Trust: Betrayed by Cristiane Serruya Page B
Authors: Cristiane Serruya
Tags: love_contemporary, love_erotica
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you.”
“Je-sus,” Alistair murmured, slowly. “Jesus. Mary. And Joseph. A slap was... too little.” He was astonished.
Like my other women? What did Tavish Uilleam tell Sophia, for Christ’s sake?
“She rebuked me. Elegantly violent. She reminded me... of Mother.”
“She reminds you of our mother?” Alistair’s eyes were glued on Sophia and Ethan’s table.
“Not her looks, Alistair Connor. She has principles, morals. I observed her the whole weekend. First, I was too wary. But Alice and Leo convinced me to try with kinder eyes. She is an exceptional woman: gentle, extremely polite, intelligent, she defends her positions fiercely and she seems innocent. Not like a stupid virgin girl, if they still exist, but as a young woman should be.”
Alistair helped himself to some more whisky, thinking about what his brother had said. There could be no greater praise than comparing Sophia to their mother.
But what is she doing here with Ashford?
He drank his whisky and crossed his silverware on his barely touched lobster. He wasn’t hungry anymore. He drank the rest of the whisky in his glass, filling it again. “Why did she lie to me?”
“You’re going to get drunk,” Tavish reprimanded. “What did she tell you?”
“Here. See for yourself,” Alistair fished his iPhone from his inner suit pocket and showed the messages to his brother.
Tavish’s sea green eyes scanned the messages as he ate his artichokes, and he shrugged, “There’s nothing here that leads to the conclusion she lied to you. Just wait and see.”
Chapter 5
“I think I’m going to be sick,” said Alistair, green with jealousy and distrust. “They’ve just toasted with Cristal.”
Tavish chuckled, “For Lord’s sake, Alistair Connor, they are clearly celebrating something. A business transaction, for sure.”
“They were lovers.” Alistair wanted to shout. He wanted to punch Ethan on the nose. He wanted to drag Sophia by her long hair to the nearest hotel and have furious sex with her. Alistair leveled Tavish with a dark look. “And you are enjoying this.”
“You don’t know how much. In fact, let me tell you, I’m very intrigued by her. And by this new behavior of yours. Just because she is beautiful and hot-”
Christ! That’s it. Sophia is mine. Mine.
“Enough.” He wanted to bang his fist on the table, instead he thumped the glass, avoiding a scene. “You’re messing with fire, Tavish Uilleam. It’s dangerous.”
Tavish chuckled darkly and tilted his head to the side, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “You’re jealous. You’re jealous of Sophia.”
“Aye, I am. Is this what you want to hear? I’ve never been this jealous in my whole life.” He took a long drink of his whisky. The bottle was rapidly getting empty. Alistair didn’t like the darkness rolling through him. Not at all.
“The mighty Alistair Connor is jealous. Of course I am enjoying it. This is good.” Tavish chuckled. He leaned over, and in a murmur, he flung his blade deep in Alistair’s soul, “Thing is, Alistair Connor, you’ve never cared enough to be jealous, have you? Even with Heather. Admit it. You were too self-centered, a cold bastard.”
“Why are you doing this, Tavish Uilleam?” A haunted look simmered in Alistair’s eyes for a split second, the pupils vivid black against emerald green irises, before he schooled his features back into his usual blank mask. “It won’t do you any good to strip me bare.” Tavish’s words hit the part of him that for a long time he pretended didn’t exist, but he didn’t back off from his brother’s challenge. “Let me tell you one thing. I might have been a cold bastard, and in some cases, I still am. But I love Sophia. I love her. As I’ve never loved any other woman before.”
3.18 p.m.
“I think it’s a beautiful idea, Ethan. Really.” Sophia frowned, her mind trying to work out the difficulties of what Ethan proposed. “But I’m sure you know the challenges of
“Je-sus,” Alistair murmured, slowly. “Jesus. Mary. And Joseph. A slap was... too little.” He was astonished.
Like my other women? What did Tavish Uilleam tell Sophia, for Christ’s sake?
“She rebuked me. Elegantly violent. She reminded me... of Mother.”
“She reminds you of our mother?” Alistair’s eyes were glued on Sophia and Ethan’s table.
“Not her looks, Alistair Connor. She has principles, morals. I observed her the whole weekend. First, I was too wary. But Alice and Leo convinced me to try with kinder eyes. She is an exceptional woman: gentle, extremely polite, intelligent, she defends her positions fiercely and she seems innocent. Not like a stupid virgin girl, if they still exist, but as a young woman should be.”
Alistair helped himself to some more whisky, thinking about what his brother had said. There could be no greater praise than comparing Sophia to their mother.
But what is she doing here with Ashford?
He drank his whisky and crossed his silverware on his barely touched lobster. He wasn’t hungry anymore. He drank the rest of the whisky in his glass, filling it again. “Why did she lie to me?”
“You’re going to get drunk,” Tavish reprimanded. “What did she tell you?”
“Here. See for yourself,” Alistair fished his iPhone from his inner suit pocket and showed the messages to his brother.
Tavish’s sea green eyes scanned the messages as he ate his artichokes, and he shrugged, “There’s nothing here that leads to the conclusion she lied to you. Just wait and see.”
Chapter 5
“I think I’m going to be sick,” said Alistair, green with jealousy and distrust. “They’ve just toasted with Cristal.”
Tavish chuckled, “For Lord’s sake, Alistair Connor, they are clearly celebrating something. A business transaction, for sure.”
“They were lovers.” Alistair wanted to shout. He wanted to punch Ethan on the nose. He wanted to drag Sophia by her long hair to the nearest hotel and have furious sex with her. Alistair leveled Tavish with a dark look. “And you are enjoying this.”
“You don’t know how much. In fact, let me tell you, I’m very intrigued by her. And by this new behavior of yours. Just because she is beautiful and hot-”
Christ! That’s it. Sophia is mine. Mine.
“Enough.” He wanted to bang his fist on the table, instead he thumped the glass, avoiding a scene. “You’re messing with fire, Tavish Uilleam. It’s dangerous.”
Tavish chuckled darkly and tilted his head to the side, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “You’re jealous. You’re jealous of Sophia.”
“Aye, I am. Is this what you want to hear? I’ve never been this jealous in my whole life.” He took a long drink of his whisky. The bottle was rapidly getting empty. Alistair didn’t like the darkness rolling through him. Not at all.
“The mighty Alistair Connor is jealous. Of course I am enjoying it. This is good.” Tavish chuckled. He leaned over, and in a murmur, he flung his blade deep in Alistair’s soul, “Thing is, Alistair Connor, you’ve never cared enough to be jealous, have you? Even with Heather. Admit it. You were too self-centered, a cold bastard.”
“Why are you doing this, Tavish Uilleam?” A haunted look simmered in Alistair’s eyes for a split second, the pupils vivid black against emerald green irises, before he schooled his features back into his usual blank mask. “It won’t do you any good to strip me bare.” Tavish’s words hit the part of him that for a long time he pretended didn’t exist, but he didn’t back off from his brother’s challenge. “Let me tell you one thing. I might have been a cold bastard, and in some cases, I still am. But I love Sophia. I love her. As I’ve never loved any other woman before.”
3.18 p.m.
“I think it’s a beautiful idea, Ethan. Really.” Sophia frowned, her mind trying to work out the difficulties of what Ethan proposed. “But I’m sure you know the challenges of
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