Though Jeremy kept his tone respectful, his firm reply told her he meant business. “Perhaps you’d like to contact your bank and verify?”
“Of course.” Hands shaking, she fumbled with her phone, looking up the bank’s number and calling it. Once she had an account representative on the line, she identified herself.
“Mrs. Spencer, we’re so sorry for your loss,” the woman exclaimed. “What can I do to assist you?”
After taking a deep breath, she asked to check the balance in the checking account, since she was also listed as an account holder in addition to Christopher for that account.
“Certainly. Just one moment.”
Vanessa gripped the phone, listening while the bank representative typed in the information. “Let me see here,” the woman said. “I show a balance of one thousand, six hundred and forty-seven dollars and seventy-eight cents.”
“What?” Vanessa swallowed, again trying to comprehend. “The checkbook ledger shows seventy-two thousand dollars and change.”
“That would have been before Mr. Wesley made that withdrawal last Tuesday. Were you not aware of that?"
“Obviously not.” Vanessa didn’t bother to keep the bitterness from her voice. “Do you happen to know if he transferred it to another account? Like maybe another savings account?”
“No, ma’am. He asked for it in a cashier’s check, which is how it was given to him. Beyond that, I don’t know.”
Reeling, Vanessa managed to thank the woman and end the call. She looked up to find Jeremy eyeing her.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
She wanted to scream her answer, to shout the word no. Instead, she looked down at the floor before holding her hand out for the check. Once Jeremy handed it back to her, she got out one of her credit cards. She still had money in her other private accounts, but she and Christopher had shared the other one. She passed the card to Jeremy.
“There’s a mix-up at the bank,” she said. “Since I’ll need time to get it straightened out, go ahead and put everything on this.”
While she waited for Jeremy to run the charges, she couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises she’d find as the days passed.
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Vanessa started her car and backed it out of the parking spot, aching all over. She tried so hard to be strong, even though she was beginning to wonder if fate was conspiring against her at every turn.
Once she reached her gate, she was surprised to find a cars waiting outside the house. She frowned, and when she realized it was those detectives again, she groaned. “Now what?” She whispered.
As she pulled into the driveway, the vehicle door opened and Alaric and his partner emerged. Vanessa got out of hers with a frown on her face.
“Mrs. Spencer?" said Alaric as he stepped forward, "We wonder if you might have a moment to talk with us. It will not take long”
"What are you doing here?" Vanessa demanded, "Have you come to make another accusation? I already told you everything I can and I said if I talk to you again, I'm going to need my lawyer around and as you can see, he's not here,"
"We're not here to accuse you, Mrs Spencer," Paul cut in, his genial expression matching his soft-spoken tone. "We're really sorry about that, but you have to understand why we have to be thorough since this is a high-profile murder. “We’ve got a murder investigation to work after all, and I believe that no matter the kind of relationship you had with Christopher, you'd want his killer found, won't you?”
Vanessa blinked. Paul was right. She did want Christopher's killer found, but she didn't appreciate being falsely accused. Her eyes moved to the other Detective; the one called Alaric. For an incredibly good looking guy, he had such a shitty attitude. As usual, he returned her gaze with equal interest.
Though exhaustion made her wobble, Vanessa nodded. “Fine. Come on inside.”
She led the way through the house, taking them to a formal sitting room “Have a seat,” she said. “I’ll just be a moment. In the meantime, would you like any refreshments?”
"Water would be fine. Thank you" Alaric replied.
Vanessa nodded and left the room. Two minutes later, she returned to the sitting room with their water, then took a seat in front of them.
“Any idea why Mr. Wesley found it necessary to hire a bodyguard, Mrs. Spencer?” Alaric asked as soon as he dropped his bottle back on the table. "He hired a personal bodyguard a few months ago. The said bodyguard was killed during the attack. Do you have any idea why he did that?"
Vanessa shook her head. "No, I don't
know why he did that. As you know already, we haven't really been together for a while. I wasn't even living with him anymore. I do think it might have something to do with his political career,"
Alaric nodded. "During our investigation, we also found out that there were rumors that Christopher had become an integral part of the Brothers of Sin operation. Although there was no concrete proof that he was involved in money laundering. Do you know about this?"
"Yes, I did, but we were already separated when I heard this. It was also one of the reasons why I wanted a divorce… I didn't want to be involved,"
"Why didn't you mention this to us at the station after we picked you up?"
Vanessa glared at him, "Well I didn't think about it or even suspect that it had anything to do with his murder. Like you said, there was no concrete proof. You're just asking me about it now and I'm giving you your answers. Am I not?"
"So the rumor was enough to fuel your desire for a divorce, but you didn't think it was worth mentioning to us?" Alaric probed further, ignoring the growing anger on her face.
"Suit yourself, Detective," she said carelessly, "You can believe whatever you want. All I know is that I'm innocent and whatever you think doesn't matter to me,"
"Look, there's no need for us to argue. We're all trying to get to the bottom of this," Paul Forbes said, "Is there anything else you've remembered or think we should know about, Mrs Spencer?"
He laughed, dropping his forehead to hers. “I was thinking you wanted to tell me something else.”She reached up, spreading her palm against his cheek. The words were surprisingly easier to say than she could’ve ever imagined. “I love you.”His eyes fell shut as he sucked in a deep breath. “I’m glad we don’t need to fight again for you to admit that.”“Me, too,” she whispered, stretching up and kissing him softly. “Don’t you have something you want to say?”“Remember my fantasy?” His lashes lifted. “The one I told you about?”Paul cleared his throat behind them, but it went largely ignored.That wasn’t what she was looking for, but she would go with this. “Yes. I remember.”“And look at you. Your hair pulled back, wearing one of those god-awful suits. I think you did that on purpose.”A smile teased her lips. “I might have.”“Hmm,” he murmured as he reached around, gently unwrapping the bun and letting her hair fall down her back. “And why did you do that?”“I thought it might help my
Stunned by what he said, all she could do was sit there, and when she didn’t say anything, Alaric cursed under his breath again. “I’ve told you that I don’t mind the chase, and I have no fucking problem chasing after you, but I refuse to run after a ghost. And that’s what you are if you can’t let go of your past with your mom. I won’t chase a ghost.”Then he spun, his long legs quickly eating up the distance between her and the door. And then…then he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.The moment Alaric left, she knew, without a doubt, that she had made the biggest mistake of her life. It was right there, smacking her face. Everything he had said was right.She was a coward. And the best damn thing to ever happen to her had just walked out the door.……… Her heart was like a hummingbird in her chest by the time she climbed out of her newly returned car and stared up at Alaric's house.A thousand things could go wrong with this. He might not be home. He could be and he could h
Pressure clamped down on her chest and she quickly shook her head. She had been doing so well. Now wasn’t the time to break down. She placed her purse on the desk when someone knocked and the door to her office opened. It was her assistant, Ruby. "There's a Mr Harper here to see you, Mrs Spencer. Should I send him in?" Vanessa's heart skipped a beat, and she almost ran out the door to see him, but she stopped herself. What use would it be? She'd already left. There was no going back now, so she shook her head, "No," she replied, "Please tell him I'm not available," Ruby left, and Vanessa stood, staring at the door. She knew Alaric well enough to know that if he insisted on coming into her office, no one would be able to stop him. Fifteen minutes later, no one came in and she knew that he'd gone. She should be relieved, but she felt more miserable than ever. —-----Everything should be okay.Her apartment had been virtually restored. The rental insurance had kicked in and the new
“Vanessa,” he breathed, voice ragged. "Vanessa, please…. Please don't…" He stopped talking and she dropped her head to his warm shoulder, squeezing her eyes against the rush of hot tears. Her arms trembled, but it seemed to have very little to do with what they’d just done, and more with the fact that after today, it would be the last time. It had to be before it was too late.But an evil little voice whispered that it was already too late. —------Vanessa was running.Alaric was a lot of things, but he wasn’t fucking stupid. And he’d meant what he’d said. Kind of. He’d let her have the facade of running, because she wasn’t going to get far. He knew that the woman felt the same way he did. She may not be able to say the words, but it was everything else she did. Right now, she was like a cornered animal. There were only two options for her: fight it out or run.She was going to run.He’d kept her busy the rest of the day Sunday, not giving her much time to put whatever cockamamie pla
Looking over her shoulder at him, she drew in a shallow breath. “It is.”Alaric stared at her for what felt like forever and then he had his pants off in record time. His arousal jutted out proudly, hard and thick, and molten lava filled in her belly. He stepped into the shower, closing the door behind him. His hands landed on her hips and when he spoke, his voice whispered in her ear. “I know what you’re thinking.”Vanessa shuddered. “You do?”“Yes.” He kissed her shoulder, causing her heart to squeeze at the tender action. “You’re going to run.”She stiffened, her arms clamped close to her chest. “I don’t…don’t know what you’re talking about.”“You’re a shitty liar.” He turned her around and reached between them, wrapping his hands around her wrists. He backed her up until she was flush with the cold tile. “You have that look in your eyes. Never really seen it before—the whole deer-in-the-headlights look. But you have it. You’re going to run.”“You need to get your eyes checked, the
“That's bullshit and you know it.” Paul said, "Fuck you," Alaric replied, but there was no real heat in his words. "Look, I had to take a break, okay? After everything that happened, I felt like I needed some time for myself. Besides Bobby was fine with it," Paul didn't look convinced, "Does this have anything to do with a certain Mrs Spencer?" When Alaric didn't reply, Paul added, "Damn man, Did you let her go?" Vanessa felt like an interloper. Well, duh, she was, and she really needed to get her ass out of there. Paul looked like he was about to say something else when what sounded like a chair in the dining room deciding to mate with the table drew their attention. They turned at the same time.Vanessa stood a few feet back from the table, her face as red as a fire truck and her eyes wide. Alaric's gaze dropped, and he swallowed a groan. Damn if he didn’t love seeing her in his clothes. However, he did not like the idea of Paul seeing her practically naked. And he really wasn’t
Oh fuck, he needed to be in her again. “I like it, too.” Placing the tips of his fingers under her chin, he lifted her gaze to his. “And I love it when you lose control.”Her mouth opened, as if she was about to deny that, but he kissed her before she could deny what was so obvious. He wanted her upstairs and in his bed, but they got sidetracked on the stairs, and he ended up between her thighs, his arm along her back, taking the burn of the rocking motions. Later, much later, they made it to his bedroom. Both of them were exhausted, and he felt like he’d run a marathon. He lazily trailed a hand up and down her spine. Each time he reached the slight curve of her lower back, his fingers brushed the swell of her ass and she’d shiver. Of course, he kept doing it.She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, letting out a content sigh. “What you did downstairs, on the table people eat at, wasn’t very appropriate.”Alaric chuckled deeply. “What is it about you and appropriateness?”Her lips cu
Cupping her breasts, he rolled her nipples between his fingers as he dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the small puckered skin on her shoulder. “You like that?”“Yes,” she said, voice husky. “It feels so good.”“Hmm…” He kissed her shoulder once more and then placed another kiss over her wildly beating pulse. “I like you like this.”“What?” She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his hand.He plucked her nipples, grinning when she gasped. “Standing naked in front of my sink.”A soft laugh lit up the kitchen. “Are your blinds closed?”“Of course.” He moved his hips against her rear, groaning in her ear. “If I saw you like this every fucking day, my life would be perfect.”“Every day?” Muscles tensed against him, and he cursed under his breath.Not wanting to give her time to dwell and obsess over that comment, he curved his hand around her throat, guiding her head back, and kissed her. As he licked his way into her mouth, he pulled out the tie.“Close your eyes.”She pulled b
He stared at her, and Vanessa averted her eyes. She couldn't look at him. He looked so hurt and she almost flung herself at him, but they didn't belong together and there was no point letting things go on longer than it should. They'd just be postponing the inevitable. "You don't have to stay in a hotel, Vanessa. You can stay with me…. And…. And then maybe we can get the chance to say goodbye to each other… Properly. Not standing here like strangers. We don't have to end it this way," That made sense, Vanessa told herself, or maybe it did because she wanted it to. She turned to look at his handsome face, "Alright," she said, "Let's go," —-----------It didn’t matter how many times Alaric tasted her or slid deep inside her, it was never enough. He was addicted to her—to the way she moved against him, how her mouth brought him pleasure and then riled him up seconds later when she mouthed off, or the way she cried out his name as she came. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, not whe