73. Stella goes to a hotel.
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Stella wiped her wet eyes. She rode to a hotel. She booked a private suite at the penthouse.
She limped up to the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor.
Stella walked into the empty suite. She turned on the TV and watched the news.
It was playing on the tv, but she only heard things in her head, the things that Hall said about her.
She stood up and went to the balcony, looking down to the tiny people walking around down below.
" Well Stella... this did not go as planned." She told herself.
She lay on the huge lonely bed.
Her phone buzzed.
" Hey, how is your aunt Gwen, I'm so sorry I couldn't see her." She was truly sorry.
" It's not your fault. Hey Stella...uh can I come see you. I know the boys said that you wanted them to stay with their mother, but I don't need to stay, I told her I loved her." Drake said.
" Of course Drake. But I'm not very good company now." She warned him.
" Me either. See you soon."
There was a knock on her door just then.
" Drake?" She smiled.
He held up his phone. He had been right outside her door.
She put her arms out to him.
" I need a very stiff drink." He said.
" Okay, I will make you one, go sit on the couch." She pointed to a large leather sofa.
She mixed him a scotch and tonic. He smiled," You know my drink."
She nodded.
" Did angry Hall hurt you too?" She asked smiling.
" Stella, I'm a bastard." He admitted.
" Well, you can be too focused on women, money, work things like that, but not really a bastard, you are honest with me." She smiled.
Stella a real bastard like you.
" He told me that he slept with my mother, I am his son, his bastard son.
Stella, my aunt didn't have a stroke, she took a bunch of pills after he told her the truth. She tried to...kill..kill herself." He said as he drank deeply.
" Oh, I see. I mean wait? what? you are his son, your dad Stewart wasn't really your dad?"
" Nope. Bazingo! How was that little atom bomb he dropped on me." He grimaced.
" Do any of your cousins, I mean brothers know?" She smiled.
" Drake, you have four real brothers, you are not just a cousin. You are a true brother!" She told him excited now.
He stood up and pulled her to his chest.
" Marry me, please. I want you to be only my wife. Make me happy. Two bastards together." He said.
" Drake, I will definitely consider you. If you will have me, of course I do not plan on marriage at this time, I'm so young." She stroked his hair.
He shook his head. "Now, before we go on our trip tomorrow."
She pulled away. " I see. Yes... it is very tempting, I thank you for trusting me with your vulnerable heart.
I am not going to make it all better, I am not going to make the pain go away.
I will love you though." She pulled him to the bedroom.
Drake followed her in like lost puppy. She held his shirt and pulled him behind her.
She sat him on the large bed and removed his shoes. She took down his slacks and took off his suit jacket placing it on the back of a chair
She removed his tie undid his shirt buttons taking off his shirt.
Then she shrugged off her jeans and yellow Mossimo jacket, she undid her white blouse and tossed her bra and panties on the chair.
He sat there with his head down.
" Okay come here my sweet hubby." She told him tenderly.
He nodded, too quiet.
She just held him very tightly.
" You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you never know dear how much I love you, please don't take your sunshine away." She said softly to him.
He never heard her sing like this, she had perfect pitch. She was a very good singer.
" Stella that is beautiful, thank you. Continue please." He snuggled into her warm breasts, feeling her motherly embrace.
"The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke, Drake-I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried."
He looked into her eyes, she was frowning as she touched his brow and smoothed it with her thumb.
" Drake, just breath dear." She told him.
He hadn't realized that he was holding his breath.
He let out a big breath. "Ahhhhh."
Stella sang some more of the song to him. He began to breath deeply. He fell asleep.
Stella closed her eyes. Poor guy, he had a very bad day.
She lay with him for a long time. There was a loud knock on the door.
She slipped out of the bed and put on a plush white robe.
" Can I talk to you?" asked Hall Palmer.
" Well, no...I don't think so. Hope everything works out with your wife." She shut the door in his face.
Drake got up. He heard voices.
" Who was that?" He asked groggily.
" Oh, no one. Just wrong room."
"Where were we?" She pushed him back into the bedroom.
She opened her robe and showed him her body, distracting him.
" I don't have any...I mean, I can't make love right now, sorry." He told her.
" You don't have to make love to me honey. But this is all I have to offer you right now, just me."
He grinned. " You are very beautiful." He touched her sternum.
He lay his head on her shoulder.
" Let's call the brothers, my brothers we need to talk." He sighed.
" Okay, I will invite them for dinner." She threw on a little black dress and a pair of tennis shoes. She limped to the kitchen area.
" Cash, are you boys able to come here, to my room for dinner?" She called them.
" Yeah, dad is gone. He said he was going to try and make sure his son wasn't being brain washed by a hussy."
" Oh, he came by, I turned him away before I heard any of that." She said.
" Okay, mom's caregiver is here now, we will head out to your room." He hung up.
Drake said," That was my uncle. uh dad that I heard wasn't it?" He asked.
She nodded. " I can't be verbally abused by anyone, not anymore. I'm sorry Drake, you are very similar in that way."
" He dislikes you. That must mean he is threatened by you, you might take his family away from him."
" I guess, but Drake....I will not be spoken to like he spoke to me, ever!"
There was another loud knock on the door.
Stella turned on her heel and tried to stomp off dramatically, she fell on the floor when she got to the bedroom.
Drake was opening the door, he didn't see Stella fall.
" Awe shit." She started to cry from the pain, her damn leg gave out.
She was overwhelmed by pain.
She laid down on the carpet and covered her eyes.
The door opened. Drake looked at his dad.
" Where is she, I'm not going to be talked to that way!" he said as he burst into the room.
"That bitch." He said under his breath.
He pushed Drake aside as he strode into the bedroom.
He saw her lying there crying, her leg was all red and swollen, he saw a horrible scar.
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