Millionaire's Society Mistress (19 page)

While the search was on going, the panic had turned to fear and terror as amongst other facts it became apparent that she had not taken out any more money since that night. Craig had replayed the events of that evening, realising just how wrong he had been. The position he had tried to put her in, knowing that she would never have agreed to that kind of relationship. Realising that what he had done to her was every bit as bad as Donald had done, worse even.

As Scott and his wife Natalie with their young sons had insisted on coming over to help in the search, he had rented them a home, Scott beside himself with worry. While he had blamed himself, Scott had been more supportive than he deserved, both men focussed on her safe return.

After three months the breakthrough they had all been hoping and praying for had come, as one of the investigators had unearthed a photo of a young women and a Canadian town requesting information on the unknown person with amnesia.

Craig had remembered seeing the frightened image of the bruised and distraught Fiona, both wanting to cry with relief and moan at the state she was in. Both Scott and he had immediately taken his small jet to the tiny backwater town, splitting up when they got their looking for her whereabouts. It had been Craig who had eventually tracked her down as he had moved into the diner for a coffee to ward off the bitter cold of the Canadian oncoming winter.

“Craig!!”

The other voice had snapped him back to the present as both men had looked around as Scott had ran along the corridor to meet them, his face full of fear

“What happened….did you find her?”

Craig nodding, as he had relayed the news from the doctor, Scott falling to squat on his knees, his head in his hands breathing heavily with relief

“Thank God, thank God” he had repeated over and over, before finally standing, such relief on his face

“Can we see her…I need to see her”

Craig had nodded softly

“When she wakes up…we can see her then”

Turning he had moved over to Stuart

“Scott…this is Stuart…he pulled Fiona from the car”

Stuart had been taken aback as the other man had grabbed him in a bear hug, before pulling back, his face so full of emotion

“Thank you…thank you for saving my sister”

Stuart smiling back not really knowing what to say as he had nodded “Erm…you’re welcome”

For the next ten minutes the two had listened to him as he had filled them in on her life in the past three months. Both men once more thanking him for the care he had given to her as he had ensured that she had somewhere to live and a job.

“It wasn’t hard…she is a good person” he had said, before moving to meet an older couple who had come into the area, their faces full of concern also. Pulling them over he had introduced his parents to Craig and Scott, both men again thanking them for their kindness. As the group had talked the doctor had once more entered the room, a hushed silence falling as they had looked at him with expectation all feeling the relief as the man had smiled warmly at them.

“Fiona is awake”

Everybody in the room as one moving forward as the man had held up his hand.

“Do we have any family members here?”

Scott moving forward nodding

“Yes…I’m her brother”

The doctor smiling and turning to lead him to where she was. Pausing and turning, Scott had indicated that Craig should join him. As the two men had moved to her room the doctor had stopped outside her door, his face becoming more serious

“She is very emotional. The amnesia stopped the real horror of what happened really hitting her. But now she is experiencing it almost as though it just happened. I think that you should know that”

Moving into the room, Scott had rushed over to his sister his arms pulling her in harder, his eyes misting over as she had wrapped her arms around his neck sobbing hysterically.

From the back of the room Craig had ran his fingers through his hair, relief filling him seeing her, finally after all those months just seeing her well.

As brother and sister had finally broken apart, her eyes had fallen on Craig, pain filling her lovely features as she had stared in disbelief at him being there.

Moving forward he had sat on the other side of the bed from Scott, her eyes never leaving him once.

“Craig?” her voice weak and so full of emotion, before the tears had once more risen to her eyes.

“Please go…just please go”

“Fiona…I..” he had began as she had once more thrown herself into her brother’s arms, her voice almost lost as she had begged “Please ask him to go…please Scott…please”

Craig feeling as if his stomach was being ripped apart as Scott had looked at him, his eyes pointedly telling him to leave. Rising Craig had moved from the room, feeling as tears had slid down his face wanting so badly to tear her out of her brother’s arms and pull her into his.

Moving back to the others, they had looked at each other taking in the upset of the man before them.

“How is she?” Stuart had asked gently, as Craig had regarded them seriously

“She is upset…emotional. With the memories coming back…it is hitting her hard”

Stuart’s mother had moved towards him, her voice kindly

“If I know Russ…Alanna…I mean Fiona’s doctor…he will insist she stays overnight. Why don’t you and Scott come to stay with us tonight? We have a spare room…and of course Fiona’s flat.”

Nodding softly Craig had struggled to thank the woman moving over to sit and wait for Scott, the other man joining them only five minutes later. He had looked over at Craig, his face serious as he had moved over to join him, his voice soft. “She is upset Craig…needs time”

He nodding as he had ran his hand over his face “I know…I guess I should have expected it”

That night the family had put Scott in their spare room as Craig had taken the basement flat. Wandering around he had seen small signs of her everywhere. Lifting her pillow, his eyes had closed as he had breathed in her smell, his mind once more seeing the way she had looked at him, the pain that seeing him had filled her with, once more groaning in misery, not understanding the sensations ripping through him.

The following morning Scott and Craig had returned to the hospital, Scott moving into her room as he had waited outside. After half an hour, he had slipped out of the room, giving Craig a small reassuring nod.

“She wants to see you” Craig giving a relieved smile as he had moved into the room. She had sat against a pillow warily watching as he had approached the bed. Taking the seat that had been pulled up beside her he had made to take her hand, Fiona pulling it away, her eyes warning him to back off, Craig not commenting as he had fixed a smile on his face.

“How are you feeling?” he had asked softly, as she had looked deeply into his eyes. Ignoring the question she had shaken her head

“Why are you here Craig?” her voice almost dead, cold.

“Shouldn’t you be getting married?” Craig wincing slightly as he had shaken his head dropping his eyes from her accusing ones.

“I’m sorry Fiona…you caught me by surprise seeing the letter”

His head shaking as he had groaned softly “I keep replaying that night…I never thought you would leave like that”

His head lifting to look into her eyes

“I didn’t mean it Fiona. I would never marry Alanna…You were nearly killed because…” his voice had cracked, the pain so obvious. Fiona had wanted to reach out to run her fingers through his hair, to console him gripping her fingers in her hands as she had felt the tears once more sliding down her face.

“You hurt me so much Craig” seeing as he had nodded, his eyes full of pain “I’m sorry…so sorry Fiona”

“I can’t do this Craig…I can’t live like this anymore. I just want to go home”

Nodding he had given a smile “Of course…you need to be home…you have been through hell Fiona. I can rent the MacDonald place and we…”

Shaking her head she had given another small moan “No” her eyes harder “I want to go back to my home Craig…back with Scott and Nat” Blinking back tears “Alone…without you”

He had looked at her with pain in his “Please Fiona…you have to give me a chance to make this right”

Her head shaking again “I can’t…I just can’t. I need time”

The horror of invading memories had filled her lovely features as her hands had visibly shaken “I saw her eyes before we crashed” she had whimpered, a sob once more leaving her “She knew she was going to die….she knew” Sobs once more leaving her, as Craig had risen pulling her into his arms, holding her to him as he had made soothing noises against her, needing to comfort her.

After several moments, her sobbing had slowed down as she had pushed him from her, hands wiping away the tears from her lovely face “I need to go home” her voice firmer as she had tried to calm herself.

Nodding he had given a small sigh “I’ll organise everything…this time tomorrow I promise you will be back home”

Lifting her eyes warmth had been in them for the first time as she had nodded “Thank you” her only comment, before she had turned from him, her mind elsewhere as he had left the room, pulling out his phone to make the arrangements necessary.

A month later Fiona had groaned seeing the car that had moved along the road leading up to the Campbell estate. She had not recognised it, knowing that Donald had told her that he was picking up a new car that week. With a sigh, she had turned back towards the house, sorely tempted to keep walking and to avoid the visitor, however, when she had done that before, Donald, let in by the cleaner had only waited for her until she had returned.

With a smile she had felt guilty at her thoughts. Donald had been so attentive, showering her with flowers and gifts not pushing her as the two had talked constantly. Frowning she had known that he hoped for more, realising that all the negative thoughts she had for him had disappeared with all the time they had spent together. Giving another sigh she had also known that she did not love him, and that she never would, trying each time he would attempt to kiss her to explain that she could only be friends. Donald however had smiled patiently telling her that friends was a good start.

Craig had tried to contact her, Fiona refusing to take his calls or his emails. Scott had tried to tell her that she needed to talk to him, she shaking her head with determination, not seeing the pain that would fill her eyes, each time she had refused.

Entering the house she had moved to the living room, knowing that he would have moved into there. Putting on a bright smile she had laughed as she entered.

“Sweet car Donald…” stopping in her tracks seeing the man who stood in the middle of the room, her eyes widening with shock.

“Craig!” her voice breaking, as inexplicably, tears had risen to her eyes.

Craig had frowned hearing the other man’s name mentioned, biting back the comment that had risen to his lips

“Sorry…not Donald” he had said softly, his eyes flicking over her, seeing how much better she looked. Over the past month while she had refused to communicate with him, Scott had become a real friend letting him know how well she was doing, Craig needing so badly to know that she was well.

“What are you doing here?” she had groaned softly as he had moved towards her

“I came to see you”

Fiona had shaken her head as she had backed out of the room, her features showing her shock and pain “I don’t want you here” her green eyes had pled “Please just leave”

Shaking his head firmly Craig had moved further into the room, looking out of the window, Fiona stopping as she had frowned. Standing with his hands pushed firmly into the trouser pockets of his suit he had once more looked over at her.

“I don’t think so Fiona”

Scowling in confusion she had hesitated before moving back into the room feeling as anger had filled her “Why can’t you just take a hint Craig…I don’t want you here…I don’t want YOU”

Seeing as he had chuckled softly, Fiona staring at him with disbelief “You think this is funny?” she had thrown at him as he had turned to look at her

“Yes”

Fiona glaring at him

“I think we both know that you don’t mean a word of what you just said”

Blustering as her hands had flailed by her side, she had scowled at him “You have lost your mind Craig”

Smiling he had moved closer towards her. “Really…you really don’t have any feelings for me?”

Fiona furiously shaking her head “None…none at all”

With no warning he had cleared the space between them, Fiona gasping, the sound turning to a groan as he had pulled her into his arms before dropping his head to kiss her. As his mouth had covered hers, she had fought him, trying so hard to push him from her feeling the panic rise as her body had cried out for him. However as his tongue had slipped along her lips she had given up, falling against him, her hands flying around his neck, as he had moved her back to push her against the wall.

“Fiona, my god, I’ve missed you” his voice so tortured as she had whimpered softly in his arms, pulling her hands from around his neck and raising them over her head as his mouth had ran along her neck, Fiona dropping her head to give him more access, finding herself nodding and panting with him.

“I’ve missed you too”, his mouth once more taking hers as he had released her hands his arms moving around her waist hauling her hard up against the throbbing hardness of him hearing as she had groaned, whimpering once more as he had pulled back slightly from her. Resting his head against her forehead his eyes had closed with the desire flooding through him, his voice tight with that need.

“We need to talk…we really need to talk”

Fiona groaning as she had tried to kiss him back, Craig pulling back with determination as he had taken her hand leading her over to a couch. Sitting he had taken her hands in his, feeling as they had shaken, Fiona still stunned with what had just happened, her eyes full of confusion as she had fought with the emotions flying through her. For a month she had been coming to terms with what had happened, telling herself that she was over him, that she did not love him. Yet with just one kiss he had brushed all those assertions aside and she had known beyond any doubt that she loved him every bit as much as she had before she left, her eyes rising to look into his with pain.