“Don’t say shit like that, Lucas. I’ll find her. Killing Dominic wasn’t the smartest move. I can feel we’re close.”
“She’s gone, Sean.”
“No. Don’t say crap like that to me. I’m going to get her back. Just give me more time.”
Lucas hated this. Staring round at the chaos, he knew his friend had lost all sense of reality. Sean needed to face the fact Isabella was gone and never coming back. “I know you don’t want to deal with this, but if you don’t stop looking, James and Stephen will ban you from the clubs. I’ve accepted she’s not coming back. You need to as well.”
Silence met his words. Lucas waited to see what the other man’s reactions would be. Sean threw the contents of the table all over the floor. His rage knew no bounds. Lucas stayed to watch the destruction. He knew Sean had to get this out. Isabella, his youngest sister, needed to be laid to rest even though it killed him to admit defeat.
“I never should have let her go,” Sean said, sinking to his knees amongst the mess.
“You did, and now she’s gone. Get yourself together. This is the last time I’m coming here.” He turned to leave then stopped. Fisting his hands at his side he glanced over his shoulder. “Isabella would hate to see you like this.” He left with his words ringing around Sean’s head. At least he hoped they were.
Chapter Three
At four o’clock Ursula let herself into Stephen’s house with the spare key he’d given her. She had no idea what happened to all the other cleaners he used to employ. There was no need to dwell on the other helpers. This job meant she could finish college and live comfortably. Or as comfortably as someone could with an abusive slob. She shuddered, thinking about the mess Paul had gotten himself into the night before.
She’d woken up to find him lying in the chair, c**k out and splattered se**n over the furniture.
If she didn’t faint at the sight of blood she’d have chopped his dick off to teach him a lesson about making a mess. Instead, she’d gotten immense pleasure out of smacking two saucepans together to wake him up. Petty emotions but a girl had to get her kicks out of something in life.
There hadn’t been a car in the driveway. She closed the door, put her coat and bag where Stephen had told her to. Walking through to the kitchen, she prepared some food then began to do the cleaning. Pulling out her phone, she put her headphones in her ears, turned on the music and began to dance. She loved dancing. Ursula moved round the house, cleaning, allowing the beat of the music to take over. Her singing voice left a lot to be desired, but with the music pounding in her ears she didn’t need to listen to the sound of her own voice.
She rocked her h*ps to the dance beat, singing as loud as she could. In one hand she held a feather duster, and with the other, she pretended to have a microphone to sing into.
In her rare solitary moments, she could pretend to be someone different. In her mind she didn’t have a lame-ass boyfriend or spend most of her time daydreaming about the future.
She twirled round, screamed and fell on her ass to the floor. Stephen went to her, helping her to her feet. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. Ursula knew the damage was done. The laughter in his eyes along with the smile confirmed her suspicions. He was laughing at her.
“You could wear a bell you know.”
“Are you sure you could hear me?”
The heat spread in her cheeks. “So, you could have done the gentlemanly thing and left.” She got to her feet, rubbing her butt.
“I never said I was a gentleman.”
“You live in a mansion. You reek of money and silver spoon crap. You’re a gentleman.” She cried out as he caught her h*ps in his grip, pulling her against him. He placed his hands under hers cupping her butt. She felt the press of his c**k against her stomach. Her mouth went dry while her pu**y grew wet with want.
“I may have money, but never mistake me for being a gentleman. When I see what I want, I take it no matter what the consequences are.” His voice captured her attention making it hard for her to look away.
Biting her lip, she stared at him, conscious of the possessive way his hand moved down the seam of her ass. She got the sense if the fabric weren’t there he’d be running in between her cheeks. He buried his face in the curve of her neck. She tilted her head to the side to get him closer. Goose-bumps erupted on her arms. Her breathing changed as her ni**les grew hard. The bra she’d chosen this morning felt too tight when her ni**les swelled with arousal.
He kissed her neck, causing her to moan. Every touch felt amazing. She was not the woman with the jerk-off boyfriend. She was Ursula Mills, a woman with needs. Slowly, he kissed up her neck to her cheek. One of his hands moved from her ass to cup her cheek. The tenderness in his touch was not lost on her. His thumb rubbed her bottom lip pulling it out from between her teeth. “You’ll hurt yourself if you keep doing that,” he said.
The sound of the telephone ringing interrupted the moment. She turned her attention away looking over his shoulder. His body remained wrapped around hers. Their reflection in the mirror over on the far wall caught her attention. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. He’d caught her up in his arms, pushing her br**sts high up. She looked like a seductress with a fat ass.
Don’t let that jerk invade this moment. Stephen doesn’t see you like that. Feel his c**k pressed against your belly. He wants you.
You want him, too.
She shook her head, pushing on his chest to break their contact. He let her go, and she sensed he let her go with great reluctance. “You’d better answer the phone.” She picked up her phone, which had fallen out of her pocket during her fall.
He stared at her for several moments then left. Only when he left the room did she let her breath out. Her hands were shaking from what had taken place. They hadn’t kissed, yet her lips looked red and swollen. Turning away, she began to clean. The scent of her cooking assailed her, so she put her cleaning supplies away and made her way to the kitchen. Stephen was seated at the counter on the phone. She ignored him, going to the over to check on the chicken. His conversation sounded like work. Turning away she went to the pantry to gather ingredients to finish off the chicken.
When she entered the kitchen, she saw he’d begun to chop some tomato and cucumber for the salad. “Will you be joining me today?” he asked.
“If you want me to.”
Stephen caught her cheek getting her to look at him. “I want you to eat with me. I like your company.”