Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires)
By Pamela Ann
Prologue
By Pamela Ann
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Prologue
Callum
“Son, here’s
your present. Enjoy your transition from a boy to a man.” My father patted my
back and then pushed the doors open, leaving me in ultimate heaven. “Thirteen
women to celebrate your thirteen years of life.”
That was how
my father, Charles Kensington, brought me up. My father was a fine connoisseur
of women, in all shapes and sizes. He once told me that marriage meant nothing
because all it ever did was merge money for both families; it was a tool to
build dynasties, nothing more. Marriage was a façade that people crawled behind
in order to unite two powerful families and form a stronger bond which would
produce heirs.
Legacy was
everything; without it, nothing mattered.
We were, after
all, The Kensingtons. At a young age, I was groomed and schooled to marry a
well-bred woman; someone from my stature who would mingle amongst my social
strata easily.
All of these
ingrained idiosyncrasies and pompous ceremonials left me when I met a man named
Richard von Berg. We went to Cambridge and were on the rowing team together.
Richard was in the same class as I was, but he was a free man; a man who was
allowed to grow without his parents’ having shackled him to their own beliefs.
He didn’t live the way I did. Richard was a unique man; a man I admired and
loved like a brother. He taught me to follow whatever and wherever my gut
directed me.
With his
guidance and support, I was able to find the woman that I could finally say I
loved. It was a dire day when that love was not returned. On that day, I found
out that my father married the woman I had wanted to spend the rest of my life
with. When I confronted him, it left me in shambles.
“I did it for
your own good! Love! That word is for
cunts. You’re being fanciful. You’re a bloody Kensington and love is not part of our lives. Get that
through your skull, you dim-witted fool.” My father’s green eyes struck me with
their anger as his words sent me to hell.
I walked out
of his home, vowing never to speak to him again.
Vowing to
destroy him and his young bride.
No one was
going to make me a fool and go unscathed.
As expected, the
confrontation left me gutted, but the world had another lesson to teach me.
When I got a call from Richard, asking—no
begging—me to see him at St. Lucia at once, I couldn’t ignore it.
That call
changed my life.
Chapter
1
Callum
Approximately
three years ago
The flight
took a little over eight hours. The whole time, I was anxious about what
Richard had meant with his “I need your help, brother” statement. Richard von
Berg didn’t ask for help. He was very much capable of doing anything and
everything; he would rather keel over than ask for help. I knew this man well. For
him to ask for help in that desperate tone was more than disconcerting.
Whatever it
was, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. I had been there once, a couple of
years back, before his parents died. I had spent my Christmas holiday there and
it had been the best—the only—Christmas I had ever had. At first, I thought it
odd how happy and tight-knit Richard’s family was, but as the days progressed,
I saw what a truly loving parent meant; his parents were the storybook kind.
Being envious
wasn’t really a normal feeling for me, however right then and there, I’d have wished
all of my inheritance away merely to have what Richard had. It was tragic when
I found out they had died in a plane crash. The bodies were never found. Even
then, though the mourning and pain was evident in Richard’s eyes, he took
charge and carried on as he slid into his father’s shoes. I knew how much his
parents meant to him, yet he didn’t even crumble then.
Never had this
man asked for help. Never.
When I arrived
at his home and was let in, I made my way back to his study where I softly
knocked on the door before pushing it open and letting myself inside. “Richard?”
The study was
dark, so it took a good minute for my eyes to adjust. As my eyes finally became
used to the dimness, I could see that there was a small desk lamp alit next to
a leather wing chair with Richard sound asleep in it.
The sight of
him sleeping in his study was shocking, however what took me by surprise the
most was his appearance. He looked simply gaunt, almost yellowish, and the man
had truly lost a significant amount of weight. My stomach plummeted further
when he softly coughed, giving me a glimpse of his dire condition. This wasn’t
a sickness that would go away after a few weeks of Paracetamol. This was more
serious.
“Richard?”
Richard—my
best friend, my mentor—slowly pried his eyes open and then his weary, gray gaze
met mine. “You came,” he whispered while slowly trying to shift himself on the
seat. “Thank you.”
“Of course, I
came. Why even doubt it?” I murmured as I strode towards him, steadying myself
before I sat on the couch next to his chair. “You’re unwell. Why haven’t you
said anything?”
“I didn’t know
I was until six months ago.” Richard looked thoughtful, appearing almost sad.
“I’m dying. Unbeknownst to me, I was infected with Hepatitis B. The infection
turned into liver cancer. Since I was young and healthy, I never thought any of
my pains and symptoms were anything serious. Had I known, I would’ve hired the
best to cure me.” Richard held my gaze, pausing for a few seconds before
coughing mildly. “I have weeks, a few months max, to live.”
It seemed so
surreal. Richard couldn’t be dying; how could he when he was one of the
strongest men I knew? To me, he was family. My brother. I respected this man so
much. Now, he was terminally ill.
“We’ll get
someone to cure you. I’m sure there are doctors who are undergoing some trials
that could help—”
Richard held
up his hand to stop me from talking. “I just got back from a trial they were
doing in South Africa. Why do you think I’ve been gone a while? I was looking
for a cure.” He sighed, full of melancholy. “My time is running out. I’ve
accepted it. There’s no cure out there for me—, but this is not why I called you,
Callum. I have a favor to ask of you. It’s a very important one and I would be
forever grateful if you could help me. I don’t want to die with worry. I hope
you can help me.”
The feeling of
helplessness was so profound that I’d do whatever he asked of me in a
heartbeat. I needed something to do—anything—to help him.
“Anything, you
don’t even have to ask.”
Richard gave
me a small, weak smile that broke through my composure.
My best friend
was dying. Yet here he was, trying to give me a smile because I was going to
grant his dying wish. Life was perverse and I hated it.
“I know you
will, but I want you to hear me out and think it over.” Richard reached out and
tapped my hand. “I won’t hold it against you if you decide not to agree with
it. I would completely understand, so don’t even go there.” He drew a labored breath,
as though he was desperately trying to sort his thoughts out before handing it
over into my hands. “I need you to marry Stella. I know you’re in love with
Zara, but I can’t leave this earth knowing my baby sister is unprotected from
vultures that will take advantage of her. You’re the only man I know that fits
the bill. On top of that, I trust you completely. In your hands, my sister is
safe. I can die happy knowing that, Cal.”
Stella, the
young, shy, brunette who couldn’t even look me straight in the eye the last
time I met her? Well, it was the only time I had met her, I suppose. Marriage.
It was meant for the woman I loved, but now that my father had swept in and taken
that away from me, there was no one left that I could imagine spending my life
with. Besides, I would shoot myself before I would decline Richard’s request.
It was unfathomable
to even consider turning back on him.
“Then, I’ll
marry Stella. There’s nothing holding me back from helping you get what you
wish, Richard.” I paused, nodding towards his somber form. I truly was
devastated. Although I was doing a splendid job of not shedding a tear or going
into a raging outburst, inside I was barely holding up. Maybe I was still
reeling from the lethal heartbreak Zara had dealt me, or maybe life had fucked
me quite well so many times before that I felt the need to be composed. Whatever
the reason, I held it together and managed to convey my thoughts to my friend.
He needed to know that he could trust me with Stella. “I’ll marry her until
she’s of age to marry a decent man. I can promise you that I will make sure she
is well provided for; her assets secured and safe from men who are after her
money.”
Richard had
already outlined everything, right down to having his lawyer draft up the
agreements before I had gotten there. I was going to marry and be her
conservator at the same time. She couldn’t divorce me until she was at the age
of twenty-six. I was also provided with all the to-do lists once Stella had chosen
someone to marry. He had everything prepared. Now all he needed to do was tell
his sister about this arrangement. Richard promised to tell her during teatime
and I would meet her for dinner tonight to discuss what was to happen; amongst
other things.
* C
*
Dinnertime was
set for seven tonight, though by five-thirty, I was restless and needed to
clear my head from recent events; so I decided to leave the villa and slowly stroll
towards the shore. The more my life went on, more disaster unfolded before my
very eyes. It was beginning to look like a Greek Tragedy.
My father.
Zara. Their wedding. Richard dying. This impending arrangement with Stella…
Without a
doubt, my father’s betrayal was deplorable, yet somehow, deep down, I had sort
of expected this due to knowing how controlling he was by nature as well as how
emotionless he could be. Richard’s illness and the knowledge of him biding time
until death finally made its last call, on the other hand, was killing me. However,
Zara’s treachery went far and beyond everything else that had been put before
me. Her unfaithfulness eviscerated me completely.
It was a lot
to take, but it was what life had handed me.
I was losing
people that were important in my life. They weren’t merely fixtures like my
father, Zara and Richard were people that I considered my best friends, my
family; those who were going to be there beside me through thick and thin.
Losing Zara to
my own father had been quite enough; why must I also lose my best friend to
cancer? I wanted to scream that he was too young to die, however it didn’t
matter if you were young, fit and healthy. Cancer wasn’t picky. Once it staked a
claim on you, you’d be fighting for dear life and, most likely, not just once; it
would be a battle for the rest of your existence. Some got lucky and survived.
I barely made
it back in time for dinner. Since I was too absorbed with my own misery, I
hadn’t bothered to change for the occasion. My rugged attire would have to suffice.
Rounding to
enter the dining area, I was momentarily struck the second I entered the room
where I was met by still, clear, grey eyes with gold flecks; a long, wavy
brunette mane; delicate facial features and the longest lashes I had ever seen.
Stella von
Berg definitely had grown into a lovely woman. Well, lovely was putting it
mildly.
Automatically,
I strolled to her side, expecting an even greater attraction from her in close
proximity. I was not disappointed, she was even more lovely this close.
“Good
evening,” I murmured, slowly inhaling her perfumed scent as I kissed both of
her cheeks. The scent was sultry yet not too intoxicating, simply enough subtle,
sexiness to evoke the male senses.
“Callum, it’s
lovely to see you again.”
Her voice was husky… definitely
not the sixteen-year-old I remembered. This Stella was beyond mildly
captivating. She paused while I cussed at myself inwardly. What was wrong with
me? Richard was dying and here I was thinking
about his sister’s scent and how husky her voice was? For fuck’s sake, I
needed to get my head checked.
When dinner
was served, I contemplated if I should bring up the subject now, or after
whilst having a nightcap. I decided that it would benefit us both if we were in
the salon. It was a serious matter to discuss and not some inessential subject
that could be easily thrown about during lamb chops and veal.
“What are your
plans for the future, Stella? Career wise.”
Stella
carefully chewed her food before washing it down with a sip of her Sauvignon
Blanc then delicately dabbed the sides of her mouth with the silk napkin. “My
best friend, Lucia, and I are thinking of setting up our own PR firm. She and I
are enrolled for a two-year course in London before we venture out in that
area. It’s a competitive field, obviously; so even with the right amount of
knowledge and wisdom, we both understand experience is vital in understanding
the ins and outs of running a real firm.”
Impressive,
she truly was. Most women with the likes of her pedigree were usually twits
that cared about social stature and the bank account. Women who were born in
wealth were usually groomed to marry a wealthier man and it was a given that
one should know how to run a household. For example, which silver and china
should be used to a certain party or how to mask things with fake smiles. This
woman, who was sharing a meal with me, was the genuine kind. What did I truly
expect? She was Richard’s sister, brought up levelheaded by both loving parents;
one of the many things I had always envied about Richard.
“If you need
help with looking for a PR company that could help you and your friend, do let
me know. I’d be happy to help.”
Her smile was
genuine as it lit up her sad face. For a few seconds, I let myself appreciate
her beauty before I commanded myself to put it aside.
“One of my
best friends, Mark, actually has a brother who owns a company and he gladly
took us on board until we are ready to go out on our own, but thank you for the
offer.”
Male best
friends, such things were non-existent no matter how progressive a male
proclaimed himself. It was either this Mark fella wanted Stella for himself or
he fancied the other friend. Looking at her face now, I was hoping it was the
latter.
Whoa! Hold it
there, fool.
My sudden
trail of thoughts was surprising to me. Was it because Richard told me to marry
his sister? Yes, it had to be my protective side, nothing more. Of course.
We never spoke
about Richard’s illness nor did we speak about the impending nuptials, instead Stella
found lighter subjects to discuss. She was rather chatty. I doubt I had ever been
that engrossed in conversation with an eighteen-year-old before. Eighteen! Christ, Callum!
Once we
entered the salon, we waited until the staff served us coffee before I finally
took the lead and talked about what was to come. “Have you spoken with your
brother?”
Stella
graciously stirred her sugar in her cappuccino then calmly placed the teaspoon
down and took a careful sip. “Yes.”
She spoke like
she had already decided. “And?” I pressed, needing to know her thoughts and
opinions immediately.
“I trust his
decision. If he thinks this is the wisest thing to do, then I will do it
without question. The only thing I’m worried about is you. This will put a halt to your life, Callum. I mean, what
happens if you want to marry in a few years?”
“I won’t,” I
assured her.
Stella looked
thoughtful a moment, measuring. “How can you be so sure?”
Because my father beat me to it, my brain blurted out; making me feel all the concealed
hatred once again, afresh and volatile in my mind. Hell on earth had replaced my
once fun, carefree, optimistic life.
“Let me tell
you something about me, Stella. I don’t lie when it comes to important matters
and I’m telling you now, I won’t be marrying anyone in the next few years or
decade because I don’t want to. Marriage is a blasted farce, one I certainly don’t
fancy. There was a time that I did, but all the inkling to marry has been
undeniably lost on me, forever.”
Those sharp, grey
eyes looked at me shrewdly and I didn’t back down from the heat of them.
Finally, when she thought it was time to concede, she obliged. “This is very
generous and truly kind of you to help us. I promise that I will stay out of
your way. You won’t even remember I exist.”
I truly
doubted that, really, because a man would be blind not to see her gentle
beauty. One day, she would find her fire, and when she did, she would be fatal
to any man.
Just like
that, we made a silent pact; one where we would carry through Richard’s wishes.
Five days
after I had arrived in St. Lucia, Stella and I took our vows in a tiny chapel on
the estate grounds. I wasn’t even fazed when I was declared married, though
Stella repeatedly apologized for being such a nuisance to my life.
She truly
didn’t need to because I welcomed her nuisance. She might not have known it
then, however I was more than happy to help. Even though I had only met Stella
once before this whole thing happened, I had spent a great deal of time with
her parents when they visited Richard in Cambridge. After my Christmas visit,
her parents treated me like one of theirs and, for that, I would forever be
truly grateful. It might sound odd, but I considered Ella and Richie von Berg
like parents. Those two truly were the best couple I had ever met and, when
they’d died, I mourned for months alongside Richard.
Yes, Stella
might not be aware, but in my heart, her family had become my family long ago. This
marriage had merely made that feeling more of a reality.
* C *
Life had made
me see how helpless a mere mortal was against forces that were far greater than
any of us; their strength and capacity were boundless, immeasurable. When those
forces finally chose someone’s fate, one would always remember the battle
because it was a battle where one’s survival was uncertain. It could leave rancid,
ugliness in its wake as it slowly suctioned you down, cruelly breaking piece
after piece of your armor until you were fully bare. From there it would lead
you to unchartered territory, drawing you to the place where it had all begun.
The circle of life would then be complete.
Everything we
had was temporary. The joys of love and the gutting pain were a treasured
experience that would be all too brief.
Your
heartbeat, your thoughts, your love, your strength, your faith and your fight
were all quintessential crumbs that merely led you to a path which paved the
way to the battleground.
There would be
countless times where life would test our limits, strength, power and
perseverance. Most of us learned from these small skirmishes, but those were
all simply calculated steps to prepare us for the grandest battle of all; that
one fight where everything was all on the line. It wouldn’t ask kindly for
permission to oppose you in an all or nothing duel; no, it would demand it of you. A duel where we had
everything to lose and it had the power to gain an incredible advantage.
It would be an
unforgettable battle. The fight of your
life. A head-on assault which would riddle you with scars, marring you deeply.
Although many had survived it, they would never be the same again.
Sadly, my
friend didn’t survive the attack when it came for him.
Richard passed
away on a Thursday morning—two weeks after the wedding—at the young age of
twenty-five.
A few of his
staff commented that Richard probably needed to see his sister secured before
finally giving in to the relentless demand of the cancer; a condition that his
frail body could barely register before it had eventually taken over, running
him into the ground and ultimately claiming his life.
Not only was
it heartbreaking to bury my best friend, but it was also wretched to see his
sister softly sob as she tried to hold her tears at bay during the burial.
Stella von Berg, the last of the direct heirs to the von Berg inheritance. A young,
impressionable, eighteen-year-old heiress that held an insurmountable amount of
money. Richard’s passing was kept private—for
now—however once the news spread that he had died, the vultures would
flock in droves.
Glancing at
Stella’s pained state, it was obvious that she could easily be drawn in with
sweet words, a fake sense of security and the comfort that any stable,
functioning man could easily provide. She would be, undoubtedly, one of the top
targets to con and extort money from.
Yes, now I
truly saw how vulnerable she’d be without me in the background.
Richard had
been right in making the decision to wait until she was at the age of
twenty-six to release half of her estate and allow her to be a free woman to
marry of her choosing. Until then, she’d have me.
I wouldn’t
limit her when it came to her dating life because I truly believed a woman
should learn how cruel and selfish men could be. So that when she finally married
one day, she’d know she found the best man standing beside her. A man who would
protect her from harm, at all costs. A man who would love her the way her
mother was loved by her father. Most of all, a man who would appreciate her
wholeheartedly, no holds barred, because he only had eyes for her and no one
else.
Quietly, I
moved towards her sullen body, wrapping an arm around her to let her know that
I was here for her even though she might consider me a stranger. Her crystal
grey eyes were awash with fresh tears when I crooked her neck to face me and
then softly kissed her warm forehead.
“Don’t ever
think you’re alone,” I murmured tenderly. “I’m family, too.”
Little did she
know that she was the only family left for me.
Chapter 2
Stella
Present
“What’s with
the sour puss expression?” Mark eyed me with mock concern.
How many times
did I have to go through this humiliating experience in one lifetime? “Not
today, I beg of you. I haven’t slept yet.” I slid on the opposite chair, gracelessly
as ever, before I took a careful sip of my coffee. Lucia and I shared an
apartment where Mark, most of the time, crashed because he loved to mess with
our lives.
“What gives?”
Mark pressed on, knowing my embarrassment had doubled by my reddening cheeks.
“Derek dumped
me. He said waiting on me was taking forever. A year with fringe, semi-benefits
isn’t all that bad, is it?”
“No, but we’re
men and we love to own everything we touch in its entirety.” Mark winked at me
before he bit into his buttered toast, washing it down with his cappuccino
before adding to my misery. “Why don’t you take care of the problem with a
dildo? Or better yet, you’re already married; why not make the very man himself
do the bloody deed?”
Good question,
but the thought of asking the infamous playboy, who I barely knew, was
stupefying. “It’s not real, Mark! Besides, I don’t think Callum goes for the
virginal type. I mean, I’m experienced, but not as a whole, you know?” In Callum’s eyes, I was
probably laughable. He didn’t do women like me—ever. The whole of England knew
that.
Mark smirked,
brown eyes dancing with amusement. “Callum likes his ladies a tad blatant. Say,
on the experimental side? I do admire the man. One of these days, you should
introduce us. I want the inside digs as to where he gets those captivating
felines he usually toys about with.”
Rolling my
eyes, I stole the tiny bit of toast he had left before slipping it inside my
mouth. “Shut up. You have the hots for Lucia, you just have to admit to it,” I
muttered, shaking my head at the stubborn fool I’d known since I moved to
England three years ago.
I had been
born in England, however my family moved to St. Lucia when I was two when my
father purchased a sprawling estate for his surprise present to my mother on
their wedding anniversary. It was my favorite place on earth. I had been saddened
when I had to leave my home, but once a year I went back to remember what life
used to be like. What life had resembled before my family was taken away from
me. As much as I loved living in London, St. Lucia would always be my home.
Being British,
I had always had an accent that spoke of that heritage, however my accent had a
slightly different tone to it. Some couldn’t really pinpoint what the
difference was and I always ended up saying it was Australian. I did sound similar
to one and I loved that so much, but now I was starting to sound like a proper
Brit. Each time I caught myself, I was reminded of my family.
I was alone. If
not for my friends, I really would have no one.
My reverie was
broken, when I heard Lucia muttering about some project that was due today
before she entered the kitchen. “Mark, get me coffee.”
Mark glared at
her, yet did it anyways. Lucia was Her
Highness when Mark was around. Their dynamics were odd, but it worked
perfectly well for them.
“I think you
two should have sex and get it over and done with,” I murmured, smiling.
“Oh, shut it!
Mark is gay. Did you not know?” Lucia raised her brow.
“Coffee.” Mark
slid the mug toward Lucia. “How many times do I have to emphasize the fact that
I am not gay? In fact, I had the most gorgeous Italian in my arms last night
and mind you, she loved every second of it.” The man had a thing for Italian
women, hence his major crush on Lucia.
“I would love
to meet her.” I grinned towards a still Lucia. “What do you think, Lu?”
Her gorgeous,
tan face and green eyes masked the fakest of happy smiles. “Sure. Bring her
over. I would love to meet one of Mark’s shag buddies.”
I hid back a
smile because she was stung and failing at hiding the fact.
Mark
eventually left when I announced that I was going to get ready for work. I went
in early and left a little early. Lucia, however, went to work late and didn’t leave
the office until dark.
We worked
great and we balanced each other quite well. If a friend could be a soul mate,
Lucia would be it for me. Actually, I suppose I would call her my soul-sister
at this point.
The Italian
knockout kept me sane.
After an hour,
I was striding towards our office building that was located in St. James
Square.
Alec, Mark’s
older brother, called in to see if I wanted to join him for lunch, so I agreed
to meet him at our usual favorite. It was a cozy, French gem of a patisserie
that served breakfast all day long. Not to mention, the treasures the place
produced were my idea of Heaven on earth.
After working
as his intern for over three years, Alec and I had gotten close. At first, he
was a total ass because, let’s face it, he was doing his baby brother a favor
by hiring us, however that didn’t mean he wanted or needed Lucia’s or my help.
Alec’s
brashness ebbed away as we worked closely together almost on a daily basis and
proved myself on every task I was given. Where my friendship with Mark was all
jokes with easy laughs, parties and the mandatory BFF heart-to-heart once every
six months, my friendship with Alec, on the other hand, was on a much more mature
level. I appreciated his honest opinions if I needed consulting with any of the
projects I worked on.
Where Mark had
the boyish good looks, Alec was charming, polished and looked like he had stepped
out of a designer suit advertisement. Okay, so I wasn’t immune to his looks. It
was a harmless crush, one I kept to myself.
We were in the
middle of our lunch when my phone vibrated on the table.
Callum: Are you busy this afternoon?
Callum,
texting me during lunch, let alone texting me at all, was odd.
My interest
piqued, I quickly typed away on my screen.
Me: It’s manageable. What’s up?
I was about to
place it down when it beeped again.
Callum: I have something important to discuss with
you. What time are you free?
Okay, now I
was beyond curious and slightly alarmed.
Me: I’m actually having lunch somewhere close
to your office. Will you be available to talk, say in an hour? I can drop by.
As expected,
my phone received his reply in a flash.
Callum: I’ll make time. See you then.
What was so
important that he needed to contact me? If there were any financial troubles
when it came to my money, he usually took care of it immediately. Was it about
a new business venture to invest in? Quite possibly. The last time he contacted
me was to talk about putting twenty-five percent of my inheritance in the
technology sector. Or maybe it was more serious? I sure hoped not.
Even though I
barely saw Callum, he was the only person that was a connection to my past. With
him, I got to be reminded of good memories with my brother. Even if we weren’t
close, I cared for him.
So whatever
was plaguing him to prompt a visit to his office, I prayed to God that it
wasn’t anything serious because the last time someone told me that they had
something important to discuss with me, my brother told me he was dying.
My stomach
churned as the seconds ticked away. I had better get to Callum’s office around
St. Paul’s without puking my way into his polished, swanky building.
Chapter 3
Stella
“Mr.
Kensington is expecting me. My name’s Stella von Berg,” I gave my name to the
receptionist. She then gave me directions as to where to find the private lift.
“Peter will be
there to greet you,” she added before bidding me a good day.
Murmuring my
thanks, I proceeded to follow her directions without a problem. Peter was a
bulky Irish man who had big, mean, green eyes. I suppose it was because of the
scowl he was wearing, which seemed as though it was there on a permanent basis.
Whatever the case, Peter didn’t waste time with chitchats. He simply kept to
himself while I nervously dwelled on my thoughts about what the meeting with
Callum might pertain to.
Once the lift
halted to a stop, the metallic doors quietly opened to the top floor where Peter
gave me a quick nod and then pressed the button to return to the lobby.
The floor was
bright from the light brought in by the sun. It seemed that the theme on this
floor was white and bright because it sure as hell was blinding for the few
seconds it took my eyes to adjust.
Moving
forward, I noticed there was an older woman coming out of one of the smoked
glass doors. She immediately greeted me with a smile. “Miss von Berg, I’m
Eleanor. Mr. Kensington is on a call, but he insists that you go ahead and join
him in his office whilst on it. I did try to warn him that it’s rather
disrespectful, but who am I to say, really? I’m just his assistant.”
I liked this
Eleanor. She had spunk. “Thank you, Eleanor. I don’t mind, really. Callum’s an
old, family friend, so you shouldn’t worry.”
“Yes, dear. I
did meet your brother Richard once. It’s unfortunate that the Lord took him
away from us at a very young age.”
She had? I
thought Callum took over his maternal grandfather’s business after he died,
which was about eight months after Richard’s passing. I didn’t have to wonder at
that for long, though, because Eleanor easily supplied me with answers.
“Callum
brought his friend here once to meet his grandfather. I’ve been working here
since I was eighteen and now I’m in my fifties, therefore I know quite a bit
about our little Callum here.” Eleanor proceeded to walk towards Callum’s
office as she explained herself. Once we reached it, she reached for my hand
and patted it. “I’m sure your brother is glad that you and Callum found each
other. Give him time, he’ll eventually grow up. He’ll grow out of his
playthings soon, just you wait.” Eleanor didn’t give me chance to correct her. She
simply winked and left me to my own devices.
I didn’t know what
was more surprising, the thought of her insinuating that something was going on
between Callum and I or that she treated the man like a little child. One thing
was for sure, though, it was funny to have a serious businessman like Callum paired
with his grandfather’s assistant who did not take him seriously.
However, I
didn’t have to see the two interact to know that they had a good relationship.
Somehow, it warmed me to know that he had someone like Eleanor to brighten up
his day.
Since everyone
was being all undaunted by normal civilities here, I proceeded to open his door
without bothering to knock. His office was the total opposite of the floor that
contained it; it was dark and the only light in the room surrounded the boss,
who was pretty engrossed in a heated conversation, complete with a deep scowl
on his face, too.
I wasn’t sure
what to do, or maybe I simply needed a valid excuse to ogle at his dark,
sexiness, so I paused and stared at him awhile, hoping that he’d notice I had
entered his office.
His roguish
handsomeness was one of the main things that attracted people to him. Callum
commanded attention whether he was in a suit or in his ripped jeans and leather
jacket; a naughty playboy that didn’t do the whole pompous spiel, instead he did
his own thing. Scandal rags adored his antics because he didn’t care if the
media portrayed him to be a less than angelic man.
Callum
Kensington was pure sin. When you were around him, you were bound to be a
sinner… his sinner. The rumors of his stud abilities and capabilities were
monumental and quite documented. Some of the women would make ghastly confessions
of what a night with Callum entailed for a fee. Did he care? No, he simply went
on as if nothing had happened. Did that stop him from engaging with models,
actresses, hangers-on and climbers? No. In fact, he showed it off more.
For three
years, I followed his life through those headlines. For the first year, I had cringed
a lot after reading the stories being printed about him. Now, I didn’t even bat
an eyelash because, once you read one scandal, you had read them all. Married
women? Check. Bar fights? Check, check. Having three girlfriends at a time?
Triple check.
None of those things
mattered, though, because I knew—deep down—Callum was a good man. Sure, maybe
he was going through some rough times, didn’t we all?
In some ways,
I did admire his audacious personality. He was the true sinner; unapologetic,
charismatic, sharp-minded and he had the deadliest smirk a man could ever
sport.
My heart
jumped in my throat when his eyes lifted and connected to mine. For a second
there, I thought I had been caught gawking at him because his eyes seemed to
know too much when they met mine. My lungs finally started functioning again
when he gave me a welcoming smile.
Mother hell,
this man should be arrested for making me feel guilty… of what exactly? Who the
heck knew? All of my hard work in learning how to compose myself whilst he was
around, somehow slid off and I was having a tough time garnering it back.
How long had it
been since I had seen him last? I thought back and realized that it had been a little
over a month ago, when I had been having dinner with Lucia and Mark. He was
there, along with two women, enjoying a meal. He didn’t see me, but I found
myself glancing his way for most of the evening. I had seen the playboy in
action and I wouldn’t admit this to anyone, but I somehow continued to find him
mesmerizing. Magnetic.
“Give me a
minute. I will be with you shortly,” Callum rushed out, covering the
mouthpiece. “My assistant will get you anything you like.”
“I’m fine.
Take your time. I’ll just reply to some emails while I wait.” I gave him a
reassuring smile before I situated myself on the sofa and pulled out my phone.
Callum
groaned, so I looked up and found him with an intense frown as he toyed with
his pen, shifting it from finger to finger.
How could such
a man look so arrestingly beautiful and still look completely dangerous and
provokingly sexy? My mind wandered to the day my brother had brought this
British man home and my sixteen-year-old heart had thumped like never before in
my life. I had been in awe of that man, to the point where I would literally
shake each time our eyes met. Callum was, of course, distant and annoyingly
polite, which did little to assuage my fascination no matter how much it should
have. Years later, the man was not any different towards me. He continued to
not find me engaging enough.
My thoughts
wandered around Callum and I was too deep in my daydreaming to notice that the
man himself wasn’t on the phone anymore. In fact, he was sitting across from
me, possibly wondering if I had early dementia since I was spacing out in the
middle of a working day; hell, I couldn’t help myself from zoning off whenever
he was concerned.
“Stella?”
Callum frowned at me, eyes questioning.
Oh, drat. If he only knew my thoughts, I wondered as
I hid a smile. “Excuse me? My mind was elsewhere.”
“You did look
it. Can I get you something to drink? Pastry?” Callum leaned against the
singular sofa chair with his elbow planted on the armrest, his fingers cradling
his shin and his eyes glued to mine.
Yeah, a tranquilizer would help.
Instead, I
pushed my mischievous thoughts aside and focused on what I came here for. “I’m
good for now. I’m on pins and needles, so please tell me what this is about? Is
it bad news? If it is, how bad is it?”
“Well, this
matter actually concerns me and, by association, it affects you.” His legs
shifted before he continued on. “My family wants me to marry a family friend.”
And? I thought
impatiently. Fucking hell.
“As I have
stated to you years back, I don’t intend to marry anyone. Besides, I’m already
married to you, therefore it’s not really an option either way,” Callum calmly
stated, clearing his throat and, I knew, watching my every move. “I’m calling
in a favor, if you will. I need you to be my pretend fiancée for the time
being. I need to reassure you that this engagement will be under wraps, so you
need not worry about the media finding out.”
Like I’d
decline it. I was more than willing to be his pretend whatever. “Of course I’d
help you, Cal. Come on, you’ve done so much for me. This is the least I could
do.” On top of other things… here’s a window for you, Stella, grab onto it.
I was half a
second away from blurting out a question when he interrupted me. Drat.
“I was
recently informed that you’re dating a man named Derek? Is he treating you
well?” Callum looked at me directly, those razor-sharp, dark eyes pinned me on
the spot.
Derek. Huh.
Where did I even begin with Derek? I
could lie, I thought wretchedly. “Well, no. Derek actually broke up with me
because—” Dot. Dot… Dot… And dot.
Hell! Shitty, mother hell.
This was
humiliating. I bit my lip before looking away, contemplating. Oh, for fuck’s sakes, this is Callum
Kensington! I was sure nothing was bound to shock this man.
“I’m a virgin
and he couldn’t wait any longer. So, uh-huh, I’m better off. Who needs a man
like him, really?” I bit my lip, trying to stop my rambling. God knew what else
could come out of this loosened mouth of mine.
“A virgin, you
say?” Callum asked, flabbergasted. “Huh.” He blinked at me a few times before
shaking his head. “I didn’t know such things still existed.”
Yeah, in your world perhaps they didn’t, but they sure did in
mine, mister.
Blushing, I
tried to ignore the heated look he was giving me. It was as if I was a space
alien that had landed on earth; unusual, extrinsic and strange. “Well, you’re
looking at one. So I would appreciate it if you don’t ever repeat it again.” I
was highly embarrassed, knowing how inexperienced I must look to him. Even
though I wanted to be rid of it, I couldn’t—for the life of me—break the
promise I had made to my mother.
“Apologies. I
wasn’t trying to mock your vaginal purity.”
Seriously,
shut up, Callum! Vaginal purity?
Fuckity-fuck. “Please, just drop the subject.” Before I die of blushing and embarrassment, I silently added.
“Don’t let men
like Derek hide you from yourself. You know better than that.”
Oh bugger! I
bet now he was probably feeling sorry for me. Well, I was done with that complication.
“Since we are on the subject of favors, I was hoping you could do me one as
well.” I peered at his stoic form. “I’d like for you to take it… erm, pop my
cherry.” Blasted fuck. How in the world did I just utter those words? Pop my cherry? How embarrassing.
Callum’s frown
deepened as he shifted in his seat again before he cleared his throat and gave
me a sexy smirk whilst shaking his head. “How much alcohol have you had for
lunch?”
“None.” He
leaned forward, scrutinizing me further. “I’m sober, Cal. Not to mention, one hundred
percent serious about this.”
“Hold on a
second. Walk me through this. I mean—” He
scratched his barely-there stubble, looking confused as ever. “You know my
reputation, don’t you? I date women for six weeks only, Stella. From that fact
alone, I sure as hell am out of the running for taking someone’s innocence.
Besides, you should wait for a worthy man, like your husband-to-be. I’m sure
he’d appreciate that… that is, if he was into innocent women.”
Goodness, I
was practically offering him sex, but he was putting me down mildly. WTF! I was
not a little girl anymore. I craved to be in a committed relationship more than
anything, however how the heck did I go about it when I couldn’t go all the way
through? I mean, there’s only so much hand and blowjobs one could do before it became
a dull, tedious chore.
“Let me clear
something up for you, okay? I would’ve let any of my boyfriends take it. Heck,
I’ve been in so many close calls and there is nothing more that I want right
now than to be rid of it. As much as I want to get it over and done with, I
can’t for the life of me break a promise.” I licked my lips, looking at him to
see if he was getting my drift. Sure enough, he was waiting for me to go on.
“Mom gave me the whole safe sex spiel when I started asking questions about
when I could start dating. I wasn’t sure what prompted her, but she made me
promise that it’ll be my husband who I gave it to.” I sighed, remembering that
memory. “She died two months after, so I hope you understand. If this were the
last thing I could do to keep that promise, I’d stick to it. So, now I hope you
understand my position. I’m sure it’s easy, Cal. I mean, if it’s me in particular, then I wouldn’t mind
doing it in the dark.”
“I’ll think
about it,” he finally rasped at me, eyes intense.
Sex with Callum…
Fuck.
Yes.
Chapter 4
Callum
“I’ll think
about it,” I heard myself say. Was I truly losing my mind here? Richard would
torch me alive if he saw where my mind was taking me right now.
But Christ!
Could anyone blame me? Stella came in here, looking like an uptight executive
with the tight matching skirt suit outlining everything. She stood there,
whilst I stared, half hoping she’d rip her clothes off and seduce me with some
thigh-high stockings and bustier.
My reaction to
her was normal, but still, it wasn’t a good thing. I wasn’t going to take her as
I’d usually done with the women I dated and ravished on sight. I could go with
the detached, somewhat clinical route; awkward and uninteresting. Or maybe I
could even go in, break it open and then that would be it.
Surely this
problem wouldn’t be such a big deal, right? Then why was I sweating profusely
when I thought of her underneath me, writhing… legs hooked on my hips…
Really, I
needed to think this through before I let my dick decide for me. I mean, it had
done a lot of the deciding in the past, yet in this instance, I needed my top
brain functioning properly. This was Stella and I’d cut my finger off first
before I hurt her.
If this was
what she wished in order to have a better chance at healthy intimacy with her boyfriend,
then surely I was doing it for a good cause?
“I’ll let you
know my decision this weekend. I also forgot to mention that we’re to leave
this Friday afternoon and won’t be back until a week after.”
“A week?” Stella squeaked.
“Tell your
friend that I’d be more than happy to find a replacement in your absence. This
was, after all, unplanned and I don’t want to jeopardize anything for you. You
worked hard to get where you are.” I genuinely smiled at her, eyes roaming
appreciatively. “I’m proud of you, Stella.”
“That’s very
sweet of you, Cal. Thank you. That really means a lot to me.” She slowly stood
up, purse in hand. “I’ll let Luciana know about your offer as well as looking
into whether I can take some of my work with me. What time will you be picking
me up?”
“I’ll be there
around four,” I responded before getting up from my chair and moving towards
her. “And Stella, I need you to pretend that we’re madly in love. So, expect
that I will be practically glued to your side.”
Stella
nervously smiled. “Yeah, I sort of knew that. You know, newly engaged and all; so
it’ll going to be a lark,” she rambled, blushing more with every word that came
out of her lips “Shit, Cal. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m nervous. Blaming
coffee here; I had over three already.”
I arched my
brow at her, amused at her reaction. “You sure it’s not because you’d be
spending a week with me?”
“Love the
sense of humor, Cal.”
Stella, you are far too lovely for your own good. “See you in two days.” I softly brushed my lips against her
cheek and then delicately whispered into her ear, “We’ll be sharing a room
together. I’m sure we’ll have a lot of things to discuss.”
Stella didn’t
even say a thing, but instead, she bit into her lip and tried as calmly as
possible to leave my office.
“Stella is
off-limits, you worthless swine!” I muttered, half hoping that I’d get this
under control in two days time.
Clinical route
it was. It was the only way possible.
Sexual
thoughts in regards to her should be vanished. I wasn’t going to succumb to my
body’s reaction. Heck, I might need to have a healthy dose of a warm woman’s
body before I leave in two days. This had to stop and I was damn well going to
do it.
Richard and
the von Berg’s didn’t deserve such disrespect.
Chapter 5
Stella
“My mother and
grandmother will be interrogating you, so I apologize in advance,” Callum said
as he slowly pulled to the curb. “It just occurred to me that we’re almost
there and you haven’t said much since we left London. Are you feeling unwell?”
“What if they
don’t like me?” This was one of the things that was eating inside me, but most
of all, I didn’t want to disappoint Callum. This was his family and I knew it
might sound idiotic to some, yet I wanted him to be proud that I could pull it
off without a hitch.
Callum’s eyes
danced before he opened his car door and spun around the vehicle towards mine.
He pulled my door open and carefully guided me out of the car. I didn’t know
what was going on, but we were in a quiet street, with barely any cars passing
by.
My thoughts
turned into nothing as Callum pressed me against the side of the car.
“You will be
fine. We’ll be fine. Take my lead and have fun. There’s nothing to be nervous
of. I won’t pull any tricks, Stella. You can trust me that I will always try to
be honest with you.”
I knew that
and I appreciated that he was trying to soothe my nerves. “You’re a good man, I
know. No need to show me twice.”
Callum
smirked, making me ogle his darkly angelic beauty. “I’m not all good. I’m sure
you know the usual bits I get myself into, but with you, I’ll give it a shot.”
Was I really
swooning? Bugger.
“Oh, by the
way, I thought we might need this.” Callum pulled something out of his pocket.
A ring. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I had noticed that you weren’t a fan
of diamonds, so I got you an emerald instead. I noticed that your mother had a
sapphire one, so I thought this was the closest thing I could get you.”
My head simply
nodded, speechless at his thoughtfulness.
The drive to
his family home was a mere five-minute drive from where he had pulled over. If
I thought I was nervous before, I had been wrong. Because the moment his mother
appeared in the foyer to greet us, I was thoroughly inspected before she gave
me air kisses.
How the hell
am I to survive a week here if I was being scrutinized like a specimen already?
* S
*
Okay, maybe I
overreacted a bit. His mother, Bernice, wasn’t as terrifying as I thought at
first. She actually had an odd sense of humor; it was off beat to say the least.
I found it endearing that she would even try. Doris, his grandmother, was
simply over the moon that Callum had actually found a woman to settle down
with. Callum was minimal on the touchy feely side, however he was attentive and
didn’t leave my side once.
Our first
night together… let’s just say that he and I both got drunk and immediately
passed out the moment we saw the bed. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or
not, although at this point, I didn’t want to sit and ponder on the subject.
My nerves were
already strung out as it was.
Now, it was
our second night together and I was working when I heard him enter. I didn’t
even look up as we both said hi to each other. I suppose we had gotten comfortable
rather quickly.
“Are you up
for a dip in the Jacuzzi?” Callum yelled out somewhere in the room.
Was I? I was
working to put together a Fashion Show for Lucia’s mother’s annual charity
event. It was in three months time and there was still a lot of work to be
done.
But…
Though it was
our second night, he hadn’t said anything about my ‘problem’ and I suppose a
quick dip in the hot tub would help. I really needed to convince him; not in a
sexual way, but more on the argument side of things. After all, how hard was it
for a man to just shove his darn thing in and get it over with really? I wanted
my damn chastity gone. It seemed like it was the culprit for my unlucky strike
in the boyfriend department.
Sliding off
the chaise lounge, I strolled towards the closet. “I could possibly join you
for a bit.” My upbeat confidence took a nosedive when I saw him walk out of the
bathroom donning navy Armani swimwear. Bugger.
“Lovely. Do
you prefer indoors or outdoors?” Callum asked, confusing me even more.
I bit my lip,
trying not to blush from his question. He probably was thinking about the tub, but
I sure as hell wasn’t. “Outdoors.”
“What do you
fancy? Champagne? Wine? Or are we hitting hard liquor tonight?”
“Hard liquor
and champagne, please.” Moving to the
dark side, my mind butted in.
If he was
surprised at my choice of alcohol, the man didn’t even blink twice. Instead, he
smiled at me wickedly. “Sounds like my kind of night.”
Something
better happen tonight or I was going to die of wonderment and frustration.
It didn’t take
me long to change into my black two-piece swimsuit. Walking outside, I grinned
at him while he was lounging in the jacuzzi, both hands stretched out while his
head tilted back, stargazing.
“It’s a
beautiful, warm night,” I commented as I dipped my toe in the pool of water.
When I cocked
my head to the side, Callum had his tongue curled on his bottom lip, slightly
biting it as his eyes lingered over my body.
Yeah, think of sex, why don’t you? I needed this over
and done with, I wickedly mused.
My eyes caught
the bottle of champagne and vodka, amongst the others. I went to get both
before I finally let myself sink into the water.
“Feel like
sharing a shot with me?” I was smiling when I offered the shot to him, however when
I saw his face, my confidence immediately declined.
He looked
menacing.
Volatile.
Predatory.
“What should
we toast?” he asked, sounding like a man out for seduction. “Here’s to us,
Stella.” Callum lifted his glass, toasting mine. “May the next coming days fill you with an extraordinary
experience.” He took care to make emphasis on that word.
Oh yeah, this
man was onto something. Hopefully, he was onto me; on top, preferably.
After two more
chilled shots, I was on fire. Well, technically my body was wired… the need to
be touched was getting acute as the seconds ticked by.
“Cal…” I
licked my lips, thirsty for him. “I’m waiting,” I whispered, heady and intoxicated
as much from the alcohol as from the images of our naked bodies touching.
Callum looked
like he was debating, but finally managed to give me an answer after a full
minute of silence. “We ought to take this slowly.”
That was a
good start. “How slow is slow,
Callum?”
He shrugged,
brushing his hair to the side. He was the epitome of sexy, disheveled hotness.
“Couple more days?”
That was going
to take forever! “You’re not serious? What’s the delay? I could pretty well do
it myself! Just pull your boxers down and I’ll do the bloody deed.”
I wasn’t
bluffing, either, because I was at the tipping point.
Callum gave me
a scathing glare. “All right. I’m a tad
reluctant; petrified even. I’ve never had a virgin before. As I stated to you
last, these things are alien to me.”
He was… scared? Hell. “Well, fuck.”
“Oh, don’t be
daft! I will do it,” Callum grunted, sipping his drink awhile. “I just need to
get used to the idea. We might need to practice or something.”
Any ideas, I
was open to try. “Okay… like how?” I
wondered out loud, dragging the damn question out until the rogue playboy got
his wits about himself.
His dark eyes
twinkled. “I have to see what I have to tackle here.”
I could do
this. This was a piece of cake.
“Sure.” I
stood up out of the water and ambled towards him. I took a deep breath then
pulled my bottom swimwear down without looking at him. I then sat, splayed my
legs wide open to his prying eyes. “Do take your time to investigate, Callum.”
When I finally managed to look at him, he was simply drinking more of his
brandy, not even glancing towards me.
“Richard will
haunt me for this,” Callum muttered before gulping the last of his drink,
slamming the glass back down on the side.
Before I knew
it, he was in between my legs, staring straight through me, serious as hell. “I
have to make sure this is what you want, Stella… your brother—”
I had to cut
him off because the last thing I needed was for this night to be plagued with
guilt or to be centered around thoughts of my brother. He needed to know that
it was more than okay. “I want this, more than anything. I want it done, Cal. Please.”
Callum gave me
a determined nod and then his thumb touched my parted lips, initiating a slow
caress. “Tell me when I’m being too invasive or when it’s painful.”
“Yes.” My
breathing caught, willing my body not to succumb to the fluttering in my
stomach.
When his thumb
finally circled my entrance, Callum suddenly took his thumb out. “Christ,
Stella, this hole is tiny.” I felt his thumb apply a light pressure to the
outer wall of the entrance, seeking passage. “Am I hurting you?”
Biting my lip,
I gave a quick shake of my head. I was nervous, yet out of my mind aroused from
the look of wonderment I saw on Callum’s face. Though we were being all
technical, I didn’t feel strange at all. Callum touching me intimately felt…
right.
“Stella…” he
whispered against my ear. “Stop me when it gets to be too much, I mean it.” His
finger deepened; exploring, stroking.
Like hell I
would. Not in this lifetime. I loved it far too much to even think of the
possibility.
“Don’t stop.
You feel good.” My hands clutched against him while my legs were on his sides,
drawing him into me. “Callum,” I choked out, needing more. When he bit into my
ear lobe, I cried out his name as my hands effortlessly pulled his trunks down,
freeing his cock. When I was about to reach out and grab it, Callum moved my
hand away.
“Do you want
to take this to the bedroom?” Callum murmured, now scrutinizing me.
“Yes, I’d like
that.” I was breathless.
I needed more
of him. It was insane, but when he untangled himself from me, I felt somehow
distraught, saddened.
Shaking myself
of the confusing emotions, I took his outstretched hand. In a comfortable
silence, we immediately left the jacuzzi and went indoors. The journey seemed
to take forever as we ascended the stairs and sought our bedroom. Before, I was
brazen, however as the seconds passed, I was becoming nervous. I knew he wasn’t
planning on doing it yet, but the thought of him touching me intimately again, merely
having him close to me, sent delicious shivers all over my body.
Fuck, I was
going to be in big trouble. Please,
please, don’t let me completely fall for him, I silently begged. Knowing
Callum’s record, I didn’t have a chance in hell of surviving if I did. So I had
to look at this from a non-romantic vantage point because, if I didn’t, I was
on my own. I knew how Callum worked, therefore I had better get it together and
enjoy what he was willing to gift me.
As chaotic and
riotous as my thoughts were, they immediately drifted off the moment we entered
the bedroom chambers.
My body was
strung out, alert and ready to be raided.
I was far too
ready for this.
To be continued....
~ Coming out on August 29th ~
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