AN: Who watches Days of our Lives??!!! Steve made me sooooooooo happy that I finished off this chapter. Today was great and Steve was even better! eeee! This little story is doing a lot better than i thought it would but i'm thrilled that it is! I really like it, its very interesting to write "shady" charcters since they often more complex...
Questions:
Will they in love? Its a very safe bet that they will. After all that's the common theme in Soaps and Harlequin (well beside hot guys, great looking chicks and se )
Is this an S/D fic? Yes.
Isabee13- Your review gave me a line in this chapter...thanks so much for reading!
Serenity- LMAO! yes! gold digging skank can do anything even bake!
raye85- I'm glad they keep your attention :D I wasn't gonna bring out any of the other girls but I might. Serena needs some "friends" although who would want to be her friend without being scared she might take their man?
iluvboys- Why did Darien marry her and what did Amy not have will be explained in the chapters to come. Serena will always stay a gold digger but she will evolve. Things in this story isn't black or white, its in shades of gray which is why I love it so much.
"You wanna know what happened don't you?" Serena chuckles, "I thought so." She crossed her legs and motioned for a waiter to come. Over.
"What can I get you Ma'am?"
"Chardonnay. Red."
The waiter, Joe, came back within two minutes and poured her a suitable amount. He motioned towards the other woman but she declined.
"You think you're the only woman whose curious? The only one who wants to know how I landed the biggest fish in the pond?" She sipped at her drink, shrewdly assessing her lunch companion.
"Get to it."
"Aren't you nosey," she teased and sipped some more, the fine wine going down her throat real easy. Putting her glass down, she licked her upper teeth. "This tale of sex and backstabbing was made for movies…"
Flashback.
Serena 'Blonde bombshell' Bell was known for her skill, flexibility, and tempting smile. She owned the stage whenever she graced it with her presence and it didn't hurt that she felt completely at home under the bright lights and riveting stares.
She was a stripper or as she liked to call herself a 'dream weaver'. She weaved a scintillating, erotic dream as she gyrating across the stage. The patrons of the "fine" establishment were fixated on her; the 'dream' she wove making them drop more money than they had foreseen.
Money better spent on their wives, girlfriends and kids. No one ever felt guilty because after all the men and sometime boys were there of their own volition and if they wanted to drop $10, 20, 50, 100 bills on them who were they to stop them?
"It's almost your time,"
Serena parted the curtains so she could have a glance at her audience, butterflies dancing in her stomach. It didn't matter how often she did this, she always felt a little nervous. She imagined that's how performers felt before they got on stage and their equilibrium was restored.
When she was on stage she just did what she needed to do to get the most money, she didn't think about it. Some of the faces popped out her, her regulars. They were at the front, as usual, drinking up a storm.
She was turning back around when something caught the corner of her eye. It was man, a damn good looking one at that. She couldn't see him very well for he was crowded by two men but what she could see made her want to take a closer look.
She turned away quickly before their eyes could meet but it was too late. Their gazed locked for merely a few second and eternity passed. She ducked behind the curtain, her heart pounding harder than she wanted to admit.
His eyes were striking. They were the color of the ocean, a tremulous, vibrant shade of blue that beckoned her to him. "Endymion," she dreamily said out loud, thinking about his eyes.
Only one man ever made her body heat up with just a glare and he belonged to her best friend…not for the long though. A malicious sneer appearing on her lips as a plan came to mind.
A giddiness that rose in her made her unable to stay still as she started pacing. Fate must be on her side, she thought. She had believed she was going to need an elaborate lie to get next to him but here he was. On her turf.
Perfect.
"You go on in 10 minute," said Mary, interrupting Serena's thoughts on ole blue eyes. "Do you want to work the crowd first?"
"Do I look like I do?" She said crossing her arms under her ample bosom with a deadpanned look on her face. She didn't do stuff like that; she was no common nor cheap whore. She didn't give table dance, lap dance and certainly did not do backroom antics.
Those were for weak minded individuals...like her mother.
"Never mind, sorry I asked," Mary walked away, a grimace on her face. She only asked because Victor (the boss) wanted their best stripper to do it since that would mean more money for the establishment but she refused. She always did.
Mary shook her head, waiting for the day someone brought Serena Bell down a few pegs. She acted like she was better than all the strippers in the joint, like she was going somewhere.
They all tolerated her because she was a hit and then some with the customers and whenever people knew she was 'weaving her dream', the club would be filled to capacity. Also Victor liked her and she was his golden girl.
Serena closed her eyes and visualized her goal: Mrs. Serena Shield. She grinned. It had a nice ring to it. Loosening her limbs, the background noise of the other girls, and workers faded away and she became Blonde Bombshell.
"Whose ready for the Blonde Bombshell?" ask the M.C from his booth. Men cheered; their catcalls and crude comments loud throughout the room. "Come out here girl. And show us what you're working with..."
The light on stage flickered and then died. The only sound audible was of heels gently tapping against the stage. A spotlight in the middle of the stage appeared and the curtains opened to reveal a form covered in a white robe lined with silk.
The heady beat of the song was heard and slowly she stood up, the gossamer like robe hanging on her shoulders. The light paned down to her feet encased in white, high-heeled sandals. The muti-colored light came on, bringing light to the stillness of the darkness that was her captivated audience.
I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)
Slowly the lights went higher on her cream colored legs, to reveal the itty bitty short she had on to the butterfly belly ring. The lights went higher still to her too tight buttoned up shirt to then reveal her angelica face.
Long spun from gold hair hung high above her head in a ponytail, dazzling sky blue eyes enhances with kohl. Her face was as striking as it was stunning. Her sensuously full, lush lips painted red and she slid her tongue over them in a display of eroticism.
The official stage light came on and she started strutting as if on the run way, her curvy hips swaying side to side, erotically.
I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby
She shrugged off the robe and picked it up from the floor and wrapped it around an unsuspecting guy completely under her 'dream'. She pulled it from around his neck and popped open a button on her shirt.
I like when the physical
Don't leave me asking for more
I'm a sexy mama (Mama)
Knows just how to get what I wanna
What I want to do is spring this on you (on you)
Back up all of the things that I told you (told you)
She wrapped her arms around the pole, slid her body along its metal length. She closed her eyes, arching her back as she jumped up on the poll her, long legs closed over it and she twirled herself around.
From across the room, Darien stared at her unable to look away. Her every move leaving him transfixed with an erection. He was amazed by her moves having never suspected her of them. The way she could drop it and than pick it up without missing a beat.
He looked closely at her because he recognized her (that's what he told himself) as Amy's friend. He was shocked to see a woman he knew Amy to be very close with taking off her clothes.
What was her name? He shrugged. It didn't matter.
Their eyes clashes briefly again and he couldn't deny it, he was intrigued. He knew a come on when he saw one and the way she was looking at him was definitely one.
You've been saying all the right things all along
But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off
Baby, can't you see?
She slid her own hands down the front of her shirt, the other tugging at the string that held her shorts together. Her eyes went around the room, seducing men with the promise of untold sin lurking in her eyes.
How these clothes are fitting on me
And the heat coming from this beat
I'm about to blow
I don't think you know
She ripped open her shirt, the buttons flying every which way as she than started to grind in a slow rhythm until she reached the floor. She laid on the floor, her back perfectly straight with her legs in the air.
She rolled until she was on all her fours, the catcalls around her getting louder. Briefly, she looked at the corner she knew Endymion was and tossed him a seductive smile.
I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby
"Sorry Amelia," she muttered under her breath. He was her's now.
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)
She made eye contact as she slowly crawled her way over, not paying attention to the paper bills that were thrown all over the stage. She hopped on one man lap, allowing him to take off the shirt and than stuff a 50 dollar bill down her bra.
You say you're a big boy
But I can't agree
'Cause the love you said you had
Ain't been put on me
She worked the room, making her money as she shake what her mama gave her. She didn't mind the wondering hands for they were paying her bills and putting food on her table. She walked around the light following her every move.
I wonder
If I'm just too much for you
Wonder
If my kiss don't make you just
Wonder
What I got next for you
What you want to do?
She ruffled the guys hair, seductively touched her own body. Touch the parts of her body she knew they were dying to touch, made little sound in their ear and they quickly took out more money to stuff down her remaining clothing.
She found him at the bar and she bit her lip wondering if she dared?
Hell yeah, she dared.
Baby, can't you see?
Darien watched her with a challenge in his eyes and a smirk on his lips as she came towards him. Like a moth to a flame, not knowing that she was falling into the same trap he was.
Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours
I can see just like most guys that your game don't please
She walked around him; let her hands go free as she cop a feel on the muscles that hid behind his tight ass blue jeans. "Hey Sexy," she whispered into his ear, "looks like its you and me."
I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)
She danced around him, moved her bottom against his strained erection. He groaned, she turned around and winked. She would have left but he caught her wrist, the spot buzzed from where he touched her.
She watched as he took out a crisp $100, her body still swaying. She continued to generate whistles, her eyebrows arched. He leaned over to her, touched the middle of her abdomen with the bill before slipping it securely in the waistband.
She held her breath and her eyes locked with his and what she found there was unabashed desire.
Gotcha.
Baby, can't you see?
How these clothes are fitting on me
And the heat coming from this beat
She found her way back to the stage, hundreds of dollar bills richer. She flung her heard around, letting her light tresses frame her face in bout of craziness. She took to the pole again, letting her body slid, grind, twirled around it if it were a long lost lover.
I'm about to blow
I don't think you know
She tore the short from her body, revealing her string white bikini already stuff to the brim with money. The crowd of men went wild, throwing even more money they probably shouldn't be spending on the stage.
I'm a make you loosen up my buttons babe
Loosen up my buttons babe
Why don't you loosen up my buttons babe
Loosen up my buttons babe
She bit down to pick up the bills tossing smile around the room as she did so. Once all was collected she did a quick spin on the polls and blew kisses round the room.
Serena's eyes once again clashed with Endymion and she specifically wink and threw a kiss just for him
I'm a make you loosen up my buttons babe
Loosen up my buttons babe
Why don't you loosen up my buttons babe
Loosen up my buttons babe
When the song was drawing near a close she sensually bent over, to pick up any more money that was thrown on the stage. She winked at a few regulars that were very good to her and left the stage.
The crowed went crazy and her stage name was chanted over and over. She went out three more times and took them for the rest of the cash they had no business spending.
"Good night?" asked Mary although she already knew the answer. She had stared at the obscene amount of the money Serena had picked up from the stage.
She grinned, "It's always a good night." She tightened the robe around to hide her nakedness.
"Hey Sere,"
"Hey Dee," Serena said acknowledging the medium height Asian stripper.
"There's some guy-"
"No." Serena said bluntly. There was always some guy.
"Are you sure?" Dee teased, "This guy was gorgeous and even when I told him you dont lap dance he said you'd do one fore him."
She made a face, "that's pretty arrogant of him…how cute was this guy?" she asked curious. She had no intention of doing it but she figured he better be damn fine to be so sure of himself.
Dee grinned and pulled on her arm and led her to an area behind the curtain where she could have a perfect view of him. She parted it and pointed at him.
Endymion!
"Are you serious?" she whispered excitedly.
"Sadly, yes. He offered mega bucks for you too. I tried to convince him that I'd be better…Hey! Where are you going?" she asked once Serena started walking away.
"I have to get ready for my future husband."
"Couldn't stay away could you?"
He stretched his legs out before him and reclined in his seat. He shrewdly looked her over while crossing his arms over his chest. "It's not like you wanted me to."
She smiled at him teasingly as she touched the gold pole in the center of the room. "Where's Amelia?"
His face hardened at the name of his M.I.A. fiancé and he sat up straighter in his seat. "She's gone…but you know that already don't you?"
She removed the hair clip that was keeping her hair up and shook it free. She then did a little spin on the pole, and when she was done, she put her hand on her hips.
Thinking that he looked ultra sexy in his dark blue suit, her inner walls grew slick. She cocked her head to the side acting like she was thinking of his question.
Walking the short distance to where he was, she sensuously touched her lips with two fingers before passing it over his own lips. "Amelia might have told me something," she admitted while bending over and bracing her hands on his thighs.
"Might have?" he question as his eyes dipped to the plunging neckline of her sad excuse of a dress.
She grinned and tipped his chin up so he was looking in her eyes. "Cant recall."
Not believing her, he grunted. His eyes was as dark like the sea on a thundering night as he regarded her, lust on the forefront of his mind.
He curved his hands on her hip. "How good of friends are you with Amy?"
"Good friends," she readily answered. She skimmed a finger higher up his thigh until she reached his erection and watched him to note his reaction as she trailed a lone finger over it.
Darien's only response was that his breath came out uneven before he controlled himself and he trapped her finger in his hand. "Too good of a friend to fuck her fiancé?"
She tilted her head and looked him over. She chuckled and without even thinking about it for more than half a second, she responded "we aren't that good friends." She laughed as she straddled his thighs, "want to know what else?"
"What?" his voice strained as they stared intently at each. He gripped her hips and the inkling of desire inside of her spiraling outward causing a chain reaction.
"I got her man," she whispered just before she crushed his lips to hers and as he took a quick breath, she pushed her tongue between his lips. She explored and savored the feel of his mouth on hers.
She moaned softly her hands going into his hair as their mouth mated. Gasping, she pulled back her eyes alight with longing.
Licking her lips, she tasted him on them and a shiver went down her spine. Getting off of him, she pulled him to his feet.
She pulled him towards the bed behind them. Once they stood beside the bed, she dropped his hand and with their gaze fused together, she started getting undress.
As she stripped, she noticed that he wasn't quick to follow suit. "Get naked."
He raised a dark brow, he didn't do orders but since getting naked was what he wanted to do, he did.
She smiled, smugly. "That's more like it," sitting on the bed, she beckoned him over and licked her lips. She couldn't wait to try him out. She was positive that the problem was Amy.
Instead of coming to the bed as she wanted, he pulled her to her feet and brought her body flush against him.
She gasped and then frowned. Before she could tell him that she didn't want to stand, he pressed his lips to hers and all words went out the window.
He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue swirling around hers. Moaning, her hands explored the smooth muscles of his back. "Damn…" she mumbled when they separated for breath, "I want you so bad.
Thinking she was talking way too much when she had better things to do with her tongue, he kissed her. Their mouth fusing together as if kissing each other was something they did regularly.
She lifted herself by bracing her weight on his shoulder and then her long, sculpted legs went around his hips as she moved against his hardness. She nearly cried out as she felt him on her tender, slick folds.
He stifled a growl as she rocked her hips against his arousal and it didn't go pass him that all she had to do was move in a certain way and he would be sheath inside her.
Sucking in a breath as his knees grew weak with lust; he moved them toward the bed. Serena rolled them over so she was on top and locked eyes with him.
Darien signed giving up any pretence and shoved his hands in her hair and kissed her for all he was worth. The anticipated rush of fire hit his bloodstream leaving him dizzy with want. He slated his mouth under hers as one hand left her hair to caress her back.
She purred in the back of her throat as a rush went through her. She squirmed against him, rubbing her wetness on him. She moaned as her clit got touched in the process. She pulled her lips away from him, eyes glazed and breathing sporadically.
Licking her lips, she itched to touch him, itched to feel the hard muscle beneath her hands. Her hands explored the smooth muscles, her thumbs going over his nipples.
Her lips rained kisses over his chest as her hands slid down his body. She felt him shiver as her fingers dance over his abdomen.
Lower she went until she was able to take hold of his arousal in her hands. She stroked him with fervor.
He groaned, his face twisting in intense pleasure as she stroked him to a fever pitch. He tightened his grasp on her hair as he jerked her head around.
Not minding at all, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, pre-cum on her tongue.
He swallowed his scream and nearly came then. It had been so long since he felt that, he shuddered powerfully. Amy never…..
Sensing that he was close, she closed her mouth over the tip and sucked loudly.
"Fuck!" he said strained as he had to use every control he could muster to not to come. He pulled her head off of him, pulled her up and rolled them over.
"What are you doing?" she said a bit nonplussed as her back hit the mattress. Never before had a man interrupted her usually they always told her to hurry up.
"I'm not a selfish lover" he explained before he kissed her neck, tasting himself. His palm cupped her bare bottom and lifted her against his thick arousal. He kneaded her buttocks slowly before slipping one hand between her thighs.
Serena gasped as she felt his feathery touch on the inside of her thighs. She waited as his fingers inched higher until she felt him push a finger into her. She moaned deeply and lean her body into his touch but than he pulled out.
"Endymio-" she lifted her face to stare into his hazy blue eyes.
He heard the need in her voice; saw it in her eyes. "Darien," he corrected. No one called him Endymion except his mother and even then it was seldom.
He reached up and clasped her head tightly within his large hands and then crushed her mouth with his. The soft gasp of surprise allowed him entry into her mouth.
He devoured her mouth and each time his tongue plunge into her mouth it sent tingle laced with fire up though her body. She felt his hand cup her mound before his fingers slipped between the folds to delve into the rich, velvety warmth.
He groaned into the kiss, she was so wet, so tight against his finger. His erection throbbed with his restraint and every move of her body against his reminded him that he was still deeply aroused.
Their mouth fell apart as they gasped for air, her breath warming the side of his neck as she clung to him.
She arched against his hand, her loud moan all the encouragement he needed. The heat coiled low within her belly and she shifted restlessly against his body as his fingers continued their magical weave within her.
The pressure was building in her as name clutching him desperately, her nails like talons on his back. Tidal waves after tidal waves washed over her, bigger than the last.
"Endy" she gasped as she turned her head side to side. "Fuck me," she moaned, wanting to feel him inside her as she came. "Fuck me!"
She rolled so she was on top again and then took him deep within her womb.
"Fuc—shi!" the words got stuck in his throat as his head fell back and he gripped her hips tightly. He stilled her moving hips, she was feeling too good and he needed the time to recompose himself.
He rolled them, wanting to be on top. She made a sound and in the back of her mind she admired the fact that he could roll them yet remain inside her. That wasn't a feat many men can do.
She pouted, "I like being on top."
"Tough," He didn't want her to have the control so she couldn't be on top. He liked being in control in sexual liaison.
"I'm an excellent rider," she moaned as his stroke hit the spot.
Not wanting to hear her talk, he covered her lips with his. He withdrew from inside her only to return once again, causing her to gasp out loud at the sensation of being so completely filled.
Serena ran the tip of her tongue on his upper lip and he completely lost it. His hips driving into her with such force that he wondered if he was hurting her….not that he cared much if he was.
He devoured her lips with a need that went had went unmeet for so long. He trailed kisses down her jaw and nipped at her collarbone. She arched against his hips and spread her thighs wider.
"Wa-wait," she said pushing him off her.
Darien froze above her. "What's wrong?"
"I ne--" she pushed him off her and he got off of her willing. She eyed his slick member before she got on her hands and knees.
She moved several inches forward, her round buttocks calling out to him as her hips swayed enticingly.
She turned her head, all of her hair falling to one side of her face. She lowered her lashed over her eyes, peering at him coyly. "Wanna hit?" she asked him her tongue peeking out to wet her upper lip.
Darien growled deep in his throat at the provocative site she presented. He came up behind her and repossessed her willing body with a hungry thrust into her wet channel.
He kissed the line of her spine as he thrust deep into her. He palmed a breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He buried his face in her neck, licking and biting at the tender spot. He withdrew slightly only to come back harder and faster than before.
His other hand wrapped around her waist to hold her to him. He didn't hear her strangled cry only felt her tight walls get even tighter around him. His orgasm came shortly thereafter effectively knocking the wind from him.
Minuets passed before he actually pulled out and got off of her. "That was…" he trialed off knowing no words to describe what transpired between them as he regained his breath.
"Best sex you've had in months?" she said smugly, grinning. "So tight you could faint?" she giggled and laid a chaste kiss on his chest, "yeah I know."
Drowsily, he skimmed the naked beauty of her body. "Encore?"
Wantonly, she trailed a hairless leg over his thigh. "Only if you up for it."
"Get over here…" he said as he pulled her atop of him………
"Hmm. So you stabbed your friend in the back for a dick? What a friend."
She laughed. "A rich dick Beryl," Serena pointed out, not in the least bit sorry.
She hackled. "I'll drink to that." They both raised their glass, "to good fortune, hot sex and more money then either of us have seen."
"Cheers," they clicked glass and sipped their alcoholic beverage.
Beryl leaned back in her seat and watched with more interest than should have been allowed as Serena, without so much as a word opened her purse, took out her pocketbook and put down a black card to pay for lunch.
Envy came out of every pore at how much money Serena, undoubtedly, had access to. However, she'd take care of that. She grabbed her purse, gripping it in her long, skinny pale fingers.
"Done real well for yourself haven't you?" the red head snidely asked while peeping at the gigantic rock that was atop an exquisite wedding band.
Serena smiled, "not too shabby," she said without going into specifics. She didn't trust Beryl then and she sure as hell didn't trust the heifer now. "To what do I owe this to Beryl? I haven't talked/seen you in years."
"Former best friend can't call and say hi?" she feigned hurt, her free hand going over her heart. "You wound me darling.".
"Cut the bullshit. I aint buying." She deadpanned. "You weren't my best friend and I wasn't yours now what do you want ? I have better things to do."
Beryl smirked and with a little curt nod, she agreed. She traced the rim of her glass with her finger, her shrewd green eyes on the blonde. "We had some good times non?"
More like shitty times, Serena shrugged one shoulder, dread seeping into her. She didn't like how smug Beryl looked or how she kept eyeing her wedding ring and the card she put down to pay for lunch.
Shortly, their waiter came took the card and came back so Serena could sign it. After their meal was paid for, she took out $10 and left it for tip. Making sure she put her card away in her purse she then took a bite of her strawberry filled cheesecake.
Beryl smiled mischievously as she raised her glass to her and tipped her head and drank the contents of the glass in one sitting. Shivering, her green eyes alight; she opened her purse and removed a brown bulky envelope.
Still unease, "what's that?" she asked, the bite she just took sitting in her throat. She took a sip to wash it down and regarded the envelope warily.
"My bargaining chip," she explained simply.
"Your barga-" her eyes widen and her mouth stayed open several seconds as she realized what she meant "your black-" she almost screamed but lowered it to a loud whisper, "your blackmailing me?" her voice shock yet tinged with anger.
She pursed her lips together and shook her head, her long wavy hair moving with the movement. "That's such an ugly word…I prefer to think of it as you sharing the wealth."
Completely stunned by what she was hearing, Serena just stared at her. This was not happening to her, some bitch from her better forgotten past didn't actually think she would extort money from her, did she?
Oh hell no bitch. Rolling her eyes, Serena give her props for actually have the audacity She should have know Beryl would have done this, it was right up her alley.
Beryl pushed the envelop towards the other woman, eyes hard. "This is just an," she paused to make her squirm "insurance policy to make sure you keep your end of the bargain."
"What bargain? There is NO bargain." Standing up, Serena grabbed her purse. "You're not blackmailing me. You're not going to extort anything from me." with that said, she walked past her as calmly as possible.
The red head grabbed her wrist keeping her next to her. "Sit your ass down blondie...we have yet to discuss my terms."
She pulled her hand back and glared at the other woman. "There is nothing to discuss," her voice raising which garnered her several stares from the surrounding tables. "I'm not gonna be your bank!"
"Oh I think there is…I suggest you sit down, people are staring and we wouldn't want this to get back to hubby would we?" Beryl said as sweetly as possible as she nodded and smiled at the people we look over at them curious.
Looking around her, she saw that people were indeed looking. Cursing under her breath, she went to go sit down because if she made a spectacle of herself, of him, he would sure to talk.
During the early days of their marriage, whenever she wanted to go out he would be against it. He didn't want her to make a fool of him. He had pointed out to her, many times, whatever she did reflected off of him and the company.
When she still didn't see the big deal, he had put it down in terms that she would understand. He told her if she acted like a fool in public or like she had no class, manners, it would get back to him and since he was CEO and the face of his company it wouldn't do well. And it if didn't do well he would lose business and by losing business he would lose money. And if he lost money….and as the saying goes nuff said.
"What the hell do you want?" Serena asked when she did nothing but stare at her. She had absolutely no intention of giving into blackmail and the very thought of Berly trying to made her a bigger fool than Serena had ever thought.
"I want 70 million routed to my bank account in less than 30 days."
Serena gaped. "70 million?" she gasped, astonished, "have you lost your fucking mind?"
"Oh please. Be happy I didn't ask for more. That's chump change to your multi-billionaire husband. He makes more than 70 million a year."
"No!"
"I wouldn't be so quick to say no," she pushed the envelope towards her once more. "look at it."
Snatching it off the table, she ripped it open and took out its content which was a tape. Lifting the tape to her face, she looked around and saw nothing to indicate what it could possibly hold. "it's a freaking tape! I'm shaking in my boots."
"You should be darling." Voice low and face harder than granite, Beryl leaned in close "Remember a confession you made many years ago?"
Having an inkling of what this tape could be but refusing to believe, "What are you talking about?"
She smiled. "You know what I'm talking about don't you? I bet you even think about it all the time. About what you did and how you made a confession that I taped with you admitting guilt to-"
"I got rid of it," she interjected, not wanting her to finish her sentence. Hands shaking, she ran it through her hair, mentally damning the other woman. Licking her lips, she wished she had something to drink and even thought about getting the waiter to come bring her stiff drink.
But she wouldn't. She refused to let Beryl know how much of an upper hand she really did have. Releasing her breath, she made quite of show of being calm and collected.
"Are you sure about that?" she taunted with a raised eye brow.
"Yes, I am! I took it and I burned it, you lying bitch." She looked at the tape again while shaking her head. No way. She had gotten rid of it…unless she had a copy?
Her heart beat quicken as she realize the possibility. Could she have made a copy? Sweat beaded her forehand as she realized it was something she would have done…..
"I made a copy; I knew one day that it could prove to be useful and boy has it."
"Bitch," she said strongly which once again brought unwanted attention to her. Growling under her breath, she plastered a smile on her face even though what she wanted to do was claw her eyes out. "It doesn't matter even if you had…its too long," she said relieved, "it's too late to do anything about it now."
"On the contrary, my dear….there's no stature of limitations on murder."
