Cristobel: Billionaire Boys Club, #4
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The emotions which drove him forward also pulled him back. He saw his behavior, stark and clear, where any step he took to the left or right would lead, and though couldn't stop from walking the path he'd chosen, he could, on the other hand, hold his passions in check. He wouldn't become "the other man." She was still, in many respects, living in a world made of sand, the castle she'd built for him and her subject to many outside elements, wind and rain and sun.
The day Marina Allenoy drove up to his artists' shop, Cristobel Wolfe knew something was wrong. If he's guessed correctly, she's married and also badly abused.
Yet, despite the risk, he can't seem to turn her aside. She's a lovely woman with a beautiful heart who simply needs a gentle hand to guide her.
Their growing feelings bring a new danger, however, both from her spouse, whose reputation is known in the community, and a long-held personal secret that could destroy their future, and the lives in the Wolfe family, forever.
Book 4 of 7 in the BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB series by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS
Suzanne D. Williams
Best-selling author, Suzanne D. Williams, is a native Floridian, wife, mother, and photographer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes a monthly column for Steves-Digicams.com on the subject of digital photography, as well as devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors. She is co-founder of THE EDGE. To learn more about what she’s doing and check out her extensive catalogue of stories, visit http://suzanne-williams-photography.blogspot.com/ or link with her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/suzannedwilliamsauthor.
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Cristobel - Suzanne D. Williams
SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS
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© 2015 Cristobel (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 4 by Suzanne D. Williams
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.
Scenes in this story contain descriptions of physical abuse which may be disturbing to sensitive readers. All scenes are framed by Christian morals and solutions.
CHAPTER 1
SUN-WARMED SAND SPAT from beneath his feet, sinking his heels ever deeper with each step until the effort needed to move forward captured his breath. His arms swinging, he plunged ahead, reaching the steps of the beach house at last and there, paused, one hand over the worn rail.
I see you found it,
Cristobel Wolfe called, his head cocked back. A shaft of sunlight from a cobalt blue sky blinded him temporarily.
Leaning overhead, his sister, Ainsley, smiled, her face framed by her hair. It was the happiest he’d seen her in a good while.
This is far beneath us,
she said. Where’s the grandeur, the marble walls and acre of stone?
He laughed, cheerfully I told you I wanted to live like ordinary people. You and Paxton can keep the castle.
Taking the treads two at a time, he rose to her level and embraced her. Some un-defined scent clung to her skin. Even the smell of Wolfe Estates stuck to you when you left, that of the centuries-old books and furnishings closed up within its hallowed walls.
You came alone?
he asked.
She nodded. Paxton and Isobel finally took their honeymoon.
Paxton and Isobel Wolfe. They’d had a difficult beginning to their marriage, one fraught with troubles, but were finally on the mend, and deliriously happy with a baby on the way.
The three of them hadn’t grown up together, hadn’t even met until a year ago, their being children of different mothers. Surprisingly, neither side held their disparate pasts with any hatred, but had chosen to put it behind them.
Where to?
he asked, passing by her. He slid the glass door open and stepped inside, his feet leaving a pattern of sand across the painted-wood floors.
Well, Isobel hates to fly, so they’ve taken a train north. They’ll arrive in New York, eventually, making stops along the way. Paxton said they’d be gone two weeks, at least, perhaps more, which means house is empty ... and quiet again.
And Grandmere?
he asked.
Psh ...
Ainsley blew out a breath. When is she ever empty and quiet? She’s taken up belly dancing.
At her age?
He laughed when he said it. He could picture Celina Wolfe doing most anything a woman in her eighties shouldn’t do.
Ainsley nodded. She’s calling it a ‘toss back to her youth’ and going around telling some story about being twenty-two in the Far East and wooing our Grandfather with it.
He didn’t doubt that was true either. Cristobel opened the refrigerator and pulled out a canned soda. He waved it at her. You want one?
She shook her head.
No, she wouldn’t. They’d not had canned anything ... ever really ... but been spoon fed on milk and the finest pablum. He popped the tab and breathed in the frothy bubbles.
Terrible stuff for you,
he said, but satisfying on the palate.
He took a sip. "I’m sorry, but I haven’t any champagne or we’d christen the place. I have decided on a name, however."
Oh?
Cristobel looked past her at the quaint seaside interior. Wood-slatted walls painted a pale teal green, the trim pristine white, formed a peaceful background to photos of seagulls and water-filmed sand. A starfish pattern decorated cushions on a two-person wicker couch, the chair opposite it covered in a shade of sunset pink. The house was cozy and free of any form of electronics, no phone or TV or computer. He did have a cell phone, but kept it turned off most of the time.
"Yes, I’m calling it The Captain’s Chair, me being the captain of this particular ship."
Appropriate,
Ainsley replied. As the captain, have you met any of your neighbors?
Not a one. There’s a house a quarter mile south, but I haven’t any idea who lives there, past seeing beach towels over the rail. I like my solitude,
he said.
Then perhaps I should go home.
She was teasing, and he wouldn’t allow it. He’d planned this weekend for them both.
You’ll do no such thing. We’re going to have a grand time, eat until we can’t walk, and sleep until noon.
Sounds miserable.
Her smile belied her words.
Cristobel took another sip and set his can on the countertop. Perfectly, and tonight we begin with a porterhouse steak. I bought a barbeque grill.
Ainsley laughed beneath her breath.
Why is that funny? I have much more experience than either you or Paxton at using it, and I assure you nothing will get burnt.
An hour later, however, staring at the rain pelting the sliding glass door, he was nonplussed by what to serve. The grill was now officially a boat, any evidence of the ocean a few hundred yards off wiped clean by a slate gray sky.
On bad weather days, Father would say we should eat cereal and play board games.
He spoke, wistful, his mind going back home to his youth.
And did you?
Ainsley asked.
His hands clasped at his waist, he trembled beneath the weight of the memory. Sometimes. Tell me ...
He turned the subject in an alternate direction. Why didn’t you hold resentment at being abandoned?
Perhaps he shouldn’t ask, except he wanted to know. Their father had left them in the care of a nanny after his divorce.
Ainsley didn’t seem the least bit offended. He wrote plenty and he called a lot. Grandmere kept his memory alive for us. As we got older, I understood it. Returning to that house was impossible for him.
He says he’ll come at Christmas.
Though really, it was as if his arm had been twisted. Cris suspected Celina had something to do with that.
Ainsley smiled. That will be nice.
She waved one hand outward. This is nice. It’s so decidedly ... normal.
‘Normal’ is what you choose it to be,
Cristobel replied. I haven’t time for the pomp and circumstance of the Wolfe family name. I appreciate all it’s done for me, but at heart, I’m ... nothing like it.
You’re better than the rest of us,
she said.
He didn’t respond, troubled once more. If only she knew the truth.
His world had been far different from hers. He’d grown up surrounded by rustic stone walls built centuries before and endless green fields burgeoning with flowers. He’d had a loving mother who doted on him.
A compliment for which I thank you,
Cristobel finally replied, burying his misty thoughts. Now ... we must eat, and I guess the porterhouse will need to wait until tomorrow. I think I have canned soup somewhere.
Canned soup?
His joy broadened. You’re not used to eating from a can, but tonight, you shall. It’s, as you said, so decidedly normal. Wait until we tell Paxton.
Ainsley snorted once. He won’t believe it. He’s too good for soup in a can.
THE RAIN SERVED TO heighten the tension indoors, making her already irritable spouse even more agitated. The snap of his breath, the clench of his fingers, the hard light in his eyes, snipped at her spine.
Must you stand there like that? You’d think the world was ending and not just a rain shower falling.
She trembled in place and sought to placate him. The world is not ending,
she said simply. I was lost in thought, planning for tomorrow.
The springs in his chair compressed, giving the slightest