Two weeks ago, Shawn stared out at the empty wall frame of the recently erected high-rise building in his late wife's name. The lower floors had already received walls, but this one – at the top level – had yet to be protected from the elements. He looked at his new building, yet everything now felt empty, dull, and boring without his wife. Catherine, how could he leave her there? left her alone and pregnant? She wanted to come, yet he was too stupid and selfish to leave her instead. Now, burdened by feelings of guilt, regret, and even dismay, he was drowning in his grief. How could everything change from the color rainbow and sunshine to a massive dark and sad downpour of unforgiving rain?
One minute, he had arranged a surprise dinner for them after his grandfather's funeral; the next, he received a call that his vacation
Present timeCatherine couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She knew she needed to think this through twice before choosing something she would later regret. The room still hasn't come into total focus. Her mind was groggy, numbed by something. Was it lack of sleep or something more disturbing? She shook her head to try to clear her mind. The scene cleared, and with that clarity, a terrible feeling crept into her stomach.The man who called himself Javier was now standing at the cell door as a burning, acrid cigarette scent filled the enclosure air and seeped into his nostrils, causing him to wrinkle his nose. "Damn it! I hate these guys."Catherine stood, liquid pooling
One year later, Scotland. Once Catherine awakened and sat up, the rays of sun streaming in through the windows immediately blinded her. Her vision was blurry and her hair was a mess as she yawned and tried to get her thoughts together. She instantly noticed that there was a space on the mattress where Dave should be. She blinked twice, she was alone in the apartment. It was too silent, too steady and cold. The empty space was even more apparent now that she was alone. Dave and she have no furniture, no food, and barely any money. And neither of them has a job. It would take months to get the place back to its former classy glory. Maybe, coming to him was a mistake. She probably made too many mistakes. Yes, just a week ago, Catherine was able to escape Javier's men. It was no easy feat. It was carefully planned. She managed to befriend one of her trainers and gave the poor man a knockout, then flew under a different name, with a fake passport. With her hair very short, contact lens
"C-Catherine! You are alive!" Shawn stood at the door, shocked and just staring at her in utter disbelief. Shawn knew he was gaping at her. He had received information from one of his men that he had seen someone like Catherine at Dave's apartment. He even sent a picture. Yes, the picture was not as clear as it should be because it was taken far away, but it definitely looked like his wife, so he arranged a quick flight to his private jet immediately. And no, he wasn't disappointed. There, she was standing at the kitchen door, his wife, Catherine, with very short hair, well-defined feminine muscles that weren't there before, her tummy flat, her eyes cold, raw, and lifeless."Catherine?" He whispered under his breath. The only word he could muster. He was at a loss for words because he was not sure how a soul as pure as hers had surviv
"Shawn, I lost my baby. The bitch killed my unborn child. I will hunt her down myself, I will...kill her." Catherine's nostrils flared and shook her head in disgust. The hatred, the longing to destroy Elizabeth was the reason she survived."Stop… Catherine, let me take care of it, please. I will take care of
Bloody hell. Shawn thought his heart skipped a few beats and his jaw would have dropped if it were not for the sweet scent still in his nose. This could not be her. Catherine was never this aggressive; he couldn't believe what he was hearing as his lips moved slowly. "There you are..." Catherine jumped to her feet as Dave's voice grumbled behind them. Come on in, Cath, I'm famished. You can join us too, Shawn." The two raised their brows and smiled at each other, knowing full well they were about to have sex right there and then. Ten minutes later, Catherine stepped out of her room with a new outfit, freshly out of the shower, her short hair still wet as she went straight to the kitchen table while Shawn was busy with a phone call and Dave was busy preparing their brunch as the latter searched for a fork and spoon in the cabinet. "Are you sure you've dressed appropriately for brunch, Catherine?"Shawn asked as he looked at her up and down. Her short shorts nearly covered nothing of
Shawn relished the way Catherine's hair brushed against his nose as he moved in closer and gently kissed the back of her neck. A faint moan escaped her lips, "I miss you damn much, wife! Losing you felt like hell." Shawn whispered and felt her body loosen up and relax even more - almost as if she was wilting into his arms. He adored the emotion of restraint, knowing that his efforts could affect her mood and had the power to bring her higher levels of pleasure than she would allow anyone else to. Drawing his hand up, letting his fingers gently ripple up her flat stomach, finding their way to her forearm and snaking up towards her neck as he slowly caressed her short, soft hair to that wonderful area where her neck and shoulders meet in a smooth embrace.Planting a kiss on that amazing pat
Warning Rated SPG 18+*****Shawn knelt in front of her and feasted on the sweet haven between her legs. He could smell her excitement, breathed in her desire as he feasted on her.Shawn immediately pulled his remaining clothing down with one stroke as Catherine moaned and bit her lips while looking at him with obvious need as she relished the ending of her orgasm. Her folds, already too moist and messy, looked so inviting. "Wife, I'm far from done and I think there's something I'd like to clean up right now," he mumbled as he picked her up and laid her up in the upper part of the bed."Shawn, give me a moment," she gasped.
Two days later, Shawn had managed to convince Catherine to come with him to London, but on the way to the airport, they were ambushed by Javier’s men, and they drove around the outskirts of the city for a few hours, hiding for a day in an unknown cheap hotel, uncertain of what to do next. He’d chanced a stop in a drive-thru sandwich joint to get a little food for Catherine and himself. Being out of sorts wasn’t something he was accustomed to. Interrupting his thoughts, the mobile phone ring tone sang from his right front pocket. An attack within three days since he came to Scotland had caused both him and his passenger, who was relaxed and had not even broken a sweat from the ambush. Catherine even told Shawn that she knew those goons and that they were the ones who guarded her when she was held captive by Elizabeth. And it was, of course, more than just a mere concern when Shawn realised that his wife was not telling him more. Two days after their lovemaking, they talked more about