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Once again, the gates stood open as he neared the estate. He pulled up in front and rang the doorbell. A look of appreciation lit Meredith’s face as those clear-blue eyes appraised him when she opened the door. A lean, muscular and absolutely stunning man replaced the adolescent boy she’d known. Connor had grown to his full height of five feet ten inches, and his body had the perfect proportions few were blessed with. This time it was Connor who gave her a wink that highlighted his gorgeous gray-green eyes.
“I’m back,” he said.
“It’s about time,” she said as she opened the door and gestured him inside.
They spent every moment that he wasn’t working together. They talked, slept, ate and fucked. He couldn’t get enough of her. That summer, she initiated him into the world of BDSM and released the hidden dominance she recognized in him. Meredith was a submissive, and she’d asked him to help her explore her hidden desires, desires that a former lover had awakened.
She told him about how she’d met the dominant who had recognized her need to submit and the gratitude she felt for this discovery. He told her about his dream of becoming a physician and his eagerness to start university in the fall. He asked how she got the job house sitting for the ‘old geezer’ Brett Sandvine. She laughed and said that Brett wasn’t all that old at 45, vaguely mentioning that she’d met him a long time ago. They shared their hopes and dreams along with their voracious sexual appetites. In between kissing, licking, sucking and fucking, they took long drives in the sports cars that Brett collected. Connor loved the way the custom-made Jaguar XJC convertible handled, and they spent hours tearing up the back country roads with the top down, wind rushing through their hair. Connor loved watching the way the breeze lifted Meredith’s thick brown curls. He thrived on her delighted laughter each time he took a curve a bit too fast or pushed the high-performance sports engine to the upper limits of its tremendous speed capacity. She loved fast cars and the men who had the balls to drive them the way they were built to be driven. He developed a fondness for the fine wines and gourmet food that abounded at the estate. But none of that mattered without Meredith. What had started as a school-boy crush blossomed into a full blown love for Connor, and although she hadn’t said it, he was sure Meredith felt the same way.
Connor was sure nothing could burst the bubble of their bliss. Certain Meredith was the one he was meant to spend his life with, he gave her some flimsy excuse – he couldn’t remember what it had been – for why he needed to borrow her MG so he could shop for a ring. He remembered her smile and the sound of her laughter as she wrapped herself around him and kissed him deeply. She told him to take all the time he needed; she was going to bike down to the public beach.
He was thrilled to find the perfect ring in the beach town of Bayfield and eager to get back to Meredith. He cranked up the volume on the tape deck and sang at the top of his lungs to his favourite Eagles tunes. He was convinced no one had written better songs, and the line “Oh sweet darlin’, you get the best of my love” said it all. Unsure of just how he was going to do it, but equally sure he’d propose that very night, Connor tossed around ideas as the miles sped by. He came back to reality with a jolt as he neared Kincardine and a cluster of cars and people ahead. He pulled to the side and walked over to see what was happening and offer his help if needed. As he neared he saw the crushed remains of a bicycle lying beside the mangled front end of a van. For a split second, his brain refused to process the sight of Meredith lying curled on her side on the pavement or hear the buzz of voices wondering what they should do. He strode forward pushing someone out of his way, knelt beside her and gathered her in his arms. She’s only fainted, that’s it, she’s passed out. She’ll come to in a minute. But her utter stillness and the trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth told him differently. He cradled her in his arms and screamed and screamed and screamed without making a sound. He remained frozen with her until the emergency crew took her from him. Connor’s pain hardened into rage.
“Who did this?” The quiet intensity of his voice frightened the woman crouched beside him. She stood and pointed to a man sitting on the curb holding his head in his hands, rocking and making a mumbling sound. Connor stood and walked toward him intent on finding out what had happened. As he neared the smell of alcohol fumes overwhelmed him. The man’s mumbles became a chant: “It’s not my fault. I didn’t mean to.” Connor looked at him and felt the beginnings of the white-hot edge of a fury that threatened to consume him. He bent and whispered, “Even prison is too good for you. I’ll make sure you pay for this the rest of your miserable life.” As he walked away, he vowed he would never allow himself to feel this kind of pain again. Instead, he would do whatever it took to gain the power and control to crush the miserable excuse for a human being who had taken his Meredith from him.
Tormented by the pain of his loss, Connor shut down and walled off the world. For just over a week, the only action he took was that which kept him alive. At night, he lay on the bunk house bed and stared at the ceiling. His chest constricted and his heart tore, again and again and again. He stared at the unpainted planks that made up the far wall and saw nothing but his own tortured thoughts. When he couldn’t stand that any more, he moved to the picnic table bench in the tiny kitchen. He couldn’t function; at times he felt he couldn’t breathe. Each day, his emotions crawled a little closer to the room in the corner of his mind where he could lock them up and throw away the key. Meredith had been his one love. Connor would never allow himself to feel the kind of pain that came with the loss; it was just too raw, too hard. Life would never be the same for him. At the end of ten days, he emerged, unshaven, ragged and a little beaten down, but confident he would attain the wealth and power he needed to assure him complete control over all aspects of his life.
That bitch. Fucking Cecile. If she fucks this up for me, I’m going to kill her.
“You have my word that the only people who knew about our meeting was you and the woman you call Liz. Oh, and you said you’d told Tim, right?”
“Connor, if you’re trying to insinuate something here—”
“I’m not trying to insinuate anything, Kath. Give me some time to investigate this, okay?”
“Well, if it wasn’t you, then it must have been Liz,” Katherine said. “But why would one of your subs play a trick that? And how would she know—”
“Katherine,” his tone took on a hard edge. “Leave it with me.”
“Okay, Connor, okay. Don’t get pissy with me. I’m sure you can understand why this is so upsetting.”
He softened his tone, “I do, and I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise.”
Connor pushed his midnight grey Maserati far in excess of the speed limit as he drove home, his mind whirling with confusion. What would possess Cecile to start playing games at this late date? She’d been privy to many of his adventures before without repercussion. So why now?
He activated his hands free phone. “Call Cecile.” He waited impatiently for the call to connect.
“Connor.” She sounded happy to hear from him. “I wondered when you’d surface. Where have you been?”
“Cut the crap, Cecile. Meet me in my suite in an hour. I have something I want to discuss with you.”
“But, I’m in the middle of—”
“One hour,” he snapped and disconnected the call. He tapped the hands-free remote again. “Call Tim King work,” and listened to the disembodied voice saying: Calling Tim King work.
“Tim, it’s Connor. I just got your message; and I agree, we need to meet. How soon are you available?”
“I’m due in a meeting in ten minutes that will last several hours. How about six o’clock at the Library Bar?”
“That works for me. See you there,” Connor said and rang off.
Cecile would pay for this….
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