Billionaire's Revenge (18 page)

Reaching the door
,
Sara
welcomed her mother and nephew, David’s small face full of relief to be away from his grandmother, Sara only able to imagine how bad the night
had
been for him.
 
“Aunty Sara”
,
he
cried as she
lifted him, giving him a tickle as he
laughed
the
b
oisterous
laugh of a small child.

“Good God Sara.  This place is amazing”
,
her mother
gushed as she
stared around at the elegant and
tasteful
décor.
“The gardens alone...and that gate
”
Her
daughter
h
e
l
d
down the groan as she
took
the bag from the other
woman’s
fingers.

“Yes...it is very nice.  Now promise me mother that you or Angela will be here tomorrow for
1:00
.  I have an appointment at 2:00...and I cannot be late...promise me”
 
Her mother
patted her arm absently
,
“Of course...I said we would and we will”
 
Sara’s eyes narrowed as she
repeated her words
,
ensuring that her mother understood how important the time for collecting David
was, her mother giving her an annoyed return
look
,
repeat
ing
irritably
,
“I said we would be here...and we will...now have a good time you two”
,
her last words, as w
ith a wave of her hand she was gone.

“OK champ”
,
she
laughed
,
“How would you like to see a
lady who makes
the BEST
cupcakes in the ent
ire world
?
”
,
as the young boy in her arms nod
d
ed
furiously, his lovely face breaking out into a huge smile as Sara
moved to the kitchen where an excited Edith was waiting with more
cup
cakes than was healthy for
a dozen small boys.

Darius
entered his home, much earlier than most days having cancelled several meetings.  He
was not
sure why he
felt the need to be home, knowing that
she would have her nephew taking up her time and energy.  Moving around the first floor, there
was
no sign of them
before
he
looked out of the window, a high happy squeal drawing him there.
 
From his vantage point
,
he
watched as Sara
played in the garden with a small boy, a smile coming to his handsome fe
atures.  She
had
been pla
ying hide
and seek, the
child
only part
i
ally hidden behind a bush, his red top making him
particularly
easy to see.  Sara however,
stood with her hands on
her hip
s
, Darius not able to hear what was being said, as she
made a
point of looking everywhere but w
here he hid. 

She
finally stood with her back to him close enough for the child to sneak up behind her, his small arms wrapped around her legs, Sara’s hands flying to her heart as though she
had
been surprised,
the
so
und of the happy laughs of the
boy
reaching him.  He
laughed himself as she
fell
to the ground
,
the
child
pushing against her legs
,
before throwing hims
elf onto her stomach, Sara catching him before he could hurt
her.  She
then
gave
an evi
l laugh
, the high pitched sound reaching him, t
he boy
squealing
even louder as he
tried to get away, her arms wrapped around him as she
started to tickle him.

Darius
watched
thoughtfully
, his mind full of Sara Balfour.  He understood women, he knew what they wanted, but she was confusing him.  Her actions six years previous
had
been unforgivable, yet
his perception of her as a cold using manipulator was becoming harder and harder to hold on to.  Edith and
the rest of the household
had
nothing bu
t praise to heap on the woman, D
arius telling himself that she was only charming them as she
had
the contractors in the past.

When he would take her in his arms at night it became even harder to think of her as co
ld, their lovemaking full of
passion and heat.  He had
never been short of lovers, but never before
had
he met somebody who reacted to him as she did, nor if he was truthful
,
one who he reacted to
so strongly
.  With a grimace he
knew
that
despite the fact that they
had
not been
together for even a week
,
Sara was getting to
o
close.
  Perhaps it was time to cut her loose, as he
threatened to do from the first time he
laid out his plan.

Moving back upstairs he
quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt, already knowing that
he would not be throwing her
out that weekend.
 
Outside
,
Sara
gently kicked the blue ball that David
produced from his toy bag, his small face serious as he
ran forward, his small legs kicking the ball a distance before he
caught up with
it
.
Sara pretend
ed
not to be
able to catch him as he
moved ever closer to the
two shirts which
had
been fashioned into
makeshift goals, throwing his hands up as he
kicked it between the
m.
 
“Goal!!
”
his delight
ed cry
made her
laugh
as she
feigned
tiredness.

“Darn...too good for me...I need to get my breath”
,
surprised as David
became
silent, his
small body moving closer to her
as he
stared at something behind her.  Turning
,
she
gave
a small gasp seeing Darius move towards them.  Not dressed in the suit of that morning but jeans, his look directed at her
before
he
smiled at the little boy, shyly and warily watching the stranger striding towards them.
 
Straightening
,
she
felt her pulse quicken, her heart beating wil
dly within her chest, as once
more her body
lurched to instant awareness of this man who was blackmailing her in such an immoral way.  However, she could not deny that it
had
taken very little for her to become more than just a willing participant in t
heir steamy nights of sex.

“Darius...I didn’t realise you would be so early”
,
she
managed, wondering if they
had
been making too much noise, her mind wondering what else to do with David
. 
“Got finished early”
,
h
e
smiled as he came level with them, h
is eyes turned to David
.
 
“You must be David”
,
he
smiled, the young boy nodding shyly back, as Darius
placed his foot on the ball
which the young boy
had
discarded
, flicking it into the air
he
bounced
it on his knee.  David
rushed forward, hi
s eyes large
,
his mouth rounded as he
admired Darius’ ability with the ball
.
 
“Wow”
,
he
cried
,
Sara moving forward as she
raised an eyebrow, impressed with his skill.

“David...this is Darius”
,
her tone playful
,
“I think maybe he is a bit of a soccer shark”
Darius
laugh
ed
back
as
he
allowed the ball to roll
to David, who
tried to flick the ball the same way he
had
moments before.
 
“In Europe
,
we call it football”
,
he
declared, David’s head bobbing up and down “I know...I watch it on telev
ision.  My mum lets me”
,
he
declared seriously, Sara seeing as like her
,
Darius
struggled to hold back a laugh.

“W
ell how about I take you and your aunty on”
,
he
declared, David grinning from ear to
ear
at the gauntlet
that
had
been thrown down. 
For the next hour, the three
played, Darius allowing David to keep getting the ball,
evilly
laughing as he would pick up the child to steal it back from him,
each and every time David giggling hysterically as
Sara
would step in and pretend to rescue him, often holding
Darius around the waist as she would cry to him to score. 
As he
ran forward, Darius would grab her and drop a kiss on her lips, his eyes full of laughter as the small boy would
run
back to them
,
delighted at his success.

Finally she
scooped up the little boy, Darius chuckling as she
tickled his stomach
,
the boy writhing uncontrollably within her arms.
 
“OK...where should we
have dinner?
”
her eyes dancing as he
cried out the name of a well known fast food restaurant,
Sara
feigning
surprise
. 
“Really...that is my favourite too!” 
David jumping up and down with delight as Darius
gave
a grimace, his eyes laughing.
 
“
I am sure there is one around here somewhere
...I will bring round the car
” Sara surprised that he would be coming with them.
 
“My mother left his car
-seat by the door”
,
she
mu
mbled, a strange pleasure
filling
her, one that she could not understand.

As they
queued for food, Darius
stared at the board, his features sombre as he
leant down to
Sara
. 
“We are still eating later right?
”
she
giggled
as she
nodded, her eyes full of humour
,
“Do what I do...order a coffee...he doesn’t notice, especially when he has his toy
”
He
gave
her a quick grin before they were served.  As they
sat i
n the uncomfortable plastic seats, the bright colours of the restaurant garish but fun
,
David
made short work of his food, Darius shaking his head as the small boy
moved to his second sachet of Ketchup.
 
“
Tell me h
e knows that isn’t a vegetable
?
”
he
joked with Sara who
laughed back.  “When you are four years old
,
ketchup is a food
group
all on its own”