It had been a month since she encountered Carter Gordon and his offer is still hunting her. She was arranging the paintings that need to be auctioned, like the rest of the furniture so they can put the house in Easton, Connecticut for sale.
It was the last estate to say goodbye to and next month everything will be on sale which means they will lose it all, except for her childhood house in Essex, New Jersey, the one with 4 rooms where her single mother died.
She had refused to sell it and now it had saved them from being homeless.
She hated losing her precious paintings, her money, her status and the thought of losing them made her think of Carter Gordon's tempting offer even more, the option to save herself and the lifestyle she had accustomed to give her the chills that made her uneasy.
"Where is my dinner? Are you still in the study?" Lord Jason Brighton yelled out in the hall way, he was cruel, demanding and she could hear the sound of the wheel of his wheelchair outside squeaking lauder as it comes closer.
"Yes. I'm about done now. I'll be right there." He was always that damning.
"It's almost dinner. Damnit"
"Right behind you."
Tears came falling suddenly and she quickly drew out one breath to stop it from continuing. If Jason didn't have the accident, if Jason didn't suffer and his trusted men didn't betray him they would still have it all, however he did have the accident.
It was there one year anniversary, he was going to take her to the cabin after not weeing her for months to spend a romantic week with her and she refused the idea of being alone with him when he demanded for her to pack her bags.
However, the fight had escalated, he shoved all her things to the luggage while scolding her and even dragged her in the car. They had fought, she named his affair to Katie Hill even before their marriage while he accused her of not even loving him, of not even letting him touch her and she only wanted his money. Lets get a divorce then she had said and he had said she would love that so he wouldn't.
Suddenly someone had hit them, the car flew up in the air and it flipped them to the nearest tree. The driver side was crushed and she felt the blood on her head while her body became numb with pain, she couldn't turn then she past out.
She couldn't remember anything except her mother and Carter Gordon. Her mother had came and explained to her that she couldn't see Carter because they are not friends anymore, she was married to Jason the man who was in the other room, he had white hair, wrinkly and badly wounded.
She refused the touch him and angered by the fact her mother insisted to stay in the room of that stranger. Her mother explained that she was married to him again and she refused to believe it.
"I wouldn't marry him his old. I don't know that man."
"It's been weeks, he will not walk again, you will have to take care of him, he has no family, you owe it to him.."
"Owe him. I wouldn't marry him, Why would I marry him? I love Carter."
"You had to." Her mother explained.
"What? Why?"
"He helped us with the house, with our debts, with our face and with my medical. You see because I'm sick. It was our easy way out." It was a slight forgetfulness. Only a day but that forgetfulness sum it all up to the false reason why she married the man she didn't love.
Her mother was there, she looked weak, sickly still and when she woke up her mother tries to help her which she refused.
"Mother how is Jason?"
"His still unconscious." Her mother sat beside her hugging her.
"Are you well with the nurses and the help in the house?" She hugger her mother back.
"Your remembering."
"I remember everything."
"Everything is well."
"You should move to a better house, or closer to me so I can take care of you, or I can buy you a house closer to the beach perhaps?"
"No. I'm happy to stay in our house. I don't need anything else but maybe a visit or two. I will not live long."
"I don't want to talk about that. But you should go home and rest. The flight must have weaken you."
That was the last conversation her mother and her made and when her mother returned home she had died a week later.
Jason was recovering in their house in Boston and would not dare speak to her yet. She had blamed her for the accident. She had blamed herself, even blaming herself for her mother's passing, somehow blamed him also for his affair.
But she felt she owed him to stay and owed him to care for him. He had turned sour, uncaring, foolish drunk and the women Katie Hill was tainting him more against her. He couldn't use his important part and they will never have children anyhow so she didn't care.
Might as well because then he would never let him touch her again after he had cheated on her. But now that his money has been drained where is Katie Hill?
They will arrived at the house in Essex, New Jersey next week they were not poor, they were not suffering but her mother had pride. She was going to lose her house, their neighbors would know, their friends and now as she goes home losing everything she knew the neighbors will bound to find out. She couldn't bare it.
She had to do something, she can't be miserable with Lord Jason Brighton forever, she refuse that kind of life, she knew she has responsibility to care for him but refuse to be his prisoner.
In the dead of night.
Carter Gordon was in the rooftop of his loft while listening to an audiobook. She stopped the player at the classic living room the upstairs of the other living room close to the entrance which they had made love.
Rosa looked at the space while trembling, she looked around and realize that the classic living room was clearly for play, with a bar, pool table, vintage jukebox and made to assemble a man's lounge. She became unsettled and regretted why she was there, glad that the lights were dimmed and the room dark maybe she could escape.
She was about to leave when he spotted her by the player. He had no shirt on, only a tight hugging boxers, he was sweaty from the summer weather outside, he was sexy, he grew out his beard since she last saw him he looked like a Greek god. The darkness made him more mysterious and intimidating.
She was standing awkwardly, uncertain, Holding the bottom hemline of her blue v neck dress as it fell just the same length as her hands at the side, she was like a scared mouse in that little corner and he walked towards her like a hungry cat eyeing his hunt.
He step closer to her and her breathing became harder that she could feel the beating on her throat. His hands caressed her arms, then lingered on her waist, awakening her senses, then gently he pushed her with his thigh to the wall with his body pressing against her, plastering their bodies together, her breast against his chest, his legs between hers, holding her down and his hips were cradled against her.
"Are you here for this?" He didn't wait for her to answer.
His mouth came down on hers, claiming passionately, his tongue sliding against her with long possessive strokes and with one deep kiss his hands reached behind her ass to pull her tight against him. She closed her eyes, forcing her body to relax, he was getting hard at the sensation and the slow heat begin to build between her legs. Her hands pressed against his forearms for support.
Her body tightened with the slow movement of his hips, bumping against her while he swallowed every whimper and moaned escaped her lips. His kissed trailed down the V line of her dress, licking the skin, the cleavage while his fingers slid along the damp skin and his other hand kneading the curve of her breast inside her dress, sending shivers down her spine.
She arched into the touch which urged him to continue, his thumb inside her dress stroke her nipple drawing it to the peak beneath the dress. He pressed harder on her, she could feel the fire between her legs, pulsating against him and he found himself staring at her face full of lust and hunger.
"Please stop looking at me like that." But he didn't stop, instead he demanded her to look at him the same, holding her chin so she wouldn't look away while he pushed against her more, slowly, grinding, rubbing his hard erection on her, the pressure dampening her and his piercing stare never leaving her.
He licked her mouth, nibbling her lips and then he bent to take her nipple after uncovering it.
He suckled her nipple like a hungry cub, she let out a broken sigh, her breast felt tight, her nipple hardened, she like his hungry mouth sucking her, licking her with his tongue, leaving wet traces around the nipples, she hold still bracing herself and grasping on his shoulders.
She felt his hand on her dress, pulling it upward slowly caressing insider her thighs, warming, burning her skin until it reached the damp moist between her legs. He pulled off her underwear, letting it fall to the ground and he kissed her only to jumped at the instant invading finger. He found himself staring at her reaction, admiring the lust, her anticipation, her every tremble and raspier breath.
"Carter you're embarrassing me please don't stare so much."
