His Obsession(10)

Cadeon finished his explanation. Stephen was sick to his stomach remembering the events. He got angry, but he’d never take it out on a woman.

“How we managed to keep this club out of the media still surprises me,” Stephen said. “At the time, Black had tried to blame his whole personality on the club. He tried to make his defence based on multiple brain-washing in turn making him believe that beating a woman was the right thing to do.”

Lucas cursed, and so, too, did all the other men.

“I’ll contact James and let him know what’s going on. Black is still a powerful man. If I know him like I think I do then he’s already on the steps to getting out of jail.”

“Wouldn’t his money have gone to Rebecca because of the divorce and his being in prison? She’d have to help him,” Lucas said.

“No. The money remains with Lloyd. Rebecca got nothing in the divorce settlement. I would guess that his oldest son from his previous marriage would be handling all of the business until Lloyd got out. But Rebecca didn’t get a penny of his money. The moment he was arrested she had nothing to her name. Everything she has now is what all the members of the club have banded together to support her. We look after our own,” Stephen said. “The son needs looking into. I’ve denied his request to join. The rumour about him is that he’s as sick as his father only worse. He likes to cause pain. Lots of it. I’m talking seriously kinky, verging on being kicked out of the kinkiest club.”

“I’ll handle the son,” Sean said.

“Are you ready for that?” Lucas asked.

“Yes. You’ve given up, and I need to fill my time.”

Stephen watched the two men, curious about the tension between them. “Right, until we know anything further, petitions and applications will stop. I’m not dealing with this shit without this behind us.” He tossed the files into the trash can.

“You’ll need to talk with the rest of the men,” Cadeon said.

After the meeting in his office Stephen gave a brief talk before leaving for the night. He wasn’t interested in being at a club where he felt like he didn’t belong. At home he sat down in his sitting room staring at the television. He hadn’t turned the unit on. The thought of sitting down and watching something left him depressed. Looking at the whiskey decanter he considered losing himself to the alcohol haze that would allow him to sleep without dreaming.

He thought about Ursula. Stephen wanted to be able to go to her at a moment’s notice and knew if he drank that would be impossible. Turning away from the drink, he took a cold shower before climbing into bed.

Thinking about Ursula sent a stirring deep inside him. Right now she was probably lying with her boyfriend. His hands fisted in the blanket as he thought of that asshole touching her. Would she moan her pleasure like she did for him?

Stephen went to sleep, his anger sizzling beneath the surface at the image of Ursula with another man. No woman had ever made him angry. What was it about her that made him react in such a way?





Chapter Four





Two weeks passed without any problems. Winter was taking hold, and Ursula hated walking home in the cold. She didn’t want to ask for a ride. Stephen was always busy. Their conversation had been reserved to talking about world events, meaning the financial crisis and how she was getting on at school.

The teasing had stopped to be replaced by seriousness. He never asked about Paul, and for that she was grateful. Paul hadn’t touched her since the wrist incident. She knew something would happen soon. Every time he came to bed and tried it on, she rebuffed him complaining of a headache.

After college, she walked to Stephen’s house to find several cars in the driveway. She opened the door, putting her coat and bag away in the places he’d told her. Placing her key in the pot next to his, she walked down the hall. The sound of voices coming from his office made her stop. She stood in the doorway. Five men and Stephen were seated, talking. He looked up and smiled. She couldn’t help it. She smiled back at him.

“If I knew you didn’t have anything to do but chat I’d have demanded a lift as well,” she said.

“I already pay you well.”

“You get your money’s worth out of me, and we both know it. Am I cooking for more than two?” she asked, turning her attention to the other men.

“Who are you?” the one with dark hair and a curious frown asked her.

“The cleaner and cook.” She felt all of their eyes on her. “Do you guys want a drink?” Ursula turned her gaze back to Stephen. “You’re being incredibly rude, or does your staff not get an introduction?” She folded her arms under her breasts.