"Julian! Are you listening to me?" Rebecca whined.
Julian rubbed his temples as he felt another migraine coming on. He'd only been married to Rebecca for a few short months, but she was becoming worse than Ivy ever was. All she would do is nag about stealing Little Ethan away from Theresa for good. Her blackmail to expose Eve Russell's past to the whole world was beginning to wear thin on Julian. He was tired of it and tired of her.
"Julian? Hello? Pookie?" Rebecca said worried.
"Pookie you better not be thinking of that two timing whore Dr. Eveil Russell. Remember, I'm the one you are married to. I am Mrs. Julian Crane and don't you forget it." She huffed.
Dear God, someone hand me a muzzle.
"How can I forget it my pet? You remind me every single second of my existence." Julian said sarcastically.
Rebecca patted him on the shoulders and smiled.
"That's my pookie. Now, down to business. We have to make sure we have bribed every judge in town to make sure that taco queen Terrorcita never gets her son back ever again. When we walk into court, I want her to stand no absolute chance."
A devilish smile creeped on Rebecca's face as just thinking about Theresa's demise brought her such pleasure. Julian quickly stood up and poured himself a brandy.
"And just how do you suppose I bribe every judge my ball and chain? With what we're bribing Judge Reilly, they will want double or triple as much and if father catches wind of me spending all this money on the housekeeper's daughter, he will disown me quicker than you can say Rebecca open 24/7." Julian gulped his brandy as Rebecca's eyes went red.
"Former housekeeper? Remember I fired Peelar months ago. Julian are you forgetting? I am Mrs. Julian Crane. Alistair wanted you to marry me and as the lady of this house, I have every right to protect my0 daughter and my stepson, your son. Or did you forget your drunken stupor with Theresa back in Bermuda?"
"Rebecca, look." Julian pleaded. "Just let this go. Theresa had nothing to do with Gwen's baby dying. It was an unfortunate accident and taking her child away from her will not bring Sarah back."
"Don't you think I know that Julian? My Gwennie's baby died. Her little baby girl." Rebecca walked over to the study desk and got a tissue and wiped her nose. " You think I'm that heartless that I don't care?"
Julian rolled his eyes as he gulped another brandy.
"Well for your information I do care and this is why I will not let Theresa get away with hurting my daughter again. She has ruined Gwen's life from the very first time she laid her eyes on Ethan and now it has cost my baby girl her baby girl. The bible says an eye for an eye Julian, so what I am doing isn't heartless and it isn't cruel. It's called justice. As long as I've got breath left in my body, Theresa Lopez- Fitzgerald will go down in flames. I promise you that." Rebecca said stifling her tears and standing up stern.
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Gwen Winthrop was tired.
It had been a long day. First she had to go to Dr. Culver's office to receive the go ahead for Ethan and her to start having children again, then she had to listen to her mother talk about their plan to adopt Ethan as a Crane and steal Theresa's baby from her. Gwen was tired of it all. Her life was so wonderful before Theresa Lopez Fitzgerald came along and ruined it.
She almost did it again too.
Gwen thought to herself.But luckily Ethan saw through her tricks and lies and realized his love for me.
It did cost her though, Sarah.
Gwen picked up Little Sarah Winthrop's baby book and started to look through all the pages Ethan and her were ready to fill as a family. It made her sad, but mostly angry. Angry that she let herself risk her baby's health to confront Theresa about kissing Ethan on the beach in Los Angeles. She should have stayed in the hospital like Dr. Abel said.
No, this isn't my fault. This is Theresa's fault.
Gwen assured herself.Theresa was the one that followed them to Los Angeles and Theresa was the one that threw herself once again at her husband. If Gwen didn't see that video of Ethan and Theresa kissing, then none of this would have happened.
If Theresa didn't follow us out to Los Angeles, I wouldn't have lost my baby.
Gwen said getting more and more angry at the thought of Theresa having a healthy baby as Sarah is lying dead in a coffin in the cold ground."Mother's right. Theresa deserves to loose Little Ethan and I will do everything I can to make sure she feels the pain I'm feeling right now." Gwen looked in the mirror of her bedroom as she reassured herself.
"What did you say Gwen?" Ethan said as he walked in the door.
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"Give it back!" Theresa screamed.
"Come and get it!" Fox said as he sprinted over the Lopez Fitzgerald sofa and dangled the piece of paper in front of Theresa's face.
Fox knew she was starting to get angry because her nose started to crinkle up and her lips were pouting. He really should have given her diary back but he was having way too much fun teasing her. She looked so cute when she would try to get mad.
"Fox, I swear you better give that back or else." Theresa warned.
"Or else what?" Fox goaded, "You're going to..."
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Theresa said with her hands on her hips.
Fox thought for a moment.
This piece of paper had Theresa's most inner, private thoughts on it. Theresa's laptop was confiscated by Rebecca when she took Little Ethan away. Rebecca claimed since it was bought with Crane money and Theresa wasn't a Crane anymore, she couldn't keep it. Theresa didn't bother to fight with her over it, especially considering she had bigger problems like getting her son back.
She had just finished her entry for the night and Fox grabbed it out of her hand. Maybe he shouldn't have done it, but he was dying to know what she wrote and if it was about him.
"Hmmm. Should I read this or not? Hmmm, what's a guy to do?" Fox teased as he placed his fingers on his chin as if he was in deep thought.
"That's it, you're getting it." Theresa screamed as she chased him around the living room and tackled Fox down on the sofa.
She tried to grab the paper, but Fox was too powerful, too strong for his little Tiger to overtake him. She tried to flip him over, but he grabbed her arms and held both of them behind her back with only his one hand so she couldn't move as he had the paper in the other.
"Now, where were we... Ahhh yes that's right. I was just about to read 'My Diary, by Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald.' Fox said as he began looking at the paper reading her title.
Theresa was frustrated and Fox couldn't help but enjoy himself. He was about to read when Theresa started crying.
Is she for real?
Fox thought to himself.No, she must be trying to fake me out.
Fox knew Theresa too well and no way would she get upset over this.
She is so faking me out. Don't fall for it Fox, no matter what she does.
Theresa walked away and grabbed a tissue and Fox's amusement turned to sadness.
Oh my God, she's for real.
He didn't mean to make her cry. He was just having fun with her. He could hear Theresa's sniffles and walked up behind her.
"Baby..." He touched her shoulder and she winced away from him.
She's serious.
Fox made the one person he loved most in the world cry.
He felt terrible.
"Tiger... I'm sorry." Fox pleaded and meant it, but Theresa walked away.
"It's...it's okay Fox. I'm sorry. I just get so emotional sometimes with everything that's going on." Theresa sniffled.
His heart melted.
"Theresa, I didn't mean to make you sad." Fox said as he put the paper down on the desk and grabbed both her hands, opened them up and kissed the palms as he stared into her eyes.
Theresa smiled.
"Thank you." She stared deeply into his eyes.
"For what?"
Hook.
Line.
Sinker.
Why that little...
"For putting down my diary so I can grab it again." Theresa smiled rushing to grab the paper and running around the living room jumping up and down smiling, gloating and waving the paper.
"Ooooh looky what I have Fox. Looks like I fooled you." Theresa laughed.
Fox was stunned.
"You little devil! And here I thought I actually made you cry. Oooh you're playing with fire little Miss Lopez- Fitzgerald. Nobody gets one over on Fox and lives to tell about it." He said.
"Well, it looks like I have now doesn't it Mr. Crane?" Theresa smirked as they both laughed.
Fox walked up to her.
"No you haven't." He caressed her cheek with his knuckles softly as their smiles turned serious.
"You have to pay the price Theresa." Fox whispered.
Theresa swallowed hard, her heart beating a thousand times a second. Anytime Fox got within inches of her, she could feel him, remember what it was like to touch and be touched by him...taste him.
"Fox..." Theresa could barely contain her passion as her eyes fluttered closed when he leaned his forehead against hers as their noses rubbed together and their lips mere inches away from one another.
"I love you." He said simply.
Theresa's heart swelled.
In the few months since they officially starting dating, Fox had been nothing short of amazing with her. He treated her like a princess. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't tell her he loved her, that he didn't touch her, that he didn't kiss her that he didn't make love to her.
He was the most incredible man in the world, of that she was sure.
She was madly in love with him. There was no doubt in her mind that he was the one for her. The man she had been waiting her whole entire life for. The man that understood her and accepted her for who she was even after all the mistakes she had made in her young life. He never judged her, or expected things from her, he just loved her. Anytime they were together she could feel that love he had for her.
She felt so stupid not seeing that it was her he loved all this time when she was so sure it had been someone else. She concluded that her obsession with Ethan blinded her to see the truth. That Fox had always been in love with her and only her. He was the most perfect man in the world. Yes, he was arrogant and cocky, but so charming and alluring. Nobody knew this about him, but Theresa saw deep down that he was the most compassionate man one could ever meet.
Fox and Theresa were slowly rubbing each other's lips together teasingingly.
"I love you." She said.
"You drive me crazy you know that?" Fox murmured.
Theresa giggled as she bit her lower lip.
"That's a good thing isn't it?" She said flirtatiously.
"No Tiger, that's a very very bad thing." Fox said closing his eyes.
"I can't..." Fox began peeling the buttons of her pink sweater off. "...Seem to keep....my hands off you Theresa." Fox whispered as Theresa's pink sweater fell to the floor in a puddle at their feet.
She was clad in her black bra. Her tanned skin glowing from the moonlight of the window. Her hair was long, dark, and rich as it cascaded along her shoulders. She fluttered her eyes closed as Fox gently tousled her hair back as he kissed the corners of her neck.
God, she smells so good.
God, he smells so good.
"Don't stop." Theresa said as she guided his head and rubbed both her hands through his sun kissed blond hair.
Fox pulled away, stared into her soulful brown eyes and a seductive smirk appeared. He looked down at his destination---her bra. He slowly lifted her left strap with his two fingers and let the strap fall as he kissed her naked shoulder with sensuality. He did the same with her other strap until her bra was almost all off revealing healthy, desirable cleavage. He began placing tiny wet kisses all over her neck, down to her breasts. Theresa swung her head back enjoying this overwhelming attack on her senses.
Theresa.
Fox concluded he would never get sick of hearing or saying that name. All this time he was obsessing over Whitney Russell, when Theresa was the one he truly loved, the one he thought he could never have.
It took him a long time to come to terms with the fact that he would never have her. That as much as he wanted Theresa, he would always play second fiddle to his half brother Ethan and Fox had done that his whole life, he wasn't about to do it again. It drove Fox nuts.
Theresa and he were perfect for each other. He knew it back then, but he couldn't make it happen. He thought she would never get over Ethan. He packed up all vulnerabilities and insecurities and that's when he thought he fell in love with Whitney Russell. It's laughable now, his obsession with her. His desire to be loved completely, something he never had in his whole life, blinded him to reality.
Taking Whitney away from Chad was easy. Wrong, but easy nonetheless. The cracks in their relationship were always evident. But the moment Theresa thought it was her Fox loved, things changed. Theresa finally got over this obsession she had with Ethan, and began to realize how great Fox and her could be together.
Fox felt so stupid thinking back how at the time, he wanted to tell Theresa the truth, that it was Whitney he loved. What a mistake that would have been. Chad telling Theresa Fox was crazy about her, was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. It gave Fox the chance he had always dreamed of having with Theresa and awakened all the feelings he had buried deep down inside for her.
But now things are different. Fox and Theresa are in love and together. Fox felt bad for not telling Theresa the truth about Whitney having been his mystery woman, but he felt it would only hurt her now. She didn't need to know, because Whitney meant nothing to him. It was Theresa he loved.
Only Theresa.
Fox kissed his way up her neck, to her chin, and finally their mouths melted together.
Theresa held Fox's face steady as they angled each other's faces for a deeper penetration of their tongues.
Fox had never found such pleasure in mere kissing women before. He was a ladies man during his bachelor days, but he always went in for the kill. Kissing was never something that he was only satisfied with. Only when he was with Theresa, was kissing almost, if not more enjoyable than actual love making. Her lips were so soft like a succulent peach. They tasted so sweet.
He loved kissing her. He couldn't get enough.
She loved kissing him. She couldn't get enough.
Theresa couldn't take anymore passion. Just when she thought Fox couldn't be a better lover, he kept surprising her and touching her in places even she never knew existed.
Theresa and Fox kept kissing.
"Mmmm. This feels so good." Theresa mumbled in between kisses.
"I aim to please." Fox smiled as he reached for the back of her bra and snapped the clasp as it fell to the floor.
He took one step back and looked at her---she was stunning. She was, simply put, the most magnificent creation known to man. He swallowed the length of her body in, watching every curve as she swayed her hips toward him never taking his eyes off her.
"My turn." Theresa said seductively as she unbuttoned Fox's shirt and peeled it off his broad, muscular, toned shoulders.
The shirt fell to the ground as Theresa grazed her hands on his chiseled chest which glistened with the slightest trail of blond hair. She stared down his chest in awe.
He was--- beautiful. All of him.
He felt so good to touch. She dived in and started placing tiny kisses on his pecks and suckling his nipples. The left one first, then the right.
Fox was in absolute heaven. Theresa awoke sensations in him no other woman in his lifetime ever did---and he had been with a lot of women before.
Theresa may have been inexperienced and naive about her sexuality on the outside, but when it came down to turning a man on, Theresa Lopez Fitzgerald had no trouble in that department.
No
trouble at all.And she delivered.
Boy did she deliver.
"Tiger... what are you doing to me?" Fox said barely being able to breathe as Theresa unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxers to reveal his girth.
She began to work on him as he was near unconsciousness.
God help me, she feels so good.
Theresa knew she was teasing him by the expression on his face and she enjoyed every minute of it.
The first time they had made love, she discovered the kind of power she would have over him and it delighted her. She never knew such power as a woman. She had the power to make Fox buckle any time she wanted to and she knew it and reveled in it. It was a kind of control foreign to her before their love making, but not anymore. She knew what he wanted and how he wanted it and that once she was about to give it, Fox would never refuse her anything. She had him in the palm of her hands.
Theresa stood up and motioned for Fox to come over to the couch with her finger. Before she sat down, she unzipped her skirt from the back and let it fall to the floor.
Fox soaked her in.
She's so beautiful. So very beautiful.
He watched her as she also removed her panties and tossed them. She laid down on the couch.
"The Fox is on the hunt." He said smiling as Theresa giggled at his play on words.
Fox approached her body and began kissing everywhere. He worshipped every single inch starting from her toes, up to her thighs, in between her......up her stomach and resting his mouth on her breasts, giving the proper attention to both.
Theresa bit her lower lip as her eyes fluttered closed. She guided his movements with one hand on his head and the other in her mouth nibbling on her finger.
"Fox... now...I need you now." Theresa said not being able to stand it anymore.
She needed to be with him, feel him inside her.
"Your wish is my command." Fox said as he entered her.
"Don't stop baby. Please don't stop." Theresa said unable to control her screams of passion.
"Never Tiger.... Never." Fox said as his whole body pulsated inside of her.
