My Son(47)

As she cleared the corner she had came across the pool area, where to her surprise Marc was standing on the side ready to dive in. For a second Kelly had considering whether or not to retreat back into the cover of the bushes, however, the sight of his long muscular body had frozen her to the spot, the memories of that body touching her, exploring her, kissing her causing her to shiver gently.

As she had stood indecisively he dove cleanly into the water. She had instinctively known that he would be an excellent swimmer; he had the body of a swimmer, with wide muscular shoulders tapering down to a slim waist. Having swum the full length of the pool and performed a smooth changeover at the other side he had returned and standing up, he had then seen her standing there. She had watched as his whole body had tightened and slowly she moved forward.

“Marc..” she said softly her voice tremulous

“About yesterday…..I shouldn’t have said what I did”

He had cut her off dryly his tone almost bored

“Don’t worry about it” watching as she had nervously played with her hands

“At least we both know where we stand”

She once more opened her mouth to continue, as he had held up a hand to silence her

“Was there anything else” he asked a hard edge to his voice

“Because I would like to swim alone…..Unless of course you’re offering more freebies”

Kelly had reeled back in shock. Her large eyes full of hurt as she had whispered

“I didn’t deserve that”

Before turning and stumbling back towards the house. Behind her she had heard Marc swearing angrily hearing the unmistakable sound of him pulling himself from the water in a quick fluid movement.

“Kelly.. Wait” he had cried

Feeling the tears rising once more to her eyes she had needed to get away and was almost running in her need to put as much distance between them as she could. However within a few paces, she had felt his hands on her arm stopping her in mid stride before turning her around to face him as she had kept her head lowered refusing to let him see the hurt in her eyes. Hearing him groan she had continued to keep her head down

“I’m sorry… I don’t know why I said that”

“It doesn’t matter” she managed to say still looking at her feet, as she had felt his finger hook under her chin and gently but firmly lift her face so that she was forced to look up to meet his gaze.

She had taken a small intake of breath seeing the fire in his dark eyes as they had blazed into hers

“It does matter…I shouldn’t have said it”

“You only said what you thought” Kelly managed softly

“No….I just….” He had faltered a frustrated expression crossing his face

“You drive me crazy Kelly…. One minute your right there with me…. And the next..”

He had groaned once more, before pulling her in closely to him and closing his mouth over hers. Feeling his touch on her lips Kelly had given a soft moan and her whole body had melted against him her need for him once more rising to the fore, as with a tortured sigh her hands had moved up to wind around his neck. His strong arms had snaked around her waist crushing her against his hard wet body and she had felt the heat rising inside her threatening to destroy the last vestige of will power she possessed.

“No..” she cried out pulling her lips from his and pushing him at arms distance.

“I can’t” she had cried in an anguished voice

“Like that” he whispered his voice ragged

She was shaking her head with as much determination as she could muster

“No Marc… we can’t, I can’t” she cried, her eyes staring wildly at him seeing the smouldering look in his

“He’s not Danny Kelly” Marc had cried out to her

“He could never care for you the way I do.”

Kelly could not understand what he was saying. Who wasn’t Danny?

“I want you” he murmured softly once more making to move towards her as she had stumbled backwards

“No Marc…..You’re wrong…. You’re so wrong”

She had cried, before with a small sob, turning and running back to the house, only stopping when she was safely in her room. Pulling off her wet clothes with trembling fingers she had played over the conversation in her head. She couldn’t understand what he was talking about why he had mentioned Danny. Who could never care for her? Before it had finally dawned on her that he was talking about Philip. He still believed that she was out to get Philip and she had moaned with frustration. So he wanted her to be his mistress and not Philips and remembering him say that Phil could not care for her as well as he could, she had become angry. Marc De Santo wasn’t capable of real love, how long would he care for her, how long would it be before he bored of her, and what would happen to her and Max when he did.