บททั้งหมดของ TRUST ME: บทที่ 351 - บทที่ 360

Creighton felt the urge to hit something hard and firm as he cradled his sister in his strong embrace. Over the past twenty-four hours, he had nearly lost both his sisters, one of his future brothers-in-laws, and the head of his security team. All at the hands of the man who lay dead behind him. If he hadn’t been there to witness the events, he would have thought it was impossible. Yet here he was, watching as the moments rolled out in front of him like a movie on a screen. Two orderlies rushed down the hallway toward him, a nurse behind them and a gurney between them. He easily lifted Sabrina to the white sheet and stepped aside as she was whisked away, accompanied by Renard. Creighton slipped his hand into his pants pocket as the Policemen bent across Andre’s lifeless body. Silently, he began cursing to himself. He was getting damn tired of this shit. Every time he thought he had a handle on his life, something came along and tried to rip it apart. It was as if every crazy person

Sandra lounged beneath the scented water, her hair piled on the top of her head, soft jazz music playing over the speaker of her old iPod and a glass of organic orange juice on the tub’s rim. They had arrived at the hotel shortly after eleven that morning, where Creighton left her to attend to some work at the office. She decided to enjoy the time alone and filled the bath with hot water then lavishly enjoyed a homemade facial. The past several weeks had brought one event after another and she found herself lost in the turmoil. It had only been three weeks since Andre Marez tried to kill Sabrina. The family had stepped in to help take care of Olivia, Giovanni’s young daughter, while her father recovered from a gunshot wound Sabrina’s ex-fiancé had given him, and Creighton kept his private plane on standby for Peter, who traveled between England and France. Irena was on the road to recovery but was still in the hospital, though her injuries were mending quite well. She was going throu

“More?” he asked again.“Yes, damn it,” she snapped, listening to his deep chuckle.Moving the wand down her torso, he paused momentarily to play with the jewel in her navel before continuing to the spot he knew she was eager to have played with. Tracing his initials across her body, he smiled, knowing the anticipation of where he would touch next was driving her crazy.“Please,” she whimpered, and he looked up into her flushed face.“What do you want, Sandra?” he asked in a low husky voice.“I want to cum,” she begged.“Do you want it hard?”“Yes. Now. Please.”Creighton tossed the crop aside and turned the speed up on the wand then pressed it against her clitoris. Almost immediately, she cried out, her hips raising slightly off the bed as she tried to writhe against his touch. Her orgasm was deep and urgent, and she knew he was prolonging it deliberately. Gently, he reached down beneath the wand’s ball and opened her labia wider, smiling as she screamed her continued release. She t

“You will have to continue with your therapy at least three times a week,” Pierre told her an hour later when her session had ended.“I know, and thanks to my brother and my boyfriend, I’ve already got someone lined up when we get back home.”“How are you getting there? England will not be a comfortable ride if you do it by train.”“My brother Creighton owns a private plane, so I’ll be flying. As far as the car ride to and from the airport, I’m sure it will be fine.”“You’ll have to rely on your medical experience to guard against DVT and clots. We will send you home with a walker and you have your canes. The sooner you get out of the wheelchair, the quicker your recovery will be.”“I’m aware of all of that,” Irena said shortly. “I don’t have to be told how to take care of myself.”“The nurses said you haven’t used your walker,” Pierre continued as he pushed her down the corridor toward her room, wondering if the woman was as disagreeable with everyone, or just him. “I wasn’t aware y

Creighton sat at his desk in London, the contract for the buyout open in front of him. His solicitors had contacted him earlier that morning and told him the owner wanted to negotiate a higher price. Despite his poor management of the company, he was insisting it was worth far more than Creighton was willing to pay. The way it looked, he may just back out of the deal and wait until it landed in the lap of the bankruptcy courts. At least he knew there were no other offers on the table.A soft knock sounded at the door and Creighton looked up as Michelle walked in. He smiled at the pregnant woman, feeling sympathy for her condition. It had been an agreement with her lover that she would carry the second child, and since the birth of their son, George, nearly six years ago, Michelle had found one excuse after another to avoid keeping her promise. She was afraid of having to have a cesarean section like her lover had. Rachel, however, was much firmer than even Creighton had assumed. She