Cristiane Serruya - Trust: Betrayed

Baptist handed Alistair a large brown file. “This is what I gathered in the last few days, but if you want me to take a deeper look...”

Alistair felt his mouth dry, suddenly. I need a whisky. He snapped opened the folder and took out the first set of photos. His heart stopped in his chest as he flipped through them.

Nae.

He glanced up to look at Baptist. The man had a sympathetic look on his face.

Alistair cleared his throat.

He opened and closed his mouth twice but the words didn’t come.

“Mr. MacCraig, I’m sorry but there is no doubt. Your wife is cheating on you.”

Ells Hall.

Friday, March 19^th, 2010.

7.44 p.m.

“I’ve put the girls and Maria in that room,” Alistair pointed to a door on the other side of the corridor as they came back from the spa. “It connects with Alice’s bedroom. So, if they need something, they can bother her.”

Sophia dried her nape with a small towel as she tsked twice, walking beside him to see the room. “So, Alice is Gabriela’s new mother. That’s not right, Alistair Connor. Why don’t you put them near us?”

“We are too loud,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Oh.” Sophia paused, disconcerted. “You think so?”

He pushed open the door of a suite, luxuriously done in pink and pale yellow damask silk, smiling at her, “Nae. I’m teasing you, Sophia. This room has a secret passage. Gabriela will love it. It leads to the stone tower. And it has a cosy window seat, like ours. Come and look.” He walked past two single four poster beds straight to the curtains and pushed them open to reveal a large window seat with fluffy cushions. It overlooked the softly illuminated forest.

“It’s beautiful. Gabriela will love it.” She pushed up and stood on the tips of her running shoes and kissed his lips, dropping back graciously onto her soles. “Thanks.”

“Nice move,” he noted. “Do that again.”

She put her hands around his neck and pushed up on her tiptoes, kissing him on the lips again. He hauled her up his body by her ribcage, deepening the kiss. Immediately, she wound her legs around his waist and moaned as she rubbed against his erection.

He broke the kiss and spoke sensually on her lips, “You turn me on like no other woman ever did, Sophia. Will I ever get enough of you?”

“I hope not, my lord. I hope not.”

10.37 p.m.

“Now,” Sophia stopped in the middle of Alistair’s sitting room and pointed at him, with a devious smile on her lips, “you, Alistair Connor will stay here and read a book for five minutes.”

“I can wait inside-”

“No. Do you want your surprise?” He nodded eagerly. She pointed to an armchair. “Sit there and wait. In five minutes you can knock on the door.”

“Aye, my lady,” he sighed, and went to the bookshelf to choose a book. He muttered under his breath, “Any more orders, ma’am?”

“Yes,” she smiled mischievously as she heard his mumble. “I can think of a few.”

“God help me.” Alistair rolled his eyes heavenward as Sophia locked the door behind her, giggling.

10.46 p.m.

“Good evening, my lord,” she opened his bedroom door to him on the forth impatient knock. “I’m sorry I didn’t promptly answer the door. I just finished cleaning.” And smiled at him, bowing, “Please, come in.”

Alistair’s mouth fell open as he looked Sophia over. She was wearing a sexy French maid costume made of black leather and white lace. The cupped bra displayed her breasts while a ruffled apron with petticoats tied over her hips barely concealed her naked skin underneath. Her long legs were encased in stockings held by lace garters.

He growled low in his throat as his cock woke up and applauded as she waved a duster on his nose. How can this be possible?

She pulled him inside the room and moaned lightly, locking the door behind him.

He stood there dumbfounded, watching as she wandered around the room, pretending to dust things.

“Clean that lamp again,” he ordered.

She looked over her shoulder, her yellow diamond eyes sparkling with mischief and flicked the duster carelessly away and lifted her hands to her hair, pulling her ink-black locks loose from the bun. She shook her head, letting the hair pour over her shoulders and down to the small of her back.

“Oh, my lord...” She stepped toward him and divested him of his jacket. Pouting, she murmured, “Let me hang your coat in its place, sir.”

She strolled to his dressing room and paused near an armchair, widened her stance, and looked over her shoulder, purposely biting her lip.

He noticed she was wearing black varnished stilettos and his mind went fuzzy with lust.

Sophia smiled and let his jacket fall to the floor.

“Oops!” She put a hand over her mouth. “How clumsy of me.”

Alistair swallowed visibly and his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he saw she was naked under her petticoats. “Pick it up,” he demanded hoarsely.

“Yes, my lord.”

She bent over, her buttocks thrust up in the air. Flipping her hair over one shoulder, she looked at him through half open eyes, licking her mouth. She ran her fingers down over the back of her thigh.

Grabbing his jacket, she set it on his armchair. Then, cocking her hip to the other side, she put her thumb into her mouth as she looked demurely at him. And sucked it.

He grunted and walked toward her.

Sophia spread her legs wider and bent down again. She tensed slightly as Alistair stepped up behind her. She had never role-played a fantasy like this.

“Oh, Sophia, you shouldn’t have.” He unzipped his jeans and shoved it down his hips and grasped her hips firmly, jerking her back against his arousal.

A groan left him as he rubbed his hard manhood along the cleft of her buttocks.

That first touch of flesh reverberated as a shock through Sophia. She moaned and was caught off balance by the position, but his strong hold kept her steady.

His hard cock was feverish, instantly sparking flashes of desire whenever it touched her. Pure undiluted lust made her dizzy.

“Alistair,” she moaned.

Slowly she stood back up, flexing her legs, caressing and sliding against him. His face instantly dipped down, burying in the hollow of her neck, taking a deep breath.

“I love your smell,” he murmured. “White roses, orange with vanilla. Makes me want to eat you.” Again she rubbed her buttocks over his arousal and Alistair groaned, “I want you. Now.”

He didn’t give her a chance to comply, as he lifted her up high in the air, turning her in his arms as if she were light as a feather and put her down on the bed. He shoved down his jeans and ripped off his shirt, throwing it behind him. His eyes flamed green.

Alistair stroked his long fingers over her legs and gripping them, he pulled her to the edge of the bed. And thrust.

She moaned at the sudden onslaught, as he filled her. Each time they were together, it was like lightning washed over her.

Alistair held still for a brief moment, letting her adjust to his girth. Her legs wrapped around his lean hips and she locked her feet over his buttocks. He ran his hands over her thighs again. “You have strong, beautiful legs,” he whispered to her. “Hold on to me. Don’t let go,” he ordered as he withdrew, only to thrust hard in long even strokes, pushing deeper into her.

His hands glided up over her and bared her nipples, pinching them into hard buds and he ordered, “Put your hands over mine.”

Sophia put her hands over his and he changed position, covering hers with his. He stilled inside her and his lips split in a devilish smile as he said, “Pinch your nipples.”

Sensations exploded from the touch as her fingers, mingled with his. She gasped obeying his command and arching on the bed.

Alistair groaned in approval. One of his hand moved down to her hip to control her body, as he restarted to pump into her in hard thrusts. The other hovered over her clitoris, tantalizing her senses.

“Ah.” Her body clenched around his as he rode her to the edge of her desire. “Yes, please.”

Their moans mingled in his bedroom, growing louder with each long plunge of his hard length inside her.

Suddenly, her body tensed on the bed, arching beautifully before him as the tremors of release took over her and Sophia screamed his name in delight.

She tightened almost painfully around him, and Alistair grunted loudly as his orgasm took control of his body. He stiffened and burrowed deep in her body in several hard jerks as her name ripped from his throat in a grunt.

Alistair fell over her, leaning on his forearms, as his violent thrusts fired a last shot of desire through his body, he gasped, almost incoherently, “I love you.”

Sophia blinked those wondrous yellow eyes at him and sighed breathlessly, still in a far away wonderland.

“I love you,” he repeated, kissing her lightly on the lips and studied her face as he laid down beside her, untying her bra and apron and flinging them on the floor beside the bed. He gathered her in his arms, waiting for her to come back to earth, thinking of how much he had changed in so little time.

He was thirty-four years old when he met Sophia over a loan contract meeting. Three days later he had spent his thirty-fifth birthday alone, sulking in this very room, drinking himself into a stupor to dull the pain and guilt he felt for his daughter’s death, wishing he was dead, too. Now, the mere idea of not having a chance to live and share his life to the fullest with Sophia, pained him.

Tell her, Alistair Connor, tell her. You can’t avoid this issue forever.

Based on her behavior of late, he tried to analyze how she might feel about his past and his story with Heather. Outwardly, she’d shown only joy when with him, never asking about his wife. But privately, he knew she had unresolved feelings, that she was conflicted. Maybe because she still loves Gabriel.

Sophia rubbed her cheek on Alistair’s shoulder and her finger drew random designs on his wide chest.

He watched as the fire in the hearth danced over her body, illuminating and shadowing it in beautiful hues of orange.

Unsure if he was doing the right thing, he mustered his courage and, paving the path to the story of his past, said softly, “You were the best thing that could have happened in my life.” He tightened the arm wrapped around her waist. “There is something in you that keeps my evil locked deep inside.”

“Here you go again.” She lifted her head to look into his eyes. She knew she would find them troubled. There were so many things he kept buried inside him. “I don’t have this power, Alistair. It is all in here.” She poked at his chest. “I have never seen this darkness of yours. It eludes me. Don’t demonize yourself.”

He sighed and pushed up, carrying her with him, sitting reclined on the cushioned headboard. He shifted until she was nestled between his bent legs, sideways on his chest. “You could say I had an alter ego.” He paused and a bitter laugh left his lips. “I hope you’re not afraid of horror stories. It’s time you met the monster, Sophia.”

“God, Alistair.” She turned to look at him, both hands palmed on his broad chiseled chest. “You’re not a monster.”

“Such trust you have in me,” he scoffed. “You are too young and innocent, Sophia. Let me introduce you to Mr. Hyde.”

Sophia opened her mouth, but Alistair put a finger on her lips.

“Hush,” he said. “Hear me out.”

A creepy feeling chilled her, making her shiver. She snuggled closer to Alistair’s body. He was always warm.

She looked at him. He was lost in his recollections. His face was turned up, his eyes closed.

“I first met Heather at the bank Christmas party in December, 1999.”

London, Kensington. Galewick Town House.

Sunday, September 28^th, 2008.

1.01 p.m.

“Sit, Alistair. You’re making me dizzy with all that pacing,” Leonard poured a glass of whisky for Alistair and one for himself. “Sit down, goddammit.”

Alistair sat on the sofa as he felt the welcome burn of the whisky down his throat.

“I’ve never seen you like this.” Leonard sat on the sofa in front of Alistair. “What’s happening?”

“Leo, I need your help,” he leaned forward, put the glass on the center table and rubbed both hands on his face. “Your professional help.”