Stay With Me Tonight: A Drake Brothers Series (PART 1) (11 page)

Chapter Fifteen

              I spent most of my day trying to get acclimated with the program software that the firm used.  I wasn't familiar with it and I eventually downloaded a tutorial of slide shows to help me figure it out.  I got bored pretty easily after the first hour of the tutorial and my mind kept drifting back to what Bellamy and Turner had spoken about that morning in Turner's office.  I couldn't get the words '
get rid of her
' out of my head.  I guess that could mean more than one thing, but it sounded like they were going to have her killed or something.  That thought terrified me and the more I thought about it, the more paranoid and obsessive I became about it being just that.  Since Bellamy was out of the office for the day, I thought maybe I could sneak into his office to see if I could find anything about what was going on.  I was not usually so brave, but it was nearing the end of the day and a lot of people on our floor had left for the day.

              His office was just across from Turner's and the same masculine placard hung on Bellamy's door...
Bellamy Drake, Chief Executive Officer
.  The lights were off inside.  I looked down the hall to make sure no one saw me.  I turned the handle and stepped in quickly, closing the door behind me.  Bellamy's office was a mirror image of Turner's.  I think it was even the same size.  I tried to be quick because the last thing I wanted to do was get caught snooping in the bosses office.  There were papers all over his desk.  He had made notes in red ink on a few of them here and there.  I saw a desk calender peeking out from beneath the scattered papers  I moved the papers aside to see if anything stood out on the calendar.

              I saw that on the 5
th
he had written 10:00 PM - BV our spot.

              BV “our spot”?

              BV... Beth Vanguard?  OUR SPOT?  And what were they doing at 10:00 on a week night?

              I shook my head at how crazy I felt about what I imagined was going on.

              Then again I looked and on the 12
th
he had written BV 2:00 AM Stockton Yard.

              BV again.  2am?  I didn't know what Stockton Yard was, but I made a mental note to look it up on the internet later.

              Then on the 14
th
it said TD, BV, me - OUR SPOT 4:00 AM.  TD... Turner?  “Me”... Bellamy?  Their spot?  4 o'clock in the morning?  What the hell was this?  Were they having some freakish incestuous threesome?

              I had seen enough.  I went to lay the papers back over the calender and when I grabbed one from almost falling on the floor, I noticed the same picture of Bellamy and Beth on his desk.  The frame was identical to the one he had in his penthouse.  This was so bizarre.  I really wanted to just ignore it and move on, but something told me not to.  I had to know what was going on here.  I stared at the photo for a few long moments.  I stared right at the man who I was quickly falling for.  Yet he was full of secrets and at this point I am sure he was full of lies also.  I left the frame on the desk and snuck back to my office.

              More questions arose from the encounter I had with the second picture.  I could see how the one on the desk in the study being there because he could hide it from Turner as long as he didn't see it.  But the one on his desk here at the office was in plain sight where any one and every one could see it including Turner.  Turner had to know it was there.

              It was almost time for me to go home. I finished up the last of the tutorial and left.  I got home just shy of 5:30 and decided to take a hot bath and relax before heading over to Bellamy's.  I lit some candles and even put suds in the water.  I really needed to unwind.  Bellamy had no reason to lie to me and honestly we really hadn't known each other that long, but something just felt off about this.  I sat in the water in the tub for so long that I was pruney and the water was barely warm by the time I got out.  I got ready for our “normal couple date” and since Bellamy had said that he wanted me to wear my stockings, I obliged.  I wore them and only them.  The naughtiness of what I was wearing was making me really turned on.  Once Bellamy got a look at what I was wearing, I wasn't sure we would even actually watch a movie or eat for that matter.  I hoped we'd spend all night in bed making love.  I grabbed my long winter coat and threw it over my sexy negligee  I curled my hair in big barrel curls and put a bit of light pink gloss on.  I left for Bellamy's a bit later than I should have and I arrived late.

              Once I parked my car and got out, I took the elevator to the penthouse and the doors opened into the foyer.  He was waiting for me right in front of the doors when they opened.

              “You're late,” were the only words he said.

              He was wearing jeans, no shirt, and had bare feet.  His bronzed muscles were on full display.  He looked mad.  I swallowed the lump in my throat.

              “And what are you wearing?  It's not cold enough for a coat that heavy.”

              His words were ferocious and he seemed furious with me.

              “Well you asked me...” he cut me off mid-sentence.

              “Take off your coat.”

              He basically ordered me to do it.  For a moment I wasn't sure if he was role playing or was really angry, but I did as he said.  I think he stopped breathing for a few seconds when he saw the sight of me wearing only the bra, garter belt, panties, and stockings.  The panties were especially naughty because they were crotchless.  I could see the erection forming in Bellamy's dark blue jeans.

              “There now!” he pointed to the sofa in the sitting room.

              For a few moments I thought how he was ordering me around like he did Beth and it really excited me.  Sure, I would play along and be somewhat submissive in the bedroom.  Why not?  This could be fun.

              I took a seat on the sofa.  I laid back slightly and draped my arms across the back of the sofa.  Bellamy's eyes fixated on me and didn't move.  He bent down on his knees in front of the sofa and spread my legs wide open.  When he saw the crotch of the panties open to give him just a little sneak peek of what was inside, he licked his lips and let out a ferocious moan.  He ran the palms of his rough hands against the bare skin of my legs.  I bit my lip in anticipation and threw my head back.  The hair on my arms stood on end.  One of his fingers grazed gently across the dampened wet slit of my panties.  He put his head down and kissed the inside of each of my thighs.

              “Your pussy smells soooo good.  It's so fucking perfect,” he mumbled in between the nips and kisses.

              He slowly undid the hooks from the straps on my stockings and pulled the garter belt down my legs and then off.  He tossed it across the room.  His hands again stroked up and down my outer thighs, stopping just shy of my hips.  He put his head down and kissed the skin on my stomach and brushed his lips softly back and forth over my skin.

              “Bellamy, please.....” I grasped at his muscular shoulders as he continued to torture me.

              “I told you... I am going to make your whole body feel good tonight.  Just enjoy it.  Let yourself go, Kate.”

              I wanted him to touch me so badly.  I could feel the liquid oozing between my wide open legs.  And I could tell that he knew exactly what he was doing to me.  He ran his hand up my torso to my breasts where he gently squeezed each one testing their feel in his large hands.  He pulled one strap to hang off my shoulder, but didn't expose my breast.  It was driving me mad.  He was teasing me and I really didn't like it.   He pulled his hand away and stood, then sat on the couch next to me.  When he undid his zipper it was slow and painful torture to watch and not be able to touch.  He pulled his cock out and it stood firm.  He drug his jeans off and threw them on the floor.  He stroked his cock a few rough times and I liked watching.  He pulled his lower lip between his teeth.

              “See what you do to me?  See how hard you make my cock?  It is begging for you Kate.”

              After a few more strokes, he took the palm of his hand and placed it gently on my public bone.  He lowered his fingers to brush ever so gently across my soaking wet slit.  He drug his finger in and out of me and then pulled it out to rub my swollen clit through my panties.

              “Bellamy.....” my plea sounded like a beg.

              “Not yet just enjoy it.  It will make it that much better later.”

              He fingered me for a few minutes first with one finger, then a second.  When he slipped his pinky finger into my ass, I thought I was going to come undone right then.  I may have actually started to drool and I am sure it was anything but attractive.  With his other hand he continued to fist his penis.  Then he withdrew his fingers and sucked my sweet juices off of them.

              “Your pussy tastes so fucking good.  I want moreeee.”   His words were scorching.  They shot adrenaline through my veins and it took every thing I had not to reach down and rub my own clit for release.

              Once more, he knelt before me.  He used his hands to spread my legs wider.  Then his mouth dipped down and was on me and in me in a second.  His slippery hot tongue shot in and out of me and his thumb gave a firm agonizing pressure to my clit.

              “Bellamy,  please.... I can't take any more.”

              “Really?  Can't take any more, huh?” he mocked me.

              “I bet you take all 9 ½ inches of this in just a second.”

              My eyes shot to his and then I watched as he stroked his cock greedily in the palm of his hand.

              The way he talked dirty to me was HOT.  I had never had a guy talk to me like that during sex before and to say I didn't really enjoy it would be a huge understatement.  His filthy words made it that much better.

              “Yes please Bellamy.  Please let me have it.  I want your fucking cock inside of me.  Give it to me now!”

              He grinned at me.  I wasn't quite as good or quite as comfortable talking dirty to him as he was to me, so every time I did it, I think I surprised him a little.

              He stuck his fingers into my soaking went cunt once more.  He drug them in and out a few quick times.  He pulled them out and rubbed his fingers together to test their wetness.

              “Christ, your pussy is so fucking wet.  So fucking perfect.  So fucking greedy for my cock.”

              He stood, then sat on the couch next to me.  He pulled me on top of him and slowly lowered me onto his cock.  He reached around and unclasped my bra.  My nipples peaked as soon as the cool air hit them.  I took my bra and tossed it on the floor.  I grasped his biceps and he held me gently at my waist.  I rode his cock up and down.  His head leaned back against the couch and as he watched my breasts bounce, his fingers dug sharply into my sides.  He withdrew one hand from my waist and pressed a firm finger against my clit and rubbed it in a small circular motion.  The sensation was so much that I exploded at the moment he touched me.  My orgasm was intense and I told Bellamy how he owned me as I was coming.  He stuck his fingers in my mouth and told me to suck them as my pussy continued to convulse.

              “Taste how sweet you are, Kate.  Taste your pussy.  It tastes so good.  It is the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted and now that I have had a taste, I keep wanting more.”

              His words aroused me once more.  I sucked his fingers long and hard until every last drop of me had been swallowed.  I could tell by the look on his face that he was thoroughly satisfied with my work.

              He continued to pump his cock in and out of me as my orgasm came to an end.  He leaned forward and took one rigid nipple into his mouth and sucked it long and hard.  He pulled me off of him and laid me on my back on the couch.  Then he moved to straddle my face.  He fisted his perfectly chiseled cock that was coated in my come faster and faster.  His cock was inches from my face when he told me to suck his come from him.  He grabbed me by the back of my hair and forced my mouth open.  I could taste myself on him and I gagged a little as he fucked my mouth violently.

              “Milk my cock you fucking slut.  Take it.  Take it all in.  Yeah, fuckkkk.”

              He found his own release and his hot sticky come seeped down the back of my throat.  He yanked my mouth off of him and he released my hair.

              “Swallow my come.  Show me how much I own you, Katie.”

Chapter Sixteen

              We both laid there in bliss.  Our energy was completely spent.

              “Let's get you cleaned up,” was all he said before he grasped my hand.  Our fingers interlocked and he led the way to the shower.

              He turned the water on piping hot and then we both stepped in.  As we stood under the water it began to soothe our throbbing muscles.

              “I am not sure if you were just in the moment or not, but I recall you said something about me owning you?”

              “Uh yeah.  About that...”

              “You don't have to explain.  I know.  You own me too.  You own every shard of my heart.”

              I smiled, but didn't respond.  Was he trying to tell me he was falling in love with me or he was already in love with me?  The thought of that was very overwhelming.  I liked Bellamy a lot and the sex was passionate... amazing... intoxicating.  Was I in love with Bellamy?  Is that what this feeling is?  It couldn't be.  Did I want it to be?  This whole thing with Beth was still weighing very heavy on my mind.  I really needed to figure out what was going on before I invested anymore of my emotions into this relationship.  I had guarded my heart for so long after Andrew crushed it into a million tiny pieces.  I was slowly putting the pieces back together, but  I had also put up walls that I never intended to take down.  Now though, Bellamy somehow was breaking those walls... one small fraction at a time.  I wanted to give every piece of myself to him.  Physically I had, but my heart was still locked in it's tiny cage waiting for the key that would unlock it and let it be free.

              “Perhaps you haven't noticed...” he tore me from my thoughts.

              “You spark a desire in me like no other woman ever has.  You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world.  You're perfect, Kate.”

              Could he read my mind?  It's like he knew just what to say at the moment I was having doubts.

              “I can tell by how you respond when I talk to you about my feelings towards you that some piece of shit asshole hurt you in the past.  I get it that you're hesitant to let yourself express your feelings or to even acknowledge that you're having them.  It's okay.  I told you once before... I'm not going to hurt you.  I promise.”

              I just sighed.  We finished our quick shower and headed back to the sitting room when I realized the only thing I had to wear was my lingerie and my old winter coat.  I picked up a few pieces of my lingerie and Bellamy just looked at me and shook his head in amusement.

              “Let me grab you a shirt to wear.”

              “A tee please.  Not another thousand dollar dress shirt.”

              “But you looked so sexy with your bare ass cheeks peeking out under the hem of my thousand dollar dress shirt.  That ass deserves to be covered in expensive material.”

              I laughed.

              “Fine, whatever.”

              He returned a few moments later with a tee shirt, not a dress shirt.  He held it up to show me that it had a wine bottle with a corkscrew next to it and it said 'I pull out'.

              “Really? You had to choose this one?”  I yanked the shirt from him and tossed it on.

              “Would it surprise you that I actually don't have many tee shirts?  I wear my dress clothes to work everyday and mostly collared shirts on the weekend.  Oh and I sleep naked.”

              “Nothing you do or say surprises me.  That's what I like about you.  You keep me on my toes and keep things interesting.  I like the mystery and shock whether in the bedroom or not.  Which is actually pretty awesome because there is no chance in hell I will ever get bored with this relationship.”

              “Well that wasn't exactly 'I'm falling madly in love with you and want to have your babies', but it's a start.”

              I looked at him with curious eyes.  He wanted to have babies?  He wanted to have babies with me?  Oh man, was I in trouble.  This guy had me completely head over heels in love with every piece of him.

              “So... Chinese or pizza?”

              “You pick, I'm a foodie.  Any thing works for me.”

              “Okay, then Chinese it is!”

              Bellamy picked up his cell phone and placed an order for food.  He ordered wonton soup, rice, noodles, beef & broccoli, and sesame chicken.  He ordered so much food I thought perhaps someone else was going to be joining us.  He told me how the Chinese place down the block knew him and how the food would probably be here in under 10 minutes.

              “What movie did you bring?”

              “I didn't bring one.  I thought we could just pick something you have.”

              “Oh well actually, here's another surprise then...  I actually don't own any movies.”

              “What?  How can you not own one single movie?”

              “Well I really don't have much time to watch movies or TV for that matter.  But we can rent one on-demand.”

              “Okay, that works.”

              The buzzer chimed because the Chinese was here and he tossed me the TV remote and told me to pick a good one.  Bellamy took off to pay the delivery guy and I flipped the TV on.  The TV was on a news station when I turned it on and I fiddled with the remote for a few seconds trying to figure out how to get the on-demand section to come up.

              “A body was discovered this evening at Stockton Yard at approximately 5:30 PM by a fisherman.  The victim has been positively identified as Bethany Elaine Vanguard, a twenty seven year old originally from San Antonio, Texas who now resides in Charleston and was most recently employed by marketing and advertising big wigs Drake Dynamics.  Bethany was approximately 5'6”, 120 pounds, with black hair, and green eyes.  This is an active homicide investigation as the victim died from a single gunshot wound to the head.  If you have any information related to this case, please contact the Charleston Police Department's tip line at 1-800-644-7412.”

              My hand flew to my mouth.  I couldn't breath.  I panicked and began to gasp for air.  I pushed the channel up button several times to change the channel.  At that moment, Bellamy returned with our dinner.  I could feel my face lose all of it's color.  He laid the bags of food on the coffee table and then he looked over at me.

              “What's wrong?  You've look like you've just seen a ghost.”

              “I um....”

              No words would come out.

              “What is it Kate?  What's wrong?  You look like you're about to pass out.  Are you feeling okay?”

              I stood and walked quickly into the kitchen.  I started opening every drawer and cabinet I could get my fingers on.  Bellamy was only a few steps behind me as I frantically searched the kitchen.

              “What are you doing?”

              His voice had a tone of concern more than any thing else.

              At that moment, I had found what I was looking for.  It was a knife block with a set of very expensive Gordon Ramsay knives.  I yanked the one from the block that had the largest handle because I figured it would probably also have the largest blade.  It would be able to protect me better than the others.

              As I grasped the black handle in my shaky hand, I took a deep breath and turned around to face Bellamy.  My arm stuck straight out and I pointed the knife at him.

              “You stay the hell away from me!”  I shouted and my words echoed through his carpet-less penthouse.

              The palms of my hands grew sweaty and I didn't know how I was going to get out of there.  Bellamy had killed Beth.  Beth was dead.  He shot her in the head and left her there like a piece of useless garbage.  He had to have done it.  Her body was found at Stockton Yard where she had met him that one night.  Then he was gone from work all day today.  Did he leave work to go and kill her?  He probably made her meet him there so he could shoot her.

              “What the hell are you talking about?”

              “Beth.  You fucking killed her.  It was on the news.  Don't take another step towards me!”

              “What?  Killed her?  You've lost your damn mind, Kate.  I told you, she left town.”

              He laughed and grabbed his stomach like he was falling over it was so funny.

              “I'm fucking serious Bellamy.  Nice try... she left town.  Yeah right, you could have come up with a better cover up than that.  I saw it on the news while you were paying the delivery guy.  Channel 43.  Turn. It. Back. On.”

              I motioned the knife towards the remote that was laying on the couch.

              He put hands up towards me as if in an effort to say '
don't shoot'
.  Then he took a few slow steps towards the remote, but he kept his eyes glued on mine.  He bent at the waist to pick up the remote and flipped the TV back on to Channel 43.  The news was on a commercial and I stood at least ten feet away from him while we waited to see if the story would run again.  I didn't dare take my eyes off of him.  A few silent minutes and several commercials later, the news returned.  By the third story, the original story about Beth's murder replayed.  Bellamy watched contently until the story was over.  He didn't say a word the entire time.

              Bellamy took a deep breath and blew it out in frustration, but he didn't say any thing.

              “You fucking did it.  Didn't you... you bastard!  I heard you in your office the other day talking with Turner about getting rid of her.”

              My shaky hand with the knife pointed towards him still as tears began to fall heavily from my eyes.

              “And then you had to go and be so wonderful to me.  I tried so hard to brush it off.  I told myself that what I thought was going on wasn't really happening.”

              I wiped my tear coated cheek with the back of my free hand.

              “Kate... Let me explain.”

              “No Bellamy, don't you even dare.  You don't get to say a thing.  I trusted you!  I gave you every part of me.  You said you wouldn't hurt me!”

              My heart raced and I felt like I was going to pass out as my stomach grew nauseous with  feelings of disbelief and disgust.  Every nerve in my body began to tingle and I am sure it was my adrenaline preparing me to make a run for it.

              At that very moment, I heard a loud ding and the elevator doors could be heard opening behind me.  I turned my head to quickly take a look.  Turner walked in casually.  With Beth.  Beth?!  Beth is dead!!  Turner had his hand draped playfully around her waist and she smiled at me.

              “Hey Katie!”  Beth squealed in excitement as she walked into the sitting room with Turner at her side.

              When my brain finally caught up to what my eyes were seeing, I dropped the knife from my hand like a ten pound bag of bricks.  It it made a loud clanking noise as it hit the hard wood floor.

              “Back from the dead so soon I see?”

              The tone in Bellamy's voice was evil like they were playing some sick game.

              “Yes, well I think I look pretty hot for a dead chick.  Don't you think, Katie?” Beth eyed me as she spoke.

              At that moment, I watched as Turner's eyes suspiciously darted to look at Bellamy who was still behind me, out of my line of sight.  As I turned my head to follow his stare, I heard a few loud footsteps rush me from behind.  Then the room began to spin and everything went completely black.