” Brooke admitted sheepishly.
“Well, I see I will have to be prepared to go through this again when we have our little girl.” Thorne spoke lovingly. While she and Thorne never spoke of having children, Brooke liked the idea of having a child with the man she loved. Thorne would be a good father, she thought.
Before Brooke could respond, she heard Bridget’s, loud excited whisper to Ashley. “Ashley, look at him” Brooke watched in horror as Bridget proceeded to point towards the entrance of the restaurant. “Bridget, it is rude to point.” Brooke reprimanded Bridget. Curiosity getting the better of her, Brooke turned to see what young man had caught her daughter’s attention this time. Brooke stiffened in surprise when she recognized Deacon Sharpe.
Trying hard not to show any outwards signs of agitation, Brooke found it hard to look away from Deacon. Once again he was the man in black, only this time, instead of a black tee shirt, he wore a tailored black silk shirt with a silk tie. Brooke’s eye for fashion told her not only were the shirt tailored, but the suit it self was made exclusively for the man wearing it.
A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and for the first time since seeing Deacon enter the restaurant, Brooke noticed the stunning woman at his side. Telling her self to look away from Deacon and the beautiful leggy blond, Brooke was unable to take her eyes off the couple. She watched them surreptitiously as they followed the maritre’d to their table. Cursing her luck, Brooke was finally able to look away from Deacon and his companion just as they were led to a table directly across from her own.
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Deacon Sharpe and Brea Anderson followed the maître d’ to their table. Both were unaware of the looks that followed their progression across the elegant eatery. The men watched the tall beautiful woman as she walked sexily across the room, her hips swaying fluidly, her impossibly long legs easily keeping step with the hurried maitre d’. The women were held captivated by the strikingly handsome man in black that had just a hint of danger about him. Once Brea was seated, Deacon walked to his chair. In the process of unbuttoning his suit jacket, he felt a tingle of awareness. Looking around the room, he wasn’t surprised when he saw Brooke sitting directly across from him.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, cursing his bad luck. It was not as though he didn’t want to see Brooke again, but her presence so close would not be good for his peace of mind, to say nothing of the questions he knew that would thrown at him by his dinner companion. Stealing himself, Deacon sat down, determined to enjoy his dinner.
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“Honey, what’s wrong?” Thorne knew something had changed in Brooke’s demeanor. It was almost imperceptible, but he knew he was not mistaken when he felt her stiffen as if she was ready for flight. He watched as she looked first across the restaurant and then to him. Following the direction of her eyes, he saw a man and woman being seated at a table directly across from them. Thorne noticed that the man was staring at Brooke. The proprietary urge too great to resist, Thorne threw his right arm around Brooke’s shoulder. He saw the spark of interest in the man’s heated stare and he didn’t like it.
“Brooke, do you know them?” Brooke felt as if she was coming out of a fog. Not sure if she could even speak, Brooke cleared her throat and turned to look at her husband.
“That’s Deacon Sharpe, Thorne.” She admitted quietly.
“You mean the one…”
“Yes, that’s him.” Brooke stopped Thorne, nodding her head towards Bridget and Ashley.
Thorne could see from the look in Brooke’s eyes that she didn’t want to discuss Deacon Sharpe in front of the infatuated girls. He looked over to the table once more only to find that Deacon Sharpe was still staring at Brooke. Thorne watched, as Deacon became aware of his own stare. The man looked at him and moved his mouth in a slight smile; the smile was mocking. Thorne was taken aback. He saw a hint of challenge in the cold blue green eyes that looked back at him.
“Arrogant bastard.” Thorne said under his breath. The arm that was still around Brooke’s shoulders tightened and he leaned over to place a kiss on her surprised lips.
***
Deacon snorted when he recognized the challenge Thorne Forrester issued. He smiled at the thought how futile Thorne’s efforts were. He didn’t know how and he didn’t know when, but Deacon was certain that he and Brooke would be together.
“Did you say something?” Brea asked as she looked up from her menu.
“Nope.” Deacon answered quietly, without taking his eyes off Thorne and Brooke’s table. He noticed how Brooke refused to look his way. He had to smile as he saw the two young girls looking at him with what he felt sure they thought were sexy. He guessed the blond was Brooke’s daughter.
“Ok, you want to tell me who that is?” Brea asked. Deacon turned to face his inquisitive friend.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Deacon denied and quickly looked down at the menu.
“Come on Deacon; tell it to someone who will believe that crap. I saw the way you and that woman were looking at each other.” Brea looked at the occupants of the table again. “I’m not the only one that noticed you two staring at each other.” Brea watched Deacon look over at the table again. She saw the flinty look pass through his eyes as he saw the man sitting at the table staring at him. Brea realized that she was prepared to beg Deacon if necessary. She would be curious about any woman that got to Deacon the way this woman apparently had. “Come on Deacon. We’ve been friends too long for you to start lying to me now. Who is that woman?”
Letting out a deep sigh, Deacon knew he was fighting a losing battle. “Her name Is Brooke. Brooke Forrester” Deacon admitted, determined not to give too much away.
Brea couldn’t figure out why the name was so familiar to her. She wondered if she was one of the world famous fashions Forrester’s. Then, as if a light had been turned on, Brea recalled earlier conversations she and Deacon had about a young boy and a son. “Is she related to that boy you were telling me about?”
“Yes, Brooke is his mother.”
“Oh,” Brea looked at the table again. She remembered the unbelievable story Deacon had told her of the rich kid and his family. “So, that’s the boy’s mother, huh? That’s not the father is it? That guy doesn’t look as old as you said the boy’s father was.” Brea looked at Thorne with interest. “He’s hot!”
“No, he isn’t.” Deacon ignored Brea’s commentary on Thorne’s supposed hotness. “The father I mean”, Deacon clarified.
“Funny, she doesn’t look old enough to be the mother of a 20 year old. So, what’s between you and this Brooke?” Brea asked as only a good friend could.
“There‘s nothing between us.” Deacon denied quickly. “Just drop it Brea. Let’s order.”
Brea watched as Deacon turned his attention to his menu. She wasn’t fooled by him. “Is that her husband? He‘s very good looking don‘t you think?.” Brea noticed how Deacon clenched his jaw, but he said nothing. “It looks like they’re leaving.” Brea watched as Deacon quickly looked over in the other table’s direction. Holding the menu up, Brea smiled as Deacon’s eyes followed the woman’s progress out of the restaurant. The teenagers slowed down when they were abreast of their table, and stared at Deacon. Brea smiled as they giggled and whispered to each other, while Deacon looked on uncomfortably.
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The Next Day
Brooke lay beside a sleeping Thorne, her mind filled with images of Deacon from last night. Though it had been only a couple of weeks since he kissed her so passionately, her face still flushed with shame when she remembered how easily Deacon seduced her. Seduced? That’s not right, Brooke thought to herself. If she was honest with herself, she was forced to admit that there was no seduction needed. The moment their eyes met that first time at his club, she responded to him as she never had to any other man, including Ridge. Forcing thoughts of Deacon from her mid, Brooke threw the covers back, prepared to get out of bed, hopefully, without rousing her sleeping husband.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Thorne asked sleepily.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, it’s still early”. Brooke whispered softly.
“No don’t’ go. I want to make love to my wife again”. Thorne said throatily.
“Umm, I would enjoy nothing more than to lie here in your arms all day, but I have an early morning meeting with the new Forrester Attorney.”
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“You’re the boss, reschedule it” Thorne demanded playfully. “I want to make love to my sexy wife. I want to keep you in this bed and never let you go.”
“That wouldn’t be very practical, now would it?”
“So, who wants to be practical?” Thorne joked.
“We do. Forrester’s showing is soon and that means you‘re going to be very busy in a couple of days.” Brooke leaned over and kissed Thorne soundly on the lips. “Now, I hate to do this, but I can’t cancel my meeting.”
Thorne lay back on the bed, his lower torso covered by a thin silken sheet, his chest bare. “Ok, your lost.” Thorne said with a snicker. He watched as Brooke walked around their bedroom completely unselfconscious of her nudity‘. unaware of just how beautiful she was. “You said, ‘new Forrester Attorney’, I thought Jonathan’s firm handled all of Forrester’s legal stuff.”
“Do you honestly believe that I could trust that old fool after what he and Stephanie tried to do? Besides, he is your parent’s private attorney, so he’s looking out for their best interest…not mine.”
“I guess I can see your point about Jonathan, but don’t look for mother to agree. You know how she feels about Jonathan.” Thorne warned.
“I could care less if your mother agrees or not. The days of my giving a damn what Stephanie thought are long gone.” Brooke said, turning to head into the bathroom for her shower. Realizing how harsh she sounded, Brooke stopped in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom. She felt bad when she saw the pensive look Thorne wore.
“So, are you planning on lying around all day, or do you want to join me in the shower?” She asked sexily. Brooke watched as Thorne slowly smiled and threw back the thin blanket. As always, her breath caught when she looked at his body. By the time he got to her side, he had a full erection.
“What does this tell you?” Thorne asked, looking down at his erection.
“It tells me I’m married to one horney man and I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” Brooke said with a small giggle. Thorne followed Brooke into the bathroom.
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“I have to get home, darling. Eric will be in sometime today and I’ll have to explain why I was out all night as it is.” Stephanie said, although she made no effort to get out of the bed she and Massimo had shared for the last several hours. In fact, Stephanie enjoyed the freedom that being with Massimo brought. She didn’t have to worry how she looked and she didn’t have to worry about shocking him. Some of the things they did last night and again this morning would have shocked Eric had he known. He would never expect Stephanie to be such an adventurous lover as she was with Massimo.
Massimo walked out of the adjoining bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist. “What if I don’t let you go?” Though he said it jokingly, Massimo was very serious. He was tired of their hit and run affair. He wanted everyone to know about them. Most of all, he wanted Eric Forrester to know that he, Massimo Maroni had taken back what was his.
Stephanie could tell by the look in Massimo’s eyes that all though he joked about it, he was deadly serious. She guessed she couldn’t blame him for wanting to let everyone know about them, but she still held back. It was more than the allegiance she felt she owned to Eric that stopped her. She worried how her family would react to her not only leaving her marriage, but to her becoming involved with a man like Massimo, a man they knew nothing about.
“Mass…” Stephanie started.
“No, don’t answer that. I know what you’re going to say.” Massimo said, unable to hide the anger that crepe into his voice. “I know, I know. You can’t leave your family, right?”
“You know I would if I could Mass.” Stephanie pleaded for understanding from her lover.
“I guess I don’t understand why you can’t, Stephanie. Look, now is not the time to argue about this.” Massimo walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Reaching out, he slowly caressed her cheek. “I don’t anything to ruin what has been such a wonderful time for us. It’s enough…for now.”
“Oh Mass. I do love you.”
“I know you do. I love you too.” Massimo leaned over Stephanie and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Come back to bed, Mass.” Stephanie pouted sexily.
Before Massimo could accept Stephanie’s invitation, the telephone near the bed rang. “I am sorry, darling, but I have to get this.” Getting up from the bed, Massimo turned his back to Stephanie.
“Massimo here.” He said brusquely. After a moment, he continued. “Are you sure? When?”
Stephanie watched as Massimo listened intently to the person on the other end of the line. Something was wrong, she thought. She could tell by Massimo’s body language that something important had happened. She also had a feeling that whatever it was, it was something that would take Massimo away from her again.
“Frederick, have the jet ready and call ahead to our people and tell them I want things handled on the other end. Give me a half hour and send Sam back with the car. And Frederick, I don’t want anything to go wrong, understand?” The last part was said in a menacingly quiet tone.
Absently hanging up the telephone, Massimo’s mind was running ahead to the news he just received. “Sweetheart, as you no doubt heard, I have some urgent business I have to take care of, and unfortunately, I must leave town immediately.”
“So I heard,” Stephanie admitted, her voice held just the tiniest bit of hurt. “When will you get back?”
Massimo mind was a riot of thoughts. Finally, he thought. Now there was nothing standing in the way of him finding answers to questions he had been asking for more than thirty five years. He quickly walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Stephanie heard the shower start and she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. Massimo had not answered her question, it could not have been more was obvious that she was the last thing on him mind at the moment.
Getting up from the bed, Stephanie picked up her clothes from the floor and walked out of the bedroom. In another bedroom down the hall from the room she shared with Massimo the pervious night, Stephanie hurriedly showered and dressed in the suit she had worn the night before. She stood before the mirror to comb her hair, refusing to meet the eyes of her own reflection. She was afraid of what she would see there. The total rejection she felt perhaps? Stifling the sob that rose up in her throat from deep within, Stephanie grabbed her purse and quietly let herself out of the suite.
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“I believe this is exactly what you’re looking for. Notice how large and airy the reception area is. There is actually three offices in this suite, but if you wanted to grow in a couple of years, it may come in handy. This is a tad bit more pricey than the two properties we looked at yesterday, but you must remember that this is Brentwood and not downtown Los Angeles.”
“What do you think, Taylor?” James asked expectedly as looked around the suite of offices. When no answer was forth coming, James turned to face Taylor. He was disappointed but not surprised to see that she was lost deep in her own thoughts. It had been this way for weeks now. She refused to talk to him about it, and at first he wondered if she regretted her offer to become partners in their own business.
“Mrs. Levy, thank you, but Dr. Forrester and I would like to go over everything and we will get back with you this afternoon or tomorrow.”
Caroline Levy eyed Taylor wearily. She noticed how Dr. Forrester had said little or nothing the whole morning. “As you wish, Dr. Warwick. I will leave you to let your selves out and I shall await your call.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Levy. You’re very kind.” James said charmingly.
Caroline Levy turned quickly before the charismatic Dr. Warwick noticed the high color in her cheeks. She found Dr. Warwick to be perfectly charming, which was more than she could say for the self-evolved Dr. Forrester.
James watched as the realtor closed the door behind her. He quickly turned to face Taylor. “Alright, Taylor we are not leaving here until you tell me what is wrong!” James said sternly.
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“Hi Megan.” Christy spoke quietly to the Forrester secretary.
“Hello Christy, going to see Ridge again.” Megan asked bluntly. She wanted Christy to know that she knew what was going on. It didn’t concern her that Christy could then say something to Ridge. Megan almost dared Ridge to say something to her about the way she spoke to his mistress.
Christy could feel her cheeks grow warm. She felt sure that they must be as red as a neon sign. “Y…yes, I have a fitting with Mr. Forrester.” Christy stammered as she valiantly tried to keep her voice steady.
“Oh, so that’s what they’re calling it these days, huh?” Megan smirked.
“I…I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”
“I think you do, Christy, but never mind. I’m sure Ridge is ready for you.” Megan dismissed coldly. She supposed she shouldn’t take it out on Christy, after all, Ridge was the one that is married to Taylor and has three children at home. It just bugged her no end that he had little or no shame about his cheating, and even worse, he had made her an unwilling accomplish. Ridge had to know that she knew what was going on. Sure, he thought he was being slick, but he had to know that she could hear them and see Christy after their sexual romps. The girl looked well and truly f*cked when she walked out of his office after one their “fittings”. Taking her self to task, Megan decided to ignore what was going on. No, Megan thought to herself, best to ignore Ridge and his mistress, and not become involved in their clandestine affair. Secretly, Megan couldn’t help but long for the day when Ridge dirty little secret was no longer secret.
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“I mean it Taylor. You’ve not been yourself since my return. Is there something that I said or did? Are you angry with me, because we don’t…”
“No, no, James. It’s nothing that you have done. You have been nothing but a great friend to me, but…”
“But what? What is it then?” James asked anxiously, concerned for his friend.
“Look, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.” Taylor said, quickly turning her head from James before he saw the tears. “This is nice, I like the colors.” Taylor tried valiantly to keep the tears at bay.
“Forget the colors, forget the office, forget everything.” James moved to stand in front of Taylor, looking deeply into her eyes. He could see pain there. “Taylor, I have known you a very long time and I can see that there is something terribly wrong here. Please, let me help you.”
“I..I…can’t talk to you about this.”
“Why ever not. I’m your friend as well as your colleague.” James tried to stifle the hurt he felt at Taylor’s unwillingness to talk to him. They once shared an easy relationship, but that all changed once Ridge came into the picture. “I hate to see you this way, Taylor and I only want to help you.” James pleaded softly.
Still, Taylor hesitated. If she gave voice to the dark thoughts that whirled inside her, she feared that she would have to face some hard truths about her life with Ridge. At the same time, she needed to unburden herself. Her thoughts ate at her daily, and she knew James was right. She had to talk to someone about what she was going thought was happening. Maybe James would tell her how foolish she was being, Taylor thought. Swallowing deeply, she forced the horrible truth past her suddenly dry lips. “I…I think Ridge is cheating on me.” Saying it out loud opened the floor gates, the tears flowed easily down her cheeks.
“Taylor, dear. I’m so sorry. James was at a loss. He never thought Ridge deserved Taylor, but because Taylor loved him, he supported their marriage and kept his opinions to himself. “Who is Ridge having an affair with?” James realized as quickly as he asked the question how unimportant it was who Ridge with cheating with. “Do you know this for certain, has Ridge admitted to an affair.”
“Of course not. I haven’t seen my husband long enough to talk to him. Most days he leaves the house before the kids and I are up, he doesn’t come home until well after we’re all asleep.”
“Doesn’t Forrester have a showing coming up?”
“Yes, but this is different James. I know the routine when they’re getting ready for a showing, but this is different. Ridge never stayed out until all hours. He made sure that he was there to tuck the kids into bed and we would share a romantic dinner. Now, he’s barely home and when he is he’s working in his study.” Taylor cried, getting more agitated.
“So, you don’t know for sure that he is having an affair, right?” James asked, trying to be reasonable.
“No, I just know it.” Taylor admitted, almost meekly.
“Taylor, you know better than that. You can’t assume anything until you speak with Ridge.”
“Why? If he denies it, I’ll know he’s lying and if he admits it, I couldn’t bear it, James.”
James was angry. He had known Taylor for a long time and the woman he saw before him today bore little resemblance to the strong independent woman that he had loved and admired. If you asked him, Taylor had paid a high price when she married Ridge.
James enclosed Taylor gently in his arms. He couldn’t bare to see the wounded look in her eyes. “Taylor, talk to Ridge. What good is your marriage if you can’t trust him?”
“I know that, James, but I can’t confront him.” Taylor was silent for a moment. “But I do know where to go for answers.”
“Wait a minute, where are you going?” A shocked James asked as he watched Taylor start to walk out the door. Just moments before, he was comforting her, now she wore a look of fierce determination.
“James, I will contact you later today, but first I have to find out some answers.” James could do nothing as he watched Taylor practically run out the door.
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Deacon unlocked the door to his beach house and walked in. Sighing wearily, he tried to ignore the feeling of déjà vu that assailed him every time he entered his house. His mind would often wonder back to that night two weeks ago when he had Brooke on his bed. He could still taste her sweet mouth; her perfume still hung in the air around him. He could recall with vivid clarity how her body felt pressed against his own. Seeing her last night with her husband did not damper the need he felt every time he looked at her.
After their night together, he called Nick Castaliano and accepted the job the very next day. He was pleasantly surprised when he found that Nick was offering a partnership rather than a working relationship; Deacon would owe fifty percent of the club and restaurant. After living a nomadic life for last seventeen years, he was ready to put down some roots, accomplish goals and have something to show for all the hard work he did, and perhaps marry...
Throwing his keys on the breakfast counter, Deacon retrieved a bottle of beer out of the refrigerator. Normally, he didn’t drink so early in the afternoon, but after dealing with unions, contractors, and Los Angeles city officials, he needed to relax the row of knots between his shoulders blades. Walking towards the couch, he noticed the message light on his telephone blinking. Taking a long appreciated sip of his beer, he pressed the button to hear the lone message. He nearly dropped the beer when he heard a voice from the past.
“Deacon honey, its me; Betty. Your father had a heart attack this morning...I’m sorry honey, but your dad just died. When you get this message call me…please.”
“He’s not my father“, Deacon said quietly to the empty room.
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“Brooke, we need to talk!”
Brooke looked up to see Taylor standing in the door of her office. She watched as Taylor firmly closed the door and walked into her office. Sighing deeply, Brooke hoped this wasn’t going to be as unpleasant as her “talks with Taylor often were.
“What can I do for you Taylor?” Seeing Taylor standing before her, her feathers clearly ruffled about something, Brooke realized that she hadn’t really spoken to Taylor since the whole mess in Venice. The two women met at family functions and managed to ignore each other rather nicely. Brooke couldn’t imagine what had gotten Taylor so riled up, but she really wasn’t in the mood to deal with her it today.
“When are you going to give up, Brooke?” .
“What are you going on about, Taylor. As you can see I’m busy here.”
“You’re busy alright”, Taylor said. “You’re busily trying to break up my marriage. Don’t think you are fooling me like you have all the others fooled.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I have barely seen Ridge lately. How am I trying to break up your marriage?”
“You are deliberately keeping my husband here working through out the night. You’re trying to cause trouble between us by making up excuses to keep him here and away from his family.” By now, Taylor had worked herself into lather, her body rife with righteous indignation.
“Whoa, what are you talking about? You have been married to Ridge long enough to know how it is around here just weeks before a showing.”
“Ridge didn’t come home until well after 3:00 a.m. the other day. Don’t tell me that you and he are working all that time.”
“I’m not trying to tell you anything. If your husband is working until 3 o’clock in the morning, it has nothing to do with me.” Brooke said, growing impatient with Taylor and tales of her errant husband.
“Why do you insist on acting innocent? I remember well what happened in that hotel room in Venice. I know how you feel about my husband.”
Brooke felt a black anger come over her at the mention of what happened in Venice. She had forgiven Thorne for not believing in her but she would never forgive Ridge for what he did. As for Taylor, as far as Brooke was concerned, what happened was typical of the things Taylor had done only to blame others for. She could still see her crying, begging for Brooke to understand that she had no choice; her bags were packed and the limousine was waiting. What did surprise Brooke was how soon Taylor turned on her. It had only been a month earlier that a dying Taylor had begged Brooke to be there for Ridge and the kids if anything should happen to her. Now, standing on the other side of her desk, Brooke found it hard to believe that Taylor would have the unmitigated gall to throw what happened in Venice in her face.
Breathing deeply, Brooke wouldn’t give Taylor the satisfaction of losing her temper. “So, you think you know what happened in that hotel room, huh?
“You know as well as I do what happened. You saw an opportunity to screw my husband and you took it. Too bad for you that it wasn’t real.” Taylor looked on Brooke with contempt.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure of that if I were you Taylor. What I felt between Ridge and me that day was very real.” Brooke said suggestively.
“What are you talking about?” Taylor threw her head back and laughed loudly. “Surely you have not deluded yourself into thinking what happened meant anything to Ridge.”
Brooke stood up form her chair. The red clingy jersey dress she wore emphasized her small waist and her womanly curves. Leaning forward, she spoke softly and seductively to Taylor. “I know what I felt that day Taylor, after all, Ridge and I have made love a thousand times before. I know how his body reacts when he wants me. I heard the breath that he couldn’t quite catch. I felt his hardened nipples under my hands as I tried to push him away from me. I certainly know what Ridge feels like…aroused. I know that look he gets in his eyes when he wants to make love.”
Having made her point, Brooke sat down. “Now, I suggest you run home like a good little wife and confront your husband. If he is working late every night, well, it sounds like a personal problem to me. I have little interest in Ridge these days other than what he creates for this company.”
Ignoring Taylor standing before her desk, mouth open and giving all appearance of being in a stupor, Brooke immersed herself in the paperwork on her desk. After a moment Taylor flounced out of the room without another word.
***
“Has everything been taken care of?”
“Yes, Sir. There will be a limousine waiting for you the moment we land.” Frederick Sorensen assured his boss, Massimo Maroni. They were in Massimo’s private plane, jetting towards Las Vegas Nevada from Los Angeles. The plane was due to land in less than ten minutes. Frederick watched, as the usually cool Massimo appeared to exhibit a slight case of nerves.
“Good, good. I don’t want anything to go wrong; is that understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Maroni. I can assure you sir that everything you requested has been taken care of and is simply awaiting your arrival.” Frederick didn’t rattle easily and after working for Massimo Maroni as a personal assistant for over fifteen years, the mans temper could still put the fear of God in him. Luckily, he personally had never been on the receiving end of Massimo’s anger, but he in was unlucky enough to be in the room when it was unleashed on a hapless employee’s head.
When Massimo didn’t respond, Frederick walked back to his seat and strapped himself in for the upcoming landing. He prayed that the Vegas people followed his meticulous instructions, or there would be hell to pay. This one was personal and Frederick pitied the man that failed Massimo Maroni today.
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Massimo Maroni gave every impression of a man used to getting his way. No one would know by looking at him that he had fallen in love only twice in his life, and both times, something happened to keep him and the woman apart.
As far back as Massimo could remember he loved Stephanie Douglas. The first time he saw the blond haired blue eyed girl, he knew he was destined to love her for the rest of his life. They both were five years old.
Nothing changed for Massimo. Throughout their years, first in grade school and then high school, Massimo knew that he would marry Stephanie. He recalled with a grim sense of irony, how his father encouraged the budding relationship between the two. After all, the Douglas family was one of the oldest families in the Grosse Point area. It was rumored that old Franklin Juniper Douglas could trace his lineage back to King George I. He was not adverse to reminding those in his presence that he was a fourth cousin to the current king of England, King George VI and that he had attended the kings coronation after King Edward VIII abdicated . Nuziano, Massimo’s father, not only encouraged his son’s interest in Stephanie; he became an active partner at times.
Nuziano, with the help of his wife, Gabriella, held lavish dinner parties and invited the Douglas family. In fact, Nuziano made certain to invite only the best people. He counted himself as one of the chosen people of Grosse Point. His fortune, although not as old as some, but just as vast. No one need know that Nuziano Maroni amassed much of it during the waning years of prohibition. Nuziano’s country club cronies would be surprised to learn that the dapper man they knew was once a notorious rumrunner in the thirties.
While in his early twenties, Nuziano Maroni took advantage of Detroit’s close proximity to neighboring Canada. Scarping up enough money to buy three old trucks, Nuziano was soon making weekly runs into Canada, filling the trucks up with cheap liquor that was soon distributed throughout the Midwest. It wasn’t long before the young entrepreneur figured he’d make even more money selling his booze in his own speakeasies.
When in their junior year of college, Massimo Maroni and Stephan Douglas became engaged and Nuziano was over the moon. He ordered his wife to plan a party, the likes of which had never been seen in Grosse Point. Money was no object for the euphoric Nuziano. His son, a second generation Italian American, was about to marry Stephanie Douglas, member of one of the oldest families in Grosse Point.
Gertrude Steeling, the Douglas family housekeeper, would later recount to her counterpart in the Smithfield’s household, the exact words that Franklin Juniper Douglas vehemently shouted upon hearing of his daughter’s engagement to Massimo Maroni. To the delight of the listening staff nearby and to his daughter’s consternation, Franklin made it clear that he had no intention of “deluding” the family bloodline with a foreigner and if Stephanie continued with her “folly”, he would not only disinherit her, but disown her as well. At first, Stephanie thought to defy her father, after all, it was the 1960’s, not the 30’s, she thought bitterly. Upon further reflection, Stephanie had to the conclusion that, while she could live with the family money, after all, the Maroni’s were of equal wealth if not more. No, her greatest fear was being excluded from the family fold; to be literally tossed out, never to darken the Douglas estate again. Needless to say, the engagement was soon broken.
Not only was Stephanie ordered to break off the engagement, she was also told to cease all contact with the “foreigner”. Distraught when Stephanie broke off their engagement, Massimo was inconsolable when she refused to see him. It was as if he no longer existed for her. When a year and a half later, Stephanie Douglas wed Eric Forrester, Massimo was heartbroken; Nuziano was devastated.
Somehow, after Stephanie’s rejection, Massimo managed to finish college. Afterward, he drifted aimlessly between booze and women, unable to forget Stephanie, who by this time, had moved out to Los Angeles to start her life with Eric Forrester.
Three years later, Massimo still mourned for what could have been. His friends, Dave Reuland and Scott Flanagan, decided enough was enough. Three years was far too long to grieve for a woman that didn’t love him enough to defy her father, they firmly told Massimo. Deciding to take matters in their own hands, the two friends convinced the non to eager Massimo to leave it all behind for a couple of weeks. So, with two of his best friends in tow, Massimo Maroni boarded a private plane bound for Vegas.
The plane hit a pocket of turbulence, bringing Massimo back to the present. Looking down at his thin gold Rolex, he removed his cell phone from his breast pocket. Quickly punching in the number on the small keypad, he waited for the other line to answer.
“Stephanie Forrester.” Stephanie answered absently, her mind not on the tedious job of seating arrangements for the up coming Forrester showing.
Massimo breathed deeply. His memories of their past were so vivid, he wanted to reassure himself that Stephanie was indeed a part of his life again.
“Hello, darling.”
Massimo’s baritone voice resonated deeply inside Stephanie, sending chills down her spine. “Oh Mass,” she said simply, overcome with joy at the sound of his voice.
“I needed to hear your voice.” He spoke quietly, aware of his assistant sitting across aisle from him on the small plane.
“I’m so happy you called. I guess I needed to hear your voice too. Where are you?” Stephanie asked after a slight hesitation.
“High above the sky and too far away from you.”
Stephanie noticed how smoothly Massimo sidestepped her question. She wasn’t angry with him because she had always known that he was a private man. “When will you be back in LA?” Stephanie asked, hoping that this was at least permissible.
“In a couple of weeks.”
“Weeks!” Stephanie repeated. “I thought you were only to be gone a couple of days at the most.”
“Darling, I have been shamefully neglecting my business to be with you.” Massimo didn’t feel the least bit of guilt for letting Stephanie believe this was a business trip. This trip was personal; but he wasn’t quite ready to share that part of himself with Stephanie. Soon, but not now. “I will make it up to you when I return.” Massimo said, trying to appease Stephanie.
“That gives me something to look forward to, I suppose.” Stephanie said with forced gaiety. “It’s just…well; I’m disappointed that you won’t be here for the showing and for me. I miss you.” Stephanie admitted, wondering if she should leave herself open like that. Letting Massimo know how important he had become to her would give him a great advantage over her. Stephanie wasn’t used to that and she wasn’t sure if she liked it.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” Because of his earlier memories, Massimo too was feeling vulnerable. It was time to move their relationship to the next level. He didn’t like sneaking around with the woman he loved. It was time that Stephanie made a decision.
“Stephanie, when I return to LA, I want you to come and live with me, openly.” Massimo kept his voice steady. Though the wounds of her rejection healed years ago, he would never forget how it felt to have her completely turn her back on him.
“Massimo, we have talked about this. I can’t…”
“Stephanie, do you love me?” Massimo demanded.
“You know I do, Mass. I love you more than I thought possible to love another human being, but I can’t abandon my family.”
“You keep saying that, yet, all your children are grown. What you really mean is you can’t abandon him. I won’t go on sharing you with a man I detest...”
“You’re not sharing me with anyone, Massimo. I am not sleeping with Eric!” Stephanie said loudly. She looked up at her door, satisfying her self that it was closed and no one was lurking outside her office.
“You think that is all I’m concerned with? You have done nothing but put him before me at every turn.” Massimo stopped to drag in a deep breath. “I love you Stephanie, but I won’t wait forever.”
“Mass…” Stephanie started.
“I mean it, Stephanie. Either you let your family know about me and we move in together or…”
“Or what?” Stephanie asked when Massimo stopped, unaware that she was holding her breath.
“Or, that‘s it. I won‘t share you with him anymore, Stephanie.” Massimo quickly disconnected the call before he changed his mind. He was Massimo Maroni; advisor to presidents, a man that was richer than some countries. He would not lose out to a man that drew frilly dresses for a living…not again.
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Preview Chapter 6
Eric heard the music even before the guesthouse came into view. It was well after midnight, and for the second night in a row, Rick was having a party in the house.
The closer he drew to the house, the louder the music got. He saw beer cans and cigarette butts strewn over the lawn. He thought he smelt the pungent odor of marijuana, but he couldn’t be certain.
Opening the door to the house, Eric was met with a wall of young bodies and cigarette smoke. Everyone appeared to be talking all at once, standing around smoking and drinking excessively.
“Rick!” Eric called out loudly. Except for a few people standing closest to him, he was completely ignored.
Forcing himself into the crowd, Eric made his way to the other side of the house, hoping to see Rick. Once he made it to the other side, he again called out Rick’s name. “Rick, where are you?” Again, there was no response. Frustrated, Eric turned the knob that led to one of the bedrooms. He stopped short when he saw his son lying flat on his back on the bed, naked as the day he was born, a young woman lying on her stomach, her head between his legs. Neither looked up when Eric opened the door.
“Rick!” Eric shouted. He watched as Rick jackknifed into a sitting position, his knees coming together, locking the girl’s head between them.
“Dad! What are you doing here?” Rick asked, flustered to have his dad see him like this.
“I want to see you in my study in twenty minutes. I want every one of your guest gone, understand?”
“Y…yes dad.” Rick stammered out. “Twenty minutes.”
Eric slammed door and made his way back through the crowd.
Rick lay back against the pillows. Nikki, who had finally gotten her head free, looked up at Rick.
“Are you in trouble?” She asked, with real concern.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Hey, did that joint go out?” Rick asked, nodding his head toward the ashtray.
Candy handed Rick the butt in the ashtray and watched as he lit it. Taking a deep pull on the small joint, Rick closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the smoke in his lungs and the effects of the drug.
“Do you want me to leave?” Candy asked after a moment of awkward silence in the room.
“No, I want you to finish what you were doing?” Rick said with a smirk.
“But your dad…” Candy started.
“My dad can go to hell!” Rick said emphatically.
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« Reply #4 on Jul 10, 2005, 9:57pm » | |
I have to admit I'm fan of Brooke and Deacon. I know it wasn't right what they did to Bridget but I didn't care. I still liked them. I bet Mr. Bell is kicking him self for not having Brooke and Deacon meet first.
When will Brooke and Deacon get together. Will she cheat on Thorne? I would feel sorry for him but he was defending his mama and I got the feeling he was blaming Brooke for everything.
Rick needs a good butt kicking. He is just proved his mother right that he is not ready for a family.
I can't wait for Taylor to find out who Ridge is cheating with. Can't blame Brooke this time I know somehow she will.
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« Reply #5 on Jul 10, 2005, 10:04pm » | |
I have to agree, I loved Breacon. Every time I read this story or see their photos I wish that they had done them without the Bridget factor. Makes me think about starting Stolen Moments again too.
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| | Re: Sinful Seduction Chapter 5
« Reply #6 on Jul 11, 2005, 2:46pm » | |
I know they were a guilty pleasure for me. It was like she was saying Ridge who but it was still bad what they did.
I hope you write more of Stolen Moments. I can't wait to find out how everybody is going to react to them being married.
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| | Re: Sinful Seduction Chapter 5
« Reply #7 on Jul 11, 2005, 5:44pm » | |
Breacon was my guilty pleasure too. They were so gosh darn HOT!!!!!!!! I would actually blush while watching their scenes. Bell made a big mistake putting such a sexy beast with that child, Bridget. Breacon could be going strong even now had Bell written it well.
Once again, aeryn, thank you for reading my fan fiction. Brooke finds it hard to resist the pull of bad boy Deacon, but there is her husband, Thorne, whom she loves very much. Things are coming up in future chapters that will test the bond that binds Brooke and Thorne. Will they survive? We'll see.
Rick is a little boy that has lost his toy, (Amber), and now he is rebelling. He will have a lot of growing up to do and in upcoming chapters, he will be faced with some very interesting choices.
Dot!!!! Please, I would love it if you started Stolen Moments again. That was one of my favorite fan fictions. I hope you do decide to continue that wonderful story.
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| | Re: Sinful Seduction Chapter 5
« Reply #8 on Jul 13, 2005, 12:03pm » | |
Kay, I haven't had a chance to post my complete comments yet, but I'm really glad that you took this up again. Although I couldn't get into Breacon at all onscreen, I do like them in fan fictions.
I have a quick question about Rick. I understand that he's rebelling, but is he personally pissed off with Eric about something? And, is he living with Eric on a full-time basis or just visiting?
Thanks again for all your great writing!
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| | Re: Sinful Seduction Chapter 5
« Reply #9 on Aug 8, 2005, 12:50pm » | |
I loved Brooke and Deacon on screen and I love this fan fic! Please give us more!
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| | Re: Sinful Seduction Chapter 5
« Reply #10 on Dec 29, 2006, 3:48pm » | |
Are we ever going see more of this story? The show sucks and I love this story. I need to know how Brooke and Decon get togetherl. 
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