Fortune Favors The Bold

CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE MISTRESS

Adonis wanted to land his fist in the face of the arrogant Philip Goldman who seemed to think that he was entitled to insulting them. When the detective had been interrogating Heather Goldman, the young teenager had suddenly made an appearance and accusing them of upsetting his mother.

Heather was another phenomenon altogether, putting on a great show of being the victim. Apparently, during one of Victor’s previous visits to his mother, they had reconnected and overcome their turbulent past. Heather was now conveniently the mistress with Victor paying her and his son visits whenever he felt the itch.

The resentment that Philip was showing towards them was not because of their unwarranted presence, but due to an absentee father and the pressure he must feel with his mother having an affair with a married man.

In a way, Adonis could relate to the poor lad, for hadn’t he lived under the same circumstances in his twisted family? Unfortunately, in a distorted family, children like himself or Philip were just collateral damages. During his younger days, Adonis would also snap at anyone making harmless references to how Elijah was a better suited match for his mother instead of the philanderer Mason.

“Will you calm down?” he spoke for the first time to the young boy who stopped his rantings to stare mutinously at him. “We’re not here to stir old wounds. We are just trying to find out what happened.”

The boy seemed to take in his serene voice, but his eyes still flashed with defiance. “Who are you?” he asked vehemently.

Alaya’s eyes popped out in caution, and Adonis knew that she was warning him of giving his true introduction. Anyone having a miff that he was involved in the investigations would get her in distress. And there was no mistake that Heather and her son spelled trouble from head to toe.

“I’m her assistant,” he replied evasively, and pinned his gaze to the teenager. “But I know how it feels to question your very existence. It’s not easy to deal with the complications that adults enforce on us, but we’re not here to judge,” he reiterated, missing the puzzled look from the detective.

“We just want to confirm whether Victor was with you on the night of the seventeenth of last month?” Alaya added quickly. “Confirming his presence would give him a strong alibi and exonerate him from the suspect list.”

With a teary sniff, Heather nodded dramatically. “He arrived at two thirty-five in the morning stating that he had a rough fight with his wife. I know the exact time because it’s not usual for him to drop by at such an ungodly hour. I was confused and scolded him for coming during an inappropriate hour.”

“Did he by any chance mention the reason why he was quarreling with his wife?” Alaya probed and was promptly rebuffed.

“I thought the fact that he’d been here cleared him from being the murderer? Then why the questioning?” the woman was once again on the defensive.

Alaya provided a polite smile. “Just wanting to gather the details. Perks of being a detective, I guess,” she muttered lightly, although Adonis guessed that her brain was not treating the matter lightly. They had reached another dead-end. If Victor Alexander had reached Vancouver from Seattle at two thirty in the morning, it surely excluded him from being the murderer.

It was approximately a three-hours drive from Seattle to here, and if he’d reached here on the said time, that meant that Victor left the mansion before midnight. And according to the reports, the murder was committed after midnight.

“It must have something to do with the announcement of the son taking up the reign of the conglomerate,” Adonis added innocently, and both Heather and Philip hissed in frustration. It was clear that he’d touched a sensitive subject.

“Victor was furious with his wife for not having the balls to stand up for him,” Philip blurted out as soon as they were given an opening. “Dad said that his wife tried to put on a show by defying her brother. But the billionaire’s decision seemed pretty final. He was leaguing all his riches to his heir.”

Adonis was very glad that he’d prevented the press from publishing a photo of him after the succession. Maybe that was why his subterfuge of passing as Alaya’s partner was working perfectly. Before being the heir, nobody would recognize him as meagre importance was given to the playboy son.

Now, he had to tread carefully as the Goldmans seemed mercenary enough to try to blackmail him about his identity if ever if was exposed. Wasn’t that the story of his life though? He spent most of his times tackling or avoiding greedy persons trying to either dethrone him or expose his personal life to the media.

“That must have been hard for him to digest,” Alaya sympathized slowly, but sending him a pointed message. Their job was done here, this investigation was over.

With a subtle nod, they both stood up and thanking the mother and son duo profusely escaped from that stifling atmosphere.

“Pheww!!” she cried out as soon as the fresh air hit them, despite it being warmer than in Seattle. “I thought we weren’t getting out alive. That woman is so pissed and desperate right now that she’s on the verge of doing something she might regret.”

“I guess my uncle must have lured her with the promise of marriage once he inherited my father’s money,” he grimaced awkwardly. “Now that their plan is spoiled, there would be retribution.”

She seemed to glance at him for the first time since he’d landed in Vancouver, waiting for her to make an appearance at the Alexander’s residence. He’d arrived faster because he’d taken his private jet instead of driving, but the last thing he’d expected was catching her with that sexy piece of cloth she was wearing.

He could see the valley between her breasts for Heaven’s sake. Not that he was complaining, but a man could hardly resist that kind of temptation. She seemed to have forgotten her state of undress in his presence and was more comfortable as compared to some minutes earlier.

He, on the other side was mesmerized by the mole which seemed to peek out whenever she moved, and the silk material would slide enough to reveal more of the hidden treasures.

“How are you faring up?” she asked suddenly. “I mean, it must be hard for you to discover that your uncle is having an affair with his childhood sweetheart. If I understand correctly, they have three kids together.”

Adonis hung his head despondently, struggling with himself to come up with a sober explanation. The bitter truth was that it was something which he expected. Faithfulness and loyalty had no place in his world. Hell, he’d grown up watching his father f*cked half of Seattle, and his mother secretly falling for another man. The sacred bonds of marriage meant nothing to him from a very early age.

Discovering that his uncle was cheating on his wife was no shocker at all. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise him at all if Uncle Maddox and Uncle Graham were also having affairs. The contrary would have stunned him.

But unlike himself, Alaya had lived under the comfortable cocoon of being protected and loved all her life. It would be hard to break her fairy-tale versions of romance and weddings that the whole world had been brainwashing.

“You’re not even shocked!” she commented over his silence while he was still struggling up with a nonchalant remark. Somehow, his mask of indifference failed him, and he no longer wanted to pretend in front of her.

Besides, he doubted she would bite the bullet. She was sharp and clever, and she would see right though him without preamble.

“Isn’t that the way the whole world functions? Please don’t tell me you’re one of those who believe in happily-ever-after marriages?” he drawled cynically, walking alongside with her to her S.U.V.

“What’s wrong in that?” she sniffed defensively. “Not for me,” she added before he could put in another word. “But I’ve known couples who’ve stayed together for a very long period and are happy with each other.”

“Happy? Really?” he snickered cynically.

She c****d her head to one side, burying her fingers in the pockets of her working pants. “Do you know how jaded you sound here?”

Her words were lost on him as her action drew his attention to the gape of her top to expose a hefty amount of creamy flesh. The mole was right on display. It was on the middle of the mound, a dark spot which should have spoiled the perfection of the beauty around it. Instead, it stood proud in its imperfection, accentuating the white skin around.

His mouth watered. And his hands trembled as he fought to keep them tightly fisted at his sides. With gritted teeth, he stood gaping at her like a spoiled child craving for something forbidden.

“What are you doing?” she asked in alarm, but his eyes seemed glued to that mole which was beckoning to him. Without giving himself time to process his thoughts, he touched the skin where the mole was. She hissed in response, and he could not read an ounce of protest from the sound.

Instead, it gave the impression that it was exactly what she was looking for, and he was too captivated to look at her eyes for confirmation. With his thumb, he caressed the mole, and the soft skin around in the middle of the parking lot. It was broad daylight, and anybody could walk in on them.

Neither gave a damn. Her skin seemed to catch fire under his touch, and his finger boldly traveled down until it reached one millimeter above her n****e. It was only then that he looked up towards her. Her beautiful brown eyes were clouded with unpent desire, and she was waiting with bated breath for his next movement.

He was still mesmerized. With deliberate torture, his thumb moved barely under her bra to flit the tip, which instantly hardened into two rigid peaks. She whimpered softly but remained standing with her hands clamping the car for support.

It felt like velvet under his thumb and he once again repeated the movement, enjoying the hardened n*****s more. She buckled but held herself firmly as her eyes rolled at the back of her eye socket.

“I want to taste you,” he announced boldly, and she whined in approval. “Here, now!” he barked impatiently.

She appeared to be lost in a haze of desire, and arched her body towards his wantonly, and he could not resist her capitulation. With a hiss of impatience, he grabbed her and pinned her against a secluded spot of the dark underground parking, thanking his luck for not having a security guard around.

With an expert flick of his finger, he thrust away the garment to expose her right n****e and opened his mouth large enough to swallow the whole mound together with the mole. The sound which came from her would stay forever printed in his mind.

Without any regard to propriety, he suckled on the hardened n****e, loving the way she tasted. With his wet tongue, he rolled the organ around the areole to create maximum pleasure on the sensitive peak. She was hissing and moaning fiercely with absolutely no intention of stopping him.

It was what he liked best about her – she seemed to succumb to him on a totally demure submission. He nipped the peak with his teeth, and she let out a high-pitched moan, and he was about to foster the same attention to the other breasts when the sound of a car entering the parking lot made them both jump guiltily.

Adonis knew the exact moment Alaya realized what they had done for her eyes flared open in wonderment as he quickly adjusted her blouse. They were thankfully not in the limelight, but that interruption had served as a rude awakening. They were both caught up in a whirlpool of desire which threatened to consume both of them.

Alaya was no longer looking at him as she quickly got into her car, and Adonis felt somehow angry that she was in a hurry to leave him in the lurch. Some male ego inside him forced him to bend towards her.

“This is not over yet,” he warned gravely, but his voice sounded hoarse and quivering.