To Hell With Tomorrow! Charlotte Lamb

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Page 2 CHAPTER 1 - I think you let yourself be led by your selfishness above! Mike's voice resounded with unusual hardness, and Natasha looked at him sadly. A chasm is widening between them, she feared an abyss of never fill. Instead sitting close to her, he had abruptly dismissed, as if proximity repugnant all suddenly, and he considered stiffly outstretched traits. - It's not selfish, she protested. Your idea just seems inconceivable. Everything would be different if your mother loved me. - But she loves you! The young man's face was inflamed. His eyes, usually so warm, so sparkling with life, now evoked coldness, the hardness of the stone. - And it is you who do not love, I understand now! he went on. Last night, precisely, she told me believing guess your hostility towards him, and I was foolish enough to disabuse! Distraught, she put on her blue eyes incredulously, shaking his head. - It never succeeded in a young couple to live with her in-laws, she said.

- Do not seek excuses! if he won. They never had a fight before, and she had the painful impression of face to a stranger. They knew each other for four months. To their amazement, they had quickly realized they were in love with each other. The days passed, each brighter than others. Some of the depth of their commitment, Natasha was not surprised at his request in marriage. - Why wait? he said. We are sure of each other, is not it? - Yes, we are, she replied jumping to her neck, happy to see if hastened. - When my mother will return from Australia, we will take care of the formalities, he decided. Not for a moment Natasha had doubted she would like Mike's mother. He had him described with such love that she felt ready to give her tenderness. Mrs. Porter had just spent six months at Kenneth, his other son, who had married the daughter a farmer from Queensland. The old lady showed such eagerness to enjoy some

his grandchildren that they eventually invite. When Natasha went to Mrs. Porter for the first time, not the least afterthought did touched. But from the moment she entered the living room of her stepmother, she realized she had an enemy. Certainly, his hostess proved very courteous and smiling; Yet as soon as his son's back was turned, she glared her future daughter an ice look, leaving clear that it was not welcome. Shocked and incredulous, Natasha was looking in the eyes of Mike the same surprise that the knocked herself. But obviously, the young man noticed nothing. When they left, he asked him innocently in the world: - So what do you think of her? It's great, is not it? You know, my father died when I was four, and she raised us alone, my brother and I, working tirelessly that we lacked nothing. She never complained about his lot, and I only understood growing up how she was devoted to us. She sacrificed herself for her son ... Is not exceptional?

Page 3 - Exceptional indeed mechanically Natasha nodded with a forced smile. - I knew you would. It is essential that the two women in my life agree! The girl winced. - You ... you think I liked it? she ventured after a hesitation. It was hard to conceive such blindness from Mike, but it seemed really sincere. - Of course! if he cried. And he kissed her with an enthusiasm that nothing could begin. This first interview the forward-knows ... Natasha renounced let him see the truth. She even came to doubt itself. The hope of having deceived the reinvigorated. Perhaps Ms. Porter was she just tired a hard day? Perhaps the news of this unexpected marriage had she taken aback ? Alas, in short the following weeks, his first impression was verified. Not only Ms. Porter did not like him, but she deliberately showed hostile. All the efforts of the young

daughter ended in failure. She brought her chocolates: Mrs. Porter disliked chocolates, they were fattening. She offered her flowers: Mrs Porter did not like flowers, she was allergi-that pollen ... If Natasha proposed a date for their wedding, her stepmother interrupted systematically and changed the conversation. If they were to talk about Kenneth's wife, she not dried up more criticism on his stepdaughter on his way of raising her children or to take her home. Natasha never understood then that Mike's mother would not accept any woman between her and her son. Ms. Porter was immodé-rately possessive and jealous. On the one hand, this excessive attitude was pitiful, but she was beginning to cast a shadow on the relationship between young people. Natasha felt unable to enlighten her fiance that evoked naively their future life in the house of his mother, was it not his duty to watch over it? ... - She has done so much for me, honey. Sitting each at the end of a park bench, they were not looking. - I owe him so much, you understand? he continued.

You decided to continue to work for now, but suppose we wanted a baby right away. Having my mother at home would be ideal, right? - Do not see it that way, Mike! - You do not like him, he accused. Natasha gave him a bewildered look. - It's not that ... - She suspected it, and I thought she was wrong, she was carried away by his imagination. Still, she was right: you do not love. - It was she who does not love me! exploded the girl, trembling because she hated disputes. Unlike Mike, it was neither expansive nor confident but shy, sweet and cleared. This quarrel plunged into the deepest distress. - She hates me, she uttered an almost inaudible voice. This reality terrified; she hoped to convince even her fiancé. - What nonsense! he shouted. Do proffers more such nonsense! My mother hate you! ... - She hates me, she does not want this marriage. - Why would she offered us to live with her if she did not want? he retorted, furious.

Page 4 Natasha opened her mouth to answer, but the words died on his lips. How could she tell him: "Your mother is jealous, it does not intend to lose you, she thinks I'm going tear you from her and she tries to stop me? » - Then he pressed. Listen, he went without being moved by the desperate look his fiancée. Forget all that, okay? I have a very high opinion mom and I will not stand that such relations are established between us. Say no more about this marriage. Natasha grew pale. She could not believe her ears. The wedding day was planned in a few weeks, she had chosen her dress, her parents had dealt with everything ... Mike stared at the road ahead, his jaw. - It's over, he said. - Finished? she repeated in a voice she did not recognize. She struggled in the nets of a horrible nightmare, because it could not be that of a

nightmare ... - I should congratulate myself for having taken this decision before it's too late! said he. The girl shuddered. She took off her engagement ring with trembling fingers. They had chosen together, and she gazed every day, drunk with happiness ... - Well, she whispered, handing him the ring. - I beg you, he said. He pushed his hand and rolled the jewel in the grass. The wind tousled brown hair Natasha remained motionless, his eyes fixed on a not lost in the distance of the park when the young man left and did not return. All Suddenly she stood up and began to run. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Why adversity she was bent against her when she discovered a happiness so valuable? She no longer thought of nothing but this painful rupture that had annihilated. When she realized that passersby looked back on it, it slows the pace. Then she tried to swallow her tears. She worked two minutes from the park, so she borrowed a path more

Long to take time to calm down. Natasha then regained the modern building that housed the agency. She stopped where the toilet it refreshes his face, restored order in his headdress and remaquilla. Besides her pallor, dark circles under his eyes, nothing was reflected in his inner distress. Nigel Herries, his boss, was too preoccupied with himself to notice a change of this nature to his secretary. Handsome, pleased with himself, he attached great importance to its own person he neglected no detail. Her salary barely managed to cover its vestimentai-res expenditures and maintenance of its beautiful red sports car. When Natasha entered the office a bit later, he took care to aim nonchalantly the basket where he threw crumpled paper balls. - Did you eat breakfast? he asked, smiling at the girl. Without waiting for a reply, he lingered to contemplate. As his car, young women he surrounded himself had to "go it well," he thought, that is to say, be pretty, elegant, attract the attention of other men.

- You are very smart, he said, detailing the raw dress that gracefully floated around Natasha long legs. - Thank you, 'she said, putting a pile of leaflets in front of her. Accustomed to his compliments, she did not give them more importance than they deserved. Nigel collected the adventures. His connections in general lasted a little more week. He loved the variety.

Page 5 - What are you doing tonight? himself he asked. It was not his first invitation, but she had always declined. This time Yet, to the surprise of the young man, she replied: - I do not know why? - I'm invited to a party at customers, charming people, Fortt, you remember? Those who loved dogs so much. Why accom-gneriez you not me? Us décrocherons perhaps a new contract? Natasha vaguely recalled Dave Fortt. The advertising agency had organized a cocktail in his honor six months earlier. To this

occasion, Nigel had deployed his talent to put his ideas into value and get noticed by this man in sight. If he willingly showed fanciful and frivolous, head of the girl had also a brain. He worked in spurts suddenly pushed by flashes of genius who succeeded in long time to Oisi Vete-and this "method" was succeeding. - Okay, she agreed. What time should we be there? - At eight o'clock. I'll go get you home. These evenings were displayed hypocrisy and superficial reports generally bored Natasha. But tonight, after her breakup with Mike, she dreaded so much to find his apartment where she inevitably broierait black she would have accepted any invitation. She lived in a small studio in the Chelsea neighborhood. Its windows overlooked the roofs. Some days when the season permitted, she could see the green foliage of a tree pointing between two houses. But in general, she mostly saw the sky She lived in this apartment for a year and a half, and in that time, its neighbors

bearing had succeeded many times. We do not attar-Dait in this place where there was the total anonymity. Natasha had felt some difficulty in accoutu overseas in London, she had grown up in a Dorset village where her parents still lived and sister. No doubt she would have stayed there if she had not fallen in love with the husband of the latter. Oh sure, it was only a passing attraction she took care to keep secret in the depths of his heart. But to the age of passions and follies, next day without feelings sometimes take an importance disproportionate. So she decided to leave to settle in London to forget Jack and relieve guilt which undermined; a deep attachment between her and Linda, his sister. Indeed, his dreams of teen-lescente did not resist the pulsing life of the capital. His work, new knowledge helped him considerably, and when she met Mike, the Remember his brother was banished to the depths of his memory.

While dressing for the evening, Natasha wondered how she would announce her Parents her breakup with fiance they worshiped. Only Linda had shown more reserved ... Much less that erased his junior, she had always been accustomed to direct, act according to his goodwill. Her husband, for example, generally bent to his wishes. Maybe be it simply guessed that Mike had too strong character to let intimidate? Anxious at the thought of having to face the dismay of his family, Natasha watched his livid face in the mirror, her eyes dark with grief. Although her fiance regretted their quarrel, nothing would change. How could marry her when the mother of the young man hated? He and Mrs. Porter were so close ... A Such a situation would inevitably suffer. Kenneth had solved the problem by starting settle in around the world, but his brother would not follow his example. He will never understand the view of Natasha, even if it required him to look reality in the face.

The girl chose her favorite dress. She liked to wear it, to feel on her skin

Page 6 smooth coral silk jersey. The neckline discovered his throat until the birth of the chest, the right skirt and forced to walk the narrow slowly. Without being provocative, this outfit showed off her feminine charms. Mike and she had chosen together; the young man insisted she buys it. "It makes my heart beat! "He claimed. Natasha often subjected to his will, she liked to please him. Shy, frail, graceful and very fine, she inspired the men protective desires, offering a seemingly easy prey. They frightened her a bit and she quickly hid before their attempts at seduction, unaware that This attitude caused them to insist on the contrary. - The more you get and the more they fear will hasten, Linda told him one day. Viewing dogs ... - Dogs? repeated the young girl, without understanding. - Yes, the more you tremble before them, the more they pursue you ... How can you be so

naive, Natasha? - I do not know, she answered in the distressed look of its predecessor. A resounding horn startled her and impatient. Through the window, she saw the red sports car Nigel roof open for the occasion. It hastened to take his bag and pulled out slightly perfumed. A curious presentiment touched suddenly, just for a moment ... She found herself regretting having agreed to go to that evening ... But this apprehension flew when she spoke of her little empty studio, only haunted by shadows Mike and M Porter ™. And then she would be too busy to repel the advances of Nigel to indulge his melancholy. Despite her shyness, she felt strong enough to keep the young Man remotely. Not too proud to recognize when it became unwelcome, it never crossed certain limits. Nevertheless, he did not give to much and always believed in tomorrows more promising ... Nigel came to open the door for her. - Um ... I like your perfume!

She smiled at him, settling in the car. Mike had given him the day of this perfume their engagement ... An expensive gift she could never afford itself. Even his apartment represented an excessive expense for his meager salary, but its location in heart London-com thought this disadvantage. Natasha liked the Thames, and she enjoyed every day contemplating the calm waters of the river to leave her. They evoked for her escape, freedom after closed and stifling horizons of city streets. His tireless movement, its different colors depending on the time, offered an ever-changing vision, while continued his silent way towards the sea. - You are delicious, 'said Nigel Demar-rant. Your dress suits you ... I feel delight we will spend a memorable evening! The car turned into the heavy traffic of the city. The wind lifted the hair blond young man who gave him a romantic profile. - You look very elegant you, Natasha noticed. He gave a smile of satisfaction. - This is a new suit, 'he told.

- I thought so! she joked. - We are a beautiful couple ... He considered in fact a pretty woman next to him put him in value; no doubt he believed that the pink of her dress formed with the blue of full harmony particularly pleasing to the eye ... The party was in full swing when they arrived. He took the hand of Natasha and dragged through the crowd in search of a glass of Champagne. When they were served, he examined the assembly to looking for a familiar face.

Page 7 - That Sonia! he launched soon after. Sonia Warren handled public relations for a large company, and sometimes treated with the advertising agency. Despite his playful air and smiles, it had failed to attract sympathy Natasha. Sonia soon joined them, kissed Nigel, and both engaged once in a conversation which excluded completely the girl.

After a moment, it noticed that the glass was empty and his boss offered him him to go get another one. - Thank you, he said, handing him immediately imitated by Sonia. Natasha stood for a moment in front of such prohibited casually, but she went with the three cuts. When he returned, his companions were still talking, and she stood there, listening to the absently. A waiter passed several times with a tray, and Natasha took some cuts Champagne, surprised to see her empty glass as fast. "The Champagne must give thirsty" she thought. It also found that he was a wonderful remedy against the bitterness ... She suddenly discovered that looked ... Everyone looked at her, she who believed not attract anyone's attention. Then she smiled at these strange faces, happy to no longer feel alone. Even Nigel suddenly appeared to remember his presence. - Where were you hiding, charming creature, so that our paths will not be yet crossed? inquired the sweet voice of one of the guests, close to his ear.

- Mademoiselle is with me, Nigel intervened immediately, taking her by the waist. Let the Rover. - Excuse me, I'm sorry! murmured the man wobbled slightly. Without really knowing why, Natasha laughed. A sudden and irrepressible cheerfulness the transpor-silent. It felt like soap bubbles fluttered in his head. If someone detached a group close to her; a large brown shape vaguely wavered before her. She realized then that gray eyes were watching, gray eyes where a smile and danced a certain languor perhaps due champagne ... - We have not been presented, insisted Rover with the girl. - And you do not be! Nigel intervened again. Laughter greeted his repartee. There was a stampede; groups broke up, other re-formed. Newcomers arrived. Natasha leaned slightly against Nigel and continued to listen in silence. - And your car, someone said. It goes fast, right? How much does it consume? - Twenty liters per hundred. - What? You're kidding! How can you maintain such a device? Mine already consumes five liters!

- But what do you drive? A baby carriage? Nigel laughed, causing general hilarity. Natasha gaze swept the circle that had formed around them, and she recognized the man with gray eyes. Standing in front of her, he observed. A slight smile played on his lips ... On joyful and carefree mood, she smiled back. - I'm sure mine reaches a top speed to yours, affirmed Nigel someone who shook his head in disbelief. I bet all you want! continued another. - We will have to check one of these days ... - Why not now? - Do not be stupid! protested another. - Just find a straight road, and we will see, insisted the paris launcher.

Page 8 - Alright! Nigel adds enthusiastically. Laughter mingled with marks of impatience. The girl, fascinated by the gray eyes of the unknown, and noticed his black lashes. His

insolent way to fix it ran into a strange thrill. Despite the agitation room, it was it also remained silent, although he was often taken to task. It surpassed other men at least a head. Dressed elegantly, he moved with ease showing great confidence. Natasha was not the only one to be sensitive to its charm. Sonia was trying to get his attention by fiery glances, and other women smiling at him at the first opportunity. He belonged to that category of people who do not go unnoticed in society without having to be particularly talkative or exuberant. It emanated from him a virility calm and clear, inherent sensuality to his person. His lips firm and clear design evoked the promise of intoxicating kisses ... Natasha had certainly never seen before because it would not have forgotten. When he plunged as now his eyes in his, a gentle warmth slid down the back the girl. - Let's go! Nigel said suddenly, taking her spoke size, brutally tearing at the spell that the unknown exerted on it.

Pardon? she asked. - We'll make a run, he explained by pushing the output. Without understanding, she let herself gently but firmly carry through the crowd noisy. - But what happens? she finally asked when they met outside under the sky Black London. - We'll have a race! repeated the young man definitely excited for this idea. Natasha looked at him in bewilderment: - Oh, Nigel, I do not think it's a good idea ... - Do not play spoilsport! he retorted by opening the passenger door. Get in! - No, she decided resolutely shook his head. The others already settled in cars, doors banging, laughter rang out, the engine began to purr. - Hurry! Nigel grew impatient, red with excitement at the idea of measure to another conductor. I can not leave without you. - I take her in my car, intervened a cold and determined voice. Nigel looked up at the man who stood behind Natasha and considered without

amenity. - Who are you? he asked. Sonia suddenly brightened. His face lit up with a flirtatious smile. - But it was Lee Farrell, my dear! You do not know? ... How are you, Lee? You remember me, Sonia ... - I remember, curtly cut the newcomer before turning to Natasha. You come with me? he asked the latter. I guess you do not want to participate in this kind of entertainment? - No, indeed. - I remind you that this young woman is with me! Nigel intervened suddenly furious. Some cars are already moving away, much to the exasperation of the young man who

Page 9 more contained his impatience. - Come, Natasha, he added, grasping his arm. - She will be safe with me, said Lee Farrell releasing it from the grip of Nigel. The latter was speechless for a moment, and then he let out an expletive, climbed into his car and started with a bang.

Natasha sighed. She gave herself up lazily to the embrace of the unknown that had surrounded by her arms as if to protect it. Sonia on it darted a piercing look. - Have fun! she launched with an evil smile before walking away. - What are we doing? Lee Farrell then inquired with great gentleness. - What you want, she replied in a slightly sleepy voice. A sly gleam sparkled in the gray eyes of man. - You rely on me, is not it? - Apparently! she confessed, carefree. We could for example take a walk in Car in the countryside? You got inside all night ... - This is not exactly how I was planning to spend the night ... he said, amused. - But I love the country! The birds, the trees, the rivers ... I love it! And particularly by such a peaceful night that it ... - Okay for the campaign. I even know a place that meets your wishes. - Wonderful! exclaimed Natasha. She sank lead to a big black car, and he helped take place. Where moved to his side and started the engine, she leaned her head against the comfortable seat and smiled to

angels. - Where are we going? she asked when they had started. - We just decided to go to the countryside. - Well, she sighed softly. Natasha was vaguely aware of behaving like a brainless, but this time almost magic where time no longer existed delighted her. A rural and quiet landscape soon replaced the outskirts of London. The circulation is Apau-truth gradually. The girl had no idea where they were, but she did not care. It would admi-blue sky where the blinking thousands ETOI them. Lee Farrell turned on the radio, and Soft jazz music arose. Charmed by the melody of the clarinet, Natasha began to sing. - You husky voice, he said, laughing. - Excuse me ... - But I love your voice! Besides, I like everything about you Natasha, especially your eyes. Your first name pleases me too, it is not common. - At the time I was born, my mother was devouring Russian literature. She called Natasha in memory of the heroine in War and Peace. - It is a wise choice, that you very well.

- Thank you, 'she murmured, smiling. His head was still resting against the backrest. The wind rushed through the open window, raised her silky hair in a dancing halo around her face. - You remind me of a mermaid ... a creature half-human, half-magical, almost ... almost unreal. - I do have the impression of swimming in a dream. Actually, I'm not here ... but I fly in a bubble, there ... she replied,

Page 10 pointing to the sky. He laughed and then frowned. - Attention, the bubbles burst! - Not mine, not this night. And to hell with tomorrow! Lee held the steering wheel with one hand and stroked the other cheek and satin rose suddenly the girl. - To hell with tomorrow! he repeated.

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Gradually the moon made his way behind dark clouds, and the distinguished Natasha moving surface of a rough sea. Surprised, she sat up. - The sea! if she exclaimed, much to the amusement of his companion. - Yes, the sea, he nodded. - But where are we? - In Kent. Hills with rounded curves harbored mysterious and dark wood. Through short grass meadows, chalky white floor and offered a cameo of strange lights. - Wonderful ... whispered the girl snuggling back into his seat. - Do not you cold? inquired Farrell. Under the warm caress of the wind of this very sweet night, his passenger slipped into a languorous delicious. - I'm good, really good, she said. He smiles. - I hope the champagne is not solely responsible for your welfare. - Do not blame the champagne, it is a divine drink. The car turned onto a steep road to the assault of a steep hill. Woodland thick formed around them a leafy canopy where the moonlight crept with difficulty,

like water from a brook whose course would require it to be hampered trickle. - Where do we go now? he asked, peering elie darkness. - Towards an unknown and mysterious destination ... The road curves describing growing. She eventually shrink to the point just allow the passage of a car. They passed a few houses sleeping, a dog barked somewhere. - It seems that we are the only ones awake, Natasha noticed. That night, for her, arose out of time. Lee looked at her, then reached out to push a lock of long hair girl fluttering over his face. - Happy? - Yes, she whispered. She was floating languidly in a joy that enveloped him like a golden cloud. Carefree, she did not know who she was or where she was going, Natasha Blairy whose life was broken that morning in the park of London, this shy young girl who cleared and never had dared to commit any folly no longer existed. The one who was now sitting alongside

Lee Farrell was sailing to his fancy, felt able to say whatever came to mind. Never before had she savored the sweet taste of freedom ... - It's amazing, 'she whispered. - Yes, is not it? he nodded as if he understood exactly what she wanted express. It slows reaching the top of the hill. The car turned cautiously on a narrow road then stopped. Natasha then discovered a small white cottage. - We arrived, he announced leaving him to open the door. She followed him to the entrance. There, he slid his hand along the lintel overlooking the door and pulled out a key. The hinges creaked when opened. - This is a haunted house ... whispered the girl.

Page 12 - Of course, he replied, standing aside to let her pass. He turned and led Natasha in a small room on the right. She was comfortably furnished, yet he gave off this inherent coldness in uninhabited places. She shuddered slightly. - Cold? is he worried immediately taking the waist.

Without any fear, she bowed her head against the man's shoulder and let him touch his hair with his hand. - Hmmm ... that's nice, 'she confessed. - It's strange, but I also ... Hungry? - Yes, she admitted, surprised. - I was sure ... You see, we feel the same things. - But ... there has he anything to eat here? He lowered his head and kissed just behind the ear. - Of course, he replied. - Of course, she repeated. Cpnment could she doubt it otherwise, since that night saw them achieve least of his desires? - Come, you will help me. They went to a small kitchen where they prepared fried eggs, ham and coffee. When they were restored Natasha yawned, and his companion watched a moment. His gray eyes had darkened almost imperceptibly ... - In bed, he said softly. Natasha smiled and dropped passively lead to the first floor. The warmth of her arms

around her filled with joy. She was struggling to keep his eyes open as his eyelids grew heavy. It ushered in a room with exposed beams, lined with paper ornate, where stood a large bed covered with rose. - I'm so tired, he she confided. He then went down the zipper of coral dress and gently stroked the back of the girl. - Mmmm ... she murmured, closing his eyes. He bent a little, and his lips came to pick a kiss on those of Natasha. - You are wonderful, 'he whispered. - You, too, she said gravely. - Thank you, 'he said, taking up the task he had begun, still kissing him. Soon, the dress slipped at their feet. He looked for a moment the graceful curves and Women then let out a long sigh. All this was new to Natasha; she never Mike was allowed to take such liberties. But his shyness and inhibitions tonight were gone. She shuddered with pleasure ... Lee then said: - You're cold, put yourself to bed She slipped between the cool sheets. His eyes closed intermittently, but she saw

vaguely undress. Just as he unbuttoned his shirt, he contemplated her with a fun. - I would offer you an unusual sight by chance? - Yes, she confessed frankly. Never, in fact, no man had undressed in front of her. A week earlier, she would run away without wasting time, but freedom had exquisite taste, she thought now. It

Page 13 was exactly as his desire of the moment, without worrying about the consequences. Lee was muscular and slightly tanned. Fascinated by the manhood that emanated from its every move, she looked at the tall figure approaching the bed, slipping his side and off the light. Dry throat, she trembled with desire when she felt his body against Lee Farrell and her hot mouth on her shoulder. - When I saw you tonight, for the first time, he murmured, as if it was a ... electric current had covered me. I felt something uncontrollable ... In he was

even for you? Mesmerized by pleasure in those powerful arms, Natasha, absorbed the delights she felt caress the man's chest, said nothing. He took possession again of her lips, and this time she put her arms around her neck, returning his kiss with fervor. This warmth that spread throughout her being was threatened a moment ... A little voice - the reason, no doubt tried to warn her, but she silenced. Nothing was to begin his carefree happiness. She moaned weakly when Lee fingers wandered along its hips. Eyes closed, she swam in a dream and stubbornly refused to think, to let the reality penetrate this fluffy cloud when it floated in the rapture. Soon she slipped completely into the world of oblivion. Their embrace became more pressing, more violent, more demanding. Natasha knew unsuspected pleasures. Trapped in this body too powerful, she could not discuss, but she really wanted? A wind of madness had the swept both ...

- Why did not you tell me? he asked, when the wave that had overwhelmed the subsided. I would never have imagined that this was the first time ... His voice was warm, soft; he seemed surprised and amazed. He kissed the face of the girl and held her against him, as if he was afraid she escapes him. The fruits defended had never exercised any attraction on Natasha. She previously listened that duty, propriety to act. She had left her hometown to avoid the risk of shake the fundamental principles of morality. Before his fight with Mike, she behaved as a submissive woman. This break was brutally revealed to him the reality. She liked Mike, but she knew she could never marry him. If she persisted despite the jealousy and hostility MmePorter, his life would quickly become hell. This evidence had destroyed all hope of happiness with her fiance ... "To hell with reality! "She thought suddenly, leaving his lips brush the shoulder Lee naked groaning with pleasure.

His life so far was only a perpetual flight, she continued to think ... and Docile conciliatory, it was mainly in the interest of others in defiance of its own requirements. The day before she would prudently kept away from Lee Farrell or would have behaved like a little girl frightened. In any case, she would not have responded to the passion of this man with such fever ... - This can not be true ... he whispered a little later in a changed voice, his face buried Natasha's hair. - God thank you, it is ... she replied, provoking laughter amazed at his companion. - I'm not sure to be very proud of me, 'he admitted. The girl, who quietly slipped into the abyss of sleep, does not grasp the meaning of his words. - What did you said? she asked.

Page 14 He stopped this time, and she fell asleep tenderly tight in protective arms.

When she opened her eyes the next morning, she did not recognize immediately where she was. Astonished, she looked for a moment the ceiling beams before meeting a gray eyes that stared ... - Oh! if she cried. - Hello, he said in his deep voice. Leaning on one elbow, he smiled. His body brushed against the girl. They were his caresses that had awakened. He continued indeed to let run his hand over her skin. - No! if she suddenly exclaimed in the repulsive. She tried to sit up, but a migraine as sudden as the violent forced to lie down again. Lee laughed. - The "hangover", is not it? - Oh, my head ... she complained. It looks like it will explode. - This is just a difficult day, he joked, stroking it again. She blushed and pushed it again. A shudder ran through ... Images the day before flashed through his mind, images that she would rather forget ... Those memories aroused in her the desire to die. What had she done? What had happened to him? The nightmare

suddenly assailed relentlessly. But what devil had possessed so? - Intimidated? he asked, frowning. Well, I'll make coffee down, then we'll talk. He bent over her and kissed her lightly, much as he would have kissed a child. - And do not begin to brood before my return, 'he said. Never in my life I have lived at night as beautiful as ours, you hear me? We have a number of things to discuss now. Natasha kept her eyes firmly closed. Seeing persist in his silence, he went out of bed and dressed hurriedly. The always closed eyelids, she waited impatiently for it to leave. Only loneliness allow her to cope. - Be back in five minutes, he announced before leaving. She heard him go down the steps two at whistling. If remorse was eating, Lee Farrell himself was a cheerful mood! She blinked when she tried to open them, as daylight the assaulting. What would she say? she wondered desperately. Natasha always knew when he returned with a tray. She met his gaze but away immediately, but not before noticed her perplexed.

He sat down, put the tray on the bed and took the hand of the girl. - Why you looking at me like that? he said softly. I know, it all happened too fast, but it was beautiful, right? Maybe I still drive me do you think that way ... That night was different for me too, very special, magical ... Natasha swallowed hard. - I'm engaged, she said in a small voice. He dropped his hand and stood up. A heavy silence fell. - In your last night mate? This wacky to the sports car that found nothing better to do than this stupid race? She shook her head, multiplying the pain pounded his skull. A nagging him nausea took away all his strength. - I broke up with my boyfriend yesterday morning, so I went out with Nigel. I followed a silly impulse ... I was not mistress of my actions, I was not myself at night last.

Page 15 She wanted to disappear underground. Natasha the day before, which had entered it

bed so eagerly no more, and she would never see the day. Lee Farrell observed an alarming silence. She dared not look at him. - I see, he threw last, without going further. - I was not in my normal state and ... - Indeed, he cut sharply. - I never ... - I went into account he interrupted again with the same abruptness. She trembled, her face was burning. How could he not notice? ... - I take you back to London, he said. Drink your coffee is hot, I will preparing a more substantial breakfast. - No, I could not swallow anything ... - Well, he said, rising. The bathroom is right out, remember? - Yes ... She was not about to forget the disposition of this cottage nor the events that were it place ... When she had finished her coffee, she jumped out of bed and went to wash. While she dressed she heard Lee walk outside. She discreetly approached the window and saw, standing in the morning sun, his dark hair slightly raised by the wind. It emanated from himself a sovereign tranquility, but the anger seemed to smolder in him.

Natasha turned away, biting her lip and went down. Lee Farrell closed the house, handed the key in place and they walked to the car. - This cottage belongs to you? she asked, while the vehicle was entering the small way. Concentrate on driving, he just is nodding his head. The many ruts do it not made it easy. - Do not be furious, she sighed. - I'm not, 'he retorted. But his clenched and hard features belied his words. - I despise me, 'she whispered. He turned his head toward her; his gray eyes were cold as steel. - Why? he raised. To be seduced by me or for committing a infidelity to the man you love? He had to speak with a rage that startled ... - For both reasons at once, she confessed in a whisper, suddenly livid. - Thank you! It's very nice to hear that one just to spend the night with despises you to have done! The day begins well! Both hands on his knees, Natasha bullied nervously hem of her dress between his fingers. - I'm just trying to explain ...

- You're welcome! Does the cut. I understood perfectly. - No, you have not understood ... she Att miserably. I ... - My dear, you are very eloquent, believe me. They arrived on a wider road, and he stepped on the gas. Natasha stiffened. - Please, do not drive so fast ... He did not seem to hear, he does not bother to look; however, it slows gradually little. The girl desperately looking for a way to apologize, but how to tell him the

Page 16 truth without hurting him more? If last night they had crossed person, traffic in the morning was dense. They took an hour to reach the center of London, one hour during which Lee Farrell says do not say a word. Natasha eagerly awaiting the moment when she would be freed from his presence, as this horrible day finally would finish ... - Where can I drop you? he asked at last. - A Chelsea, please.

If she went to the office in the same dress as last night, Nigel would certainly not to draw the necessary conclusions. - Where, in Chelsea? he insisted, annoyed. She told him the name of his street and began to explain to him the way, but he interrupted curtly saying he did not need his help. When he finally stopped in front of her, she bit her lip: - I ... 'she began. - If you have the misfortune to tell me you're sorry, I do not know what I will do! To hell thundered tomorrow I 2. Does he- He leaned toward her, fury vibrating and continued: - You've used me tonight, and I hate that they're used to me! I have Never allow anyone to behave that way! You may be trying to justify your driving imagining that champagne or melancholy have led you to make a fake not ... But let me tell you, my young friend, that person never acts without wanting a little. He leaned more and suddenly opened the door: - Bye, he threw.

Natasha slipped out of the vehicle. Hardly she found herself standing on the sidewalk that car started with a bang. Once home, she donned a black pleated skirt and a white crepe blouse. It is watched carefully in the mirror, almost surprised that she had not changed. TO share a certain pallor and a slightly less proud head carriage, perhaps, nothing revealed his internal distress. When she entered her office, Nigel was sitting with his head in his hands. He winced in pain when she closed the door. - Do not make noise, I beg you, he said. I spent a terrible night. He raised his eyes and looked enfini the girl. - And what happened to you? You have me indeed dropped ... - I'll get coffee and aspirins. - I especially need a nurse, he whispered. Natasha walked to the door, but suddenly mischievous voice pierced her boss like a sword: - How was it finally? he asked.

Despite the nausea that came over, she did not turn around. Nigel laughed, but in this feigned cheerfulness pierced all his resentment. - You're thinner than I thought, he added. You fell on the right number, it is very rich! The door slammed behind the girl who felt bad to hear his satisfaction boss moan:

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Page 18 CHAPTER 3 It remained to Natasha a week of vacation to take, but when she demanded his due, Nigel was angry: - You take it to the last minute, it seems to me, he remarked. - I have family problems, she explained truthfully altogether, I have to go promptly with my parents. He still resented for having abandoned this evening; However, he managed to silence his resentment.

- I guess it is urgent and you do not have a choice, but how am I manage without you, me? - Sara replace me, I've already talked to him. The sulky Nigel turned back to the window. He gazed complacently at his reflection in the window darkened by the pale glow of the setting sun, and took care to put in place a cowlick. - Okay, he sighed. I just hope you tell me true, is that Lee Farrell not the real reason for your approach ... If ever I learned that you have a good party time in Capri or Tahiti with him, I would look immediately another secretary. Natasha looked at him with a certain coldness. - I'll leave you my phone number, so you can reach me whenever you seem ... - Good, very good! No need to take the fly! if he exclaimed. But the girl was fuming with indignation when the door closed behind her the office. Every time he would be in a bad mood, Nigel would not fail to evoke Lee

Farrell ... He was not about to forget his disappointment. Perceptive, inquisitive and talkative, he would not lose an opportunity to relate to all the winds of adventure Natasha in Kent, if he ever came learn it. This sort of anecdotes spiced existence, he said. In the train that brought her home the next morning, Natasha was desperately trying to find how she would announce to his family that his marriage was canceled. All he had imagine the incredulous face and upset his mother for words and phrases that she had eva-nouissent be prepared in smoke. The task is hard! She would begin by informing his mother alone together, it would be easier than to explain to all his relatives gathered. The girl chooses a time when his father, Linda and Jack were busy admiring the roses in the garden. Ms. Blairy preparing tea in the kitchen: - Oh, you're here, darling, 'she said, turning around. Would you take out the cups, if you Please? No blue everyday, those Chinese porcelain. Dry lips, Natasha mechanically opened the cupboard.

- Mom ... she began. - Mike is not going to join you in the week? K Why hath he not accompanied? He has so much work? He could not break free ... What

Page 19 shame! We were planning precisely with your father the other day, to go to London for the knowledge of Ms. Porter. We could invite here. What's your opinion? Do you think she willing to come? - Mom ... Natasha repeated in a hushed voice. - And the cups? I take you there daydreaming ... You've always been a dreamer!; even small daughter thou évadais in your little world for a yes or a no. It was enough for me to watch you that you were in your secret country ... Linda instead, always kept his feet on the ground, nothing escaped him. You were the sweetest, but you let yourself be led by your elder too. Never let dictated to by anyone.

Ms. Blairy applied to butter toast with quick and precise movements. Natasha, who had the cups in saucers, looked at her mother her big blue eyes: - I'm not going to marry Mike, Mom. - What, dear? Hey, will you cut it into very thin slices cucumber? - Mom ...! Ms. Blairy finally put his knife on the table with a sudden gesture and turned to his daughter. - What are you saying? she asked, prohibited. Distraught Natasha looked at her, his lips trembling. - You're not going to marry Mike? repeated her mother, growing pale. What is it mean? ... We chose the church, the town hall, the room, the meals, musicians and ... She paused, opened his mouth again without any sound went not out by then stared her daughter. - You can not change your mind now that everything is organized ... - It's over, whispered Natasha. - Finished? - Forever. Ms. Blairy pulled a chair to it and it sat down heavily.

- My God, how is he your father react? Last Friday, he spent his day trying his suit, do you realize you? - I'm sorry, Mom ... Ms. Blairy stared at the hands of his daughter, clutching the back of a chair. - What happened, dear? An argument? You know, lovers' quarrels are more that your couran-needless to dramatize! Everything will work out, you'll see ... - No! Natasha cried warmly. It is impossible. Tears flowed down her cheeks now. - Natasha, my child! cried his mother bypassing the table to come for the young daughter in his arms. What's happening? What does all this mean? Maybe your imagination it darkens the situation? - I would love that to be the case! But you see, Mrs. Porter hates me. It me considers a rival who will take away his son, Mike, blinded by his love to him, refuses to open his eyes. He prefers breaking because I will never accept living with her ... New sobs interrupted him.

- Oh, dear, this story does not like very much, Ms. lamented with a Blairy sigh so heartbreaking that her daughter smiled through her tears. Now, now, calm down, she added, suddenly concerned that Natasha in such a state. Indeed, she did not know if she was laughing or if she was crying now ...

Page 20 - Listen, 'she said, you're going to rest up a bit with a nice cup of tea and two aspirins. I undertake to prevent your father, Linda and Jack. - Mom, you're so nice ... Ms. Blairy helped him up the stairs, and then she pulled the curtains in the room that Natasha immediately crawled under the quilt. - I'm sorry for all the trouble I cause you, Dad, and you ... - Do not worry about it. Take your tea and your pills, then you will sleep a little. Since last night with Lee Farrell, the girl was very little and slept badly. The anguish of having to entrust the terrible news to her mother had been right about her. Exhausted, she fell asleep without even realizing it. When she awoke, a gray dawn began to break. She stood on tip

feet, drew the curtains and looked at the first light that adorned the horizon of a veil pink and light. Going down into the kitchen, she heard the clatter of cups clashed, wheezing the kettle ... It was his father, only in pajamas and robe, her hair in disorder. Natasha looked at him anxious eyes, but he smiled. - Come in, come on! if he cried. And do not look so devastated air, it looks like you committed a crime! - I'm so sorry you create so much anxiety ... You had everything organized and ... - Forget it. It is better to take time to engage in a doomed union to failure. - But I wanted this marriage with all my heart ... But when Mike was so insisted that we lived with his mother, I realized that we were running to disaster. - Undoubtedly, his father nodded. But he must have known she was so possessive ? Natasha shrugged.

- He accused me of letting myself be carried away by my dreams. He even dared to say that it was I who hated her! Mr. Blairy carefully watched the pale face of his daughter. - ... And to be frank, my dear, you had no reason to hate, a priori, is not right? - But no! Instead, I was quite willing to accept it, but how can we love someone who looks at you with such hatred? And you know, she is not possessive only in respect Mike, if you had heard of Kenneth's wife! The poor girl all the faults of the Earth! Besides, it is not by chance that they went to live in Australia ... - Poor Mike ... If he really does not realize anything, it should be really unhappy, this moment ... The girl looked at him, frowning. - Yes, but I'm not the least ... Worst of all is that it will never accept any beautiful girl. - Except when he meets a woman more stubborn as her mother ... I do not see Linda abandon a marriage that she would truly desired, for example! Natasha sighed. - Me neither, but I'm no match for Mrs. Porter.

At the bottom of herself, Natasha thought that if that night she had acted with more common sense, courage and determination, she would not have embarked on this path without return. Instead of listening the voice of recklessness, she should go back to Mike, tell him exactly what she thought of Ms. Porter, ask him the ultimatum to choose between his fiancée and her mother. However, after that brief moment of rebellion, would she have the strength to endure

Page 21 persistent malice of this woman, the war that would inevitably have led him? How his marriage could he survive such a hostile climate? Mr. Blairy patted the cheek of the girl: - No, that's not your style, indeed, he said. You took the wisest decision. Later, Natasha realized that the whole family did not share this opinion. The perspective of his sister was much less conciliatory - You should have to get rid of that woman! if she cried angrily. That's what I would have done in any case. How can you confess

defeated so quickly, without even fight, Natty? - Do not call me Natty! - If you loved Mike, you would not give up so quickly, Linda continued, imperturbable. This selfish dirty ... - Linda! interjected his father. But she faced him. - Well, have I not right? If the poor fellow only had one ounce intelligence, he would have seen for a long time what was going on under his nose, and he would have sent his mother to hell! - It is not so simple: she sacrificed herself for him, Natasha explained. - And she wants to make sure he will never forget! Linda punctuated dryly. It is not crazy, she will not be alone! You see, if his son marries, she will be forced to start a new life ... This subject was beginning to tire the girl. - I do not want to hear about it, I decided to forget, she said. - You're right, dear, Mrs. Blairy slipped, it is a wise resolution. I for my part the feeling that you got fired narrowly a bad step. Linda would speak again when his mother reduced her to silence with a stern look.

- Enough, now! Needless to chat for hours! Ms. Blairy not easily out of joint, as its chips they wearing more when this was happening. The week went by too quickly to suit Natasha; return to London only smiled hardly. Jack accompanied her to the station. Before leaving, he looked with some anxiety. - You are very pale, he remarked. Are you sure want to go? - Of course, she lied. She had no choice now. - Take care of yourself ... The girl noticed with a sinking heart that the temples of his brother already beginning to turn gray ... She remembered the brief and painful period in which it had thought herself in love with him. Life, emotions are like the sand that is held in the hand. From which is removed the fingers, it irretrievably vanished to the last grain ... As she was correct away from Jack, and as she had been wrong not to flee Lee Farrell in the same way ... The remorse does not rongeraient currently.

When she entered her apartment, she noticed that one had slipped a note under the door. She immediately recognized the handwriting of Mike ... His first reaction was not to open the envelope, but curiosity was quickly due to its

Page 22 resistance. He said to have called many times, coming home, to no avail. Its obligations Professional sent him to Manchester for a quin-fortnight of days, but he would see his back: he was keen to talk to him. Natasha crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash. Whatever he may say, the situation remain unchanged. A week passed, routinely and morose. Moreover, a secret anxiety became gradually companion of the girl. Unable to concentrate on his work, she came to lose your appetite, then sleep Natasha was afraid of being pregnant ... - Whether he arrives? Nigel impatiently a day. You are in love? Do you

give me a few minutes of attention? She kept smiling as she wanted to scream. What other stance to take? She dared neither to trust nor ask anyone's advice. In the office, she had no pretty close friend. She ended up buying a test. His fears were confirmed: she was waiting a child ... She had not considered the possibility. The pain of his broken engagement, the shame, contempt of itself after that night spent with a stranger had so filled his spirit she had not thought about the consequences of his folly. After this sudden revelation, she found herself in her quiet apartment as a trapped animal. What would she do now? He had to face the situation; it could indefinitely shut up. It should be resolved sooner or later to tell his parents, his boss ... The girl took her head in her hands trembling. Mr. and Mrs. Blairy granted a great importance to morality, respectability. They would be outraged by learning such ... If the new baby was Mike, maybe they would have forgiven since young people

were to be married. But the idea of their reaction when they announce that she knew nothing of the father, only his name, she had never met before that fateful evening, she wanted disappear into a black hole. She spent the whole night sitting in his chair, looking for a way out. His future loomed as well auspices dark and she could only blame herself. No Atte-nuante circumstance, no excuse could soften his sentence. Pale, with sunken eyes, she saw the day getting up on this dreary Sunday. A noise bottles in the street pointed his way slag. He was late. His neighbor lit his radio: he listened to pop music all day. The shouting an argument somewhere in the building also reached him. Natasha stopped his ears. Lack of sleep added to his distress even louder dismay. The space of a moment she saw him walking toward the river and plunge without hesitation, without looking back More ... that vision will not appeased; she would not escape his fate in this way, she knew. How would she get through the coming months? The contemplation of London brought him roofs not the answer to this question.

She started violently when someone knocked at the door. She jumped up then hesitated ... But the blows redoubled against the door, as if she resigned herself to go and open. The heart Natasha was torn when she came face to Mike ... Like her, he was pale, his eyes were identified. - Hello ... he said in an uncertain tone.

Page 23 The girl held the door instead of opening wide. - It is useless, Mike, she replied wearily. - I want to talk to you. - It's not worth it. Although he announced he was giving up his mother for her, it would be useless now. His foolish behavior had irretrievably ruined their future. - My darling ... began the young man. Tears shone in Natasha's eyes. When he took her in his arms, she laid her head against his shoulder, trying vainly stop crying.

He gently stroked her hair and whispered her name against her ear. - Do not cry, do not cry like that, honey ... I'm sorry ... Natasha, I'm in Please ... She managed to swallow her sobs and push him away. - The regrets are useless, Mike, it's all over ... - I love you, 'he replied gravely. Perhaps we will require a little more time? You do not not know my mother, if only you tried ... Natasha tried to muster all his courage to tell him the awful truth. The price of a huge effort, because the words refused to cross the barrier of her lips, she managed to say: - I am pregnant. A long silence followed. - What did you just say? Mike inquired, suddenly the traits defeated by a deadly pallor. - The night you broke our engagement, I went to a party, I drank too much and I spent night with someone, she said with a stroke, as if reciting a text repeated a thousand times. During his long hours of reflection, she decided not to coat its history useless excuses. His parents would be entitled to the same direct confession.

Forbidden, Mike gazed with parted lips. A deep crimson flushed suddenly his face. - Who is it? he exploded a MECON-nizable voice. - I can not answer you. Considering that Lee Farrell was not wearing the responsibility of their adventure, she would not the impli-quer. Mike suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and began to shake violently. Rabies distorted his face. - Who is it? Tell me! Who is it? - I can not, 'she whispered, stunned by the brutal treatment he inflicted him. - I want to know! How could you do such a thing? My God, how? ... - I'm sorry, I was not in my normal state ... Oh, do not look at me, I'm in Please! - Herries! if he suddenly cried. Herries! He is is not it? He always tried to you seduce, this is it! - Not if she exclaimed, horrified. This is not it! In an angry and contemptuous gesture, he pushed her away bluntly.

- When I will lay hands on him, I can assure you that I will undertake her pretty little little face ... Terrified, she ran after him. - Oh, no, Mike! Do not tell Nigel, I beg you! Mike, please ... He pushed the girl out of his way and slammed the door behind him. Appalled, Natasha

Page 24 remained motionless, helpless. It would turn out to Nigel, and she ... She should resign shuddered, imagining the reaction of his boss as the rosary of accusations that Mike would surely no bludgeon him. She could see the amusement in his eyes, the disbelief, the flood of questions follow, eyebrow raising ... His pitiful adventure did not shock, relishing in it. Scandals exerted on him a fascinating power ... But she had not the slightest desire to be the object of his curiosity ... Natasha did not dare to take refuge with his parents, afraid to inflict embarrassment too

profound. She could not return to the office, because everyone would be aware of his mishap. He would have to find a new apartment, a new job, a solution for raise her baby alone, without help from anyone. Unfortunately, she did not see how there reach ... She dropped into a chair and remembered that night, his exaltation, that sense of freedom that had transported under the effect of c .. hampagne . The small bubble had burst, and landing was painful ... confident, liberated, full of going, she thought dominate situation. Alcohol had dissipated miraculously depression due to its rupture. Would she be strong enough to take care of her child alone? The night of his meeting with Lee Farrell, his fate had turned a corner. The dice were thrown, and it measured poorly the magnitude of loss. She did not know how it would come out, but she had to get out ...

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CHAPTER 4 Natasha decided to regroup; it would still not sit there all day, to soften his misfortune! She put on jeans and a blue shirt, then went out strolling along the river. The wind lifted the small ripples on the surface of the Thames which pursued slowly making its inexorable course, tossed some moored barges, bent trees whose battered branches creaked occasionally. The girl frowned; the noise it remembered that the door of the cottage Lee Farrell ... Of course! "He replied when asked if he was haunted ... It was this Remember that always haunt, now ... When she returned to her apartment, the air had restored color to his cheeks, volume to her hair, and the future seemed less sinister him. Climbing the stairs, she met her neighbor, an Irish nurse. They exchanged some small talk about the time when Natasha heard someone climb the steps behind them. She turned mechanically, and his heart stopped beating losqu'elle recognized Lee Farrell ... She walked hurriedly toward his door and thrust his key into the lock. It

was to show off by driving the intruder to the nurse who was watching them with interest growing. Neither did she react when he followed her inside. The mouth suddenly dry with apprehension, she put on her big blue eyes anxious. He considered with a wild air ... - I just had a visit! he threw. - Visit? she repeated blankly. - No need to play the innocent, that does not mar-chera! Puzzled, Natasha was speechless for a moment. - But what are you talking about? Finally she managed to articulate. And first, what are you doing here? I do not want ... - What you want is a bargain, he severely cut. This time she looked at him with great amazement. - I thought I was too old to let myself be fooled by a girl candid, he continued, teeth clenched. But it is a lesson ... Natasha had the feeling of being missed out on the essential, in this conversation. This was as if she was trying to reconstitute a play she would have missed the first act.

- Maybe that 'he would help if you resume from the beginning ... she said slowly. That are you doing here, Mr. Farrell? - You do not know, of course, he quipped. It seemed hardly contain his anger. - I have no idea, indeed. A bad and unpleasant laugh greeted his words. She shuddered when the gray eyes, cold as steel, scoured the top down. He was furious in the morning where they had parted, but not with this hateful resentment which she not understand the cause. He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. - All right, if you like fun, well let's have fun! You claim not know what I mean, but you know as well as I do, is not it? The irritation was beginning to win. - If it is you who say it, she muttered.

Page 26 - What? he exploded in approaching her, the body laid by an indescribable rage. She looked up at him his face drawn features, once more pale. - Listen, just trying to expose me the reason for your visit before you go,

Mr. Farrell. Natasha wondered if she could stand long. Merely watching filled him with great weakness. The man's voice had lost its warmth, softness but it evoked in her the painful memory of that fateful night. - I received a called Porter, he declared finally. - Oh ... is she exclaimed, appalled by impli cation of this revelation. Mike How had he found? Nigel, of course ... Nigel had told him ... How there had not she thought of it before? No doubt she was too preoccupied to imagine the reaction of his boss speech of his fiancé. - I see that we are beginning to understand us, he remarked. Natasha blushed suddenly he knew, the baby ... At the height of embarrassment, she would rather go underground instead of meeting his gaze. She turned away and walked in the room as if to escape the grip of these ice eyes. - I was asleep when your fiancé rang. I come from the United States, and I tried to recover some, it is a tiring journey. Mike How could he do that? if she asked miserably. Her delicate usual ...

- When I was able to emerge from sleep, he continued, I went down and I opened the door. An individual then broke into me like a cannonball. I was not very woke up and before I had time to react ground, he killed me a good punch. She suddenly dropped into the nearby chair and took her face in his burning hands. The voice of his visitor, who continued his story, the froze like a winter wind. - He then overwhelmed me a rosary of insults without bothering to show up or even to explain what he was doing at home. I was mad, a prey to delirium any ... - I'm sorry, Natasha whispered. - I do not doubt he retorted tit for tat. - I had not told her anything, she clarified, looking up. Tears shone in her eyes. - You really think I'm an idiot! - Not at all! - Ah ... maybe he has learned my existence in a crystal ball? - No, but Nigel was informed ...

The long silky hair of the girl swept her shoulders to her every movements. - Nigel? he repeated, frowning. He who accompanied you to the party? The fool in the sports car? She just nodded. Lee Farrell began nervously pacing the room back and forth along. She was not looking, but she guessed that the struggle going on within him: uncertainties, doubts, anger attempting Always check ... - Look, I do not know how he found out, but he would not have tried to blackmail me if ... - Get sing? Does the cut, abasour-die. He stopped before her and squinted while staring at her. - Yes, a very nasty expression, is not it?

Page 27 he quipped with an ominous smile. And a good project also low. - What do you mean by that? she asked in a flat voice. What are you currently tell me? - This is not true! You keep playing the innocent? It is you who have sent

Porter find me ... - No! she screamed in horror. - Yes! He did not act on his own. I have never met as talented actress you! You are very clever ... I do not know man abusing me to let me as a kid. You have organized your plan, both ... But I'm not that naive. I demand that you might encounter a blood test I have to know if I'm the father, before anything else. - A ... a blood test? she stammered, overcome with amazement. - I want proof that this baby is mine. His mouth was an unpleasant trick. - Although ..., 'he continued, I'm sure he is. You would not have taken the risk to mount such machination if it were that of another. However, I will not pay anything until you have proof. Natasha jumped up. A splitting headache pounding his temples suddenly : - But I do not want ... - My dear, what you want does not matter to me. From now on, it is I who gives instructions. When it is born, you will disappear forever, and I will keep the child.

- Listen! exploded the girl who believed crazy. The whole story seemed totally implausible him. Mike, extort money, blackmail! It was unthinkable. Perhaps they were victims of a misunderstanding. Lee Farrell interrupted in turn. - I understand Porter, thank you, he sliced. Further explanations are unnecessary. He has at least the quality to go straight to him. If this child is mine, I will repay. Certainly tonight has cost me dearly, but I can bear to know that my child is raised by a mother also false, as hypocritical as you! You are despicable. She turned pale under the insult. - From now on, we will do things legally. My lawyers will prepare a note when you have undergone exams. You sign, you will get the money only after, and if you dare try to meet again, the baby and me, you'll be in serious trouble. Be sure you will have no recourse, everything will be provided for this purpose. After a long look full of all his hatred, he turned and walked out, leaving the girl prostrate.

She jumped when the door slammed violently, and, trembling, she ran after him. But he descended the stairs four at without looking back. Natasha tried to catch however; once in the street, she came face to face with Mike coming out of his car. The young man kissed the scene of a glance; he fell into step Lee Farrell and strongly stood in front of him to force him to stop. They fought for a moment silence, like two beasts before the fight. The girl stumbled towards them stammering words intended to prevent the altercation. Farrell turned to her with a caustic air, then he went up his car and drove off in a squeal of tires. - So he came, 'said Mike. I should have guessed ... What did he want? - Come on, she said, heading toward the building.

Page 28 He followed her. Once on the landing, Natasha heard the door of the nurse to close softly. These events seemed decidedly inte-resser ... - Why did you go home? she asked her fiancé when they were immune from

eavesdroppers. How could you, Mike? - Why I went to him? he raised a scathing voice. You ask me a question like, after what he did? But I would have been able to kill him! Natasha shuddered. - You have no right. - No right? While we were going to marry? He looked now as if he had never seen before. - You came to break our engagement him she remembered. - Oh, Natasha ... The young man turned away and lowered his head like a child caught. But he ... suffered the verge of tears, she approached him and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. - Mike, I beg you ... - You can not imagine how I feel ... How could you take you so? How to ... She could not see her face, but she felt the pain in his voice. - You have never allowed to venture beyond a few kisses me, I accepted of atten-dre ... and suddenly you give yourself to a stranger? - You're still not believe that I acted on purpose? I had too much to drink, I've told you ... A shudder ran through him.

- It was he, this bad guy ... He is known for his female success, as Herries. When a girl he likes, he does not waste his time ... She thought he was not wrong! All he had to remember how Lee Farrell had distant from Nigel, that night ... His head was spinning ... - Yet I was sure it was Herries ... Natasha listened, ashamed and miserable. How dare look his boss in the face, now? - Farrell This is only a playboy, women jostling at his door, he continued. Moreover, while I was talking to him, a girl came out of the bedroom wearing only a red and ... without embarrassment! He lives in a real palace ... He paused and put his haggard eyes on her companion. - Oh, you really chose your man for revenge ... - But I ... - Needless to deny you resented me to death because I refused to give up my mother you. - You are mistaken, Mike! I have absolutely not acted deliberately. I drank too much

champagne ... He gave a mocking laugh, and Natasha felt overcome with sudden anger. - After all, said she, what does it importe- you? We are no longer engaged. You blame myself because your mother can not stand me, but it does not support the woman Kenneth, is not it? She will never accept that anyone who comes between her son and herself, she wants to keep you both for itself that's the problem ... She paused at the sight of defeated young man's face. - This is not true! if he exclaimed. - Really? Have you ever bothered to talk to Kenneth? she asked a

Page 29 voice suddenly softened to the distress of the young man. - How can you emit such suppositions when you do not even know my brother? - Your mother told me about him and his wife in a sufficiently eloquent. Mike, it left me no chance. If you had not pushed so hard for her to live with us, if you had deigned to listen to me ... but it's too late now. - Natasha, why have you done this? He seemed totally hopeless now also afflicted herself.

- I repeat ... I was unhappy, I lost my head. - And you met this lout. I should wring his neck! The girl hesitated a moment before asking: - He says you wanted to extort money ...? Taken aback, Mike opened his eyes. - What? - It seems you tried to exert blackmail on him. - Such a liar! Blackmail? But why ... It suddenly seemed to remember one important detail: - Ah ... I ... I told him he was going to pay us, but that's it. I have never spoken money. - I suspected that it was a misunderstanding, she sighed, relieved. - That's why he came to see you? he asked, frowning. She nodded. - He thought you wanted to extort a sum ... - Oh, I'd be able to kill him! muttered between his teeth. - That's enough, Mike. The impulsiveness of youth had caused enough damage yet. - You never see it again, and you will not see me more. He turned quickly to put on her a pained look. - Natasha ..., 'he began, taking a step toward her. - No, she said, stepping back. It's all over.

He seemed distraught, but he knew it as a gulf separated them forever, now. - How will you deal with this situation? he asked in a faltering voice. - One way or another, he'll have. - If you need anything ... She shook her head. - Thanks anyway, she smiles. He looked down for a moment. - It is also the Farrell problem, he whispered. - No, she once declared in a firm and determined voice. This is mine and only the mine. - You do not realize, Natasha, it will be very hard! - I'll come through. - You're going back with your parents? She would not answer, but she continued: - Perhaps, she said.

Page 30 He seemed relieved, and she was happy. - That would be the best solution, he estimated. She wanted him to leave now. Some time ago, they envisioned a future

happy with optimistic confidence. Today, their projects were reduced to ashes. Only loomed before her claims tomorrow. - You better leave me, Mike, she asked, seeing that he could not bring himself to do it farewell. But he remained motionless, plagued by confused emotions. - Natasha, I ... - Please, there is nothing more to say now. He closed his eyes a moment, then finally resigned himself to kiss her briefly on the cheek. - Good luck, 'he whispered. She waited until he was out to let the tears stream down her cheeks.

Page 31 CHAPTER 5 That night, she listened quietly to the radio when someone knocked on his door. Natasha parted and carefully flushed recognizing Nigel. He held the door with one hand as it was expected that the girl slams in his face ... - I want to talk, he said.

- Please, let me ... she stammered in a voice trembling while her embarrassment and distress. - You should listen to me, however, he insisted, pushing the door slightly. Natasha stepped back, and the young man entered. - You know that Mike Porter came to see me? he continued. - Yes, she nodded, wondering why Nigel was there. Maybe he burned to discover other piquant details about his misadventure? She had never felt great sympathy for him, but at that moment she hated him. With its unhealthy mentality, he would not fail to peddle the news of his sad story and embellish in its own way ... - You have not had any luck, he remarked, apparently seriously. She looked at him and saw, surprise, he watched with attention devoid of malice. - I understand that you have no desire to talk about it, but I wanted to make sure that it changes nothing between us ... or regarding your employment, he added, lingering on the

pale face of the girl. These are things that happen, you know, we make errors. I suspected that you would be embarrassed, but I do not want to lose you. You are a excellent secretary. I wish your leave to your ... you come to work normally. To his amazement, Natasha noticed that Nigel was embarrassed. His face was colored, and unsteadily. - Thank you, 'she muttered under his breath. - That must have caused a terrible shock ... She just nodded and looked away. - I just wanted to save you an additional concern about your future professional, he continued, already heading for the door. You need to know more where to turn, I guess. I can not imagine facing you this situation without a ... He stopped abruptly but soon resumed, - Anyway, do not worry unnecessarily. No one in the office will not judge you, we are all very broadminded. You have had bad luck, but that could have happened to anyone. Natasha reproached himself for having misjudged Nigel. Touched by this unpredictable meekness, she held him when he was going out. He looked hesitantly.

- I have not told anyone, thought it good to clarify before engaging in the cage stair. The girl no longer doubted his sincerity. A slight smile played on his lips. It should learn not to wear too hasty judgments, and not condemn people on appearances ... That night she went to bed with a lighter heart. Do not be forced to leave in search of

Page 32 new job, to face the curious eyes of his col-guages of the office, which would not failed to laugh at her behind her back, eased considerably. Only remained to solve financial challenge of his new position. The next day, however, on the way to the agency, Natasha felt very nervous. It was with a fixed smile and holding a little steep it crossed the corridors that led to his office. Nigel came later. At first the girl avoided eye contact with him, but as

the day progressed, she managed to relax. His boss deployed an overflowing activity; it worked in spurts and was that day in one of his creative phases. Endowed with inexhaustible imagination, he led gradually Natasha in the hot stream of ideas, so she finally forget about problems. At no time did he accosted personal matters. This inventive mood gave it an undeniable charm, and one of the team of cartoonists who came to submit his project did not fail to succumb to it. They exchanged eloquent glances. The young man finally set it a go "professional." Then he began to whistle, and Natasha could not help but envy his happy nature. Nigel was a hedonist, a lover of pleasure; He took life with a lightness sometimes disconcerting but friendly. Eager not omit any of his ideas, he held his secretary later than usual so she notes carefully. She did not held against him for she loved his work and he was on the other hand, deeply grateful for her understanding.

The bus that brought her back in her neighborhood are difficult spawned its way into the heavy traffic in London at the end of day. A crowd of pedestrians crowded the hurry sidewalks. Through the glass, Natasha looked at the unknown faces with the feeling of being a foreign, to come from elsewhere, do not belong to this world of busy people. She was desperately trying to get used to the new reality that would now be hers, ineluctably. Nobody could have suspected the inner distress that lived. But his body secretly housed another life, and that presence had the power to transform During his fate. She remembered her breakup with Mike in the park. If it had deployed more skill, if Mike had shown less blind if it had not unwisely accepted the invitation Nigel, if she had not drunk so much if she had not followed Lee Farrell ... if ... What if ... His fault because of his unconsciousness of a night she was brutally confronted

an unknown and uncertain future, but she had to face it. Once home, she dined with a mixed salad and a little cheese. She had just ridding when she heard a knock. Natasha wondered for a moment if she was going to answer ... Someone knocked again, and she heard the voice of the nurse. It therefore decided to open, however she had surprised to discover his neighbor in conversation with Lee Farrell ... - I'm off, 'said the Irish with regret. I'm on duty that night ... - Good luck, managed to articulate Natasha. Lee Farrell stepped quietly at the girl, without even giving him time in the prevent. He stopped in the middle of the room and began to contemplate his shoes, as if they exerted on him a sudden fascination ... - Mr Farrell, she began, I was going to write you this evening to inform you that you to misunderstand ... - I know, he's cut. - You ... you know? she was astonished. - Porter came back to me, he explained, looking up. That's why I'm here to

Page 33 excuse me. - Oh ... merely she responding, relieved not having to explain itself he was wrong. - He was furious and I have misinterpreted his words ... - Yes. - I treated you in an unacceptable way, he went on with the recital concern. - You were upset ... - To say! he looked with a hard laugh. I'm a very powerful man and I offer some undoubtedly a very easy target ... When Porter started threatening me at assert myself that I would pay him, I made the mistake of taking him at his word ... - I understand, she whispered, eager to see him go. Forget it. - The subject may be closed for you but not for me. I blame myself terribly you have insulted as I have done in the state where you are. The torments should not leave you much respite ... - It does not matter, think no more.

If only she could forget her misery from the day before and the morning after ... She only had to face its future, and the presence or the memory of Lee Farrell would help in anything, on the contrary, it would only complicate a situation that was already at the highest point. - Do not think about it? He put on her lively gray eyes suddenly a muffled violence. - Are you serious? How the hell do not think that you carry my child? Natasha blushed. - Mr Farrell, since you seem willing to listen to me now, be certain I do not expect anything from you, or anyone else. I go out in one: it is the problem mine, not yours. - But this is my child! - No, it's mine. He had an impatient gesture. - Listen to me, when we were two ... - Be quiet! I just want you to leave. Forget that we definitely we met. - Do not be ridiculous and cruel! he thundered. The menacing fury that emanated from him startled Natasha. It was as if she

had opened the door of a furnace whose wild flames would come to burn. He noticed her cringe, observed a moment the little face contorted with nervousness and approached her. - Be realistic, 'he went more slowly. You need help, and I'm the only one to help. How do you count to take without me? We did not even by the. - Know that I think about it day and night, she said with a bitter smile. He wanted to stroke the dark hair soft, tomorrow Damn I 3. but she dodged his gesture mechanically. He dropped his hand and stiffened: - We have obviously a solution, and you know as well as me: we we must marry. Natasha looked at him, eyes wide with amazement. - Getting married? This possibility had not occurred to him for a moment. Lips yet

Page 34 parted under the effect of surprise, she shook her head with Vehe-starts. - I will never marry you, it would be worse than anything! - Worse? he repeated.

- I'd rather have my child alone, rather than cluttering me a husband I have not selected. Bewildered by the turn the conversation had taken, she realized too late that she had insulted him. She saw pale under the influence. - I'm sorry! hastened she added. I have not expressed myself as I would have done ... - Indeed. - Listen, you know very well that I did not want this baby any more than I want ... - Of me? he cut sharply. - A husband I hardly know, she corrected quietly. Besides, you do not want any more than I that union. Finally, we saw maybe two or three times ... - Still, we had a night in complete privacy, he reminded him with a indecipherable smile that made her shudder. - You understand me very well, she retorted with obvious hostility. Think, Mr. Farrell, such a marriage would be a disaster, he would not have any chance to succeed. However, it is not recommended that a child grows up in an atmosphere of discord. He looked in silence for a moment before noticing:

- Look at the situation objectively, would you? How would you take to raise this child alone? - I have not yet considered all possibilities, but at first, I will keep my job. Then, well, I will advise ... There is always a solution if we take the trouble to look. Lee Farrell walked to a chair where he Intalla folding his arms behind his head. His black hair gleamed in the lamplight. He seemed pensive ... - Sit down, he suddenly threw. This brief order the bristled: - Mr. Farrell ... - Sit down! This time, his injunction cracked like a whip, and Natasha obeyed. In relief she felt, she then became aware of the weakness of his legs. She crossed her fingers her lap to hide their trembling. - How old are you? he went on. - But what ... - How old are you! - Twenty-two years old, she began ... Almost, she added, when she reluctantly

met the gray eyes which scrutinized. - You have twenty-one ... She nodded reluctantly. - But I am able to support myself, she clarified. I do not need your help ... - Yes, I had a brief overview of how you take care of. - That was different! I lost my head that night. - You were unhappy and you acted without any caution. - I will not commit such a mistake again! I'm not a natural carefree.

Page 35 - You let your emotions control you, he insisted, looking at her with an air indecipherable. Like many women, moreover ... - Is this an accusation? - A simple statement. As your fellow, you tend to act first to then think. This behavior proves sometimes Desas-Montreux. - Only for men bombarding him with such generalities about women! - You are very wrong in believing you capable of taking a single education

child. Either way, whether you like it or not, this baby is mine. Uncomfortable, Natasha shifted in his seat: - Although accidentally ... It could have been ... She stopped suddenly in front of metallic luster of her eyes, the hard line of his mouth. - You excel when it comes to use of deadly words! if he won. He could have be that of any man, right? Crimson, the girl did not answer. - But it was not just any man, precisely, he continued his teeth tight. As a father, I am responsible for the child, what it costs you, and I hear exercise my rights: stick to it to say. Tears filled the blue eyes of Natasha. - I ... I do not want to hurt you, but ... can you understand how I feel ? - I understand perfectly, on the contrary, he cut. Like Porter. - I still love, she confessed in a sob. Unable to continue, she buried her face in her hands: her tears were right her. After a moment, Lee Farrell sat on the arm of his chair. He put an arm

around her shoulders and pulled her against him. She then found her face against his chest without having made the slightest gesture to escape the contact. With infinite tenderness, he began to fondle Natasha hair, and little by little, her tender attentions managed to calm her down. - Wear not forgive you? he asked. She just shook her head. - It seemed rather aggressive and unsympathetic, he remarked, almost to himself. - It is not so! does she defended immediately, tearing from his grasp. She immediately regretted not to feel reassuring those around her arms ... - It was a shock for him too, do not forget, 'she said. What a waste ... - If you had loved her, he would have admitted to being partly responsible for your misfortune. - It would not have changed the fact that I expect the child of another. Anyway, his mother would reveled the situation. Although Mike asked me, I would marry her more now. He watched for a moment curiously. - You are terribly stubborn, he remarked at last, and you design integrity with

well agreed criteria. - Thank you, 'she said in a half-smile. He gently lifted her face to the girl. Then he took out his handkerchief to wipe gently tears still glistened on his cheeks. They looked for a moment and he said: - I am going to open a bank account. - No ... if she exclaimed!. But he put a finger to his lips to silence him.

Page 36 - You do not have the choice: either you SPOUSE sez me, either you accept an arrangement legal. Do not bliez-or I could go to court ... - In court? Do not be ridiculous! You bring the court? - You would not lie to a judge, he said mockingly. You would admit that I am the father of the baby, and the court would grant me a say on his education. - But it sounds like blackmail! - Do not make me come to that end rather accept my assistance. You are not forced to use the money right away, but I want to lighten your task, one way or another.

- That's ... that's very kind of you, 'she whispered, again in tears. He looked at his trembling lips. - You accept? She nodded reluctantly and gave him an uncertain smile. - I appreciate your attention. An awkward silence fell between them, as if suddenly they saw nothing more to say. Finally, Natasha asked politely: - Can I offer you a coffee? - With pleasure, he nodded. She walked to his small electric stove. While she was busy, he threw on a circular piece look. - You know, he noticed, you can not stay here very long. When your owners will realize ... - I know, it does cut. - I'll find you something better. - No! she defended herself immediately. You do not do anything! So stop trying at all costs you interfere in my life. I'll manage quite well alone. - Okay, okay, okay ... Do not take the fly again. And your family? Are they know?

Natasha shook her head. The kettle began to whistle and the girl was slow pass coffee before serving. - I should tell them, of course, but ... - Can you solve it? - That is to say ... I will cause them such grief ... Lee Farrell brought the cup to his lips. Natasha sat down across from him. - All would not it be easier if you agreed to marry me, Natasha? he asked he softly. - Oh no! I would have to overcome another category of problems, that's all. - If you prefer to face such a reality rather than a marriage between us ... The tone of his voice echoed oddly in the ears of the girl. - If I cross unscathed the next two years, I will be out to me, and if I your wife, it will be facing a lifetime! - Obviously, he looked rather curtly, I am deeply adverse to your eyes. - Excuse me ... I did not mean ... - Do not return to what is said, he cut coldly. I had the weakness to offer a helping hand, and you make me feel badly that it was beautiful illusions.

- You do not understand me! she protested. That night ... was an accident. It is as if I had been taken in a trap. - And you do not intend to marry the person responsible for the accident?

Page 37 - No, she sighed with a smile. He swallowed his coffee, put down the cup and stood. - Good night, Natasha, he threw before quickly closing the door behind him. He disappeared without giving him time to decipher the strange expression that had darkened his face.

Page 38 CHAPTER 6 Some time later, Natasha was working in his office when Sonia Warren made burst into the room surrounded by a cloud of heady perfume. - Nigel is there? she asked with the girl. The latter shook his head while continuing its ranking. Sonia then sat on the edge

office folding his long legs sheathed in silk in a graceful but studied position. She was a very provocative femininity in her green dress plunging neckline. - Can I help you? Natasha inquired politely. - Not really. I wanted to talk to Nigel personally. - He'll be back in an hour. Should I tell him to call you? - Yes, please. Sonia put both hands flat and leaned slightly back by raising head slightly in a position she used glad to offer its admirers sculptural profile. She never forgot to emphasize its sensuality character. Usually she ignored Natasha, now she strutted before her with a hint of malice. - Have you seen Lee Farrell lately? she asked. The girl felt her cheeks redden. The other immediately regarded with accrued interest. - Not lately. In reality, she had seen two days earlier. - It is not hard, is not it? whispered Sonia, who discovered her more openly play. She looked at Natasha with an air of pity and added:

- I should not have to tell you this ... but we do not immediately know who you are dealing when alongside the ever so slightly? Oh, I would hate to hurt you, my dear ... - You do not weary me, said Natasha considering his visitor without any amenity. - Note ... We must recognize that you are not strong enough to subdue a man like him. You are too wise. - Or too dull, perhaps? - Let's see! exclaimed Sonia with a honey-lous smile. Do not make me say that! You have instead a charm ... particular. She examined the girl with a look so much talking that it no longer doubted she found her terribly insignificant ... - It is certain that Lee spoiled for choice with his job ... To his surprise, Natasha realized then that she knew nothing about it. - What is he doing? she asked involuntarily, driven by curiosity. - You do not know then? - He did not inform me.

- He leads the Starlight discs for only five years, but the company already knows considerable expansion. - I've never heard of, noted Natasha.

Page 39 Granted it was following the music news that from far away. - Lara Brennan records home, Sonia clarified with some emphasis. - Lara Brennan ... repeated the girl. Yes, I heard his last success on the radio. - It is also the last mistress dated Lee Farrell ... An evil smile lit up the face of Sonia, and she did not scruple to observe the effect of his perfidy on his victim. The latter could not help starting; she hastened to look down. - Really? she managed to say. - Yes, she is quite type, huge eyes, an angel face ... The ringing phone interrupted and Natasha answered. Sonia took the opportunity to slip away, not without recalling the girl to inform Nigel for his visit. Soon after, Natasha looked out the window, his-tender. Why the revelation of Sonia

she would have astonished? The behavior of Lee Farrell, the night they met, did not he gave a very eloquent image of his manner with women? It would have been madness imagine that that night was different. She had just given him the opportunity to add a conquer more to his list: it represented nothing else for him ... But why the evocation of their adventure was she suffering? She was not in love him ... It was stupid to be shaken by the chatter of this woman. What the deuce she could wait a fleeting hug? An hour later, Nigel excitedly burst into the office. He had snatched a major contract to a rival. He showed good humor when he suddenly stopped to observe more carefully his secretary. - It will not do, is not it? You are very ill ... but I quite what you need to address it! The girl stiffened immediately and put on him a marked look of defiance. - Wait, wait! he defended himself. Do not throw a stone at me without hearing me. I'm going

see a new play at the Apollo tonight with friends. We have a ticket too, why do not you join us? - It's very kind of you, 'she said hesitantly. - I think this show please. Rassu-ground you, we will protect you for six ! he said, slightly annoyed. This will change the ideas. - I accept with pleasure, she nodded, a little ashamed to always suspected Nigel feed unmentionable intentions. It was not so black she liked to imagine. - We planned to dinner afterwards, because before the curtain we do not have the time. - Okay, she smiled a little shyly. On the other hand, Sonia Warren came to you; she wants you to remember. - Well, well ... he said with a sudden interest. What can she want me? ... Pass Me in my office, will you? he said before disappearing into the next room. - Sonia? Natasha inquired when she had the young woman on the phone. I for Nigel you ...

His interlocutor gave a small tinkling laugh. - My poor darling, but I already had, Nigel, if you want to know ... Refusing to lend to the pun, Natasha hastened to put it online. She sometimes surprised to want to work in another medium as advertising, at an attorney

Page 40 or accountant, for example, where people like Nigel and Sonia would not have the opportunity to give vent to their schemes and where they would not maintain the same relations. The girl felt uncomfortable in the Artwork where "sex" was holding a spot if important: helping to promote some products it was openly present in many relations between employees of the company. As for her, she had gradually accustomed to impersonate naive and left; she conceived, indeed, life differently. Maybe its footprint Education a very strict morals, she explained her attitude? What irony! she thought. Who knew Natasha Blairy this good girl and old game, would have lost the head space of one night to the point of return now pregnant?

That evening, theater, dining room greeted with a noisy enthusiasm. Natasha would have loved to share the general merriment, but she could not. - You seem like very little, Nigel pointed out to him at intermission. - I'm sorry, if she apologized by offering him a smile as kind as possible. - It does not matter, the young man, patting her hand. We will try to remedy. - We begin by offering you a drink! launched one of the group members. The bar was full when they arrived. Natasha found himself standing among these people, to pretend to listen. At the bottom of herself, she had only one desire: to find a peaceful five apartment. She could not yet be integrated into this very nice group. The feeling of being different, not to be really there never left. - But you do not drink! Nigel exclaimed when he saw that the glass of the girl was always full. - Do not worry, she replied, determined to never let stun by alcohol. Once was enough for him ... It was only when they rejoined their seats it

aperCut Lee Farrell, in a box. Beside him stood a young redhead wearing a coffee-colored dress. When Natasha saw slipping her arm through his companion, she could help starting. She immediately looked away, furious to react that way. He ... not not for him! Had she not pushed bluntly? There was nothing between them but a few hours of madness ... She settled down and dipped himself in the reading program, determined not to attempt a look at him ... After the last encore, they came out to mingle with a dense and talkative crowd in front theater. - We're going to dinner, now reminded him Nigel. - Oh, I ... 'she began. But the young man took her hand and shook her gently. - Do not say anything! Nigel knows better than you what to do. - Excuse me, suddenly made a deep voice behind them. A man was trying to break through between the two young people and the crowd. Unlike Nigel, Natasha did not need to turn around to recognize that voice.

It was strangely shaken by the particularly hard, dry tone of Lee Farrell. For just a moment, their eyes met, but she hastened to look away. The image of that great soft and slim body dressed in a dark suit and elegant stood for a moment printed in his mind. It gave off a sensuality that would not let insensitive.

Page 41 The young redhead with him. Clinging to his arm, she tried to keep as Somehow, too on her high heels. - Yikes! exclaimed Nigel. Not only Farrell had not greeted them, but he did not seem the same recognize ... Natasha did not raise his remark; She watched intently the street where the gradually reduced to taxi rank which carried the audience to unknown destinations. The blood was beating her ears; she felt more lost and more alone than ever. Nigel went to her and said in a voice soft: - Are you okay? She just nodded. - It still would have been we say goodnight! he added. - Why would he do? she replied with a shrug.

Now the girl no longer had any desire to go to dinner, but she could reconsider Nigel would not permit. She tried is to do well and managed to almost to hide her sadness. - You had a good time? he asked, dropping it later before his door. - Excellent, she lied with feigned enthusiasm that gave pleasure to the young man. - You see, I was right: you have to go out a little. That always helps. - It's true, she said with a smile. He came to open her door. Natasha began to fear that he wishes to accompany further when she realized her mistake. Nigel's attitude was not the same since she was expecting a child. He showed protective and considerate towards her. No doubt he felt no more fashionable to play again seducers. She looked at him with affectionate amusement when he bent to kiss her gently on the cheek. - Thank you, Nigel, she whispered. He blushed slightly. - Do not thank me, please. - But you're so considerate ...

He returned to his car with a vaguely embarrassed. Finally, if he liked to appear in a fantasy day he did not like least behave like a gentleman when situation demanded. That night, Natasha slept a heavy sleep. It was slow, the next morning, to emerge from sleep. All day, she felt uncomfortable, strange, without really knowing why. For several days, she felt the same feelings, so that it ends up Nigel advise to consult a doctor, but he met with a refusal. She would have time to resolve it when his condition really require. On Friday evening that week, she watched a movie on television when someone knocked at his door. She did not expect in the least to receive a visit from Lee Farrell, yet it was he who stood in the doorway ... - How are you doing? he asked coldly. - Very well, thank you, 'she said nervously, without hiding the annoyance caused him this unexpected presence.

Page 42 - You do not invite me in? She hesitated, but he seemed in no decided to turn back, she faded

to let him pass. He wore a pearl gray lightweight suit that showed off her slender body. - Maybe you could turn off this? he suggested, pointing to television. Natasha did so immediately. - Did you like the play, the other night? he went on. - Yes and you? She welcomed achieve internally to respond as calmly. If she mastered her voice, he was not the same for her face. Her cheeks were burning, she guessed very red. - Not so much, he said with an indefinable expression. - Really? she was astonished. - No, she somewhat annoyed. I was not in the mood to enjoy a comedy satirical. "Me neither, really," she mused. Had he found the same provisions she that night? After all, were they not both victims of the same tragedy? It had never questioned the nature of her feelings for him, after all ... Maybe not accommodated it not so easily to its light weight overnight? - You were with this idiot of Herries ... His remark sounded almost like an accusation. - We were with friends, she corrected.

- I wonder how you can support this fool ... - I work for him, I'm his secretary. He had a face more disdainful. - I see, merely there to comment. - Nigel is a friend, she prevailed, nothing more! And yet ... she considered him as recently ... Lee Farrell glanced around him. - You have dinner? She did not have the presence of mind to say yes immediately ... - So I invite you, 'he added dryly. - No, thank you, 'she replied, annoyed by his tone brittle and cold. - Why not? His gray eyes had darkened almost imperceptibly. - You spent an evening with Herries, you can pay me well, right? - I'm not hungry ... but it's very kind of you, thank you. I'm sorry. - Are you obliged to say so? - How? - You address me as if I was afraid you ... Do you think that I do not feel the right? You train consistently a wall of ice between us, when we are together. - Excuse me, I ...

- Do not apologize, I beg you! he thundered violently. You want me, do not right? - No! she protested, by empourprant again. - Oh ... But if we were two, right? - I am aware!

Page 43 - Yet you can not stand me ... You keep me in spite, even if you are supporting the opposite. - No, I just think it would be better if we did not meet us. - Why? - It is useless. It was a movement of irritation. - Whether you admit it or not, I'm concerned too. Want to keep me away, as if I was not concerned! Okay, it is you who carry this baby, but I have anything to say, I think! Natasha fell on a chair his legs no longer supported it, she trembled. - Sit down, Mr. Farrell, she mouthed weakly. - Lee! he exploded. Damn, my name is Lee! How can you continue to calling me

"Mr. Farrell"! - Do not ... do not shout, she stammered with a nervous laugh. He sat across from her and watched her for a moment. - And if we were talking, just? - What do you mean? she sighed. - We could discuss many subjects? She looked at him with a weak smile. - What good ... Mr. Lee. Would it not be better to avoid review? - Why? cut there. - Because we have nothing in common. - How do you know? The only time you could check it, we hardly had the time to exchange our ideas ... - You remind me of that night when I'd love to forget ... - I had noticed in ... But how the hell would you forget? And for me that take you? Natasha frowned and persisted in his silence. - Despite what happened between us, you apply yourself to treat me as a perfect abroad, he continued dryly. The girl bit her lip without looking up. - Why do not tear down this imaginary wall you raised between us, Natasha?

- I do not want you to think ... She paused, confused and embarrassed. - What I think what? the he encouraged. - That I am ... Certainly, the words escaped him. She felt his stare on her and she shuddered. - An easy girl? he continued in his place. - Yes, she said in one breath. - Such an idea never crossed my mind, he calmly declarat. And you would do well to out of your head. I'm not here with the intent to seduce you again if that's what you fear. - Why did you come ... Do not blame me nurture such suspicions, but admit? the reputation that follows you can give pause. Your female success is a mystery to person. Lara Brennan, for example ... - Lara ... If you want to insinuate that I had an affair with her, well I do

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détromperai not: it is true. I am thirty-seven years, Natasha, I'm not a schoolboy. - I asked you anything ... - I am grateful to you, 'he said sarcastically. If I'm here tonight, it's probably because I thought of you. What do you believe? This is very new for me too ... from the beginning, too. When we met, I guessed instinctively that it was different this time, that you were different. The events are then peeled, as in a dream, were inevitable ... - Yes, she whispered, inevitable ... - When the next day you spoke of Porter and you fired me as you did it, I was furious. I felt ... No matter if he interrupted. Nobody likes that they're used self when his emotions are involved. And no man appreciates that woman gives herself to him to punish another. - I did not punish Mike, it's not that. - I kind of feel that you do not know very well why you have done so, he noted. Like many women, you let yourself be tempted by the devil to regret it.

It is therefore normal that you were standing grievance in me since I am the devil. This reflection tore a smile to the girl. - That's better! he said. Your smile is the first thing I noticed ... I have not seen much of you laugh since. - I have not had the opportunity. He nodded, then watched with an indecipherable air. - Is it really finished with Porter? She nodded. - Forever? Natasha spoke then the existence of Mrs. Porter. He listened attentively, without taking party. - Excuse me if I give you my perspective straightforward, but it is not a man, if he lets himself be led by his mother as well, 'he said when she had finished. He looked at his watch and continued: - And it still means something to you? She did not answer. - It is quite late, however, we could go to dinner slightly, what do you think? Because the ice is broken ... She jumped up.

- I'll put a jacket. He was right, after all. Why did not they would maintain simple reports and courteous ? They went in busy Italian restaurant despite the late hour. An orchestra played softly on a small stage. They she enjoyed a melon with Parma ham and spaghetti with tomato. They talked, smiled, and Natasha, gradually relaxed. She even ends up feeling fine. They discussed literature, music, theater, quietly exchanging opinions, uncovering each other. Lee had pleased the girl at first sight and many women had to be sensitive its undeniable charm. He was not only attractive; it emanated from him a sensuality Magnetic inherent to its particularly strong and virile personality. - This evening you enjoyed? he asked a little later by renewing her home.

Page 45 - Yes, she said, visibly delighted. He touched his finger cheek Natasha. - I will not tell you that I was sure ...

- No, do not tell me, she said, amused. - I have two theater tickets for next Saturday, you will accompany me? She hesitated a moment, and the gray eyes peered with a touch of humor. - Do not answer no! - Do I not right? - No, he decided firmly. Maybe she was committing the greatest follies, but she agreed. She went to bed, that night, as happy as she had been for weeks. A little after, she plunged with delight into a deep sleep. They saw each other often and regularly. They evo-querent never his private life to himself, but girl assumed that Lara Brennan was holding a spot, and other women too. However, it Natasha never had the slightest equivocation gesture. He treated her like a sister, like a girl, appeared protective, reassuring. She sometimes irritated by. No doubt he felt guilty for it, and responsible for it somehow. She could only be grateful to him; yet she caught herself occasionally to regret seeing him since that night ... For a reason she could not explain, their appointment frequent complicating her life ...

Page 46 CHAPTER 7 One morning, Natasha woke up again in the strange state she had experienced some time earlier, but this time without apparent cause weakness that seemed to want to settle. It lost her appetite, she loses weight, a disturbing pallor décolora his face. One day at the office, she was dizzy and had to restrain himself at the table not falling. Nigel hastened immediately around it. - First of all, sit him ... he commanded. You are livid, what's happening? The girl was able to answer him as she trembled. - You are sick, he said nervously. You must see a doctor. - Yes, she nodded weakly. But deep inside of herself, she had decided to avoid a consultation if she is restored. - Are not you a little too thin ...? inquired the young man, slightly embarrassed. - For now, it's normal, she assured.

In reality, it was floating in his clothes now. Certainly, she ate very little to Because of his frequent nausea. - I'll call a doctor, decided the young man anxiously. - No, I will see my own tonight. - Are you sure? - Do not worry. - It's just ... you really do not seem to go well ... - I'll be fine, I assure you. But that night, she felt worse and worse: several times she was on the verge of fainting. Fortunately, the next day was Saturday; she would not have had the strength to up to seven hours to go to work. So she did sleep late and went to buy some provisions. After being forced to breakfast lightly, it came down to walk along the river. Already, summer seemed distant. Trees began to undress for the winter, scattering their russet leaves in water gray Thames. Birds perched on lice-saient barges screeches. Large white buildings, like icebergs gleaming under the autumn sun. Natasha walked

Slowly, the troubled mind. She thought her family that she had not yet notified. His Silence will not protect for long. What would happen when they would guess? The perspective of being in the heart of a scandal terrified beforehand. A line of cars, stopped by a embouteil-lage, filled the street that ran along the riverbank. Suddenly Natasha jumped recognizing Lee in a taxi ... He did not look in his direction. At his side stood Lara Brennan wearing a black jersey jacket. She was holding a animated conversation with his companion, and when she approached him, Natasha felt falter. When she saw the hands of Farrell on the shoulders of the young woman, she turned away, any scrapie. A veil suddenly darkened his sight and hit a lamppost. She stepped around him unsteadily; a low hum rose in her head ... It will not be remembered very clearly what happened next, but she found herself lying on the ground, in the middle of a crowd. The sun-Glait confession, but she noticed confusedly around She faces of anxiety and, more clearly, that of Lee Farrell.

Page 47 - What has happened? he asked. As his heart was pounding, Natasha closed his eyes and remained silent. - She passed out, they replied in his place. - Someone should call an ambulance, gave another voice. - I take her to a doctor, Lee intervened decisively. He stooped, lifted the girl in his arms and carried her into his taxi. She did not even the strength to protest. He moved gingerly on the back seat; Natasha heard the snoring engine, the vibrations of the vehicle windows. Then a door slammed and she heard a female voice: - What does he? - She fainted, explained Lee, close to the sick. - I lead you where? worried the driver. To the hospital? - No, said Lee. In the address I have indicated to you. I myself will call the doctor ... I take you home, 'he added. Natasha wondered if that last sentence addressed her or another woman. He he was still unable to open his eyes. She was cold, terribly cold. The blood seemed

retiring of its members from his face. - It looks really bad shape, says Lara Brennan. Her dress rustled slightly, and a puff of perfume pervades the atmosphere. - She's frightfully pale ... 'she said. You said you knew? - Yes, she's a friend. A small crystalline laughter greeted his answer. - Really? Lara Brennan took on a slightly ironic tone that displeased Natasha. - Yes. - Maybe I should go with you, in case you would need help? The taxi slowed, then stopped. - No, I'll manage. - Are you sure? - Absolutely, thank you. - Very well, as you will, abdicated Lara with resentment tip. The seat squeaked when she got up, and Natasha could hear distinctly the sound of a kiss. - Good luck, 'said the young woman of her voice slightly hoarse and mocking. I hope it does not matter ... for your "friend". But not long to call the doctor!

The car started up again shortly after; Lee sat next to the girl. Taking advantage of a bend, she slid against his companion and he put an arm around her frail shoulders for guard against him, but she stiffened and pulled away. This time, she managed to partially open the eyelids and distinguished Lee standing over her. He watching; his dark brows formed a black line above his gray eyes. - How do you feel? - A little better, she said, trying to smile. - This is hardly sees, he noticed with a sudden impatience. What the hell are you done to put you in such a state? You look terrible! - I fainted, that's all. She wanted her some indulge in anger; she was too weak to bear their remonstrances. - Since when have these disorders begin? They had not seen for ten days, but it seemed to Natasha ten months had

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In fact, she had unconsciously relegated his physical ailments secondary. Of concerns such as how to approach his family, the arrangements when the baby would be there, had monopolized all his mind. Now she blamed herself terribly and began to tremble at the thought of what the doctor might tell him. - The first time? he repeated incredulously. Unable to bear his inquisitive look, Natasha looked away. His silence like a confession, also he won. - I do not know what I would do to you ... he uttered between his teeth. You are the stubborn ... He stopped when he saw her shudder with dread. The taxi stopped; Lee paid the driver. Then he helped the girl down and took immediately by the size as it seemed uncertain on his feet. She nearly protest but found it more wise to rely on its protective arms. She did not pay any attention to her surroundings before Lee did introduce in a house. She then noticed the white ceiling, very high, spacious and luxurious lobby. Then

she focused her attention on the steps of a staircase that it was now climbing. Once on top, Lee settled on a large bed He looked at her with restrained irritation. - Be back in a minute. Do not move! Natasha heard him away and call, without understanding what he was saying. His gaze wandered soon on the room where she was. The subtle décor harmoniously allied the modern and the ancient. A beige carpet and gold curtains double gave the whole a cozy character. A bouquet of chrysanthemums orange lay on a table in the glass tray near the window. Many cushions broke the monotony of color cream bedspread where she was sitting. A plant stereophonic ultramodern almost covered one wall. Lee came back with a glass of water and handed it to the girl. - I called a doctor, mine. He's a friend. He will be here any minute now. Indeed, Natasha just finished drinking when a blond man, and endorsement friendly, entered the room. He did not comment before you finish reviewing its

ill. - Lee? You can come back, he said, arranging her stethoscope in her bag. The latter complied and turned to the doctor after taking a brief look at the girl. - So? he asked. - Well ... I can not say anything without conducting various reviews, but I'm lest we have some problems. - What kind of problems? Lee asked, frowning. - Nothing is sure yet, but ... - I beg you, James, what is it? - I do not like to say without proof ... Finally, if you insist ... This young person is at risk of losing her baby. - Oh! exclaimed Natasha involuntarily. This possibility had not left over days, but to hear and make high intelligible voice made him aware of the extent of the despair that devastate if this produced ... - Do not worry, reassured the doctor who had noticed his expression. I said

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you risk losing it, I did not say it was safe. If you follow my advice, nothing like will happen. Rest, he added, turning to Lee. She must rest. This young woman is too thin, it will have to stay in bed for some time, stop working, of course, and chase all worries. Natasha leaned back against the pillows, trembling. - You will get to the hospital for your exams: I take care of everything and you will warn in time. He then wrote his prescription. - Of iron and vitamins: you are too weak. Ensure that it takes them scrupulously, he advised his friend, who escorted her to the door. Natasha remained alone, prostrate, staring, lost in the wave. A sense of guilt began to dawn: she should see a doctor earlier; why did she neglected to do so? - You'll stay here tonight, announced Lee returning a tone without reply. - It's impossible, she replied weakly. He took no notice of her answer and lifted her in his arms to take her to another

room. Natasha could no longer distinguish his face as firm and resolute line of the jaw. - I refuse to sleep here, I want to go home ... I will not stay in bed all the same to me everyday. Not every day! I have to work ... Ask me down, Lee! - Give me the keys to your apartment, I'll go get your things, he continued as if he had not heard. - So do you not listen to what I just said? He sat on the bed after placing his burden and without leaving Natasha time to understand what happened to him, he began to get rid of her dress. - But what do you do? if she indignantly, blushing. - I undress you. Do not worry, I fed no other intention. - I can charge me myself, it seems to me! - All right, I give you two minutes and I'll make sure you obeyed me, he agreed as he walked toward the door that closed behind him. After a brief moment of hesitation, the girl decided to take off his clothes. She was bed, the covers pulled up to his neck, when Lee returned. He briefly looked a mocking smile on his lips. - Shy now? he hissed. Your keys, please, 'said he, extending his hand.

- In the pocket of my jacket, she muttered grudgingly. - Well, not matter of you to move the bed, before my return, understand? - This is ridiculous! I'm not a child! - I'm not so sure, 'he said before leaving. When he was gone, Natasha eyes scanned the room: a lovely room and very Women in a harmony of pink and white. She could not stay here, she thought. Lee do not really want. Besides, why would it have been otherwise? She saw him again in the taxi, when Lara had entwined ... She saw their tender embrace that clearly evoked the nature of their relations. We guessed privacy at the same tone of their voice, the expression on their faces. Not if Farrell took care of her, he showed nice for him, it was only because he felt responsible for what happened to him. Yet in this misadventure, Natasha considered himself only offender ... If it had not been as bad shape, she would up and dressed, and would have fled. But a great weariness deprived him all his might. This time, she could no longer hide the

Page 50 reality: she was really sick. When she heard the uninsured Lee on the stairs, her heart began to beat in a way disorderly. The young man burst into the room, and her gray eyes went to Natasha. - You're already better it looks, the colors returned. In fact, his face was revived when she heard him climb ... but she drove well that thought quickly. - Can I go home now, she ventured. - No. I brought your things, he said dropping the bedside a small suitcase. - Oh ... You were very quick. He opened the briefcase where the clothes were neatly stacked, and pulled a shirt by night. - Here, put on this. Instead of obeying him, the girl remained motionless, 96 prey to a silent apprehension. Lee was standing suddenly menacing look. When ébau-cha movement, she thought she fainted. - Stop! if he cried with a cutting tone, leaning over the bed, the great fear of

girl. - Stop what? - Stop you put in all your statements because you're naked under the sheets and we are alone in the same room! - But ... what do you imagine? Does bre-douilla confusion. - Oh, do not play the innocent! You com-mencez to shake soon as we are a somewhat close to one another, and if you jump inadvertently I touch you. Do you think I do have not noticed? - No need to shout, it is useless ... - I do not cry! he thundered. Natasha sank a little deeper into his pillow and Lee Farrell, eyes anger sparkling, sat down on the bed She could not hold the cloth ... He violently snatched hands and the girl stifled a cry of terror. Terrified, she tried in vain to cover, under the dark but bright eyes of her attacker. A cold invades ... - Enough, she moaned, trembling. - Why is that? he said in a tone douceureux. The heart pounding, she tried to push his hand advancing inexorably

to its size. Panic now replaced the desire that had made him lose his head on the evening of their meeting. Fear, panic ... because those gray eyes that Parcou-raient his body awoke to the sensations she would have liked to know forever asleep. The idea of succumbing to the new replissait horror. To hell with tomorrow! 4. Lee Farrell ignored the poor resistance that oppo-known to him. He hugged the waist, bent on it and pressed against him, immobilizing the whole weight of his body. - Why are you so scared? Were not in the least that night ... And do not look at me like I was a monster! - Let me ... 'she stammered, ashamed to feel her shudder against recognizing throat warmth of his hand, the softness of her long fingers. Powerless, she closed her eyes when he captured his lips. Unable to resist more long, she kissed him and ventured to stroke her hair, her neck, her

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shoulders. Their embrace is made gentle, tender ... A hot wave enveloped them and rocked them for a moment. But suddenly, Lee sat up. He studied the flushed face of the girl before pushing a deep sigh. - You see, 'he said hoarsely. It's not so terrifying after all. You are Security under my roof, Natasha. I wish you, I will not pretend otherwise, but you can rest easy. I do not come to the door défoncerai abuse you. You risk nothing. He stood and held out her nightgown. She dared not look at him. - Stop just tremble whenever I approach you, 'he added, heading the door. Would you like something to eat? - No, thank you, 'she whispered. I'll get some sleep. He went out. Natasha was dressed then lay under the covers. She hated since, in the arms of Lee, she was surprised to secretly crave the caress again and again ... She despised. He had to show him he could kiss him and stick him there so good seemed. She was inexperienced, but not enough to ignore as he desired. He wanted her

just like any man would have wished the girl who offered naked in his arms. If the night they first met the excess of champagne had provided an excuse, now it does was no. His whole being, his whole body is disturbed in contact with Lee Farrell ...

Page 52 CHAPTER 8 Natasha spent a day in the hospital, and James brought him the results of the three tests days later. He sat at his bedside, smiling. - Okay, well not everything is so black, he joked. - I will not lose my baby? the girl asked, hopefully. - If you follow carefully to what they tell you, no. You must stop to work and lie down as much as possible up to six months. After the danger is averted. She looked at him, suddenly very pale. - But I can not ... - I'm afraid you have no choice, Natasha. It is crucial that you follow my guidelines to the letter. - It will monitor, Lee Farrell cut in a tone without reply.

He sat and listened, closed and hard face. Nervously, Natasha gave him a brief look. The doctor got up, still smiling. - Be reasonable, and all will be well. You want this child, is not it? She nodded. Oh, yes, she wanted! She wanted him despite all his efforts to deny this inescapable reality at first. Then she was surprised gradually to question ... Who he look like? Would it be a girl or a boy? She already amazed by trying to imagine. She was give life, and the possibility of losing this little being that slowly took shape in her the filled with dread. Lee joined her after having escorted his friend. He caught the look-conscious girl. Slowly, she said: - It remains for me to return to my parents. No other possibility is only offered to her. How to keep his studio when she stopped to work? - No, he said. - But I have no choice, she clarified, surprise. - You will marry me. That will take you out of embarrassment.

Stunned, Natasha's eyes widened. - Oh no ... The tone of his voice clearly expressed how much she was this crazy idea. - Do not argue! I've thought about ... - You 've thought! But you have no orders to give me! she exploded, furious and hurt both. - You and I know that this is the only solution. Do not run away from reality, you pale at the mere thought of facing your parents. Why should I leave you wrestle in what for takes you figure nightmare, when I have the chance to get away? - But neither you nor I want this marriage! - It is not a question of what we want. His face was hard, inscrutable. - We're getting married, 'he said. You will have the baby and then, if you wish ... we divorcerons. It seems to me that thus, in the immediate future at least, the problems will be solved. This union of pure convenience offers the advantage of being temporary. We can break it as soon as we express the will-Rons.

Page 53 The girl thinks. Indisputably, this solution was tempting. - Agree? the he pressed. She hesitated a moment, biting his lips. - If you are sure you do not regret it ... finally she said with a shy smile. - I'm sure he retorted. His eyes briefly lost in the wave then added: - Will you invite your parents to the ceremony? She quickly shook his head. Perhaps they would not profoundly sad attend the wedding of their daughter, but it was not a real marriage. It was a sham, a comedy, and his family did not need to witness it. She felt unable to play in front them in the happy and fulfilled wife. Natasha met gray and stern look of Lee, and she guessed that her term included the reason for the refusal. - Very well, he said for comment. Well, you can not stay here all alone day. I return to my earlier work, but an old friend of mine is going to live here some time, Lucy Truscot: she went to school with my mother. She is a widow and helps me part time his spare time to fill his solitude more than financial interest. She will take care of

you and will take care of the house. - I do not want you to change anything in your life because of me! she protested. I already feel guilty enough as it. - You do not have to feel guilty. Lucy will be delighted. - More ... - Do not argue, my decision is made. Natasha sat in bed Her bare shoulders with its night blue shirt seemed very pale. - By what right you allow yourself to decide for me, like I was a child totally irresponsible? You could at least ask my opinion! - Okay, he admitted, sitting down beside him with an impatient sigh. I want to leave someone with you during the day as my occupations can hold me over to long hours, and you know one here would prevent me from concentrating. Natasha looked at him with some surprise. - So he went on with a wry smile, expri-mez your opinion since you insist. What do you think? - What do you want me to think? she said nervously. I appreciate your attention. - Thank you ... - Excuse me if I do not show my gratitude with warmth.

He looked at her for a moment with a slightly amused. - Could we conclude any other contract? he asked. - What kind of market? - Would you stop asking you questions about anything? Whatever it costs us, we are one and the other on the same boat. I understand that you refuse to accept my help, but you do not have a choice, Natasha: you will become my wife, and you will rest during the coming months. Try to be patient, okay? - Okay, if she resigned sigh. The next day, James came to visit her sick and Lee told her their upcoming wedding. The doctor then insisted that the girl sits down as much as possible during the day. - Am I invited? if he informed. He had not shown any surprise at this news, and Natasha,

Page 54 whose cheeks were flushed, he was grateful. - Of course, you're invited, his friend replied. But you are requested not to offer us

toaster as a wedding gift. - No, actually, I thought of a clothesline, James replied, closing his briefcase before to get up. - To what? Lee exclaimed. - It is a useful present, James replied, unfazed. You could use you to attach Natasha in her bed when she refuses to rest. Then, when the baby gets here, to expand its outside layers. - His diapers? Lee repeated with a grin. - Children bear, assured the young doctor by sending a nod to Natasha. He will get used to it. Look at him! It's beginning to wonder if he should not change his mind. - Do not exaggerate, defended Farrell with a smile. - It's funny ... - What is funny? - I do not imagine you changing a baby. - Me neither, Lee confessed, turning to Natasha with an amused air. But you I not ask? - No, she promised, returning his smile. - When you get married? James inquired before leaving.

- I actually had to discharge formalities, Lee explained. Suffice it a simple ceremony at City Hall next Thursday at eleven fifteen. - I'll be there. I would not miss it ... Lee Farrell getting caught in the nets of wedding! - Do not laugh, it could happen to you one day or another ... The two men left, and Natasha listened to decrease the sound of their voices as they descen-daient the stairs. So Lee had already set a date ... The calm, the naturalness with which he had left her stunned announce! She still unable to really take aware of the unexpected turn of recent events, but the fact to hear that specific provision had been made gave them a tangible reality. Anxious, she frowned. She was not sure to love the way Lee had acted. Thursday, smooth and a quarter to eleven ... It sounded like a business appointment or a chore any programmed on his agenda after a coffee break and just before lunch ... He had learned to James without any novel-Semitism, without even looking, without even bothering to notify him before! And if he had not asked, probably not had it been informed at the last moment ... "Be outside the town hall and a quarter to eleven," he

Would it announced the same morning. She heard back. He stopped on the doorstep, and she offered him a smile that revealed nothing of his disappointment. - Do you agree? he asked. - Yes, she replied in a whisper. Yes ... He studied a bit more carefully, but said not a word. Her acquiescence was the meet, or he had asked his opinion of politeness. Later in the afternoon, Natasha phoned Nigel. - Natasha! How are you doing? - Much better, thank you ... - Great! It is terribly sad here without you. Then answer the phone myself ... When are you coming back?

Page 55 - Well, I ... I'm sorry Nigel, but I ... I'm getting married. - You will ... what? - Get married, she repeated, glad he could see how his cheeks were from blush. - With whom? - With ... Lee Farrell.

- Lee Farrell! You're getting married with Lee Farrell! Yikes! I would never have believed it would come to this ... It's probably because of your big blue eyes! ... Well, all my Congratulations! - Thank you. Nigel was silent for a moment and then he said, looking a little grumpy: - I'm glad that everything works out for you. I admit that worried me your future. He added, after another pause: - I went home bring you grapes. There was no ... - I'm at Lee. - I see ... When is the wedding? - Next week. - Can I come? - Of course, she said, while wondering how Lee would react to this news. After all, he had invited James. Although it was a quick ceremony, she appreciate the presence of a person of his knowledge. When a little later, she informed Lee, he took an annoyed air. - You invited this fool? he said. - It can also be very pleasant.

- This should not happen to him often, he retorted dryly. Have someone else to invite? Natasha shook her head. - No, no. He put it on his enigmatic gray eyes. Maybe be he thought that she had few friends. Sure enough, she had only a few rare relationships. It is difficult to bind, and the hectic life led people to London easier way friendship. - You really do not want to invite your family? You may hurt you know. - I know. But when they learn how anxious I get married, they will be deeply injured anyway, if not more. I prefer to put the fait accompli, they will and try to dissuade me. - Because they try to make you change your mind? - Yes. My mother inevitably insist on organizing a big wedding with reception and all that follows. I would then be obliged to explain that I can not wait, and it immediately understand why. - Natasha, they inevitably learn, sooner or later.

- I know, but it will be easier later. They will not be forced to hide their sorrow for play the proud parents see their daughter marry. He watched for a moment, thoughtfully.

Page 56 - Maybe you're right, after all. The ringing phone interrupted them and he went down to answer. But the sound of his voice succeeded to the girl: - Lara! if he exclaimed. His deep voice, warm, seemed suddenly joyous, and a twinge hugged the heart Natasha. It is forbidden to put it immediately into the account of jealousy. She was sad because it ruined the happiness of Lee posing as an obstacle between him and Lara Brennan. Maybe it was more attracted by it than he admitted? He seemed so happy to hear after ... wire He had suggested to Natasha that its relations with the star already belonged to past, but maybe she was the girl misinterpreted the meaning of his words? They seemed, in

Clearly, though still intimate ... - Lara, do not be stupid! he said, laughing. Despite his best efforts, Natasha could not restrain her tears. When she heard him hang up, she quickly dried her eyes. She managed to give him a wide smile when he was with her, but her fake cheerfulness do not convinced. - Something wrong? he asked. - All right, she uttered a false light voice. Who was calling? - Why? - Oh, I was just asking myself the question. - It was not for you, he cut a discourteous tone that surprised. As she looked at him in astonishment, he continued: - Was not that what you wanted to know? What did you hope? It was Porter? He had suddenly realized that he could live without you? - No! she said, suddenly furious to hear mention Mike. Not at all! She tried for weeks to forget his ex-fiance; she had not the slightest want to be spoken to him now. At the beginning of his break these painful memories had tortured without respite. Then, little by little, Mike had occupied a place in his mind less and less important.

Contrary to what she expected, instead of exacerbating his love, time had diminished. - If you had truly loved Wear ... - I do not want to discuss with you! she interrupted sharply. - Do you think I do not know that you still think of him? he said in a ringing voice Resentment content that belied the apparent calm of his face. I know it's true Because of your pallor. Why do not you admit it? He did not love you enough to challenge its mother, and you lose your time dreaming of him. - I do not dream of it! if she cried, wounded by the harshness with which he spoke. - So what did you do? Instead of answering, she looked down. How could she tell him the real reason his weakness? She simply wished he did not guess. Besides, how suspect it feelings which she did not understand the nature itself? She felt unhappy while ignoring why. She tried to ensure that Lee Farrell was no cause of her distress. If she had not come into his life like a sleepwalker unconscious of his actions,

no link could never close the one from the other. So, what did its relations with another woman? He walked over and sat down on his bed Then in a firm but tender gesture at a time, it

Page 57 put a hand on the throat of the girl. - No, leave me! she could not help crying. His fingers stiffened on her skin, and poor flame lit his gray eyes. Instead to release it slowly approached hers Natasha's face, and put her lips to his hot mouth to impose a ferocious kiss. She tried to push him away but he shook that more against him, as a punishment. Without giving him time to catch his breath, he kissed her wildly. It hurt him, and nails of the girl sank into the muscular shoulders that reduced the in-growth impotent. She finally discuss deploying all forces him remained, and finally he released her. Panting, bruised, she leaned back.

Lee suddenly stood up and approached the window. He turned his back, but it heard breathing, she saw his body still shuddering, his fists clenched. Trembling in bed, Natasha whispered in a broken voice: - Never try to touch me! I could not bear it. He did not answer immediately and remained motionless, time to recover his composure, and then, without looking at her, he silently left the room.

Page 58 CHAPTER 9 The next day saw the arrival of Lucy Truscot. Natasha found her immediately sympathetic with his smiling face, his curious gaze and full of goodness. Small, slim and lively, she was busy in the house like a bee gathering nectar in a garden. No doubt she considered it his duty to inform Natasha, immobilized in his bed, everything that is happening outside. The girl immediately realized that it does not bother in his company. - Would you like a cup of tea? Lucy said. They are redoing the road, you hear the jackhammer? Ah, painters

renovating the facade of number 24. Do you know what color they repaint? In pink, a horrible pink! I asked them what tone it were; amethyst, have they answered. Amethyst! ... How about a slice of hake for your lunch? I will prepare you with the sauce Mushroom. Fish and milk, it is excellent for babies. While talking, she kept fussing around the bed, patting the covers, picking magazine fell to the ground, adjusting the fall of Lucy curtains never remained inactive and - I love colin, timidly replied Natasha, thank you. - The phone! exclaimed Lucy trotted to the door. His white and very fine hair auréolaient his face from a small fluffy cloud. The young daughter looked out to answer it while blaming himself for having been so tight-lipped. His great timidity often prevented from expressing his sympathy as she would have liked. - It was Lee, Lucy announced returning already. - Really? Nastasha said in a tone she hoped indifferent. What did he want?

- Just make sure you were all right, that I hastened to assure him. He is concerned too, like all men elsewhere. He's a perfectionist. Always things to go in the sense that he sees. Oh, I'm forewarned, do not take life that way. It's very nice to be a dreamer, but it is good to trust others, occasionally. On this, the old lady went out, leaving Natasha a little puzzled. That all this meant? Lucy did she imply that Lee should trust him, her, Natasha? Lee, a dreamer? ... It was very unlike him. This term is rather applied to it, who liked a bit too ready to close in on itself; so much so that when opened his eyes, because he had to, the world and the behavior of his fellow the often shocked. No, Lee was too confident to be a dreamer. The wedding morning, it applied to dress with the help of Lucy lit when someone began pounding on the front door. - What is this uproar? Lucy wondered. Here's ways! In any case, this din not bode well ... - I hope you're wrong, the girl said with a weak smile. She did not feel at his best. She had not left the bed for some days, which degrades probably weakened. She trembled a little and tried to conceal Lucy

the dress that buttoned angora cream she had chosen for the occasion. Light and hazy, it was closed at the front by a row of small pearly buttons.

Page 59 Loud voices came to them of the ground driven, and Lucy listened. - Who can that be? if she wondered aloud. In any case, this gentleman is angry ... The girl became pale as death. She had to hold on with both hands to the side table to keep from falling. - My God, my child! Whether he arrives? You will not faint? ... Come ... Lucy led her with a thousand precautions to small armchair where Natasha managed to sit without flinching. She recognized the voice of Mike ... Mike ... What the hell was he doing here? Why he was playing with Lee? The old lady was burning with curiosity. She would have wanted to know what was the cause of the quarrel between the master of the house to a stranger ... But duty ordered him to remain with

his young mistress who had still not regained its colors. She took her cold hands and tried to warm them by rubbing them in his. The two women then distinctly heard the sound of a heavy object which faced the ground with a crash, followed by muffled sounds and the sharp crack of the door that closed violently. - God of Heaven! exclaimed Lucy could not keep up. You better go, dear child? Do you want what I call a doctor? Natasha shook her head. If only Lucy could calm down, perhaps she would hear what continued to be held down. - Are you sure? - I feel much better now. Silence reigned again in the house. - I wonder what all this means, says Lucy, who could not hide his envy irresistible down the news. Will you have the strength to face the day ahead? Why not procrastinate?

- Everything will be fine ... I would like you not inform Lee of my little discomfort. He would worry unnecessarily. Natasha was psychologically ready to face this marriage now. She preferred not nothing different from fear that a new time of reflection led him to change his mind. Lee had suddenly burst into the room. He wore a stylish dark suit, white shirt and burgundy tie. But it was more a businessman holding a wedding attire. Nor Natasha, he had seen fit to take clothes worthy of circumstance. - Are you ready? if he inquired coldly. - Yes. - What was all that noise? Lucy asked who wanted to satisfy his curiosity. - Nothing important, 'he replied tersely. - There has yet had a terrible din! insisted the old lady. - Really? Lee replied, unmoved. We are going there? added he gallantly offering his arm to Natasha. Can you walk? - Of course! The lowered face, she hid somehow her pale cheeks. Thus it was

Page 60 nothing important happened ... So why Mike had he come? She would not pose any matter unless Lucy would be there staring at them. Thereof the now regarded with obvious satisfaction. - Oh, she exclaimed, you form a very cute couple! The irony penetrated into the heart of Natasha as a sharp blade. She turned head to Lee and caught him looking at her enigmatically. Yet the hard line of his mouth, firm curve of her jaw, the coldness of his gray eyes evoked icy indifference. Everything happened too fast. Natasha had accepted the proposal for Lee several days she had had time to get used to the idea. Yet she felt that the ceremony ended before it even began. She had not really aware of having taken the plunge, in the car already brought home. Only the gold ring on his left hand materialized the start of its new life: she was the wife of Lee Farrell. The few guests who had attended the wedding followed the long black car now

the young couple. Lee drove in silence, giving his companion's haughty profile. It watched his powerful hands on the wheel when suddenly she noticed a wound on his right hand and others on the left. - What happened to your hands? Lee remained impassive. - Nothing, he replied. - You are skinned ... It is because of Mike, is not it? What has happened? she asked anxiously. A muscle quivered on the cheek of the young man. His lips hardened. - He wanted to see you. - Oh why? - You may not know this? The car turned at full speed into a turn, and tires screeched dangerously on the road. Some passersby turned. Lee was driving too fast. - Slow down, please, 'said Natasha nervously. For answer he gave her a dirty look, but he reduced the pace. - What did Mike say to you? she asked, wanting to know why their interview made him so angry.

- This will matter then? I threw it out, he told him in a tone full of challenge. - You threw out! Without even having come to inform me of his visit! But what right do you allow such liberties? ... - Why would I be allowed to see you? The doctor does not he responsible for ensuring you, you avoid any nervous shock, whatever it is? You have told me yourself that everything was over between you. You could not marry her anyway; He had his chance, and he did not succeeded in capturing. - But you did not even let me ... - I acted in your best interest, he cut in DISCONTINUED-as the car in front of the building. He turned to her, and she involuntarily admired the grace of his movements hairlines. - Forget Porter. It's time for you to understand that it is too late to go back. By his fault, it's all over between you two, then drive it away from your mind. - You do not have to tell me what to! if she cried angrily. Tears of rage gleamed in his eyes and anger rosissait her cheeks.

Page 61 - How dare you do that? she continued. How can you imagine moment that you decide for me? I am not an object you can manipulate your leisure. I am a woman, not a child. - I'm not so sure, he said with a smile that, had he been a cruel grimace, would have produced on his partner the same effect. Other cars arrived, and Lee came down to help his young wife to do the same. During the intimate reception that followed, Natasha tried by all means to behave in radiant young bride, but it was with relief that she heard James inviting him to off to rest up. Tired from her day, she soon fell into a deserved sleep, but many dreams came populate his night. Frightened by a nightmare, she woke up trembling in darkness. She scrutinized the darkness of his room when, to his terror, she felt a presence not far from her ... Someone walked into the room. She thought she died of fright, but she found the strength to scream with all his strength. A hand then lit the lamp, and

Lee admitted. - Why the hell are you shouting like that? You had a nightmare? Natasha was so relieved to find him near her she neglected to wrap her sheets when she sat up in bed - I think so, 'she murmured weakly. - What did you dream then? Unable to remember what had so apeu-, serted, she shook her head. The causes of his fright completely escaped him. Only remained painful sensations: a feeling of emptiness, loneliness. - Tell me, Lee insisted. He sat beside her and took her cold hands in his. - I do not remember. - Maybe you do not want to remember. - Perhaps, she admitted with an uncertain smile. But I feel better now, if she quickly added when she finally became aware they were alone together, in bed, in the middle of the night ... Their eyes met. - Do not tremble, Natasha. You are safe with me. - I do not tremble. In fact, I have a little cold, she corrected.

Her pink nightgown bared her shoulders and throat. For a moment, Lee was lost in the contemplation of her bare skin, and she tried to bring back the sheets on it. - This looks good being pregnant. You are more beautiful than ever. It prevented him from cover and slid his hand on the neck of the young woman. The heat This caress inflicted Natasha a delicious torment. His heart was pounding, but she dared not push him away. She gasped when he moved closer to her. He watched her with an unreadable expression. When his fingers down to the birth of her cleavage, she tried to dodge, but, a quick gesture, he encircled her waist with one arm and pinned her against him. - Do not be frightened, he whispered hoarsely against her ear. You do not have to feel guilty for loving my caresses. Because you like them, is not it? Surprised by this unexpected question, she answered without thinking: - No, I do not like them.

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- You're lying, 'he said in a ringing voice of desire. He released his grip and leaned on it. She felt his warm breath against his skin, then her firm lips slid inexorably toward her breasts, arousing in her sensations she wanted to forget. A wave washed over the protests she vainly tried to stammer. She threw her head back and met his kisses. Defeated, she closed her eyes. As the night of their first encounter, she found herself completely to her thank you. Sure of his power over her, he slaughtered his defenses without doubt for a moment to do this. When he put his mouth on hers, she put her arms around him and answered his ardor with equal passion. Their bodies were married in a passionate embrace, the beats fools their hearts were confused, the same fever consumed them both. Suddenly, the Lee pushed and rose from the bed as if he had to burn it. He tried to catch his breath, soothe the turmoil that shook his senses. - It is impossible, he said.

Natasha, still quivering with desire, did not move. - James advised me not to share your bed for now. This could be dangerous for the child. This unexpected statement the disappointed to the point she blushed in shame. She looked up her distraught eyes. - Do not look at me! You do not have to feel guilty. We are married, Natasha, legally. What happens to us is quite normal. - It's not because I wear on my finger this alliance that I belong to you, and that you can do with me what you want. - You forget you I wish to you, with all your being. Do not deny it. Humiliated by this evidence that it had just launched dryly face, she turned her head. - It is not true, 'she whispered. All this has nothing to do with love. This was of ... lust. - From lust! he raised a threatening voice. Do not use such words, please! - What was it then, since we do not like? - It was ... He paused, and Natasha heard breathe irregularly, just for a moment.

- It was desire, it's totally different. You are very beautiful, Natasha, and I like to feel completely abandoned in my arms. The Lust is cold and cynical. This is a weaker form of hatred. The desire on the contrary is a natural response to beauty. We always want to own what is beautiful. - This is not a reason for you to seize ... - I think you do not know very well where you are, he noticed with amusement. You still do not know what you want and you refuse to admit evidence that is emerging every day more accurately. If you can not stand to be in my arms, well I come near to you more, but then refrain from shudder when I touch you. Embarrassed, the young woman looked away. - If you could only relax when we're together, everything would much better, he continued, pointing to the door quietly. He wore a black silk robe and walked barefoot. - Will you sleep now? he asked softly. - Yes thank you ...

Page 63 She looked out and stayed awake a long time before deciding to turn off the

bedside lamp and doze. A few days later, Lee surprised her by asking her if she had not informed his parents of the situation. Natasha had not yet found the courage to write to them. - It will be necessary you will solve a day or other, he remarked. - I know, but they will come immediately to London to know what happened to me. He smiled, and his gray eyes parèrent an indefinable charm. - Sooner or later you will tell them about our marriage and the baby. The longer you wait, the more it will be difficult. - Right. - Would you like me to see myself? At the time, she was tempted to accept, but she shook her head, making her long waving black hair. - This is a responsibility to myself alone. He shrugged and studied thoughtfully for a moment. - And if you invite them here for a few days? I want to know them well. - If it was a real marriage ... Lee frowned, and a wild air came darken his face.

- Our marriage is all there was more true, he interrupted. A contract is there to prove you wear my wedding ring and expect my child. This undeniable reality do it enough? Surprised by this event, Natasha remained prohibited, then it exploded. - You know perfectly well what I mean! - No, I do not know! He always would I understand you a hint! You are, like most women, a mystery. Sometimes I look at you and I really wonder what haunts you. Anyway, you are disconcerting. - Whether you have I said to cause this deluge of criticism? she was indignant. I am disconcerting? Do you think that we still Use you open book? He suddenly had an apologetic smile, but a glint in his eyes danced. - Touché! I am a poor misunderstood, and sometimes, it makes me so mad that I lose my Latin. So I get angry. - I just realizing it, she replied, laughing. - Oh, it was nothing. You do not have ever seen me get into a black rage. - The preview you sometimes give me no incentive me. - You still have so much to discover ... he joked.

When he was laughing mood, she secretly was irresistible and she found herself think she would be proud to present it to his parents. They had not shown great enthusiasm when they had known Mike. She imagined the astonishment of seeing Linda Lee, and she was glad in advance. The young woman watched her husband with a stir. It was definitely very appealing. The autumn sun was broadcasting the room a soft glow which gave the brown skin of Lee coppery complexion. If their marriage had been different, she would have liked to let run his fingers along firm contours of his powerful jaw, her cheeks, her skin ... - And if you decide to write them? She watched his lips with a strange fascination. They troubled her. They reminded him their first night when she had lingered to observe their sensual form before surrender to him defeated.

Page 64 - Well, are you still dreaming?

This time he did not reproach him but seemed amused at hand. - Excuse me, 'she stammered. I ... yes, I'll write to them. Are you sure you want the receive here? - Absolutely. You know, I have no family. I no longer have my parents and I was an only son. I look forward to meeting yours. - They are very simple. Lee smiled. - I mean ... - I know what you mean, he interrupted gently. - I love them, you see ... Natasha suddenly realized how much it was very important to her that Lee appreciates its parents. - And they give you the good, is not it? - Yes. - Do not worry, he remarked as if reading his thoughts. Everything will very good. They will understand and forgive you, I'm sure. Later, when she began her letter, the woman remembered her last words with some skepticism. She had to try several times to expose their without much

details the situation: her marriage and why marriage. It was essential to prevent before they arrive. When Lee joined her, he looked for a moment the many sheets of crumpled paper spread around. - It was not easy? - No, she said with a small grin. - Can I post it now? - Yes, she answered, you can post it. The sooner this issue would be resolved, the better it-would, she thought. It would be nice able to destroy this letter and would under no circumstances give in to a moment of cowardice. He took the envelope, and, to the surprise of Natasha, he bent down to kiss tenderly on the forehead before going out.

Page 65 CHAPTER 10 A ray of sunshine played in the blond hair of James when he turned to Natasha: - Would you start getting up a little during the day? he suggested.

The face of the young woman brightened immediately. - Really? I really could? - If you are reasonable, yes, he answered with the learned tone he used when he was medicine. At first, you will remain seated one hour, and then, if no disturbance none, you can extend a little more each day and gradually. - Thank you, 'she murmured, overflowing with gratitude. The young man looked at her sympathetic and amused smile at a time. It behaved a bit like a child. - It is so painful to be able to leave his bed, I'm so bored ... - I understand, though occasionally I myself happy if my linger schedule was allowing me; but even my nights are often shortened ... - My poor James! intervened mocking voice Lee who had just joined them. I sympathize, my dear, with all my heart ... - Thank you! I work like a madman and that's all the consideration I get out! - You're a saint. Why do not you admit it? James laughed. - If you insist, he replied as he walked toward the door. Natasha, remember, time

only at the beginning. It will also avoid agitating you for any reason whatsoever, is not right? He turned to Lee a look full of innuendo and then retired. The young woman blushed, she knew. The last remark filled him with James confusion, and caustic look that Lee landed on her now, was not done to help her relax. She hastened to break the silence to deceive his embarrassment. - You know, James allowed me to start to get up little by little ... - Great! Besides, the rest cure was successful. You pick the colors, in recent days. - Yes, but I'm really tired of this forced immobility. I will move a bit more good. - It's funny, I'm never bored in bed! he threw the tone of the joke. She tried to ignore his reply, but a table-insuppor thrill the senses answered it secretly. - So do not you working today? hastened she ask. - No. Being the boss offers this kind of privileges.

I organized the way I want without accountable to anyone. Moreover, in you respect, it is time that you give up behaving like a scared little bird who afraid to leave his nest to fly on its own wings ... He spoke in a playful tone, but his gray eyes fixed on her indicated he was referring to a specific thing ... She would not come in his game! - I want to get up now, it declarat immediately. He shrugged resignedly: - Very well, he said, handing him her negligee and rejecting the covers.

Page 66 Natasha put her bare feet on the floor, began slowly standing. It was a giddy moment, and Lee immediately put his arms around her farm. She found herself crushed against his chest. The head tilted her, he contemplated the inten-sity with: he had felt the tremor that this brief embrace had spread throughout the body of the young woman. She slipped into her highly neglected and walked unsteadily to the door, trouble comfortable to know if observed with attention. He followed her to the ground floor,

watching for the slightest sign of weakness, ready to intervene immediately. However, Natasha guessed that this care she was being concealed something else: Lee wanted to make sure he always awakened in it that irresistible emotion that he had lost the head on the evening of their first meeting. Yet the mention of that night still raised in it a whiff of shame. Yes, she was ashamed because only his senses had responded to his ardor, not his heart. She loved Mike so ... although it no longer éprouvât nothing for him now, she thought bitterly, sitting in a comfortable chair by the window. As as time passed, her feelings for him had faded before dying completely. It was as if they had not resisted the absence of the beloved: they had disappeared with him. This sad reality Natasha. The love-so it was a Evanes percent feeling, ready to faint at the any separation? - What the hell do you think now? Lee asked with some irritation in the voice. You seem so concerned ...

- Really? I'm sorry. - That does not answer my question. Once again, you shirk. This is incredible! But shake you a little! Miss you so much courage to refuse to face reality? It's like your parents, you expect that no other solution available to you for their admit the truth. Yet you were well resolve to face, right? Such cowardice me seems senseless! Natasha blushed at the insult but certainly he was trying to get her out of joint, it preferred to keep quiet. - You have been conditioned, he added. - Really? Are we not all? Irretrievably? Especially Women? she looked with feigned lightness. We are high following a specific pattern, we must reflect a certain image ... - We're not talking about the same thing. You feel guilty for giving me, here the problem. It's written on your face. You carry the weight of your "fault" as a burden

too heavy for your shoulders, but you do not even try to get rid of. It looks like you're enjoying living well. - Not true! she exploded last. I do not want forgetting, reaching forget ... - So you admit, this is progress. - I have never denied. I blame myself, yes, I admit. Are not you happy? I feel guilty, guilty, guilty! Under the influence of anger, she lost control of her voice had risen to treble. Then she closed her eyes and raised a trembling hand to her throat. - I've already asked Natasha: Do you have any remorse for having succumbed to my desire or losing Porter? - What difference does it make? - A big difference, he replied dryly. I understand that you regret

Page 67 Porter, but if you hate to have sold me, the situation becomes different. - I did not want to talk. - I know that too! You avoid the subject systematically. - Then why do you insist? she cried, trembling.

- Because it's stronger than me! I got to know. If it has nothing to do with your break Porter ... - This is obviously related! she interrupted to prevent him to finish his sentence, as if she was afraid to let him continue. I loved Mike. - But you've never had sex with him. He spoke quickly while hammering his words. Natasha thought his heart stopped fight. She frowned, under the blow of too sudden revelation for his spirit fogged. He watched intently, looking for an answer, and she had to look away escape the heat of his gaze. - Why, Natasha? he continued in a softer voice now, but imperceptibly tinged with mockery. Why have you never made love Damn I 5 tomorrow. with him? If you like it as much as you make, because you were about to you married ... - I preferred to wait, she interrupted. He laughed, and she blushed.

- What wisdom! What patience! ... But it has not had much you miss, to one nor the other ... - Be quiet! I refuse to talk to you about my relationship with Mike! She wanted to get up and plant it there, but she gave up for fear that his legs do way under her. - But I have succeeded where Porter failed ... Furious this time Natasha yet did violence to not answer. It would not enter in his play. He waited a long moment before continuing: - You imagine that love and desire are two different things, is not it ? So you persuadiez that you loved Mike Porter, you were ready to marry, to live your whole life with him, without even the slightest feel for physical attraction. - What right do you advance such assertions? How can you judge? ... - The facts speak for themselves. You clamez your love for Porter, but you do it have never allowed to touch you. Strangely, you knew me for only a few hours when you fell in my arms ...

Natasha covered her face with her hands. Then he knelt at his feet and spread gently the fingers of the young woman. - Why hide? he said. This is the truth, and the faster you will admit, the better you will feel. I have desired you from the minute I laid eyes on you, and it was the same for you. Certainly, if you do not have a little drink, you would have tried to deny it. But alcohol lamp the walls of inhibition. - Why do you remember me? Do you think I'm proud of? - I know very well that you're not, you will want even fatally. - Then why do you harass? - To learn the truth. You admit that he never really liked Porter. - I did not say that!

Page 68 - No, but that's obvious. You've never desired to the point of losing the reason. He paused a moment, as if to give more weight to the words that followed: - It's me you want. You design a deep shame, but that does not change

nothing. Natasha shuddered; despite all his efforts, all his resistance, she had finally recognize that he was right. This revelation threw glowing, just for a moment, an opaque veil on his conscience: she loved him. That night, she did not even ask what happened to him. Fierce determination, stronger than itself, had led inexorably to the inevitable. She had followed Lee Farrell eyes closed. She had not succumbed to his manhood, she had gone to pick itself divine passion fruit. His body had driven while under spheres that his blind mind could not foresee. Without the morrow, she was subject entirely in his arms. Since obsessed with guilt disproportionate, she had refused to probe this unstoppable momentum that had delivered this man for fear of discovering perhaps something other than desire ... - You'll have to admit, one day or other, he continued calmly, after observed carefully. But she had no intention of betraying what she'd understand. - Stop torturing yourself and cease to hate me, 'he added.

- I do not hate you, 'she whispered. He got up, took a few steps into the room; he returned to her, when the bell of phone stopped her. They jumped simultaneously. Lee swore under his breath: Lucy was out, and he had to go meet. The young woman heard win, then his voice came to him: - Hello? Oh, Lara ... As if she had just received a blow in the chest, Natasha closed his eyes. It Lara Brennan had forgotten, like all the other women who were important in the life of Lee. If for her he was the first, for him, it was far from it. Others before she had been able to arouse his ardor. He was laughing now. - It's great, honey, he said. Natasha remembered the people she rubbed his work with Nigel, that freedom of mores that reigned in the world of advertising, Sonia Warren who boasted to behave as a man toward sexuality ... Natasha had always condemned such lightness is

why his adventure with Lee Farrell had so affected. She despised himself for his weakness, and discovering her feelings for him did nothing softened his torments, since he did not love no. He only wished if she took to forget the eloquent brilliance of his gray eyes often fixed on her, on her body, when alone, was there to remind him. But other women also attracted Lee, other women he had for then give up. Natasha did not want to expand the list of his ephemeral conquests. She also conceived a too much respect for human values, emotion, life itself. She appreciated not this attitude that was to enjoy daily pleasures-lived, of random chance encounters. For this reason, she was not allowed Lee to seduce her again. Lucy's voice rose in the hall: she had just returned. She began to talk of Lee price of oranges without seeming affected the faint echo aroused by his words. When she entered in the living room, she stopped short when he saw Natasha in the chair. - What are you doing out of bed? she asked, opening his incredulous eyes.

Page 69 - James allowed me to get up an hour a day, for now, replied the young woman smiling. - You are going to better. What good news! - I gotta get out, announced Lee behind. Do you want me to help you regain your bed? The time has almost passed now. - Yes, we must be cautious, especially the first time, Lucy replied by rushing with his young mistress. You can go, Lee, I take care of her. He hesitated, then nodded before disappearing. His car tires squealed when took off for a moment later. - Come, come, my child, 'said the old lady Natasha slipping an arm around her size. They crossed the hall where the timbre of the door sounded. Lucy snapped his tongue with irritation. - Who could he be now? She helped Natasha to sit in a chair at the foot of the stairs. - Stay here while I go see who it is. A small ray of sunshine into the room when she opened.

- Yes? Lucy did. Natasha's head snapped up when she recognized the voice that answered him. - I want to see ... Mike Porter paused when he saw the young woman who had to cling to armrests of his seat. Lucy turned around, looked with surprise the sudden pallor of his mistress, and understood Instinctively she had to let the visitor. - Hello, Natasha, he said in a slightly hoarse voice without being able to hide his embarrassment. - Hello, she said mechanically. - I would like to talk to you, explained the young man with a brief but eloquent look to Lucy. But the old lady is not so easily intimidated. The tension between the two young People were too obvious for it not might attempt to help his protegee. - I was just going to help him regain his bed, she intervened. - I do not have that for a minute, Mike insisted imploringly. Natasha stood trembling slightly. - Agreed, she nodded. She went to the lounge, Lucy at his heels.

- We will not be long, I promise you, she added to the housekeeper address who no longer concealed his disapproval now. - Sit down, she offered to Mike when they were alone. A little puzzled, Natasha watched as he took hold of a chair and approached the chair where she stood. So many things had happened since their break ... He was always the same. Yet it seemed different to him. But it was she who had changed, not him. - How are you? he asked. - Well, she lied. - I tried to see you several times, but Farrell has always prevented me. Natasha looked down and tried to keep a neutral expression.

Page 70 - I called, phoned the young man. You did not even respond to my letters. - Your letters? - He was careful not to give them to you, I guess. I thought so ... She had stiffened in his chair. Lee How dare he steal the mail which he

was not intended? She blushed under the influence of indignation. What right is it allowed to behave in this way, as if it belonged to him body and soul? - I know this road by heart, shops, his every cranny to be waited for hours and hours ... - Considering? - Yes, so that Lee because I had to talk to you. - What, Mike? Do not you see it's too late? - I do not see that too ... Look, I wrote to my brother to tell him what you thought Mom. And ... and you were right, Natasha. I do not believe my eyes, but they are on track to Australia because of my mother. You had it right, you understand? ... So I've been looking. I am first went to your apartment, then your office. There Herries taught me that you were married you. Then I had to walk a long time to calm down, then I went home, and there ... I had words with my mother. Natasha saw him now with a face full of compassion. - I'm sorry, Mike ... She imagined how this discovery had had the upset. She was mistaken in

thinking that he had not changed. In fact, he seemed older, more mature, more confident. - We had a rather violent scene, he explained it. She protested at first, then seemed bored and ... Well, now I know that you had not invented anything, I just blew it. - Do not reproach yourself. You believed her because she is your mother, it's all natural. He smiled bitterly. - But I refused to admit that she wanted to separate, and yet ... What a fool I am! As you must have suffered because of my stupidity ... That's why I really wanted to see you, to apologize. Natasha smiled. - It's nice of you. - I came here on the day of your wedding. He had tried so much to see her that day to apologize ... Had he only had time to show cause in Lee? - I had to have an interview with you before it's too late, 'he said. I wanted you

request to grant me one last chance. Everything was my fault. My fault that we quarreled, my fault if we broke up, my fault that you met Farrell! I'd implore you to marry me in his place, but he threw me out unceremoniously. I wanted a ride to collect my thoughts before facing again, and when I came back, there was nobody. I realized then that it was really too late. She nodded gravely. - Yes, we left for the ceremony just after your altercation. Mike had a high round the body. - So he was not lying to me ... You knew I was there and you refused to receive me. - Me? At that time, brakes howled outside the house. A door slammed and no someone who ran resounded on the sidewalk. Mike suddenly got up and looked at the door without power

Page 71 concealing a lively apprehension. On any other occasion, Natasha would amused to see frightened at this point, but she had little heart to laugh. Lee burst burst into the room. He was shaking with rage and murderous gleam

lit his gray eyes. Mike tried to confront it by gathering his courage. He received in exchange a glance INCEN-mediary, but Natasha preceded her husband was going bludgeon some invective heartfelt: - By what right you allow yourself to intercep-ter of letters addressed to me? she gave dryly. What right do you forbid me to talk to Mike? How dare you ? The scowl, Lee never left the young man eyes. - He would have brought you more torment, retorted between his teeth. What good Would it served him to see you this morning? You would have married me anyway; why would I have left to risk make you sick? Natasha wanted to protest, but he quickly interrupted. - Do not put me out of me, Natasha, I assure you that this is not the time! I perhaps am be patient, usually ... - You? Patient? if she cried. - Be quiet! As for you, Porter, if you only had a little bit of self-love, you

disparaîtriez forever. She's mine, you know? You had your chance and you have missed; Now it's over, do you hear? On the face of Mike read all the despair that gnawed him; He walked slowly to the door and went out. Lee seemed to relax slightly. He loosened his tie before turning to Natasha that ill concealed his fury. - I had the right to read these letters and decide myself how to act with him ! How could you do that? - I've already said, it was in your interest. - My interest! - You would not have been happy with him. - But what do you know? How dare you tell me what to? - You did not love her. You've never loved, contrary to what you imagine, he affirmed with quiet confidence. The young woman gasped. - Oh! she exploded. You know better than I the sentiments that inspire me, is not it? I have not even the right to try them, nor to think! I do not know what I

feel, however, you, you know! - Yes, he retorted by passing a weary hand through his dark hair. A bitter smile suddenly lifted the corners of his lips. - Oh, yes Natasha, I know. Against all odds, she felt nervous suddenly. The beating of his heart rushed into his chest, his breathing quickened, and she had to look away to not see the mocking gleam in gray eyes. She opened her mouth but no sound went out, and she stood there, inert and trembling, trying painfully to swallow. - When you are willing to admit it, we will resume this discussion; not before! he threw himself on trenchantly before leaving the room.

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Page 73 CHAPTER 11 A few days later, Natasha was still sleeping when Lee entered his room. He drew the curtains, and a pale light came illuminate the face of the young woman. Surprise find out at her bedside, she blinked first eye and then quickly straightened to sit

against its fluffy pillows. He placed a cup of tea on the bedside table. - Did you sleep well? - Yes, thank you, she replied in a small voice. - There is a letter for you, 'he announced, handing him an envelope she did not take right now. Deep concern had invaded. - A letter from your parents, he pointed out unnecessarily. She immediately recognized the handwriting of his father. - Open it ... It was with trembling hands she decided it. She ran very fast, while pale under the watchful eyes of Lee. Then tears started to stream down her cheeks. - Read, she whispered. When he finished, he looked with a tender smile. - This is a very nice letter, he said. Congratulations. - Why do you praise? she was astonished. - To have parents like yours. Besides, I could not imagine them otherwise. - Really? Why? - I do not know ... But come to watch you, I have come to these conclusions. - That does not explain ...

- You always want things to be black or white, Natasha. Yet many often halftones correspond much better to the realities of life. He looked at the cup on the nightstand, and added: - Drink before it is cold. She obeyed him, although the tea was still very hot. - I'll tell Lucy's arrival next weekend. I guess Linda your sister? Natasha nodded. - They do not mention Jack. No doubt they will come only with Linda, she stated. At the thought of having to face so soon to his family, the young woman felt pale more. Lee then took her hands in his, and the warmth of his gesture comforted. - Do not worry, everything will be fine, he asserted. - How do you know? she said, furtively wiping her eyes wet. You do not even know. I am deeply disappointed ... I do not fear their anger, but rather their sadness. - They sent you a very tender letter ... - I expected ... They are not less unhappy either. - Natasha, nobody's perfect, it's time for you to understand. Everyone

makes mistakes, that's how life is learned, and you can not escape it. You are too fragile, too sensitive, you take things too seriously.

Page 74 He paused a moment before continuing: - You seem sometimes so desperate that worry me. - What are you trying to tell me? I do not always have all my head? - What an idea! Why are you so nervous at the end? You know how to defend yourself, do show some courage, but if you stopped to consider life as a battle to win no matter what, everything would be better. You should try to relax, Natasha. She looked at him with some perplexity. - You think? - Oh yes, I believe it! he replied, smiling. If you were less fragile, you would not be bedridden now. Knowing keep calm is essential. - I'll try, 'she whispered. He gently stroked her cheek fingertips. She shivered at the contact and had to turn away to hide his agitation; then Lee rose:

- I have to go to work now. A daunting task awaits me, he said, running a hand in his thick black hair to free his forehead. Do not stand there ruminating all your problems the day. - No, sir, 'she replied lightly in this authoritarian order. - And no insolence, please! he threw the tone of the joke. - Decidedly, she exclaimed, laughing, I still have not said what he had to. I do not know So never please you! - Oh, yes, you would know, if only you take the trouble ... With that, Lee went out without giving him time to respond. Powerless, she felt so ashamed the last words of the young man still echoing in the room. Natasha looked at the sky through the window. The winter had enveloped the city of his gray coat a little sad. Frost settled on the windows with morning frosts. The young woman remembered similar days in Dorset, when the branches of bare trees stretched toward the sky, adorned themselves with their dark beauty, when brouil-bacon in the fields clinging to bushes, conferring suddenly a shadow

mystery to these landscapes yet so familiar. She was scared. Fear of binding Lee never to return, lest the precarious security of new life is as short as his first night of love, lest his future remains as uncertain that the campaign under the fog. She had never taken a real risk until the evening when she met Lee, and here where this had led ... How foolish to follow his instincts! Distrust his feelings, be careful not to listen to his impulses, there resided wisdom. The wisdom ... but not life! Soon after, Lucy came with the breakfast tray. While Natasha sipped his boiled egg and crispy toast, she spoke of the day's news. -It's Good, kid. You eat a lot better now, 'she said then. When Lucy smiled, his face brightened. The young woman enjoying her company, although his incessant chatter sometimes bewildered him. She felt confident with this old friendly and pleasant lady who showed him from day dedication and trust of most comforting. If only everyone could be like him ... This afternoon there, Natasha sat by the window with a book. She watched absently particularly heavy traffic on that day, when she saw the car Lee

stop in front of the house. Astonished, she assumed he had finished his work earlier than expected. Already, his heart pounding in his chest, but it seemed to stop beating when Lara

Page 75 Brennan went down to turn the vehicle. Lee waited on the sidewalk, and then they went all two to the front door. Natasha looked down at his book, but the lines were scrambled ... They soon to enter the living room where she stood. She tried with all her might to hide the emotion that gripped him. - Natasha, you do not know Lara, is not it? Lara, this is my wife. Lara Brennan approached her and held out his hand, smiling. Natasha tried to appear kind under the watchful eye of impenetrable and her husband. - I come back, he said. I look up the partition. With that, he left the room, leaving only. Lara looked at the young woman with amusement: - I leave tomorrow on tour to the United States. What the hell would I do without my music?

- Indeed, Natasha replied without really understanding. The young star was wearing an elegant dark green suit decorated with a silk scarf black. She was nonchalant, assured, and it emanated from her extraordinary presence. His eyes signified an energetic nature, and a sense of humor which probably made irresistible to men. Natasha did not feel strong enough to compete with it. She managed Nevertheless, to offer him a small tight smile. - I was burning to know the mysterious wife of Lee, Lara gave him settling close her. But I had seen you, the day you fainted in the street, you do you certainly not remember. I was in a taxi with Lee. He was terribly worried about you, you know. As she got no answer, she continued: - The baby is for when? You're not very big ... - No ... This is for March. Natasha was a concern that this woman knew of the situation. Lee him Had the whole story of their adventure? This event gave him nausea, and she turned to

flee the look that scrutinized. - I would love to have a child ..., Lara sighed. Incredulous, the young woman thought he had misunderstood. - Unfortunately, Donald does not want to hear about it for now. He believes that my career comes first. - Donald? repeated Natasha, who seemed to have lost the thread of the narrative. - My husband. - Your ... your husband? - Yes, Donald Grafton, composer. It was he who created the Champs Bleus, my more big hit, you know? - Yes, yes ... of course, Natasha stammered. It's beautiful. - I also find, Lara nodded, smiling. - I did not marry you, noticed his companion while thinking of Donald Grafton. What did he think of the relationship with his wife Lee Farrell? - I'm six months. We spent some time at Lee, waiting our apartment is finished. Donald and Lee have developed a new song, you did not know So? They were also delighted to be able to work together without having to cross the city to

back. Natasha could not believe it.

Page 76 - Lee did not tell you? Lara wondered who was watching with bewilderment the amazed Mine young woman. It's a strange man, he does not like to sell your chickens before they hatch ... Anyway, it is he who writes the dialogues, the texts. This is a musical version of Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen. - And Lee wrote the dialogues? - Laboriously intervened one who entered the room. I adapt more precisely, the Jane Austen text to music. - And you will soon mount this show? asked Natasha. Lara laughed. - I hope so! if she cried. - Yes, but we're not there yet, clarified Lee holding a big wad of paper to the singer. - Well, gotta save me now. I was delighted to meet you, 'she added to Natasha address. I only regret not having met you earlier. Now I

leaving for the United States, and I do not know when I will return. Good luck with the baby. I hope you invite me to baptism, if I'm back in that time? - Of course, answered Natasha. I wish you much success for your tour. - Thank you and goodbye. - A while ago, Lee said his wife. I must accompany Lara home. Natasha nodded avoiding looking at him. He stood there a moment, then turned and followed Lara who was already out ... That night, the young woman quietly reading in bed when he knocked on the door of his room. Contrary to his habit where he just took from him since the threshold, came in and sat down beside her. - Have you had a good day? he asked. - Yes and you? Instead of answering him with a monosyllable, he spoke for the first time of his activities of the studio, the new group he had auditioned. He looked tired, and while listening carefully, Natasha noticed the small wrinkles around his eyes, wearily. He stopped suddenly with a small grimace: - I miss you, is not it?

- Not at all! On the contrary. - Really? You are gentle, yet professional conversations are always painful for those who are not concerned. He pretended to get up, but she stopped him: - Why did not you ever tell me that Lara was married? He stiffened imperceptibly: - I did not tell you? - You know very well. - Oh, I had to forget ... He suddenly gave him a smirk. - Maybe even have I purposely omitted? Maybe maybe I thought it best to let you believe that I had an affair ... - Why? Since his return in the afternoon, she interro-geait the reasons which had pushed deliberately let these doubts hovering.

Page 77 - Why? she repeated. He sighed impatiently. - Is this important? - But of course, it's important! You act, decide without ever bothering to Tell me!

You say nothing of your doings, nothing of your projects with the husband of Lara, whose I was unaware of the existence otherwise totally! You allow you to dictate my conduct, prohibited me from seeing Mike Porter, you bring me to assume that you have a mistress ... I do not like that one has of my life, which was treated as if I was a child! - It will nevertheless get used to it. - What? she exploded, red with anger now. - Someone should take care of you before you parveniez to spoil totally your existence. - To support me ... But I'm not a simpleton! - It will however come to behave as such. Remember the night we meeting. Did you have your whole reason that night? - Do not change the subject. All this does not explain why you wanted me to you believe the lover of Lara Brennan. - When she started working for us, we went out together for a while, but she soon met Donald. - Why have you left me wrong? - It was preferable. - Better? For who? - For me. This saved my face, somehow. You probably understand me

not, but I'm a man, and it means something to me. She did not understand very well the meaning of his words. - Why would you be saved face? - Are you stupid in the end? he growled. - Yes, she whispered. - You will notice that it is you who have said! he said, laughing. He paused a moment to look between her eyelashes, and added enigmatically: - In a way, I needed to protect myself. - And you used it? Did you fear ... You thought I would try to advantage of the situation, your wealth, if I thought you were free? - My God ... I wonder sometimes if you are not crazy! This time Natasha included not at all. - But what he has behind those big blue eyes? he went on. The wind? - I ... I'm not very strong when it comes to guess the motivations of others. - It's the least we can say ... He looked at her in silence for a moment. He seemed troubled suddenly less sure of himself. Suddenly, he put his arm around the shoulders of the young woman and pulled her against him without meet any resistance.

- ... I'll still put you on the track, he murmured. He tightened his grip, but she suddenly turned her head angrily. Did he actually able to manipulate it at will, whenever smiled? He always hid when they Pareve-naient to a question he did not like to address. He sighed deeply and Natasha's face froze in front of his.

Page 78 She then noticed a dull fury distorted his features. His mouth had a fold cruel ... She began to tremble. - No, Lee ... she stammered. You're welcome ... It scared him when he landed on it and his gray eyes that betrayed violence. - This time you will not escape, Natasha. You can not ever escape yourself. It will take me perhaps a lifetime, but I oblige you to admit. - To admit what? - This, he whispered furiously, seizing her lips. The young woman could not suppress the long spontaneous impulse of his body that

asked only to respond to the ardor of Lee. She slowly slid his hands around her neck and snuggled against him, shuddering in the passion of his kiss. As on their first night, the even craving rendered helpless in his arms, helpless and defeated, snatching sighs of pleasure. They embraced for a few minutes and stolen from eternity, then he stepped aside it slightly to gently take her face in his hands. - I fell in love with you the night we met, when I heard your laughter, he confessed huskily. I had not seen you, and I turned around immediately. Then I saw you. You were so pretty, Natasha, so pretty ... I could not take my eyes on you. I guess I thought you felt the same emotion ... He was right. Captivated, she had looked into thinking that she never had found in front of such an attractive man. - That night belonged to magic, he continued wistfully. You said yourself, you fly in a bubble floating in the clouds. Unfortunately, the next morning, the bubble

suddenly broke, and I painfully fell back to earth. - I'm sorry, she whispered, gently stroking the cheek. I am very bad driving. - Yes, very badly, he repeated. I hated you for at least three days, and then I started to feel like someone who experienced heaven before being powered without transition into hell. It became impossible for me not to think of you. When Porter came to see me and I thought to blackmail, I saw red. I nearly killed him, not just driven by anger but especially by jealousy. I was going crazy at the thought that you were in collusion both. Crazy furious! Yet I knew you, I should have guessed that you were unable to act as vile, but the reason had no hold on me. The rage blinded me. Natasha looked at him with feverish eyes wide with amazement. A foolish happiness which she no longer believed, crept into it: he had said he loved her, he fell in love her to that night ... The words danced in his head. She almost asked her if she had well

Naturally, if she was not the victim of an illusion. If Lee loved him, his life made sense, she waking from a long sleep peopled with nightmares ... - I finally calm down, and covering my spirits, I measured the extent of the error I had just committed. The idea that I had perhaps a chance taking shape, but you obstiniez not listen to me, to refuse to marry me. I thought then you have lost forever. He let out a long sigh. - Then I armed myself with patience, he continued. I persuaded you to accept to see me from time to time; I was trying to better you known in Espé-rant secretly make you forget Porter, and cause you to look at me with

Page 79 other eyes. Natasha was swimming in bliss. - And why did not you just confessed to me that all this time? him she asked. - What would you have responded if I had done? - I would have struggled to believe you, at that time ...

- Where you always think of Porter, he went for it. At least you the you imagine. I began to understand that you could not give me too passionately always loving. Only then I began to truly expect. It was the only logical explanation for your behavior, but if I could wait a logical ounce your part. I have never met more feminine creature you. You do not act according to traditional paths of reason. Yours intersect and intertwine to achieve a real maze. Woe to them that the adventure to try to follow you! - Thank you! she said, raising her chin with a defiant edge, a little annoyed. - But I love you, Natasha, he whispered in a broken voice. He tenderly kissed her neck, buried her face in her silky hair. - I love you, darling. I need you terribly ... just like you need me, need me to protect you, I watch over you, I prevented you from making splurge. Natasha pulled him against her, and she shuddered when she felt her firm lips on her skin. - And Lara? she could not help asking. He laughed before answering. - Oh, Lara ... I'm afraid to have a little used. You see, I did not want

you know me at your feet. Lara alibi served me. Donald is my best friend, and believe me, it would not allow him the slightest misstep with another man. I frequented before she meeting, I admit, but there has never been anything serious between us. We plaisions together, that's all. Natasha looked at him with dreamy eyes, fascinated by the silent promise of his mouth sensual. - Are you ready to admit it now? he asked in a tone that was meant pleasant but which betrayed the need for a response. She nodded silently. - Say it, Natasha, tell me. Now. I waited too long to hear you say those words, do not prolong my torment. - I love you, 'she whispered. You're right, I ... I've never really liked Mike. I've never desired as ... She broke off, blushing, and Lee laughed. - As you like me, are not you?

He seemed amused, but his gray eyes fixed on her burned with impatience. Natasha swept all its reserves and put her arms around his neck in a burst of emotion. - Yes, from the moment I saw you for the first time. I have long refused admit it, because for me, love was a gentle and wise feeling. I do not apparentais to this torrent whirlpool that drew me irresistibly to you, and I was a little ashamed ... My parents raised me in the belief that I would meet a nice guy, that we would marry and would have children. They had not prepared me to enter this vortex where any attempt to reason not to let stun becomes futile. - And thanks to the champagne! he remarked lightly. - Yes, champagne which drowned all my inhibitions ... But the next day, they

Page 80 resurfaced and was horrified by my conduct which I considered scandalous! - I know ... - I am sorry, she said, depositing a kiss on his lips. I did not know where I was, everything

is em-blurred in my head. I stayed long enough prey to this confusion. And, I was jealous of Lara ... - Ah! if he exclaimed with satisfaction. - It makes you happy? - Yes ... - I thought she was not even the one and only ... And that night we had was shared for you like many others ... - Natasha It is unique, unique, do you hear me? And his greatest reward is what Baby you wear, baby love, a shared love. To you look now to see so beautiful with your eyes shining with happiness, I guess others are waiting wonderful nights, nights where champagne will be in for nothing the exaltation of our feelings ... Kiss me ... Prior to obey him, Natasha reached out to turn off the light before undergoing any full passion that nothing would annoy ...