White Diamonds (8 page)

“It will happen, honey.  Remember how Dante was conceived?  As soon as you stopped thinking about it, he was growing inside of you.”

“I know, but look at me.  I’m thinner than I was before I was pregnant.”

Wilson kissed the dark nipple that was pointed his way.  “These haven’t retreated.”

“Wilson, I’m serious.”

“So am I.  You’re gorgeous.  Give it a rest.”

It was a chilly evening when Vicki drove into the city to meet her husband for dinner in celebration of his promotion.  Dante was a year and a half old and she left him in the trusting care of Mrs. Adler.  Vicki wanted to drive by her old house but she was running late, so she stayed on the highway until she noticed the exit for the downtown area.  She took Wilson’s breath away when she entered the ballroom in a black cocktail dress she hadn’t worn in a long time.

“Is that new?” he whispered.

“It’s been awhile,” she giggled.  With her blonde hair curled at the ends, she nearly stole the thunder from her husband’s big night.

When Wilson was named chief financial officer and made partner of the firm, it was Vicki who was the proudest.  She knew how dedicated he was to the firm and how much his boss depended upon him.  Ownership in the firm was as important to Wilson as owning his own home, and no one was more deserving of both.

At the end of the evening, Wilson pressed the elevator button in the lobby and Vicki had barely entered when he took her into his arms and kissed her wildly.  He backed her into the corner and pulled her dress up to lay his hands upon the flesh and blood woman who was his.

“Wilson!”  Vicki lifted her arms to give herself to her man.  She didn’t care if anyone saw them.  The lingerie that matched her dress was new to Wilson and the silky material was made wet by the slightest touch of his hand.  “Oh, Wilson, I don’t think I can wait until we get home.”

When the elevator stopped, Wilson pulled Vicki’s dress down, kissed her lips as he ran his hands from nipple to nipple and watched as they tented out the little black dress, and led Vicki to a locked door.

“What’s this?”

“Open the door.”

Vicki opened the door to a luxurious hotel room.  “But don’t we have to go home?”

“Not tonight.”  He unzipped the dress and exposed Vicki’s nakedness to the room.  “Did you see the men in the room?  They were staring at you and undressing you with their eyes.”

Vicki giggled the way she used to and it drove Wilson mad with desire.  She lay down seductively on the bed, making a circle with her hand along the spread.  “What do you plan to do about it?”

The black tuxedo lay in a heap upon the floor as Wilson drew his wife to the edge of the bed.  He wrapped her legs around him and gripped her thighs.  Sliding the heading of his penis between her pussy lips made her clitoris respond and she pinched her nipples as she climaxed.  Wilson couldn’t wait any longer.  He entered her roughly, causing his sensual lover to gasp.  He fucked her hard and deep.  She was always more than ready for sex with Wilson, but tonight she wanted more than ever to feel him inside of her.

“Take me from behind,” she murmured.

“You’re going to make me stop right now?”

“Only for a second,” she promised.

He entered her the way he had when her belly was full of baby and she leaned down to allow him to go deeper.  “Your ass should be illegal, it’s so sexy…damn, woman.”

Vicki knew she was sexy, but Wilson was the only man who was allowed to witness that part of her.  She moved with him, wanting him to be as satisfied as she.  She grabbed onto a pillow as they rocked back and forth together.  As he came, he lay over her, holding the breasts that were the envy of every woman and the desire of every man.  Vicki spread her legs wide for her man as they lay flat upon the bed.  “Stay where you are,” she whispered.  “Fill me all night long.”

Wilson kissed her neck and pulled her earlobe into his mouth.  “I will fuck you until dawn if that’s what you want,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

“That’s what I want,” she said.

The young couple ignored the strange looks they received as they exited the lobby of the hotel the following morning in the same clothes they had worn the night before.  They were disheveled but they didn’t care.  They were in love.

When they returned to their country cottage, Vicki ran up to her bedroom to change clothes before Mrs. Adler noticed her wrinkled attire.

“Hiding from someone?” Wilson teased.

“She’s going to know what we’ve been doing.”

“I don’t think we invented sex.”  Wilson loved that Vicki showed her wild side only to him.  He wouldn’t share any part of her with anyone if he didn’t have to.

In sweat pants and a shirt, Vicki ran back down the stairs to see her son.  “Beth, we’re home.  Beth?”  Mrs. Adler wasn’t in the kitchen and the inn suddenly seemed very quiet.  “It’s too quiet,” she said aloud.  “Wilson!”  She screamed his name at the top of her lungs and he was at her side within seconds.

“What’s wrong?”

Vicki began to shake.  “Something’s wrong.  He’s gone.  Dante’s gone.  My son has been kidnapped.”

“Maybe the Adlers took him for a walk.”

Vicki ran through the cottage, slamming doors, screaming names, and rummaging through drawers.  She felt Wilson’s arms around her, steadying her, and she began to cry.  “Where is he?”

“I’m sure there’s an explanation.  Let me see if Mr. Adler is in the garage.”  When Wilson returned, he held Dante in his arms.

“What’s going on?”

“Take Dante and go up to the bedroom and lock the door.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

The crying infant wailed for his mother, and Vicki hurried up the stairs.  She locked the door, pulled off her shirt, and led her hungry son to her breast.  It seemed to quiet him but Vicki feared she would run out of milk before he was full.  “You dear sweet baby.  You’re starving.”  Wilson unlocked the door and stepped inside.  “He’s starving, Wilson.  Didn’t Beth feed him?”

Wilson sat down on the bed. “The Adlers are dead, Vicki.”

“What?”  She sat up and her son’s source of food was taken from him, resulting in a loud squeal of protest.  “Oh come here, sweetie.  There’s more.”

“It was the mafia, Vicki, with a note from your ex.”

“Where was Dante?”

“He was in his stroller.  It appears that the Adlers had returned from a walk when they were met with a surprise.”

“Is he after us?”

“No.  This is about money.  It seems the Adlers owned a home in the old neighborhood and when it was searched, there was money stashed in the basement.  It seems the pattern is that if money is found, your ex traces the owners’ whereabouts and demands more.  If they don’t comply, well…you know.”

“But they didn’t have any more.”

“You know the old saying…Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.  Well, the same can be said for found money.  You were right, honey, when you told me to get it out of the house.”

When Dante was finally full, Vicki lay down beside him, kissing him and warming him until he fell asleep.  “Are we next?”

Wilson sat down beside her.  “No, honey.  Your ex left his calling card out here, a big mistake no doubt made out of frustration or hate…whatever the reason.”  Sirens could be heard in the distance and Vicki sat up again.  “No, honey, stay here with Dante.  He needs his rest.  I called the authorities and I also called my boss.”

Wilson left Vicki alone with her son and also her thoughts.  She felt guilty about the money and about the past, and she wondered, “Are we destined to pay for the sins of our fathers?”  She looked down at her son and thought about his legacy.  What would it be?  She could hear men’s voices outside and she began to sing softly so that Dante didn’t wake up.  When the voices quieted, she heard the back door open.

Wilson opened the door to the bedroom.  “Vicki, it’s all over.”

“Why was your boss here?”

“He and I now own the business together and he was worried.  He has done a lot for me.”

“I know.  Is he still here?”

“He’s downstairs and he has made me an interesting offer.”

“What’s that?”

“Three days at home with you and two at the office in the city.  He plans to do the same, opposite my days, and when we need to discuss matters of business we can do it out here in private.  The time has arrived for our fine firm to leap into the technological age.”

Vicki put Dante into his crib and wrapped her arms around her husband.  Wilson ran his hands along Vicki’s back and said, “You may be seeing me a lot when I’m at home.”

Vicki kissed him, pressing her naked chest against him.  “Is that a dare?”

“It might be.”

“I’ll take that dare,” she said as she pulled on a shirt.

“You can’t wear see-through shirts while I’m here or I’ll never get anything done.”

Vicki left the door open and went down the stairs with Wilson following her.  She stared out at the woods and when she saw the garage, she stated firmly, “That will be demolished.”

Wilson wrapped his arms around her from behind.  “Whatever you want, you shall have.”

“Who will run the inn?”

“I thought we would hold off on that for a while.”

Vicki nodded.  Although they were not looking at each other, they could read each other’s body language.  “I’ve been keeping a secret from you, Wilson.”

Her tone was serious and Wilson tried to turn her around to face him but she stood firm.  “Sounds serious.”

“There is something you need to see.”

“Okay.”

Vicki didn’t make eye contact as she left the room to get her purse.  She pulled out the fragile document and handed it to him.

“What’s this?”

“I found it when I was painting.  It was the day you found me on the bed.  It made me sick to read it.”

Wilson sat down at the kitchen table and read the faded parchment word for word while Vicki looked out at the garage.  The yellow police lines were still around the structure and she wanted to tear the building down herself, board by board.  It was because of her that the Adlers had died and Wilson had been forced to leave his house.  She was his bad omen.  She didn’t hear him call her name and he turned around and pulled her down onto his lap.  “What do you plan to do with me now that you own me?”

Vicki broke away from him and turned to face him.  “It’s not funny, Wilson.  It’s not how it’s supposed to be…people owning people.”  She bit her lip to keep the tears inside of her.

“Vicki, you didn’t buy anyone.  Are you supposed to pay for the sins of your father, and if you are, for how long?  When will enough time have passed before you have paid the debt?”

“Don’t you see?  I’m a bad omen.  I cost you your house and I caused the death of two very good people, and I could have caused the death of our son.”

Wilson forced his hand inside of Vicki’s sweats and pressed it against her gut.  “I watched my son grow inside of you, right here, and no one was happier than I was.  You have given me everything a man could want.  You’re a loving mother, a sensual lover, and you have never denied me anything.  Is that a bad omen?  No Vicki, it’s not.”

Vicki sighed.  “But what if I can’t give you another child?”

“Is that what this is all about?  You’re not some factory for making babies.  You are my wife and I love you.  If it weren’t for you, I would have nothing.”

Vicki’s guilt began to fade somewhat but she doubted it would ever be gone completely.

“Come here, Vicki.”

Wilson led her to the fireplace in the cozy sitting room of the inn and tossed the document into the flames.  They watched as the old parchment turned to ashes and all but disappeared.  “How shall we celebrate?”  Wilson grabbed her and smoothly ran his hand into her loose fitting pants.  “I do believe you would run naked in the woods if you could.”

“Undergarments restrict movement,” she teased, swiveling around to straddle him.  She pulled at his tight shirt until it was off and then she backed up to unzip his jeans.  “These are much too tight,” she giggled as she felt along the hard thick shaft.  Wilson closed his eyes at the soft touch of his wife and when he felt her tongue on the head, his breath caught.  Vicki looked up at him as she swirled her tongue around and around, going all the way to the base.

“Vicki,” he gasped.

She had never done this to him before and she was as sensual with her tongue as she was with the rest of her body.  She took him into her mouth as far as she could and after only a few times, Wilson pulled her up, nearly tearing her clothes from her body.  “Wilson, you play so rough,” she teased.  He pulled her legs apart and watched as her breasts bounced on her chest.  He licked the brown nipples, teasing them as Vicki had teased the head of his cock, and he filled her as only he could do, taking the sensual woman and watching as she climaxed.  “Open your eyes,” he commanded.  Vicki watched as Wilson slid easily into her and then pulled her into his arms.  She kissed him and wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her up and down easily.  She could feel her wetness increase and she knew what was happening.  Her body was ripe for accepting her husband’s seed.  It was the same way she had felt at the hotel.  She couldn’t seem to get enough as she rode him.  “Give it to me,” she moaned, and Wilson filled the woman he loved.

Vicki lay over Wilson, pushing him to the floor.  After a long passionate kiss, she told him another secret.  “This is the perfect time.”

“Mmm, don’t I know it!”

“No, it’s the perfect time for…”  She stopped and looked at him.

“Oh, baby.”

“That’s right, Wilson.  The timing was perfect.”

Wilson pulled her down and pressed her head to his chest, hoping for her sake that she wouldn’t be disappointed again.

***

As a surprise for his beautiful wife, Wilson hired a nanny to help with Dante.  Vicki insisted that she didn’t need any help, but Wilson responded by saying, “I’m selfish.  There are times when I’m not willing to share you with anyone.”

The new nanny was an excellent cook and insisted upon making full course meals for the young couple, and she sewed the cutest outfits for Dante.  Two months after the nanny’s arrival, Vicki was dressing to meet her husband for lunch in the city when she noticed that her bra and panties were much too tight.  I’ve got to go on a diet, she thought, as she looked in the mirror.  Her butt was bigger and her lower belly was beginning to protrude.  “I’m pregnant!” she nearly shouted.  She was voluptuous like she was during her first pregnancy, and then she felt weak and sat down on the bed.  Just like the first time, she thought.  She thought about the miscarriage and how she had let Wilson down.

By the time she reached Wilson’s office, her tear stained face could not be hidden.

“What…what’s wrong, honey?”

Vicki unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped the loosest fitting pants she had been able to find inside her closet.  “Look at me!”

“Mmm, looks like home cooking has been good to you.”

“No, Wilson.  I’m pregnant!”

Wilson threw his arms around his curvy wife and she cried into his chest.  “But honey, it’s what we wanted.”

Vicki held onto him as she looked into his eyes, the tears streaming down her face.  “Don’t you get it?  This is exactly the way I looked during my first pregnancy, and just like that, the baby was gone.”

Wilson buttoned Vicki’s blouse and zipped her slacks.  Then he kissed her trembling lips.  “It doesn’t have to be that way, honey.”

“But I can’t be more than two months along and I’m huge.”

“You’re far from huge.  Would it make you feel better if we saw the doctor?”

Vicki nodded.  It was a long shot to get an appointment this late, but while Vicki was in the ladies room Wilson quietly explained his wife’s concerns and they agreed to see her.  Vicki knew the drill.  She had a battery of tests done and then she sat nervously waiting for the doctor while Wilson tried to convince her that everything was fine.

The doctor walked into the room and was hit immediately with a barrage of questions.  “It’s bad, isn’t it?  It’s just a matter of time until it falls out of me.”

“Not at all, Vicki.  You are a little over two months along, just like you thought, but the reason you feel a little larger…”

Vicki interrupted, “I don’t feel a little larger.  I’m huge.  You saw me.”

“Vicki, you are having twins.  Your body is making room for two babies.”

Vicki began sobbing and Wilson gasped in disbelief.

“I would say your hormone levels speak for themselves,” the doctor said as he handed Vicki a tissue.

Wilson rubbed her back.  “Honey, this is wonderful.  You’re happy, right?”

Vicki nodded and smiled through her tears.  She was ecstatic.

“Would you like to know the sex of the twins?”

“Okay,” Vicki sniffed.

“You’re having a boy and a girl.”

The news of giving Wilson a boy and a girl brought more sobs from Vicki.

“And I can tell you when conception occurred, if you want to know,” the doctor winked.  When he pinpointed the wild weekend of both love and loss, Vicki sobbed harder.  “You, little lady, are to take very good care of yourself.  Sleep when you feel like it.  Wilson told me you have a wonderful nanny for Dante.  Prenatal vitamins are a must, but they do not take the place of a healthy diet.”

Vicki thought about how much Wilson loved her body when she was pregnant and she didn’t want to deny him anything.  “Anything else to avoid?”

“Not at all,” he said as he winked at Wilson.  “I would suggest that these babies be born in the hospital.”

“Why?”  Vicki wasn’t expecting that.  She wanted her babies to be born at home like Dante had been.

“Multiple births require a few precautions that home births cannot provide, but there is nothing to worry about.”

Wilson took Vicki’s hand in his.  “We will check in at the hospital when the time comes,” he said sternly.

“I don’t want a C-section,” Vicki stated.

“We’re months from making that decision,” the doctor said as he stood up.  He congratulated the couple on their way out, and Vicki and Wilson walked silently to the car.

“Stop at the house!”

“Vicki, no.  It’s no longer ours.”

“I just want to see it…please.”

Wilson knew the issue would never be settled until he gave in, so he reluctantly agreed.  Vicki rummaged through the bushes at the back of the house until she located the spare key she had buried in the ground.

“Vicki, you can’t go inside.”

“The hell I can’t.”

As they entered the back hallway and went on into the living room, Wilson feared they would be arrested or shot, but the house was clearly uninhabited.  Vicki opened a closet and pulled out a shovel that she had kept there to shovel snow.

“What are planning to do with that…dig my grave?”

“You’ll see.”

The determined young woman entered the hidden room at the far end of the living room and took a good look around at the cement walls.  Then she began smacking the walls as hard as she could, rearing back and swinging full force, nearly toppling over as the shovel hit the walls.

“Vicki, stop!”  Wilson struggled with her and was finally able to make her stop.  “Let go of the shovel, Vicki.”

“No.”

“Let go of the shovel!”  Vicki slowly loosened her grip and Wilson jerked the heavy steel from her grasp.  “What are you doing, Vicki, besides getting worked up for nothing when you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”  The release of anger made Vicki feel weak and she sunk to the floor.  “You want to tell me what that was about?”