Billionaire's Revenge (15 page)

Looking at the time
,
she groaned, shocked that she would have slept so long
,
a chuckle rising to her lips
“
‘
T
hat man is going to kill me
”,
she thought
,
another mo
re wicked one adding
“
‘but what a way to go
”,
aware as she laughed out loud at her wanton thoughts.  Being
Darius Garelli
’s mistress had
its benefits
she thought, before anothe
r
pushed its way into her mind, her mouth becoming more serious.

Edith offered to bring her breakfast in the dining room, but smiled warmly as a nervous Sara asked softly if she could remain in the kitchen, her promises not to get in the way bringing a huge grin on the other woman’s face.
 
“It would be nice to have some company”
,
sh
e declared breezily, joining Sara for some tea as the younger woman demolished a full breakfast before giving a groan
.

“I am going to get fat on your cooking Edith”
,
her eyes
twink
led
,
“but it is
sooooo
good
”
Edith
laugh
ed
back.  The backdoor opening
heralded the arrival of Edith’s husband John, a kindly happy man who
gave
Sara a hearty handshake.
 
“Darius asked me to show you the cars when you have a moment...said you would want one to get about”

Sara raised her eyebrow
s
in surprise, delighted that he
remembered her request from the previous evening.
 
“He als
o
had
this delivered for you, s
aid you were to keep it on you at all times”.  Sara opened the box which
was
slid across to
her;
a large smile fill
ed
her features seeing the top of the rang
e smart phone within.  She pulled it out, playing with all the buttons and options as the other two
sh
ook
their heads
.

“Can’t get the hang of those things”
,
Edith declared as she once more moved over to the sink.  “Get no privacy these days
”
Sara
held down the comment that
this was the whole point of giving the phone to her.  He wanted her at his beck and call 24/7 and now she
had
no excuse not to be where sh
e was told to be.  Still looking at the
phone
she
had
not minded as she downloaded ringtones and sync
h
ed
it
with
the
contact lists on her other phone.  Hol
ding down the laugh as she placed the
device
in her bag she
knew that she truly was a geek.

Looking at her watch she frowned, jumping to her feet.  She had
an appointment at two
, one that she could not miss.  Making a mental note to drop in to see her mother while she was out, knowing that the older woman would otherwise use her absence as an excuse to visit her, especially when she realised wher
e
Darius Garelli
lived.
  John led her to a large garage, Sara making an appreciative whistle as the ‘estate’ cars came into view.  She
only ever owned a car once, a small sedan which was ten years old
and prone to breaking down and she wandered around
the luxurious sport and muscle cars, her teeth savaging her bottom lip.

“They are
...
big”
,
she finally managed as John
gave
a small laugh, before moving to the very back of the garage
. 
“What about this one
? 
Darius bought it for an old lady friend of his”
,
pausing at the realisation of what he said, his features flushed with embarrassment as Sara
gave
him a reassuring smile “It is OK John, Darius is a man of the world”
,
instantly seeing the look of relief on the kindly
man’s
face as he opened the door to th
e small yellow sports car.

“This is much more of a woman’s car Miss”
,
he spoke
.
“Sara”
,
she corrected, John giving her a grin back.
 
“Why don’t you take her for a spin
?
”
he said softly as another door on the other side of the garage opened, Sara nodding enthusiastically.

The car was a dream to drive and she felt glamorous as she drove to her appointment.  Dressed in designer slacks and top, Sara looked amazing, instantly seeing the difference in the way she
was
treated by all but the most important person she was there to meet.  This made her feel better, her mind softly musing as she
drove
the car to her
mother’s
house - perhaps she could pull it off after all.

Pulled up outside the colonial home which her mother and father had
owned all of her life, she groaned
,
spotting
her sister
’
s car, tempted to drive off.  However, with a sigh she
knew that she would need to speak to them, needing also to check on any progress from the detective.  The choice was also taken out of her hands as the front door opened and an excited David charged towards her.  She only managed to get out of the car as he launched himself into her arms, his small hands encircling her neck.

“Aunty Sara!
”
his voice so full of genuine pleasure at seeing her, as she scooped him up into her arms
,
hugging him tightly making loud squeezing noises as he giggled hysterically.

“Oh my God...look at you!”
Angela’s voice
was
stunned, Sara placing the small boy back on his feet.
 
“Are those new clothes? Who did your hair? Where did you get the car?”
T
he questions all tumbled from her open mouth as she stared at her younger sister.  Sara moved inside, her voice clipped.
 
“Yes they are new clothes...can’t remember the name of the stylist ... and wh
ere
do you think
?
”
her answers short and direct as she glowered at her sister.
  With that she moved into the kitchen
where she
knew
she would find the other woman, her welcom
e smile not hiding the glint of greed as
her
eyes swept down her youngest daughter
.

“You look wonderful darling”
,
she gushed, moving forward and pulling Sara in for a hug
. 
Angela
gave
a derisory laugh as she
threw
herself onto one of the stools lined against the island in the centre of the room.
 
“You seem to have slotted right into the role of mistress”
,
her voice vindictive as she sneered nastily.  Sara turned on her
,
“You forget why I am there at all, and the clothes are not for my sake...they
are
for his”

Her mother’s voice had
been
conciliatory
as she
threw a glare
at her
eldest
daughter
,
“Of course they are dear...and Angela and I are eternally thankful for what you are doing
”
Sighing
heavily
,
Sara
sat down also
as she slid
a piece of paper to her mother.
 
“I thought that you should know where I am staying.  We moved to his main home yesterday.  That is the address and phone number
”
Reading
the slip of paper her mother’s eyes opened wide in shock “He lives there!”
Her
eyes flying to
Sara’s
.
“How rich is he?”

Sara felt the distaste of the question as she
shook her head “I have no idea...nor do I have any interest...have you heard anything from the detective?”
 
Both
shook
their heads
,
a
desolate
look on each of their faces
. 
“Nothing.
  He
can’t
seem to find any trace of him after he left that night.  He seems to think that this is a good thing...that may
be he is hiding out somewhere.  Said that if he is still in the country
then all the money will be close by too”

She nodded, a smile lighting her lips.  “Makes sense...just need one break”
,
the others nodding back.  The sound of a received text made her sigh as she pulled the phone she
had
been given out of her bag, Angela giving a long moan.
 
“I
...
is
that what I think it is
...
do you have any
idea how much those things cost
?
T
hey are the most expensive
s
mart phones
ou
t
there
”
Sara
read
the
text
, frowning.  The short message
informed her that he would be home by six that evening and expect
ed
her to accompany him to a meal with a business
acquaintance and his wife
.  Sarah gave
a long sigh

“No...But I know what I am being made to pay
”
Her
lips tighten
ed
as she stood
, her voice dripping with sarcasm.  “I have to go.  My Master calls”

That night Sara found herself enjoying the meal.  The couple
,
Daniel and
Kathryn
Taylor
,
were
fun
to be with
.  She
found herself laughing as they turned out to be old friends of Darius’ both taking considerable delight in telling her stories about him.  He groaned begging for mercy, his eyes darting to hers as he gave as good as he got.  They had
been curious to know about Sara, she opening up to
the two as she
told them of having completed her degree in business management, Darius’ ey
e
brow
s
lifting as he
sounded surprised
.

“You never told me that”
,
he
smiled as she
g
ave
a return one
.
“You never asked”
  B
oth their eyes
held
the others
, Sara feeling the electricity flowing between them, both unable to look away as the other  two
looked on, Daniel
finally
giving a soft cough
.
“Get a room
,
you t
w
o”
,
he
chuckled as they
both tor
e
their eyes from the other
, Sara
dropping hers in confusion.

That night as he
took
her into his arms she
melted willingly against him, her hands pulling his head towards her as she
once more allowed this man to take her to all new heights of pleasure, neither sleeping until they
lay
spent and exhausted in the other
’
s arms.

For the next few days the two
slipped into a routine.  Darius would work till late, returning home just in time to have dinner with Sara.  From there he would move into his office to continue with work, while
she
read or flicked through
apartment
and job listings.  With a definite date given to her by Darius, she
scheduled several appointments, determined to become settled as quickly as possible.  Every second day, she would keep the one appointment sh
e most looked forward too
;
having to leave hurt her more and more each time.