"You let the US Special Forces use this place to train?" Maddy asked. "How cool is that?"
"About seven or eight years ago. It was supposed to be a hostage-rescue thing, and they claimed it a success," Jasmine explained. "They caused around four hundred thousand dollars worth of damage though, so they haven't asked to come back again, and they've been very helpful when we've needed it because we still haven't told the media.""How the hell did they do that?" Mark asked."They blasted through windows and doors with explosives all over the Island. Sunk two of the boats, blew up the pier and quite a bit of stuff went missing, most of it alcohol and steak," Heidi added. "When Mister Moore found out he laughed so hard he nearly choked.""Sorry, but can we get back on the topic here?" Maddy asked, still distressed at the thought of speaking in public."I'll do it, Maddy," Mark told her."Hey, arDinner was a bit more fun than it was the night before. It didn't take long before the girls were telling Garius and Mister Yousefabout Mark's impromptu meeting in the bath earlier, and teasing him about his unorthodox management style. Marktook it all in good stead, promising to hold his next impromptu meeting in the pool so they could all join him.The conversation soon turned to the events of the next day though, specifically the funeral. BenjaminMoorewas to be buried in a small grove on the north side of the Island, as per his own wishes, and guests would begin arriving from mid morning until right up to the start of the ceremony at three in the afternoon.It was Maddywho asked who the incoming guests were first, and Heidi pulled out a binder from beside her chair, handing out copies of the guest list to each of them. Markglanced down at his, and his eyes widened as he recognised many of the names on it.There was to be ac
The table seemed to break up without another word as Mark, Maddy, Myra, Garius, Heidi and Jasmineall dispersed around the pool or inside the buildings to make calls.Markcalled Samfirst and told him what was going on. His reaction at first was disbelief, but then as Marktalked some more it made sense to him, and the imminent announcement to the press gave it all credibility.Markglanced around to make sure everyone was out of earshot and then told him about Maddyand Myra. There was a startled silence on the other end of the line, and then eventually Sambegan to laugh."That's a brutal hand to get dealt, bro," Samtold him."You know I couldn't have known, right?""I know, man. Listen, your secret's safe with me, okay?""Thanks, Sam. I knew I could rely on you, buddy," Marksaid, relief evident in his tone. "But here's the thing. I need a favour.""Whatever
He walked through to his bedroom, stripped off and slid into bed, and just as he was reaching for the light, he heard Jasminesay, "Wait."Markgot a fright. He didn't even know she was in the room, sat in the chair she'd been in earlier when he got changed, the notepad still in her lap."Fuck. I didn't even know you were there," He said, when he'd settled back down under the sheet."I've just about got a first draft cobbled together for tomorrow," She said, standing up and walking over to the bed."Let's see it."She handed him the notepad, and as he lay there reading, she hopped up on the other side of the bed, stretching out beside him.It was seriously messing with Mark's concentration, her being on the bed beside him, him being naked under the single sheet, but he kept dragging his mind back on the task at hand."This is pretty good," He said finally."Only pretty good?" She said,
Henrywriggled in the leather chair, facing the bank of screens."Go to bed, you jumped up whore," He muttered, frowning. His fingers punched a few buttons, and the third large screen pulled up the feed from Jasmine's room, showing her fast asleep on her side, a sheet covering her to her shoulders.His gaze flicked to the other two large screens, the interior of Mark's bedroom and the exterior of his balcony. He could see Myrasitting on Mark's balcony, as she had been for the last half hour, probably unable to sleep and she was irritating him."Shit," He said quickly, leaning forward as Sarah appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in a black silk kimono and stockings, just as he'd ordered her to. Couldn't she smell the cigarette smoke, or even see Myrasitting on the balcony?"She's right there, you silly bitch," He snarled.He saw Myrasay something as Sarah began to open the door to Mark's suite. The b
Henrylaughed as Myradarted out the room, pausing only to scoop up her robe before darting out the door. She closed it quietly, taking advantage of the freshly oiled locks and hinges he had ordered completed earlier that day just so he could enter and leave without making any noise.He looked down at the semen covering his stomach and groin, feeling it cooling on his skin after he'd jerked off to some real live incest, an unanticipated pleasure that had turned him on immensely."Who would have thought that you'd be such a fucking slut, Myra," He murmured, smiling. "Fucking your own brother in the dark, thinking no-one would know? But I do, and I've got it on video."As he fastened up his trousers he watched Markwandering around his suite, searching for his mystery visitor until eventually he stopped in Jasmine's doorway."Go on, dick. Wake her up and ask her, then see how she reacts," He said quickly, leaning forward in an
Markstood there, naked and frustrated, looking at her. "No. I thought it was you, but you're telling me it wasn't and I believe you. So now I've fucked some woman and I've no idea who it was. And you're pissed at me for it.""How could you think it was me?""Because we came so close last night. Because I wanted it to be you. Who else would I have thought it was?" He shook his head in frustration and pulled on the track pants.She shrugged. "Maddy? Or Myramaybe?"Markfrowned, remembering the feel of her taught stomach, and then he stood upright as he remembered that moment where he tried to kiss her and she held back just out of reach, teasing him. It was similar to how Myrahad teased him during the dance at the strip club."You think it might have been Myra?" Jasmineasked, her face showing her surprise.Markfrowned, then shook his head, although inside he was now wondering. "I don't
Marksmirked and moved around in the bath, sliding carefully onto his side, trying to get his body into a more comfortable position."So where do 'we' stand?" He asked."We're good," She said immediately."Good as in?""Good as in I'm not pissed at you any more. As in we should kind of pretend it never happened and just act as if things are back to normal, hopefully."Marklaughed. "Normal for me is going into the office, no Island paradise, no amazing and hot assistant, no talking to people in the shower, or bath.""Okay, situational normality," She replied, smiling."Situational normality? I like that.""I liked amazing and hot assistant."Markshrugged and winced. "It's true. I'd be lost if you weren't here, Jasmine."She smiled. "You keep doing that.""What?""Saying these incredibly sweet things from time to time. It makes it really
Marksighed. His hands slid off the edge of the bath to rest on her legs and he turned his head to face her. He realized that he hadn't really considered what she'd been through in the last few weeks and months, with BenjaminMoore, her mentor and friend dying. Then she'd been thrown in to look after him, and that must have been so stressful for her."You worried about today?" He asked gently."A little," She admitted, her gaze fixed on the wall. "It seems like saying goodbye to him, but I don't really want to. Does that make sense?""Absolutely," Marksaid gently. "You know I'm here for you, right?"She nodded once, then sighed. "I miss him.""I bet you do.""This whole thing with you is confusing me too," She admitted quietly. "I thought you and I could have the same sort of relationship that Benjaminand I had, but it's different.""How different?""Well, we never did anyth