but he’d left her with an additional fifteen million dollars should she decide to move on with her life and leave him.
As he sat in the tub with Aurélie, that money had already been wired into one Swiss and two Cayman Island accounts underneath her name. His attorney would call her the following week before she left for the funeral with all the information. Regardless what she thought of him, she would never have to whore herself out to any man ever again and if Grayson wasn’t what she wanted, she could leave him and still carry on with her career for as long she desired without a thought towards money.
“Why are you doing this to me? What is it about me that makes you want me so much?” she finally inquired, breaking his contemplation and the silence between the two of them.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” He held her close against his body and drew lazy circles around her areolas with his fingers.
Aurélie turned toward him though he only glimpsed her profile. “There is nothing about me you should want when you can have any woman out there. Surely it isn’t just this: a shell that vaguely reminds you of the person we both lost? If you need me to be my sister for a night then just say so.”
“Trésor has nothing to do with this!” Rory stood and stepped out of the bathtub. He grabbed a black terry cloth robe and wrapped it around his body before he stepped out of the bathroom.
His heart thudded in his chest and he realized he had revealed too much. He’d always valued his complexity and the ability to control his emotions. If no one knew what he was thinking then he always had the upper hand so how had this woman brought out a side of him no one should know about ever?
Rory walked to the kitchen and immediately grabbed a bottle of Cristal chilling in his fridge. He fiddled with the plastic wrap and threw it on the island before he popped the cork and grabbed two fresh champagne flutes.
He poured a glass of champagne for himself and downed it in two swallows before refilling the glass.
“I’m sorry I said that to you. I shouldn’t have.”
He looked in Aurélie’s direction and had to look away. She wore Trésor’s robe and he couldn’t stand to see her in it. She walked into the kitchen and he poured champagne in her glass before he handed it to her.
She downed it quickly and set it on the island counter.
Rory stared at her for a long time. He meant for his study of her to intimidate but he couldn’t focus on her face for long before his eyes wandered down to her lush body. Trésor had been much thinner but Aurélie was womanly and beautiful; she was shorter than her sister had been and although his former lover’s body had been exquisite, her sister’s voluptuous lines were made for sin and temptation.
“Come with me,” he ordered and grabbed her hand before she had a chance to object.
He had finished off the champagne in his glass but grabbed the half-empty bottle and took it with them upstairs to his bedroom.
Some people might have found it ironic but although he and Trésor had been lovers, she’d never slept with him at night. They usually did their sexual activities either in the basement or her former bedroom which resembled a sexual playhouse for deviants but after they were finished with what ever they did, he went back to his bedroom and she slept alone. She preferred it that way and he never pushed her as he secretly found it hard to rest when another person was in bed beside him.
Rory wasn’t stupid and knew it stemmed from a childhood where everyone had their place in the home and even his parents’ maintained separate bedrooms, for what reason he would never know. His parents’ were still sexually attracted to one another but for some reason, they never had sex in his mother’s bedroom but his father’s and then she would quietly steal away in the night.
He remembered seeing his mother creep back to her bedroom on various occasions, her negligee
As he sat in the tub with Aurélie, that money had already been wired into one Swiss and two Cayman Island accounts underneath her name. His attorney would call her the following week before she left for the funeral with all the information. Regardless what she thought of him, she would never have to whore herself out to any man ever again and if Grayson wasn’t what she wanted, she could leave him and still carry on with her career for as long she desired without a thought towards money.
“Why are you doing this to me? What is it about me that makes you want me so much?” she finally inquired, breaking his contemplation and the silence between the two of them.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” He held her close against his body and drew lazy circles around her areolas with his fingers.
Aurélie turned toward him though he only glimpsed her profile. “There is nothing about me you should want when you can have any woman out there. Surely it isn’t just this: a shell that vaguely reminds you of the person we both lost? If you need me to be my sister for a night then just say so.”
“Trésor has nothing to do with this!” Rory stood and stepped out of the bathtub. He grabbed a black terry cloth robe and wrapped it around his body before he stepped out of the bathroom.
His heart thudded in his chest and he realized he had revealed too much. He’d always valued his complexity and the ability to control his emotions. If no one knew what he was thinking then he always had the upper hand so how had this woman brought out a side of him no one should know about ever?
Rory walked to the kitchen and immediately grabbed a bottle of Cristal chilling in his fridge. He fiddled with the plastic wrap and threw it on the island before he popped the cork and grabbed two fresh champagne flutes.
He poured a glass of champagne for himself and downed it in two swallows before refilling the glass.
“I’m sorry I said that to you. I shouldn’t have.”
He looked in Aurélie’s direction and had to look away. She wore Trésor’s robe and he couldn’t stand to see her in it. She walked into the kitchen and he poured champagne in her glass before he handed it to her.
She downed it quickly and set it on the island counter.
Rory stared at her for a long time. He meant for his study of her to intimidate but he couldn’t focus on her face for long before his eyes wandered down to her lush body. Trésor had been much thinner but Aurélie was womanly and beautiful; she was shorter than her sister had been and although his former lover’s body had been exquisite, her sister’s voluptuous lines were made for sin and temptation.
“Come with me,” he ordered and grabbed her hand before she had a chance to object.
He had finished off the champagne in his glass but grabbed the half-empty bottle and took it with them upstairs to his bedroom.
Some people might have found it ironic but although he and Trésor had been lovers, she’d never slept with him at night. They usually did their sexual activities either in the basement or her former bedroom which resembled a sexual playhouse for deviants but after they were finished with what ever they did, he went back to his bedroom and she slept alone. She preferred it that way and he never pushed her as he secretly found it hard to rest when another person was in bed beside him.
Rory wasn’t stupid and knew it stemmed from a childhood where everyone had their place in the home and even his parents’ maintained separate bedrooms, for what reason he would never know. His parents’ were still sexually attracted to one another but for some reason, they never had sex in his mother’s bedroom but his father’s and then she would quietly steal away in the night.
He remembered seeing his mother creep back to her bedroom on various occasions, her negligee
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