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Slamming the telephone down, Brooke tried to get the image that Deacons words provoked out of her head. Why this man affected her so much was a mystery to her, but he did. The only thing she knew for certain was that his words had her body throbbing in response, aching for more.
Damn it! Brooke said aloud, frustrated with her thoughts and her traitorous bodys reaction to someone she didnt know. She had to forget those searing hot kisses they shared. She had to forget that what she felt in his arms for those rushed few moments was like nothing she had ever shared with any man before. She had to forget his huskily whispered words just now over the telephone; I want you, Brooke.
Brooke got out of her chair, suddenly agitated. Walking to stand in front of her desk, Brooke silently scolded her self. It was fine saying that she had to forget Deacon, but doing it was another matter. Having these feelings for another man wasnt fair to her husband, and the guilt ran through her again at how she allowed Deacon to kiss her, and in fact, almost let him make love to her. She had to wonder if she would have allowed that to happen if not for the knock on the door.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Brooke looked up to see Thorne enter her office. Without saying a word, he walked over to Brooke and took her in his arms for a deep kiss.
Hmmm, how did you know I needed that? Brooke asked Thorne after they broke their kiss.
I only know that I needed to see you and hold you in my arms. Thorne said and once again started kissing Brooke. As much as I would love to stay here all day kissing my beautiful wife, there is something I need to talk with you about. Thorne led Brooke to the couch near the door of her office.
Ah huh. This sounds serious. Whats wrong, Thorne?
Thorne had gone back and forth all morning on whether he should tell Brooke about his confrontation with Bridget this morning. In the end, he decided that regardless of how much added stress this would be for her, Brooke had a right to know what was going on with Bridget.
Sweetheart, I had a talk with Bridget this morning. Thorne started only to have Brooke interrupt him.
Is something wrong with Bridget? Where is she, is she ok? Brooke was suddenly gripped with fear for her daughter.
Holding up his hands as if to ward off the barrage questions that Brooke quickly fired at him, Thorne silently cursed himself. He should have figured a better way to approach her about this.
Honey, calm down. Bridget is ok. After a slight hesitation, Thorne continued. She has a problem with our marriage; specifically she has a problem with me.
I dont understand. I knew she wasnt overjoyed about my marrying you, but she did come around.
Brooke, Bridget told me that I didnt belong with you or in that house.
She said this out of the blue? Why? She hasnt said anything to me about you, why would she suddenly not want you in our home or with me? Brooke said, genuinely confused.
This isnt the first time that Bridget and I have had a run in since we were married. This is the worse one, but
Why didnt you tell me? Brooke asked, interrupting Thorne.
Because I thought she would get over it. I thought she would get use to having me around.
Well have to talk with her tonight. Oh, wait. We cant tonight. Brooke suddenly remembered her plans for the evening.
Maybe we could talk to her this weekend. You know we could go up to the cabin for some skiing. We havent done that in a while. Thorne suggested.
I dont know Thorne. Why dont we just stay home and talk.
Maybe youre right. Im sorry I have to burden you with this. On top of everything else youre going through. Speaking of that, what time are we expected at my parents tonight?
Your father suggested we come for dinner, around seven. Deacon isnt suppose to be there until after eight.
Why cant this guy come earlier and we can get this over with?
Apparently, Deacon couldnt be there any earlier. I dont care what time it is as long as we get this over tonight!
Calm down sweetheart. After tonight, it will be over and then we can concentrate on Bridget.
Brooke let her body relax against Thorne as he enfolded her into his arms. With her head on Thornes shoulder, Brooke had to wonder if tonight would really be the end to everything. She was not looking forward to being in the same room with Deacon Sharpe and the thought of seeing him both excited and scared her.
After a moment of shared silence, Thorne said, Now may not be a good time, but I do have some good news. Actually, I was going to tell you the other night, but youre werent home. Unknowingly, Thornes voice held a hint of hardness.
Oh yeah, I could use some good news. What is it?
Do you remember Paul Allen?
Paul Allen? Brooke repeated. The name sounds familiar, but I cant put a face with it. Why, who is he?
He and I went to school together. Anyway, he is getting married and were invited to the wedding, but the best part is where hes getting married. England!
Thats wonderful Thorne. When? Brooke said, trying to muster the level of excitement that Thorne had. She failed miserably.
Thorne was a little disappointed when Brooke didnt find the news as exciting as he thought she would. He tried to tell himself that he understood; that Brooke had a lot on her plate dealing with Rick and Bridget.
They are getting married on June fifteenth. Thorne said.
Thats less than a month away. Thorne, Im sorry, but there is no way that I can leave the country now.
Hiding his exasperation, Thorne asked her, Why not Brooke? We need this time away, alone. We barely had a honeymoon and this would be perfect. I thought we could spend at least a week in England, maybe go to Ireland to see a friend of mine.
Im sorry Thorne, but I just cant leave until I know that Rick and Bridget are ok. I have to get Rick
Were going to help Rick, Brooke. After tonight, everything will be fine with him. As for Bridget, we can talk to her. Im sure its just a matter of she and I sitting down to talk. We were close once we can be again. Besides, Im your husband and I need you too.
Im sorry Thorne, but I cant make any plans until things are settled with Bridget and Rick.
Thorne tried to hide his disappointment. Yet, he had to admit to himself that he was tired of losing out to her kids. Deciding to shelve the discussion until a later date, Thorne pleaded a heavy workload, and quickly left Brookes office.
Why are you laughing? Alex had walked up to the bar to stand next to Deacon, who had his back to her.
Deacon was startled to see Alex standing next to him. After all, it was only a little after ten oclock in the morning and she didnt have to be at the club until later in the evening.
What the hell are you doing here so early? He asked.
Good morning to you too, Deacon. Alex said with a laugh.
Im sorry, but why are you here? Shouldnt you be somewhere sleeping or something.
Believe me, its not my idea to come in here this early. I got a call from Nicks office this morning telling me to meet Nick here at ten. So, here I am, but I dont see any Nick and you apparently havent been told why I was needed here.
Nope, but I am waiting for Nick myself. Sounds mysterious to me. Do you want some coffee. Deacon said, pointing to the pot he had made soon after coming in this morning.
Oh yeah, Id love some. Alex watched as Deacon poured her a cup of the coffee. So, why were you laughing to yourself when I came in?
Deacons mind went back to his conversation with Brooke moments ago. He didnt know what he hoped to achieve when he called her, but he had to hear her voice again. Even after a spectacular evening with Brea, his body still craved Brooke. Hearing her voice only confirmed it.
Nothing youd be interested in, Alex. Deacon said with a smile.
Alex just shook her head. It had something to do with a woman and she was willing to bet it had something to do with that woman that was in the club a few nights ago.
Alex recalled how Deacon was that night after the woman left. He kept the man from Nicks office waiting at least ten minutes and when he finally came out, he looked different, distracted. Alex had known Deacon long enough to know when someone interested him. For the first since knowing him, she thought he might have set his sights a little high. The woman from the other night was no run of the mill blond out to get her kicks wherever she could. Deacon just may bite off more than he could chew if he let that woman in his life. Looking at him now, Alex thought it might already be too late. He wore a slight smile on his face, as he appeared to be lost deep in his thoughts.
Good, youre both here! The deep voice of Nick Costaliano brought Alex and Deacon out of their reveries.
Nick, how are you this morning? Deacon asked, moving forward to shake the hand of his boss.
Im doing just fine my boy. I guess I dont have to ask you how youre doing, huh? I have heard nothing but good things about the club.
Yeah, well, we do alright here. Deacon said modestly.
Id say youre doing a damn sight better than alright. Nick clasped Deacon on the back. Thats why I wanted to see you this morning. Turning, he looked at Alex, still standing where Deacon had left her. He thought how beautiful she looked in the simple blue jeans and shirt. Alex, he said as he moved to stand before her. Its always a pleasure to see you, my dear.
Good morning, Mr. Costaliano. Its nice to see you again. Alex said in response, ignoring the looks he shot her way. He didnt bother to hide his interest in her. Under different circumstances, Alex would have found her self attracted to Nick Costaliano. At 5.9, a sooth olive complexion, chocolate brown heavily lashed eyes, he would be considered attractive to any woman: but not her. As he was her boss, she couldnt afford to mix business with pleasure.
It is always nice to see you, Alex, and please, call me Nick. He said, once again his booming voice dragging her out of her thoughts.
I guess youre wondering why I called you and Deacon here this morning.
Yes, I did wonder why, Mr.Nick.
Yeah, whats up Nick? Deacon asked.
Alex, do you mind if I speak with Deacon first?
A bit startled, Alex recovered quickly. Of course not, Nick. Ill wait over at the bar. Nick smiled at her and turned to lead Deacon into Deacons office. We wont be but a moment, Alex. He assured her.
Alex was left to wonder what was going on and just how she fit into whatever it was.
Ashley saw her the moment she walked into the library. She had been looking for Bridget ever since that confrontation with Kirsten Mavens and her clique. Walking over to where Bridget sat with her back to the room, Ashley felt bad that her friend was going through such an awful time.
The girls had formed an unlikely friendship four years ago while still in grade school. Unlikely because, although Ashleys father was a wealthy well known attorney in Los Angeles, she didnt grow up in Beverly Hills or any of the other surrounding areas where the rich and famous lived. Up until four years ago, she lived in Detroit with her mother and her grandmother, not only thousands of miles away from where she currently lived, but also worlds apart from the life she led in Detroit.
Ashley loved her mother, despite the fact for as long as she could remember, Deborah Wilder had been a crack addict. Despite her mothers drug problem, Ashleys memories of Deborah were filled with both sad and happy times. The times her mother was clean and sober were the best. Deborah was like any other mother during those times. She cooked, made cookies and handed out smiles and hugs freely.
Then there were the times when Ashley and her grandmother, Adell Wilder, would not see Deborah for weeks on end. During those times, the house was always silent and dark. Even though Adell and Ashley tried to get on with their life, they both worried about what could happen to Deborah out in those streets, but neither the child nor the mother would voice those fears.
Deborah would return home, looking gaunt, her dark chocolate skin ashen and hanging from her bones. She would be in need of a bath, and the loving attention of a mother and daughter who loved her unconditionally. Adell and Ashley would never question where shed been or how long she would stay.
In Ashleys mind, those times became known as the Lifesavers® times. Deborah would devour bags of the hard sweet candies. Ashley would watch as her mother rocked back and forth, her eyes seemingly focused on something that no one else saw, eating the candies one after another.
Then it happened; one day, Deborah didnt return home.
After her mother died from a drug overdose, Ashley was left with her grandmother, a woman left devastated by the death of her only child. For all her life, Ashley was aware of a shadowy figure in her life. She never questioned how it was that she could afford to attend a private school when her mother didnt work and her grandmother only earned a meager wage at a nursing home where she worked. When her mother died, she met her father, John Anthony Delaney for the first time.
Before she had a chance to recover from her mothers death, she was removed from her grandmothers home, literally snatched out of her grandmothers arms and taken to live with a father that she didnt know and his twenty three year old wife, Nikki.
Two years later, John Delaney was involved in what became known as the Trial of the Century. A famous former basketball star was accused of killing his wife and her friend. Ashley recalled the nasty comments she received at school from the likes of Kirsten Maven and her friends. Bridget, who had befriended her from the very beginning, was one of the few people who spoke to her during that time. Now, it was her turn to try to help her friend.
Bridget, are you ok? She asked softly.
Bridget didnt answer right away. Ashley sat at the table across from her friend. Dont let Kirsten and the rest get to you. Theyre just jealous.
Im alright, Ashley. I just hate him so much! Bridget said fervently, as she wiped a lone tear from her cheek.
Ashley didnt have to ask whom Bridget was talking about. She knew she was referring to her brother, Thorne. Ashley also didnt have to be told that while Bridget was angry with her brother, she loved him too.
Bridget, why dont you talk to them. Let your mom know how you feel.
I tried to tell her how I felt before they got married. It doesnt matter what I think anyway. Bridget said.
But I thought you were ok with them getting married when you were your moms maid of honor.
She was so happy, Ashley. I couldnt tell her I didnt want to do it.
Talk to them Bridget, especially to your brother. Maybe if they knew how you felt
It wouldnt help. Bridget interrupted angrily.
How do you know?
I just do.
Come on Bridget. Talk to Thorne tonight. Tell him how you feel. Maybe itll help. Ashley reasoned.
Bridget remained silent for a moment. Maybe she should do as Ashley suggested and speak with Thorne, she thought.
Ill think about it. She promised her friend quietly.
Good. Now, lets get to class. You know how Mr. Smithers is. That man will put you in detention just for looking at him funny so you know what he will do if were late. Ashley said, trying to lighten the mood between them.
Bridget followed Ashley out of the library, feeling somewhat better than she felt when she entered it earlier.
After Nick and Deacon were seated in Deacons office, Nick Costaliano wasted no time getting right to the point of his visit.
Deacon, I recently purchased a prime piece of real-estate in downtown LA that I have serious plans for. I envision a nightclub and a world class restaurant. I want you in on the ground floor with this and in exchange, I will give you a percentage of the place.
Deacon was surprised. He felt sure that Nick was going to say something about closing the Lair. Never in a million years had he expected this.
Why me, Nick? I mean, you own several clubs in the city, why not one of your other managers? Deacon asked.
Because none of them could have done what you did for the Lair. Before you took over here, I was going to write it off. Now, it is one of my most profitable clubsthanks to you, Deacon.
Im honored Nick, but
Honored sonored! Believe me, Im not doing you any favors here. Youd be going from a sure thing to something that may or may not work. Nick said in his large booming voice.
I dont know if Ill be sticking around LA long enough to see something like that come together, Nick. You know me; Im here and then Im gone.
You have already been here longer than you normally stay in one place, Deacon. Look, youre not getting any younger. Dont you want to settle down and maybe have a family some day?
Hell no! You make it sound like Im an old man, Nick. Deacon said with a laugh.
Im serious, Deacon. This deal can be very lucrative for you. You get this club and restaurant up and running, and you will be able to write your own ticket anywhere in the world.
Deacon found he was excited at the prospect of opening a club from the ground floor. He had always taken over a losing club and turned it around.
If, and thats a big if Nick, if I decided to do this, how much control would I have?
Total. Nick said quickly.
That sounds nice, Nick, but what does that really mean? Deacon was no fool. He had grown up tough and hard, but he didnt get where he was today without knowing all the angles. Sure, what Nick was selling sounded nice, but Deacon wasnt impressedyet.
Just what I said, Deacon. Total control over all aspect of this project. The budget, the decorators, the vendors, everything.
Deacon was stunned. There was no doubt in his mind that he could handle such a project, but he was leery. He had known Nick Costaliano for over ten years, and he knew that he was not man known for outrageous generosity. Something about this deal didnt feel right to him, and Deacon hadnt come this far in life without relying on instinct.
I dont know, Nick. This all sounds goodmaybe too good.
Look, I was going to offer Alex the manager job here at the Lair, but Ill hold off on that to give you a chance to think this offer over. Nick said.
No, dont do that. Offer Alex the job. Whether I accept your offer or not, Ive done all I can with the Lair. Its time for me to move on, Nick.
Are you sure? If I offer Alex the job, theres no turning back.
Yes, Im sure Nick. You wont find a better person to take over here. I doubt that I could have made the Lair what it is without Alex. Deacon said firmly.
Signing deeply and not bothering to hide his disappointment, Nick stood up and offered Deacon his hand. You know Deacon, youre a smart man. You have until business day tomorrow to give me an answer. Nick turned and walked out of the office.
Deacon watched as Nick left, hanging back in the office so that Nick could speak with Alex in private. In the back of his mind, Deacon knew that only one thing could keep him in LA; Brooke Forrester. He would never admit it to another living soul, but his taking the job would depend on what happened between him and the lady when they met tonight. Judging from her reaction to his kisses of the other evening, Deacon had very little doubt that if they were to spend any significant time together, they would become lovers. That was a prospect that worth hanging around LA for and it gave tonight added importance.
Brooke felt awful. Once again she chose Rick and Bridget over Thorne, but there was very little she could do at the moment. She had virtually ignored them for nearly a year during her troubled courtship with Thorne.
Throwing papers on her desk in frustration, Brooke looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it was almost twelve oclock. She was not looking forward to the evening that was fast approaching. She and Thorne were due over to his parents home at seven for dinner, while Deacon was expected later, around eight. The thought of seeing the man that she had allowed such liberty with her body scared her. After his telephone call this morning, she was afraid that if given a chance, Deacon could make trouble for her. All it would take is a hint of what happened between them the other night, and all hell would break lose.
The possibility of that happening was just too much for Brooke to bare thinking about. Luckily, her musings were cut short by the sharp shrill of her telephone. With shaking hands, she picked up the receiver, praying that it wasnt Deacon Sharp again.
Brooke Logan
Hello Brooke, how are you? Brooke breathed a sign of relief when she recognized the voice of her friend, Joe Rolland.
Joe, how nice to hear from you. Ive been expecting your call. Brooke said.
I apologize for the delay in getting back to you Brooke, but Im sure you remember how it is for us doctors. Joe answered with a laugh.
I know. I am just happy you were able to squeeze me in, Joe. Well, are you calling with the results? Brooke asked in a rush.
Joe laughed gently on the other end. He wasnt surprised at the impatient note in Brookes voice, he knew her well. Yes, I have the results and I will tell you in a moment. Just so you know, I have FedEx the results to you.
Good, now Joe, dont keep me in suspense. Brooke waited impatiently for the results of the test, with fingers crossed, she hoped it was the news that she had prayed for.
Christy Barlow stood still while Ridge ran his hands up and down her body. How does that feel? he whispered, his lips touching the shell of her ear.
That feels good, She whispered back to him softly.
Christy was mortified when her nipples hardened in response to her lovers hands on her body. Normally, that would be no problem, Ridge would simply take the sensitive nipples in to his warm moist mouth, his tongue would swirl around the hardened nub, causing shivers of pleasure to tingle down her spine. Of course, normally when that happened, they were alone and not as they were now; standing in the middle of Ridges office along with three other models and Eric Forrester.
Ridge, this is the best yet. Eric praised his son on the latest items from the Bedroom line.
Thanks Dad. I had great inspiration. Ridge said while looking at Christy. He saw what his touching her had done. He smiled slyly at her. Christy tried to keep her mind focused on the fact that she and Ridge were not alone in his office.
Missing the looks that were exchanged between his son and the blond model, Eric continued with his praise. Well, youve done a fantastic job son. Has Brooke seen these?
No, I was going to show her later, but I wanted your opinion first.
She is going to be just as impressed as I am.
Before Ridge could respond, the door was suddenly opened. Everyone turned to see Taylor stop short of entering the room. Sweetheart, I thought wed have that lunch Taylors voice trailed off when she saw that Ridge was not alone. Im sorry, Ridge. Megan is not at her desk; I had no idea you were not alone. Taylor apologized prettily.
Looking at Taylor standing sheepishly in the doorway, Ridge quickly realized that this could become an awkward situation. The thought of his wife and his mistress in the same room scared him stiff. In fact, while he knew he should say or do something, he found that his tongue was rooted to the roof of his mouth and his legs wouldnt move even though he willed them to do so.
There was a strained silence in the room as everyone waited for Ridge or Taylor to say something. To Ridge, it felt like he stood there for hours, but he knew only seconds had passed since Taylor opened the door to his office. Eric looked over at Ridge with a questioning look on his face. He wondered at the stricken look that Ridge suddenly wore. Because the silence had stretched out far longer than normal, Eric decided to break the awkwardness that had settled over the office.
Youre not interrupting anything, dear. Eric said, at the same time he walked to the door to greet Taylor. Taylor threw her husband a look, wondering what was wrong with him. For the first time, Taylor noticed the four scantily dressed models standing near Ridges desk. Having witnessed such an occurrence before, Taylor wasnt surprised to see the almost naked women standing in the middle of her husbands office.
Christy watched as Eric led Taylor completely into the office. She tried to keep her eyes downcast, not wanting to see Ridge and Taylor kiss, but she couldnt help but watch as Taylor walked up to her husband and kissed him gently on the cheek.
Dads right, Taylor. Youre not interrupting anything. Ridge finally answered, having found his voice again. We were just finishing up. He didnt look at Christy, though he felt her eyes penetrating through his back.
Are you free for lunch? Taylor asked.
Ridge could feel Christys body stiffen. They had made plans to go to her apartment for an afternoon of lovemaking since he had promised Taylor that there would be no more late nights. Now, that they wouldnt have theyre afternoon either.
Of course. Why dont you have a seat and let dad and I finish up here and then we can go.
Taylor walked over to the couch and sat down. She looked over to the models standing in the latest items from the Bedroom line and she wrinkled her nose in distaste. While she knew that the line was one of the most profitable ones in the history of Forresters, she couldnt help but associate the line with Brooke and her quest for Ridge. Besides, she truly thought the line was cheap and sleazy and not in keeping with the Forrester image; not that she would say that to Ridge. She knew that as the principal designer of the line, Ridge was proud of it.
Taylor watched as Ridge and Eric had the models turning around while they checked out each design carefully. When they got to the blond model, Taylor thought she looked familiar, but she couldnt say who the young woman reminded her of.
She watched as Ridge and Eric wrote items down on their clipboards as they talked quietly to each other. When she looked up at blond model again, Taylor was surprised to find the girl was staring at her. She quickly looked away, but not before Taylor saw something in her eyes.
Ok, thats it. Christy, please take these down to Fred in the cutting room and tell him Ill want to see those changes first thing tomorrow morning. Eric said, handing the clipboards to the blond model.
Yes, Mr. Forrester. Christy answered, all the while willing Ridge to look at her, something he hadnt done since Taylor walked into the office. Christy allowed herself another look at Taylor, even though earlier Taylor had caught her starring.
Ridge had his back to the models as they walked out of his office. He knew that Christy would understand why he had to cancel their plans, but he also knew that she would be hurt too. The thought of hurting her was disturbing to him, but there was nothing to be done. Taylor was his wife and she came first.
Ok, Ill get out of your hair so you two can go to lunch. Taylor, as always, its nice to see you my dear. Eric kissed Taylor on the check and walked out of the office, leaving husband and wife alone.
There was a small awkward silence between Ridge and Taylor after everyone left the room. Taylor wondered at the source of the awkwardness, but didnt want to delve to deeply for an answer.
I hope you dont mind my just stopping in like this Ridge. I know how busy you have been lately.
Not at all. Give me a minute and well head out. How about the Café Russe for lunch?
Mmmm, that sounds lovely. Taylor sat back on the couch and watched Ridge as he tidied up his desk.
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Thorne slammed the door to his office so hard it caused the walls to rattle. Sitting at his desk, he closed his eyes, trying to calm down. He tried to understand why Brooke couldnt leave the country at the moment, but frankly, he was tried of being understanding. Ever since he and Brooke married, it had been one thing after another with her kids. First, there was Amber and Rick and their possible remarriage, and now Bridget. Thorne wondered when he would come first in their marriage.
Deciding he would again talk to Brooke about Europe once things were settled for Rick, Thorne was just about to immerse himself in work to keep his mind off his argument with Brooke when there was a knock at his door.
Come in. He called out, hoping that it was Brooke, but knowing that it wasnt. Instead he was stunned to see Macy walk through the opened door.
Macy! Thorne said loudly surprised to see her standing in his office. As far as he knew, Macy was still at the treatment center in Arizona. She was the last person he had expected to see.
Macy looked at Thorne, her eyes devouring the man she still loved. Hello, Thorne. How are you? She said, her voice husky from the emotions she felt in seeing him again.
Thorne stood up, still recovering from the shock of seeing Macy. He admired the pretty picture she made in the red and orange silk sleeveless sheath. Her hair was cut to shoulder length, parted off center and flipped up at the ends. She looked more beautiful than he remembered.
Walking quickly to her, Thorne took her in his arms. Macy, my God. Its good to see you. He said sincerely holding his ex-wife tightly to him.
Macy felt the sting of tears in her eyes as Thorne took her into his arms. She inhaled his familiar scent, not at all surprised to find that being held by him felt like coming home. I hope you dont mind my stopping by without calling first, Thorne. She said, as she stepped back from Thorne. Blinking quickly, she willed herself not to cry in front of him. .
No, of course I dont mind. Please sit. Thorne said, indicating the chair opposite his own. So, when did you get back?
Macy saw the questioning look in Thornes eyes. He wanted to ask her the same question her mother and CJ wanted to ask, but they too were afraid to hear the answer. Monday actually. And yes Thorne, Im fine. I have been sober for the last six months. The last was said with just a hint of pride in her voice.
Thorne smile broadly. Thats wonderful, Macy. I knew you could do it.
It was thanks to you that I did Thorne.
To me, how? If it wasnt for me you would not have been drinking.
Thats not true. I cant blame anyone for my drinking, Thornenot even Brooke. I alone was responsible for my decision to start again. No, you helped me in more than youll ever know.
I am just happy to see you. You look great.
There was a companionable silence between them. Thorne couldnt get over how great she looked. For herself, Macy was delighted that Thorne seemed genuinely happy to see her.
Oh, I almost forgot. I heard from Paul Allen, an invitation actually. Can you believe ithes getting married? Macy said with a husky laugh.
I know. Thorne agreed. I never thought he would, but he and Sissy finally decided to take the plunge.
I am so happy for them. After a slight hesitation, Macy continued. Are you going to go to the wedding?
Thorne sighed deeply. The feelings of resentment he had felt earlier at Brookes refusal to attend the wedding of one of his dearest friends came back full force. He was sick of coming in second to Rick and Bridget.
I dont know, Thorne admitted to his ex-wife.
Macy was surprised by the angry look that passed over Thornes face when she asked him about attending the wedding. It didnt take a rocket scientist to see that there was something wrong. Macy felt a lick of joy pass through her body. The possibility of trouble in Thornes marriage was too much to hope for. Maybe Brooke didnt want to go to England, Macy speculated silently. Whatever the reason, she sensed an opportunity and she had to seize any opportunity that came her way, but at the same time, she had to be careful not to alarm Thorne.
Why Thorne? Im sure Paul would love to see you again. Macy asked innocently.
I rather not talk about it at the moment Macy. Thorne said.
Thorne, if this is about me going, then I wont Macy started tentatively.
I didnt even know you were back in LA. Believe me; this has nothing to do with you.
Thorne stood, suddenly agitated. Why dont we grab some lunch. Id like to hear more about Arizonathat is, if you dont mind talking about it. He suggested.
No, not at all. But dont you and Brooke normally have lunch together? Macy asked, keeping her face blank.
I doubt if Brooke will even miss me. Thorne said before he could stop himself. I mean shes busy. Lets go.
Macy followed Thorne out of his office, allowing a small smile to appear on her face. She had not expected to have lunch with Thorne, nor did she expect to find out that there was trouble in paradise. For the first time in months, Macy felt sure that it was only a matter of time before she and Thorne were back together.
Eric, do you have a minute? Brooke asked. She wanted to get something straight between her and Eric before the meeting at his and Stephanies house.
Of course. Come in. Eric watched Brooke walk completely into the room.
I wanted to make certain that you and I are on the same page with what is going to happen this evening. I need to know that youll back me up about Rick and Amber getting remarried.
I dont know Brooke. Stephanie seems to feel that theyre in love.
I dont give a damn what Stephanie thinks! Rick is my son, not hers. Brooke breathed in deeply, trying to force herself to calm down. It wouldnt do any good to put Eric on the defensive. Look Eric, Rick is all of twenty years old. He has never dated anyone except Amber. He has never known what it felt like to go to parties with his friends. Im trying to give my son a normal life. Brooke pleaded.
Eric couldnt deny anything that Brooke said and in fact, he felt the same. It was only because Stephanie had asked him to that he had allowed Rick to marry Amber at all. Now, that everything had come out about the baby and Ambers lies, he wasnt too keen on his son remarrying the girl again.
Exactly what do you have planned for tonight, Brooke. I warn you, Stephanie will fight you all the way.
She wont fight me if youre in my corner, Eric. I want you to agree with me to refuse Rick permission to remarry Amber. He still needs our permission to marry. If he does insist on marrying her, I want you to agree to cut him offcompletely.
Dont you think thats rather harsh?
No, I dont. If Rick is determined to marry Amber after all the lies she told, then I wont stop them. Nor will I support them. I need you to promise that you will not support them either.
You mean financially?
Yes, financially and every other way.
It wont be easy, but I agree. Eric said after only the slightest hesitation. I dont particularly want my son to marry Amber either.
Seems to me that the only one that does want him married to Amber is Stephanie. Brooke said under her breath. Having gotten Erics agreement to support her tonight, Brooke quickly left his office.
Nick Costaliano sat back in the limousine looking out the window, yet not seeing anything. He had been putting off making the telephone call that he had to make for hours. The man he had to call didnt take disappointment well. For reasons unknown to him, it was very important to the man that Deacon Sharpe be the one in charge of the upcoming project and in fact, the man was prepared to invest millions, but only with Deacon in control.
Nick considered himself a powerful man, a big fish in a small pond as it were, but powerful none the less. The man who was waiting to hear from him was one of the most powerful men that Nick had ever encountered. There was nothing that he wanted that he didnt get. He didnt know what the relationship was between Deacon and the powerful man he would soon talk to, but he had acted as a go between for him in the past. For some reason, he was very interested in seeing that Deacon Sharpe succeeded and he had gone a long way to achieve his goal.
Stephanie stepped off the elevator and found herself in an exquisitely decorated receptionist area. Sitting behind the desk was a beautiful woman with dark brown hair, dressed in a very flattering suit.
Hi, Im Stephanie Forrester, Massimo is expecting me.
Of course Mrs. Forrester. Hes on the telephone, but he instructed me to send you in.
Thank you, Stephanie smiled down at the young woman. She could afford to dole smiles these days. Despite having Brooke married to her son, life was almost perfect. The man that she never stopped loving had come back into her life to claim her.
Massimo was in deed on the telephone, but he indicated with a wave of his had that she should sit in the plush leather chair on the other side of his own. Stephanie half listened as Massimo talked to the other person, anxious to be alone with her him.
Well, this is very disappointing news. Massimo said to the person on the other end of the line. Yes, let me know if something should change. No, its not your fault, just keep me informed. Massimo said brusquely.
He hung up the telephone, setting the receiver back in the cradle with decided force. He hated it when his plans were thwarted. It was very important to him that these particular plans were followed. Shaking himself out of the thoughts, Massimo looked over to where Stephanie sat on the other side of his desk.
Stephanie could tell from Massimo expression that something was wrong. Is there a problem, Mass? She asked, using her pet name for him.
Nothing I cant handle. Such is business today. Massimo took a deep breath and really looked at Stephanie. His dark eyes admired the way she looked; the blue pantsuit she wore matched the color of her eyes exactly. Getting up from his chair, he walked around the desk towards her.
You know, I have been looking forward to seeing you all morning. Massimo said huskily.
Me too. Stephanie admitted with a shy smile.
Lifting Stephanie out of the chair, Massimo bent his head until their lips met in a tender kiss. Are you sure you cant get away tonight. Massimo whispered softly after breaking their kiss. I leave town tomorrow and it will be several weeks before I can see you again.
I wish I could, but I cant Mass. I told you about the meeting tonight with that revolting young man, right? Stephanie asked.
Yes, but that wont take all night, will it?
No, but then theres the dinner party before for the familyand Brooke, Stephanie grimaced when she mentioned Brookes name.
This is ridiculous! Leave it to Eric to make a mess of something so simple. The man is useless! Massimo said nastily.
This mess isnt Erics fault. Brooke is the one that has come along and complicated things.
You dare defend Eric to me? Massimo asked imperiously.
Stephanie sighed deeply. The one thing that she would change about Massimo was his arrogance. Still, being a billionaire would tend to make one arrogant and used to having ones own way. She should know better than to bring up her husbands name. Massimo hatred for Eric was palpable.
Look Mass, Im sorry, but I must be there for my family this evening. Stephanie said sternly.
But theyre not your family, are they Stephanie? Youre doing this for Brookes son and a girl that you know nothing about. Why should you care whether or not Erics son is married to this young woman that you have taken such a shine to? Why does it matter to you?
Rick is like a son to me and he and Amber are in love. He cant help who his mother is. Besides, Brooke has some nerve to think someone isnt good enough for her son when Stephanie stopped when she realized what she was going to say.
Do you know what I think? Massimo asked.
No I dont, but I suppose youre going to tell me.
I think youre doing this for Brookes son because it allows you to stick it to Brooke Logan. You like the idea of this Amber girl being a thorn in Brookes side, just like she was to you. Am I right?
Stephanie remained quiet for a moment. Of course it wasnt true. Was it? No, of course not, Stephanie thought to herself. She had grown to love Amber and she did love Rick. They wanted to be married and she thought they should. After all, they have a child together, despite what Brooke thinks.
No, youre not right, Massimo. Now, I dont want to talk about his anymore. Im sorry that I cant come to you tonight, but we have the rest of the day. Lets not waste it fighting over Brooke Logan and her son. Stephanie pleaded.
Massimo looked down into Stephanies eyes. She was right. He didnt want to waste anymore of their precious time talking about anyone in her family. Youre right darling. Why dont we go back to my hotel and order lunch? After that, well just do whatever comes naturally. He said with a wicked grin.
Unable to help it, Stephanie felt the rush of heat to her cheeks as they flooded with color. It was amazing that after all these years; Massimo could still make her feel like a schoolgirl. Not that the feelings that were coursing through her body at the moment had any thing to do with being a schoolgirl. She definitely felt like a woman around Massimo.
Thorne wearily opened the door to the home that he shared with Brooke and Bridget. He tried to tell himself that he didnt feel guilty because he had lunch with Macy, but in the back of his mind, he did. Not only did they have lunch together, but also he found he enjoyed their time together. He wondered what Brookes reaction would be to learning that hed seen Macy again. With her being so involved in what was happening to Rick and Bridget, she probably wouldnt even notice, Thorne thought to himself.
Grabbing the mail off the round table in the middle of the foyer, Thorne quickly looked through it for anything of interest.
Thorne, you got a minute. Bridget asked quietly.
Thorne was startled. First because Bridget hadnt voluntarily spoken to him in weeks. Secondly, he was shocked by the tone of her voice. When she did speak to him in the past, it was usually sarcastically or an equally nasty tone, now, she sounded like the Bridget of old.
Sure, what is it Bridget? Thorne asked, eager to start some sort of communication between them.
I was hoping we could sit down and talk, just you and me. Bridget decided that since her problem was with Thorne, for the moment at least, she would seek a solution with him and not involve her motheryet.
Of course, sweetheart. Lets go into the living room and get
No, I didnt mean now! Bridget said loudly. Im sorryI meant later this evening.
Thorne didnt know what to say. He and Brooke were due over to his parents house at seven. Looking at Bridget, Thorne could see that she had misread his hesitation as disinterest. As nothing could be further from the truth, Thorne decided in that instant that he would stay home tonight with Bridget, while Brooke went to his parents house.
Ill get it Stephanie called out as she walked quickly to answer the peal of the doorbell. She was happy to see Ridge and Taylor standing on the threshold.
Darlings, Im so happy to see you. She said and stepped back allowing both Taylor and Ridge to enter.
Ridge kissed his mother respectfully on the cheek. I still dont know why you want us here. He said.
I need all the help I can get if Im going to get through an evening with the likes of Deacon Sharpe and Brooke Logan.
Now mother, I thought you had made amends with Brooke. You know it would upset Thorne to hear you speak of his wife that way. Ridge admonished his mother.
Thorne isnt coming and Brooke wont be here until after dinner. Stephanie admitted.
Oh, why not? Taylor asked.
From what I gathered on the phone earlier with Thorne, there is something going on with Bridget. Oh, its nothing awful Im sure. Stephanie said quickly at the look of concern on Taylor and Ridges face.
Im surprised that Brooke would agree to come alone then. Taylor said.
Im not. She wants to come here to make life miserable for Amber. Well, shes in for a fight if she thinks Ill allow that.
Ridge rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving his mother and Taylor talking. He spotted his dad standing near the bar.
Can you believe those two? He asked, motioning with his head in the direction of Taylor and Stephanie. Were not here two minutes and theyre already putting down Brooke.
Well son, do you really expect anything differently? Eric said with a sarcastic tone.
No, I guess not. But, Im sick of all the back stabbing that is done in this family. Now you watch; the minute Brooke walks in here tonight, there will be smiles from everyone. I dont blame her for cutting us out of her life.
Eric handed Ridge a drink, surprised at his sons outburst. Ridge, is there something wrong? I mean, you cant be surprised at your mother and Taylors opinion of Brooke, right?
Dad, Im tired of all the bull shit that goes on in this family. The thing that happened in Venicewell, you know, Brooke has never forgiven me for my part in it. She says nothing to me outside of business. I miss my friendship with her.
Ridge, I didnt know. I thought you and she got alone fine. Eric spoke low so that they were not overheard.
She says she has forgiven me, Dad, but I know better. She never speaks directly to me anymore.
Im sorry son. Im sure in time
I wouldnt be so sure of it. I dont think time will heal the rift between me and Brooke.
They both turned when the front door was opened and Rick and Amber walked in followed by Jonathan, the Forrester family attorney. After greeting Stephanie and Taylor, Rick and Jonathan made their way over to where Ridge and Eric were standing. What can I get you to drink, son? Eric asked Rick.
Club soda will be fine, Dad.
Jonathan, anything for you?
No Eric. Im fine.
What time is mother and Thorne getting here? Rick asked.
Unfortunately, Thorne isnt coming. Your mother is still coming, but she wont be here until after dinner.
And what time does Deacon Sharpe supposed to get here?
A little after eight. Eric spoke quietly.
I still cant believe that this bastard is going to sell his baby. Ridge said.
I know, but I guess Im happy that he is. Rick admitted.
Rick, theres nothing about this situation that should make you happy. If he wanted to, Mr. Sharpe could make a lot of trouble for this family. Jonathan warned sternly.
Where is the baby? Eric asked, wanting to change the subject quickly.
Hes sleeping. Helen is watching him for us.
Taylor, I love your blouse. It matches the color of your eyes perfectly. Amber said with saccharine sweetness. Other than Brooke, Amber got along with everyone in the Forrester family, but she always felt that Taylor was little standoffish. She admired Taylor and she especially wanted to befriend the older woman since Stephanie appeared to love her so much.
Thank you Amber. Taylor said. Taylor looked at the young woman and wasnt surprised when she could not return the compliment. Amber wore a pleasant blouse that tied at the neckline; with sleeves so long that covered her hands. The blouse was brown and tan with a matching shirt. Amber completed the outfit with a pair of tan patent leather knee boots.
Maria walked out and whispered in Stephanies ear. Oh, thank you Maria. Everyone, dinner is severed.
Stephanie led the way out of the room, followed closely by Amber and Taylor. Ridge, Eric, Jonathan, and Rick followed at a slower pace.
Whoa, where are you going all dressed up? Alex asked a grinning Deacon.
To take care of business. Deacon answered vaguely.
Yeah, I just bet! Youre looking sharp Mr. Sharpe. Alex said with a laugh.
Alex wasnt kidding when she told Deacon he looked good. Dressed as usual in all black, he wore a black leather jacket over a French cut silk black shirt and black jeans. In his left ear, he wore a small gold hoop earring. While not completely clean shaven, his mustache and goatee were neatly trimmed. All in all, Deacon Sharpe was one good-looking man, Alex thought. Deacons voice brought Alex out of her reverie.
If Nick calls here for me, give him my cell number. It will be on, ok?
Ok, sure. Deacon, can I ask you something? Alex asked somewhat pensively.
Sure, whats up?
Why did you give up this job? Are you leaving town? While she was ecstatic about taking over the club, she didnt want to see Deacon leave LA. He had become a good friend to her over the last year or so.
I dont know, Alex. All I do know is that Ive done I can with the Lair. Are you worried about taking over?
No, its not that. I just dont want to see you leave LA. You have become a good friend to me and I dont want to lose your friendship.
That would never happen. I dont know what my plans are, but if I decide to leave town, I wont do it without seeing you before I go, ok? Deacon smiled down at Alex.
Thanks Deacon.
No sweat. Deacon answered, looking down at his watch at the same time. Look, I gotta get out of here. Ill talk with you tomorrow, ok? Deacon bent down and kissed Alex on the cheek.
She watched as he walked out of the door in his self-assured stride. She wondered if this business had anything to do with the woman that made such an impression on him the other night. Somehow, Alex figured that this woman would be the only thing that could keep Deacon in LA.
I wish this were over now or that you were coming with me. Brooke said as she quickly dried her hair from her recent shower.
Thorne, who had showered with her, understood why Brooke didnt want to go to his parents house on her own. Despite having walked Brooke down the aisle, Stephanie made it clear to all and sundry that she didnt like Brooke and only tolerated her because of Thorne.
Thorne walked up behind his nude wife as she stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom. He was also still nude and slightly damp. Once Brooke had come home, they immedialy fell into each others arms, vowing never to fight again. Although this last time wasnt much of a fight, but it was more than they wanted to come between them.
Looking at their nude bodies in the mirror, Thorne marveled again that the very beautiful woman standing before him was his wife. The only thing that marred the moment was the nagging refrain he heard over and over in his mind; Tell Brooke about the Lunch with Macy. For reasons he didnt quite understand Thorne didnt mention that he had lunch with his ex-wife. Although it was purely innocent, he wasnt sure that Brooke would see it that way. After all, he had learned of all the awful things that Macy had done to Brooke before they were married.
Honey, Im sure that Bridget would Brooke started only to have Thorne interrupt.
No, shes finally willing to talk to me and I have to do it. No, you go. Get this over with and Ill speak with Bridget. Did you notice her during dinner?
I did. She looked nervous. Are you sure it wouldnt be better if I was around?
Bridget wants to talk to me alone, and I agree. Youll only be gone a little while. After your talk with Dad, Im sure hell support you tonight.
I hope so. Ok, I must get dressed. It is getting late.
Thorne lay back on their bed, still nude. He watched, as Brooke poured scented lotion in her hands and quickly ran her hand up and down her arms, adding more lotion to her hands, she treated her legs to the same treatment. She took out a pair of black nearly nothing panties and slipped them on, along with a matching bra that looked like it offered little in the way of support. Looking at her husband out of the corner of her eye, she saw what his watching her had caused. You seem to be enjoying yourself.
Of course. Cant you tell I love it?
Brooke looked down his muscled chest, her eyes following the natural line of light blond hair that led to his impressive manhood. What do you expect me to do with that? Brooke nodded her head towards his aroused state, her voice low and sexy.
Whatever you want to do with it, baby.
Brooke was just about to put on a pair of hip hugging white capri pants, when she stopped and looked at Thorne. Laying the pants down on a near by chair, she walked sexily towards the bed.
You are a tease, Mr. Forrester. How about saving that for later, ok?
Chicken, Thorne whispered to her. Ok, but later Thorne stopped, leaving the rest up to her fertile imagination.
She watched as Thorne got out of the bed. He donned a pair of boxers, followed by a pair of gray sweats. Standing in front of her, he leaned down and kissed her. Hurry home.
I will. Thorne left the bedroom. Brooke put on the white hip hugging capri pants. With it, she wore a short sleeve black knit midriff top that left her flat stomach exposed. Putting on a pair of black and white woven leather sandals, Brooke sprayed herself liberally with her favorite Perry Ellis 360o perfume. Deciding to leave her hair down, she brushed it away from face, letting it fall naturally down her back. Pleased with the light make-up she wore, she added a pair of black large hoop earrings. Brooke decided that she couldnt put it off much longer. Ready or not, she was going to see Deacon Sharpe in less than a half-hour.
Reaching for the telephone, she had to do one more thing before leaving. Punching out the familiar number on the keypad, Brooke waited impatiently for her call to be answered.
Connor Davis,
Hello Connor. Its Brooke. Are you ready, has everything been prepared?
Yes Brooke, were ready.
Great! Im just leaving now. Ill see you at the Forresters
Dont worry Brooke. Everything has been taken care of. Theres nothing that the Forresters can do to change any of it.
Thanks Connor. Ill see you in a bit. Brooke hung up the telephone, pleased that things seemed to be falling into place. Now all that was left was for her to face Rick and Deacon. She wasnt looking forward to either one of them.
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Deacon stood outside the swank home of Eric and Stephanie Forrester. He was looking forward to messing with the occupants inside the mansion almost as much as he was looking forward to seeing Brooke Forrester again. About to ring the doorbell again, he was surprised to see the family matriarch herself answered the door. And here he was looking forward to seeing a real life butler.
Mr. Sharpe, come in. Stephanie demanded her tone brusque.
What, no hug? You got my money? Deacon pasted the most arrogant look on his face he could manage. He intended to have fun with these people before telling them to go to hell.
Dont be crude, Deacon. Stephanie said, using his first name.
Oh, but I am crudeor at least, thats what you think, isnt? Thats what you all think. Deacon looked around the room at the people gathered. He didnt recognize the tall thin man or the beautiful, but cold looking woman at his side, but he assumed that they were Forresters. He was disappointed to find that Brooke was not a part of the gathered group.
Deacon noticed how Rick threw his arms over Ambers shoulder. He grinned. It would take more than a million dollars for him to mess with the likes of Amber Moore. Still, he could see that she was from the same place he was. It didnt matter to him that Ricky boy was obviously being played for a fool. He recognized the looks Amber threw his way. He wondered if Ricky boy knew that his girl would give it up to him if he showed the least bit of interest.
What does it matter what we think, Deacon? Eric asked, finally speaking up. He was anxious because Brooke should have been here.
Youre right, Daddy Warbucks, uh, I mean Eric. It doesnt matter. Im here to collect my money and Ill be on my way.
You really are disgusting, arent you? Taylor, who had been filled in by Stephanie, could not help herself. She had never seen such a loathsome creation and all that she had heard still hadnt done the man justice.
Do you know me? Deacon asked sarcastically. What if I were to call you a cold hearted bitch Before he could say anything more, Ridge moved quickly. Grabbing Deacon by the collar, he brought his face close to his.
Never speak to my wife like that again, you understand?
Deacon knew that if he really wanted to, he could have had Ridge on his back before the man could find the time to react, but he didnt want this to generate into a brawlyet.
Before either of them could speak, the doorbell rang. All eyes turned towards the door as Stephanie opened it and Brooke Forrester stood on the threshold.
Brooke felt the tension in the air as soon as she entered in the room. Looking around, she saw Ridge and Deacon were locked in some sort of heated battle, everyone seemed to be frozen.
Well, it looks like I got here just in time. Hello everyone. Brooke said with a small giggle.
Brooke stepped fully into the room and walked past Stephanie, Taylor and Amber. Hello darling. She said to Rick, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Hi mom
Brooke turned to face the room. Stephanie, its good to see you. Youre looking well.
Stephanie smiled. A smile that didnt reach her eyes, but a smile of sorts. Well, leave it up to you to make an entrance Brooke. How is Bridget?
Bridget is fine. She wanted to speak with Thorne.
Now that Brooke is here, let us get on with the business at hand. Jonathan spoke up. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He waited until everyone was seated before continuing. Deacon Sharpe has agreed, in exchange for one million dollars, he would give all parental rights to the child known as Eric Forrester III.
I have the paper work all drawn up, and if you could sign your name Deacon, we can get this unpleasant task over with. Jonathan drew some papers out of his briefcase and placed them, along with a pen, on the coffee table. The room had become extremely quiet, as if all the occupants were waiting for someone to speak before they did.
Deacon watched Brooke, and in fact, he had kept his eyes on her ever since she walked into the room. His breath caught when he first saw her, realizing that she was even more beautiful than when he saw her last. He did take his eyes off her long enough to notice that his wasnt the only pair of eyes that were mesmerized by her. Ridge Forrester, who had said nothing since Brooke walked in, eyes had followed her around the room also. Deacon found this to be a very interesting development, one that he stored in the back of his mind for future use.
Im sorry, Jonathan. Brooke said, finally speaking up. Eric should have told you of my objections to this. I cant allow my son to be party to something like this.
Mom!
Brooke, stay out of this! Stephanie shouted at her at the same time that Rick made his protest. Amber said nothing. She felt sure that between Rick and Stephanie, Brooke would be unable to cause any real harm. After all, if Rick wanted to take responsibility for little Eric, it wasnt any of Brookes business.
Im sorry, Stephanie, but I cant stay out of this. Turning to face Rick who was standing behind a smug Amber, Brooke took a deep breath and continued her objections. Rick, this is illegal. I cant let you be a party to something like this.
Brooke, you dont care about the legality of this. You just want to come here and break up Amber and Rick. Stephanie said.
Think what you like Stephanie, but Im here to protect my son. Brooke again turned to face Rick, hoping to make him see the truth. Rick, I understand that you love little Eric. I understand that because she lied to you, Brooke looked directly at Amber, You formed an attachment to him, but hes not your child and you cant buy him. In fact, hes not Deacons child either.
There was a collective gasp from those in the room. Just then, the doorbell pealed, sounding shrill in the quiet of the room.
Hhohow do you know he isnt Deacons child? Rick stammered out.
Your mother had a paternity test done, Rick. Eric said, having spoken for the first time.
When? How did you do this to my child and I didnt know about it? Amber demanded.
One of the many times that hes been in Helens care. I instructed her to take him to the doctor and have it done. Eric answered sarcastically.
Amber was taken aback. She thought that Eric was on her side.
Connor Davis walked into the room after having been let in by Maria. Along with Connor were Joe and Tillie Moore, the grandparents of little Eric.
Connor, what are you doing here? Ridge questioned. Connor ignored him.
Amber saw Joe and Tillie and she became concerned. They didnt look her in the eye, they only lingered on the outskirts of the room.
What is the meaning of this? Stephanie demanded, standing.
Good evening everyone. Connor said pleasantly. Im sure you all remember Beckys parents, Joe and Tillie Moore.
Stephanie stood up to greet them, ignoring Connor. Mr. and Mrs. Moore, please come in and have a seat. Stephanie instructed, leaving Connor to find his own way.
Connor walked over to stand near Brooke. He clasped her shoulders, giving her a squeeze of encouragement. Deacon saw the action, and he was surprised at the jealousy that he felt.
The Moores have been granted temporary custody of the child known as Eric Forrester. Connor sat his briefcase on the coffee table and took out the paperwork granting the Moores temporary custody of their grandchild. As Eric Forresters grandparents, the Moores intend to seek permanent custody of the child.
No! Amber shouted out loud. Rick took the crying Amber in his arms, his own eyes filled with tears. He looked over at this mother, hating her for what she did to him and Amber. Uncle Joe, Aunt Tillie, why are you taking my son away.
Tillie Moore looked at Amber with great disdain. She would forever blame the girl for cheating her and Joe out of caring for their daughter until it was too late. She and Joe had left LA devastated. Their child was dead, they couldnt bare thinking about anything else. As the months went by, they thought more and more of their grandchild.
They would never have decided to seek full custody of him had CJ not called them and let them know what was going on. They had convinced themselves that their grandchild would be better off raised around the rich Forrester. They would never be able to give him what he could get being considered one of them.
Then CJ informed them of how Amber had dumped him for Rick. How they had agreed to pay the real father a million dollars to sign over all rights to the child.
Joe and I want to raise Eric ourselves. We feel sure that Becky would have wanted us to have her son.
Thats not true, Aunt Tillie. Becky wanted me to raise myhim. Amber cried, hysterical now.
CJ told us what you were doing. Do you think that Becky would have wanted you to put her child in this position? No, its best that he comes home with us. Joe stood behind his wife, his right hand on her shoulders.
Please dont take my baby, please dont take my baby! Amber shrieked over and over. Rick enclosed her in his arms, rocking her back and forth.
It broke Brookes heart to see her son dealing with such issues at his age. Im sorry, Rick Brooke started.
No youre not! Rick yelled back at his mother, the tears streaming down his face.
Amber broke free of Rick and ran towards the door. You cant have my baby, She cried, opening the door to see Helen standing there with Eric bundled up.
What are you doing? Amber demanded of Helen.
Helen looked over Ambers shoulders. When she saw Connor Davis, she tried to walk past Amber to get to him.
No, give me my baby! Now! Amber shouted when Helen didnt obey her.
Connor walked quickly towards the front door. He looked out as if expecting to see someone. When he is the LA police officer standing near a shrubbery out front, he motioned for the officer to come inside the mansion.
Officer, I have a court order granting custody of this child to his grandparents. Ms. Moore, who has no legal right to the child, refuses to give it up.
After looking over the paperwork, the officer demanded that Amber stand back. Rick rushed to Ambers side and held her back so that Helen could turn the year old child to his grandparents. Amber was inconsolable.
Stephanie was livid! She could not believe that Brooke would be so cruel. Turning to face Brooke, her wrath was such that her body shook from it. You bitch! She yelled out. Look what you have done. You purposely hurt Amber to get back at her. You dont give a damn about that child! Stephanie said, pointing to the sleeping child in Tillies arms. During her tirade, Taylor went to stand near Stephanie, fearing that the woman he had had two stokes might have another one.
And you dont give a damn about my child! You say you love Rick as if he were your child, yet I find that hard to believe. If Rick were your son and someone like Amber had come along, would you have given your blessings then? No, you would not. You dont know anything about this girl, yet you have opened your home to her, even after it has been proven that shes a lair. Shes stolen from me, took money from me to stay away from my son, only to renege. She hasnt worked a day since she came here and made it big by sinking her hooks into a naïve underage boy who lost his goddamn mind the first time he had sex with her. Never mind that she was older than he was, never mind that she was hired to drive him around and baby sit. Never mind that she is the one responsible for his losing his kidney! No, none of that matters to you, only your precious Amber. Well, you and your precious can both go to hell, but youre not taking my son with you!
Deacon watched as Brooke tried to draw air into her lungs. He felt sure that everyone had forgotten that he was there. The animosity between the two women was unbelievable. If he hadnt witnessed the exchange between the two women, he wouldnt have believed it possible for women to lose it like they did.
There was a stunned silence; even Amber stopped crying to witness the fight. Joe and Tillie decided that they had had enough. Speaking quietly to Connor, they quickly gathered their things together.
Brooke, Im driving the Moores back to their hotel. Why dont you come with me?
No Connor. I want to speak with Rick. Connor hunched his shoulders, and led the Moores and little Eric out the front door.
I have nothing to say to you, mom. I cant believe that youd do this to usto me.
I did this because Im fighting for your life, son. Youre a young man that has never dated anyone, yet you have been married and divorce. I know you love the baby, but hes not your child and the Moores want to raise their grandchild. Brooke pleaded for understanding from Rick.
Your mothers right, Rick. This surprisingly came from Eric.
Eric, stay out of it. Stephanie said.
No, Stephanie, you stay out of it. This is between me, Brooke, and Rick.
Dad, I thought you understood why
Son, Im sorry. I should never have agreed to buy the baby for you and Amber. You should be going to school, football games, and dating like your mom says. You shouldnt be tied down to Amber for the rest of your life.
No matter what you and mom say, Amber and I will be married again.
If you marry Amber, you will be cut you off. No money and you cant live here. Youll have work your way through school and make a living supporting your family. Your mother and I will not support you if you marry Amber again.
Eric shot Stephanie a look when it appeared as if she was about to speak. Deacon hid a smile as he watched the look that passed across Ambers face. He felt sure that he was the only that saw the look of panic in her eyes at the prospect of marrying the boy without benefit of support from his rich mother and father.
I dont care. Amber and I will get married. Rick repeated.
Well, you leave us no choice. Amber, Rick, I want you to out of this house by the end of next week. Son, youll have to pay for the rest of the semester at school. Eric said somberly.
Amber looked to Stephanie for help, but Stephanie could only shake her head.
Deacon cleared his throat, calling everyone to look at him. They had truly forgotten that he was still in the room.
It looks like I wont be getting a million dollars, so Ill be on my way. I must say that you people are very entertaining though. I thank you. He gave a mock bow and threw his head back and laughed out loud. Everyone seemed rooted to the spot, and could only watch as Deacon walked out the door.
I want you to get out of my house, Brooke. Stephanie said quietly.
Brooke grabbed her purse from the table. Gladly, she said sarcastically. Rick, if you want to come home, youre more than welcomed. Eric, Ridge, Ill see you two tomorrow.
Brooke walked out the door, appreciating the cool night air that greeted her. Closing her eyes, she stood still for a moment, dragging deep gulps of air into her lungs. Wiping the tears from her cheek, she started for her midnight blue Lincoln Navigator when she heard someone call out her name.
Looking over her shoulders, she wasnt surprised to see Deacon Sharpe standing in the shadows. While she couldnt make out his facial features, she could once again feel that intense sexual heat radiating off him.
II thought you left. She stammered out.
I just stopped to have a smoke.
Stephanie will kill you if you leave any cigarette butts behind. Brooke couldnt imagine why she said that.
Like I give a damn what that Stephanie thinks. Like you give a damn. He said throatily.
Brooke felt the same pull she felt from the other night. Panicking, she tried to walk away.
II have to get home to my husband. She said desperately.
Come with me. Deacon demanded softly.
Im not going anywhere with you
Deacon walked closer to Brooke until he was standing less than an inch from her. She could smell his spicy cologne, and the added aroma of his maleness. She tried backing up, needing to get away. Deacon reached out his hand and grabbed her arm. Like a black fog rolling in, Brooke could feel herself becoming lost in the sexual mist as she had the other night.
I have to go
Shhhhhhh Deacon commanded. Leaning his head closer, he stopped when his month was a hairs breath away. I want you so bad baby. Brookes lips were open and ready when his lips touched hers.
As the kiss continued, Brooke could feel his arousal pressing into her stomach, causing an answering ache between her thighs. Deacon grabbed a hand full of Brookes hair, keeping her still while he feasted on her mouth. Brooke could only groan and respond in kind.
Breaking the kiss, they both breathed heavily. Come with me. You can follow me in your car. Deacon said.
II cant. I have to get home to my husband.
Baby, you know you want to. No one will know. All the while, Deacon was nibbling at Brookes neck, his tongue swirling around leaving parts of it wet and heated.
Where? Brooke croaked out, unable to deny the need the coursed that through her body.
Malibu. I have a place on the beach not far from here. Deacon said, even as he continued to kiss her.
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Baby, dont deny that you want me.
Ill follow you. Brooke stated quietly. She couldnt believe that she was about to cheat on he husband, but it was if she couldnt help herself.
Deacon led her to her truck, stopping to lean her against it and kiss her deeply one last time. He pointed to where he was parked.
Thats my car, He said, pointing to the new black gray Mercedes coup. Just stay close. Dont leave me, baby.
Brooke got in her car and started it. She was tempted to turn sharply away from where he was parked, but found that she couldnt. She felt the throbbing deep in her body and she knew that she had to see whatever this was through to the end.
Deacon kept his eye on her in the rearview mirror. He was surprised to see that his hands shook when he started the car. He had never wanted a woman so much in his life, and he was going to savor this night.
Finally, pulling up close to his new beach house, he was exited the car, He watched as she pulled in behind him and got out. Pulling her close to him, Deacon devoured her lips, forcing hers to open. Moaning deep in his throat, he led her into the house, never once removing his lips from hers.
Preview, Chapter 4
Phoebes cries woke Taylor out of a less than sound sleep. Somehow, she wasnt surprised to see that the other half of the bed was empty. Before getting out of bed, she looked at the bedside clock. The glowing ghoulish green of the clock face seemed to mock her. Suppressing the stabbing jab of pain that shot through her, she had only enough time to wonder where her husband was at one oclock in the morning. Throwing the covers back, Taylor got out of bed and went to her child.
Ridge lay on his back, his left arm flung over his face, covering his eyes. Waking suddenly, he jerked his arm down and looked at his watch.
Damn it! Ridge cursed harshly, waking the sleeping Christy who lay next to him. Ridge sat up on the edge of the bed, angry with himself for allowing time to get away from him.
Shit! We fell asleep and its after one. Taylors going to kill me! Ridge said, at the same time, he bounded out of bed.
Reaching for his underwear and pants, he quickly dressed. Deciding that hed take a shower as soon as he got in, he figured Taylor would be asleep.
Im sorry baby, but I gotta go. Leaning over the sleepy nude Christy, Ridge kissed her deeply. Grabbing his shoes, socks, and shirt, he quickly left the bedroom, dressing as he left the apartment.
She found Stephanie sound asleep, while Phoebe lay crying softy. When she picked Phoebe up out of her bed, she could feel the heat radiating off the small body.
Sweetie, youre so warm. Mommys going to make you feel all better, ok sweetie? Taylor cooed to Phoebe.
Taylor bathed Phoebe in cool water, the whole time talking softly to her. She did not realize that she was crying until a lone tear fell into the water.
After bathing Phoebe, Taylor took her temperature again, and she was relieved to see that it was normal. She knew from her own turn at medical school that premature babies were susceptible to colds and infections more readily than full term babies were. After she dressed Phoebe in a clean nightgown she lay her back in her small bed and got in beside her. As her child slept quietly beside her, Taylor silently cried.
She must have fallen asleep because she couldnt recall what happened after that. Waking up in her daughters bed brought back in full force her feelings of resentment towards Ridge. After touching Phoebes forehead, Taylor was satisfied that the fever had not returned. She made a mental note to herself to check it again before leaving for work this morning. Bending over the sleeping child, Taylor kissed her softly on the cheek. Going over to where Stephanie lay sleeping, Taylor treated her to a similar kiss.
Next, she walked down the hall to Thomas room. The six-year-old slept soundly; blissfully unaware of the turmoil his mothers life had suddenly become. Looking down at her son, she was struck at how very much he looked like his father.
Reaching down, Taylor combed her fingers through Thomas hair. The tears that had only threatened flowed freely down her face now. She left her sons room, and walked towards her own. Hesitating outside the bedroom she shared with Ridge, she wasnt certain what she would find or her reaction to it.
Taylor felt weak with relief when she saw her husband lying in the bed. Almost as soon as the feeling of relief coursed through her body, she was overcome with an anger that she had never before experienced.
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