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Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
Samuel Johnson
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New Year's Eve, 2010
Locke and Keyes
Aedan's POV
Dominick texted Aedan: "Elena with submissive Isabella. Poor knockoff of Sabine – hair color wrong, eye color wrong, too tall, not as fit."
Aedan texted: "Sabine's not here. I don't know if I should fire you for such an astute description of my woman, or give you a raise for knowing it wasn't Sabine."
Dominick texted: "Isabella in AP underwear, black stilettos, pouring champagne 4 1-well-to-do Doms in play tonight. Elena tried 4 appt w/ new Playroom Master 4 faux Sabine – but he refused."
Aedan texted, "Throw her out if she tries to pass herself off as Sabine."
Dominick texted, "U C her B4 I do… on your 6."
"Who are you and who do you work for?" Aedan turned to yell at the young woman standing behind him.
"Isabella works for me," Elena Lincoln snapped. "What are you doing yelling at one of my submissives?"
"Where's her ID?" Aedan snapped.
Elena produced it. "What's your problem…did you think your little Italian whore was drinking champagne with a new Dom?" She looked around. "Where is she tonight?"
"My Italian beauty is at home, I didn't want her around this riff-raff. I'm like Mr. Grey – I don't share quality goods." He said, looking Isabella over. "Not like you – parading your Italian whore around in her underwear. Oh…that's right…you over share don't you."
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Saturday, January 1, 2011
Home
"Since it's a holiday weekend, I have some special things for you," Aedan removed lots of black satiny things from a bag in the closet. He stripped Sabine and helped her put on a pair of black satin crotch-less panties. Then Aedan slipped thigh high black silk stockings on Sabine. The tops were elastic and didn't require garters. He slid a pair of ruffle and bow black stilettos on Sabine's feet. Then he helped Sabine pull on a short black satin robe. "I have something special for your breasts," he told Sabine. "I need you to sit on the stool to the dressing table and give me access."
Sabine complied and sat on the edge of the dressing table stool, legs spread as wide as could be. Aedan laughed. "Okay, tease…stay in that position until I'm ready for you." He slipped on black boxers and his own black robe. "I wish I had my camera with me, because I'd take a boudoir picture of you like that and use it on the background on my computer desktop."
"Don't you dare!" Sabine sputtered.
"Don't be such a tease," Aedan said. "I'd think after getting laid three times in the last 36 hours that you couldn't walk, let alone tease."
"Not my fault," Sabine insisted. "You make me hot."
"No, baby," Aedan kissed her gently, "you are hot. Now, let me finish with you before I lose my concentration." He pulled a weird string of pearls from his robe pocket, along with a bottle. "These are pasties," He showed the small black satin cups to Sabine. "I am going to attach them to your nipples using eyelash glue – it's really the best for you because your skin is sensitive to fashion and toupee tape." Sabine felt warm when Aedan cupped a breast and began brushing glue against her nipple. Her nipple hardened under the feathery strokes. After coating her nipple, Aedan attached the pasty and then used Sabine's hand to hold the pasty in place until the glue dried. Aedan cupped Sabine's other breast and began brushing glue against the nipple. It too was turned on by Aedan's feathery brush and hardened also. Aedan put the lid back on the glue, straightened out the string of pearls and attached the other pasty to Sabine's breast. He placed Sabine's other hand over that pasty. "Hold them in position until the glue dries," Aedan said and disappeared into the walk-in-closet with the glue, shopping bag and discarded lingerie.
"How long is that?" Sabine called out.
"Hum, maybe ten minutes," Aedan said. He went over to Sabine and kissed the swell of her breasts and kneaded her thighs. "Can you think of something to do while the glue dries," he asked, kissing Sabine.
"Yeah," Sabine said. "Make brunch, I'm starving." Aedan dropped a hot kiss between Sabine's legs and went to check out the refrigerator. After he started a frittata breakfast and made a pitcher of mimosas, he went back to inspect Sabine's breasts. "All dry," He announced.
"What does the string of pearls do?" Sabine asked.
"Well, when you walk, the weight of the pearls bounce and they tug at your nipples…like so," he gently tugged at the pearls, which tugged at Sabine's breasts, and she gasped when a wave of desire flooded her. "OMG," she said. "Do that again." She moaned when Aedan complied. "I want to see what they feel like when I'm walking around." She took a few steps and gasped. "Oh yeah…this is going to be an interesting day," she gave Aedan a look and then turned to admire the pasties in the mirror. She leaned down, her hands touching the dressing table. "Don't move," Aedan said, nibbling on her shoulder, "It's double jeopardy with ben-wa balls." He removed a set from his pocket and rolled them around in his hand, warming them. He slipped two fingers into Sabine, and then positioned the ben-wa balls. He tugged on the pearls while his fingers were inside Sabine. She closed her eyes and moaned, feeling Aedan's hand between her legs…and feeling those delicious tugs at her nipples from the pasties. She let Aedan's hands flood her with desire, stroking and tugging until the kitchen timer rang. "You have to come now, baby," he nipped her shoulder, or else brunch is going to be ruined." A few extra tugs and strokes later, Sabine exploded, soaking Aedan's hand, and the almost-not-there underwear. He held her until her tremors stopped.
"Vixen," Aedan scolded. "I'm so tempted to stop and play with you right now…but brunch will be burnt if I do." He raced out of the room, letting Sabine acclimate to the pearls and balls before she made her way to the kitchen.
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After brunch when they laid on the couch in the family room, watching highlights of the Tournament of Roses Parade interspersed with live coverage of the Rose Bowl, Aedan spoke. "I've been thinking about your spring schedule when you start taking forensic accounting classes. I think we should have sex toy Saturdays, lingerie Sundays, and nooner Wednesdays."
"Sex toy Saturdays, huh?" Sabine looked at him suspiciously.
"Yes, and I have the sex toy for this week," Aedan announced.
"These pasties and the balls should count!" Sabine said sternly.
"Lay back rosebud, you're going to enjoy this." Aedan slid down between her legs and began stroking her with something cold and hard.
"Uhm, Aedan…" Sabine hesitated. "…sir…YELLOW…that doesn't feel like a lot of fun."
"Well," Aedan kissed all over the apex of her thighs with a lot of tongue action and sucking, "it's not really made for down here." He pulled Sabine into a seated position and knelt before her. "Sabine Clare Falco, I love you. I want you in my life for now and forever. I want to grow old with you. Will you marry me?" Then he reached for her hand, and slid a two-carat Celtic motif engagement ring on her finger.
"Yes," she murmured, "yes." While she kissed him as ardently as possible, Aedan smiled; looking forward to an evening of champagne, strip dancing and sex on every possible surface of the house to celebrate.
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February 2011 - Valentine's Mixer
Locke and Keyes
Sabine's POV
Dominick called Sabine: "Elena Lincoln and Andrew Sheffield."
"Move them into the private holding room and I'll be right there." Sabine accessed the CCTV and captured a shot of the young man with Elena. It was Andrew, but Sheffield was not his last name. The cabbie gave them the address where he dropped Andrew last time. It cost Sabine $2K to have a private detective follow the boy for two days and gather information. She pulled Elena's file and took a hand-held scanner with her.
"Dominick, thank you for following protocol and contacting me, what's up?" I asked when I entered the holding room. It's a delay tactic to put Elena on the defensive.
"Mrs. Lincoln and her submissive," Dominick handed her a Washington driver's license for Andrew Sheffield.
"Where's Aedan?" Elena asked angrily.
"He's providing tours for new potential members. While he's busy, club protocol says the Assistant Manager on duty handles these situations." Sabine replied, using a hand-held scanner to scan Andrew's driver's license.
"What's your problem this time?" Elena asked angrily. "Andrew has his identification."
"Andrew Barkley," Sabine flipped a folder open. "I know this Washington driver's license for Andrew Sheffield isn't your real identification. I know where you live, and this isn't your address. I know you are a senior at Roosevelt High School. If you leave now, and do not return until you are 21, I will not contact the AGO and give them my file on you. It contains pictures of you attempting to enter last time. It contains pictures of you attempting to enter this time. I now have a scan of your fake I.D. If you insist upon staying, I will have you arrested. We will not take a chance of losing our license by serving underage kids. If I have you arrested…I will have your mistress arrested at the same time for contributing to the delinquency of a minor."
"We're leaving," Elena snapped at me. "Don't think you've heard the last of me, Missy! I will turn everyone in the community against you. This place will be bankrupt before the month is out, no matter how many new member mixers you host," She shook a bony finger tipped with red nail polish at me.
"The CCTV has been recording since you stepped into the room. I have you on tape threatening Aedan and his livelihood. I wonder how the good people of the community will react when they learn you've broken one of the main tenets of our community: YOU DON'T TOUCH CHILDREN. You've forgotten I'm a number nerd. If Andrew is 18 now and has been your submissive for three years - that means he was 15 and under age of consent when you introduced him to our lifestyle."
She didn't have a chance to respond. Dominick took them both by the arm and escorted them out of the club. He escorted them to Elena's car and watched as they left the property.
"Twenty-three for bringing Andrew here again; twenty-four for the fake ID; and twenty-five for threatening the club, you peroxide pimp." Seriously-Pissed-Off Sabine cracks an imaginary whip. I feel very guilty however – I'm worried about what Elena will do to that boy since I pissed her off.
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March, 2011
Locke and Keyes
Sabine's POV
"Excuse me?" I paused halfway into the office. After I finished work at Falcon Financials, I concentrated on homework for two hours. I stopped to get some office supplies from a warehouse store and told Aedan I would be a little late. Kneeling on the office floor, in submissive position one, is a pretty little brunette. Aedan is standing in the corner as far from her as possible without becoming one with the wall.
"It's not what you think!" Aedan exclaimed, his eyes shooting frantically from her to me.
"I'm here for the interview," the little brunette submissive said patiently with her eyes downcast.
"You're a Dom," I shake my head at him. "Command her to tell you why she is here."
"I'm here for the interview," she says, holding out a business card for Aedan. "I'm supposed to interview with Aedan Keyes."
I reach over and take the card. I could be wrong, but it has today's date and time written in what appears to be elegant Elena Lincoln penmanship.
"Who sent you?" Aedan almost roared.
"I'm a shampoo girl at Esclava Salons. Elena Lincoln knows I'm looking for a second job. She gave me your card. She said you were holding interviews tonight for a new waitress and a new bar girl. I turned 21 last week, so I'm old enough to interview. She said if I got the job, Mr. Keyes might acquire me as a submissive for a poly-relationship because his current submissive is taking classes and busy with tax season."
Aedan walked around her and came to me. "Stand," he commanded the girl. "I am monogamous with my fiancée!" He grabbed me by the waist. His free hand held my braid, tipping my head up to his mouth. His tongue plundered my mouth while he took his sweet time playing with my ass. When he finally let me up for air, he growled at the girl. "Do I look like I need a new submissive? Interviews were conducted this afternoon with a panel of staff. Now, get out and don't come here again." She left, dazed at the interaction.
To tell the truth, I was dazed at our interaction. Aedan hasn't dominated my mouth like that in a long time…and to tell you the truth…it made me hot! I locked the door behind Elena's little submissive. I shoved Aedan away as he tried to grab me to explain. I grabbed his junk and forced marched him to the wall. When he stopped fighting to get free from the pain I was inflicting; I yanked down his pants and proceeded to give him hottest, hardest blow job I had ever given anyone in my life. When he came, his knees buckled and he gasped for breath. I stood and gave him one hard stare. "Mine." I snarled at him. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. I think the reason he didn't come after me is because I just demonstrated how well I learned self defense; I was carrying a loaded weapon; and I was pissed off. "Twenty-six for the submissive. Twenty-seven for using my preoccupation with college classes and business demands to fuck with me." Seriously-Pissed-Off Sabine bypasses a riding crop in search of a cat for that F-crack, Elena.
"Abso-fucking-lutely," Aedan agreed, struggling to pull up his pants. He leaned against the wall, catching his breath. "Baby, if that's a sample of how you are going to act when you go Dominant on me…I think I'm going to become a switch."
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I pull out my forgery homework. I practice Elena's handwriting. I write a note to me expressing Elena Lincoln's abject apologies at being such a snatch. I contemplate death scenarios for Elena Lincoln, rejecting every one of them. Why does that bitch always fuck with me when I'm PMSing? Then I realize…it's not a state secret. Nothing is a state secret when it comes to some past events in my life. I have a track record of becoming emotionally unstable when I'm PMSing. I need to discuss this when I go back to the clinic for my shot next month. April is a little early for my mid year examination, but it was better to not put it off.
I stop practicing my forgery attempts before midnight, just in case Aedan decides to come home early with a plan to have angry make-up sex with me. I'm all for make-up sex. I have been hornier than hell this week because I'm PMSing. I'm not practicing orgasm denial tonight, and he's better be prepared to deal with it. I'm going to get satisfaction at least half a dozen times before I give him a happy. Maybe tonight's little scene at the club will convince him to throw Elena to the curb the next time she steps in the club.
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Saturday night, April 2011
Locke and Keyes
Sabine's POV
Louie texted me there was a drunk on the second floor. He was trying to get him out the door; but the man was demanding to know if I was in the club. Louie sent me a picture of him. I recognized him as Josh Hendricks who I met two years before. I sent the message to Aedan and Dominick for backup. I concentrated the CCTV to that area of the bar on the second floor. "I told you, Elena told me she worked here as a bar girl. I wondered if her fine ass was looking for a new Dom again." My future husband, and my jealous Dom, punched Josh in the mouth. A melee ensued, Aedan got a black eye, Louie got a split lip, but Dominick won in the end with a punch that put Josh on his ass until he could be hustled out the door.
"That fine ass belongs to my fiancée who DOES NOT work here as a bar girl! You will not talk about it or about her! These two gentlemen are going to remove you from the building. I suggest you leave and not come back. We will file an incident report with the police that you are stalking staff!" Aedan roared. When Josh was gone, Aedan came to the office with an ice pack. He locked both doors and turned off the CCTV.
"My hero," I whispered, crawling into his lap. I held the ice pack against his eye.
He gave me a steely look and pushed my hands behind my back, pushing me down on the couch. "That fine ass is mine!" He hissed. "I suggest you take it home before I lose my temper, spank you into submission and reclaim my property!"
I move off the couch and get my purse. Before I leave the office, I turn and give him a look of my own. "RED, I'm not taking a punishment fuck or beating because of Elena Lincoln ever again in my life." I leave the office and go home.
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Aedan's POV
What the fuck does that mean? She's not taking a punishment fuck or beating for Elena Lincoln ever again? Fuck 'Don't ask, don't tell.' I want some bloody answers. The time has come to ask Sabine what going on in her head. She obviously has a plan to destroy Elena…and I feel the need to protect Sabine.
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I went home and pulled out my forgery homework. It eases my angst against Elena as I practice writing "piss off" notes to Elena in Grey's handwriting. "Twenty-eight for telling Josh where to find me; twenty-nine for pissing Aedan off so much that he's contemplating punishing me for your bullshit! Blonde Bitch Lincoln, you are racking up punishments and you are too stupid to know it." Seriously-Pissed-Off Sabine reaches for Aedan's cricket bat – 36 inches long, 4.5 inches wide and weighing three pounds. She whooshes it through the air and assumes a good batting position.
As I practice, I run through various death scenarios in my mind. Anything to do with a car is out of the question because I don't know anything about cars. Yes, I could run her over, but it might not kill her. If I stopped and ran her over and over and over – I would be caught. I can't shoot her. I can't hire a hit man. I don't have access to drugs to cause her to overdose, and there is no guarantee she would die.
It's two o'clock before I stop writing. I am exhausted but I'm waiting up for Aedan. We're having this out tonight. He's going to understand what that bitch has done to my life and he's going to protect me from her – or we're over. There's no discussion. I love him, but she's going to stop fucking with me. I don't have to be at the club. I can move back to my apartment, go to college, run my business and find a man who doesn't have a clue who Elena Lincoln is.
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Saturday night, May 2011
Locke and Keyes
Sabine's POV
"Sabine, I'm sending someone to the office to see you." Louie called. I'm late getting to the club because I wanted to study for finals. I'm shocked speechless when I open the office door and it is Taylor. I hold the door open wide, and he knows he's welcome to come in. I shut and lock the door behind him. Please don't let Mrs. Jones be hurt. Please don't let Grey be hurt. Please don't let Grey know I've broken my NDA by telling Aedan everything between Elena Lincoln and me. I chant these things louder and louder in my head.
"First of all – why did you get a conceal carry permit a year ago?" Taylor asked.
"The Seattle Police Department recommended I get it along with taking a self-defense class. I am alone at the club from eight to ten in the morning; counting tills, preparing deposits and doing the books. I would ask how you know about my CCW but since we've both signed NDAs, let's not go there." I set my leather hobo bag on the desk, unzipped the hidden pocket and pulled out my Ruger LCP 380. Taylor shrugged when he saw it – I don't know if it was out of acceptance or interest. I put my gun back in my bag, zipped it closed and put it under the desk.
"I'm here for another reason. Miss Falco, I need to know if you have seen or talked to Leila Williams." Taylor asked.
"Back in 2009, after she broke up with Mr. Grey, she came here one night looking for Elena Lincoln. She blamed their breakup on Elena. I explained she couldn't be here. I explained it was a conflict of our NDAs to speak to one another. She was drunk and passed out. Aedan and one of our bartenders took her and her car home. I have not seen or heard from her since. Why do you ask?"
"We had a report she was seen entering Locke and Keyes earlier today," Taylor said.
I called Aedan. "Please come to the office. The door is locked." I scrolled through the CCTV footage, looking for her. "I don't see her. I can copy today's CCTV recordings to a flash drive for you."
"Please," he said. Aedan entered the room, and there was an instant spike in the testosterone level.
"Settle, both of you," I strongly suggest to both of them – it was a waste of breath. I concentrated on copying the CCTV tapes.
"Taylor," Aedan said, crossing his arms and glaring at me.
"Keyes," Taylor kept his hands to his sides, but open, ready for offense or defense – whichever was needed.
"Are you here because Leila came to see Sabine today?" Aedan asked Taylor.
"Did she say why she was back in town?" I asked. "I thought she got married and moved away?" I frowned.
"She didn't say. She asked if she could stay with us for a few days and I told her it violated our NDAs with Grey. She said she understood and left." He paused. "I wasn't sure it was her at first. She doesn't look well."
"I promise not to go looking for her; but I will talk to her if she comes in again. It's better if we know why she's in town." I look at Taylor for confirmation, and he nods.
"If you see her again, or if she calls, will you call immediately? Burner phone with my contact information preloaded." He offers it to me.
I took the phone and stashed it with my gun before Aedan could intercept it. "We can do that." I hand Taylor a flash drive with a copy of the CCTV tape on it.
Taylor nodded again, and departed. Aedan watched the CCTV to ensure Taylor left the building and the parking lot.
"Something you want to tell me?" I looked at him.
"Now I know why a black Audi SUV has been prowling our parking lot." He straightened from his perusal of the TV screens. "I'll tell security it was a personal friend of yours so they won't ask questions."
While I don't approve, I hope Leila reached out to someone in the Sub Club. I hope Leila hasn't gone to Elena for help. Is she still fucking with Leila's life too? "Thirty." Seriously-Pissed-Off Sabine reaches for a baseball bat to knock slut-chops out of the park.
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June, 2011
Aedan and Sabine at home
Sabine's POV
"It's time," I announced to Aedan at dinner on a Saturday. I made his favorite foods – maybe because I felt guilty about what I planned to do – or maybe I was celebrating our first year in our home. "Mr. Grey was at Esclava today. He has a girlfriend. Elena Lincoln is spitting nails about it. The girlfriend wanted to get her hair done for a charity event tonight. Elena wasn't supposed to be there, but one of her staff bailed on her so she was at the salon by Pike Market Place. The girlfriend obviously knows who or what Elena is…she left the salon after seeing Elena with Mr. Grey. He told the receptionist, Greta, to forget about Miss Steele's needs and ran out after her."
"How do you know?" Aedan gave me a look.
"Before I explain – I haven't talked to any of Mr. Grey's ex-submissives, and therefore have not broken your hard limit. A very upset Kassidy Morgan called me at my business. She said Elena promised Kassidy she would be Mr. Grey's next submissive. She has been waiting for a preliminary interview but Mr. Grey kept putting Elena off since April. Kassidy confronted Elena after she saw Miss Steele with Mr. Grey at Esclava today. Elena said it's a cluster-fuck of all cluster-fucks and Kassidy wasn't the only one losing out. Elena told Kassidy Mr. Grey obviously prefers younger, inexperienced subs…and now she was going to have to go trolling high schools for potentials. Then she ordered Kassidy to get ready to interview with a different Dom. Kassidy told Elena she was tired of being a prostitute for Elena while she's waiting for her shot at the billionaire. Elena backhanded Kassidy who grabbed her purse and ran out of Esclava. She called me from the Starbucks at PMP. I met her. She said she has been a working girl/submissive for Elena since she was eighteen. Elena's been paying for everything and Kassidy had no ready cash. I gave her $2K for a list of everyone past and present working for Elena. I can't find information on six of them…they may be too young to be in the system. I told her to go home to her family in San Diego. I left her at Sea-Tac to catch the next plane home."
"Miss Steele," Aedan smiled. I told you that girl in the WSU photo was more than a friend when she showed up again in that picture taken at the art gallery in Portland."
"Kassidy said Miss Steele is a pretty little thing, and Mr. Grey is in love. She said Mr. Grey ran after Miss Steele after she saw him with Elena. When he caught up with her, she yelled at him."
Aedan's mouth dropped open. "She what?" He started laughing, which made Sabine laugh also. Mr. Grey, the yell-ee instead of the yeller.
"Yelled at him, Kassidy said. Miss Steele told him off and he stood there and took it too." Sabine sobered. "Aedan, we can't let Elena go looking for any more under age kids."
"No more pissing about…we cannot let her bring more underage submissives into the club. We'll plan an open mixer including Elena on the guest list. I will let her know we are inviting a dozen available adult brunette submissives that she can hope to procure for her stable." Aedan squeezed her hand. "Sabine, are we ready to do this?"
"Ready as we can be. We've practiced the scene a dozen times, refining it as we go along. The props are locked in storage at the club. All we need is Elena Lincoln, alone, around midnight on a Saturday night within the next three months. After that, the club is shut down for renovation. We would have to start over again after we reopen. I don't know how much damage she will do in the community while we're out of the country." Sabine took a deep breath.
That pedophile bitch is going down. We are going to give closure to some of Mr. Grey's ghosts, and stop Elena's recruitment of underage submissives. It's time to end her Bitch Queen reign. "Thirty-one," Seriously-Pissed-Off Sabine reaches for a TENS unit and for electrician's tape to secure Elena's mouth.
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June, 2011
Home
Sabine's POV
"That's a happy man," Aedan commented, passing me a picture of Mr. Grey and Miss Steele taken at the Coping Together charity event.
"I'm impressed," I said. "She is very pretty – even with the mask. No wonder Elena Lincoln's thong is in a bunch!"
"Pretty is a pretty does," he said. "If she can keep Elena distracted long enough for us to take her out…that's all I care."
"You know, I think I'd like to see you in a tux for our wedding day…" I lay the paper down and stare at Aedan's gorgeous body. "Definitely a navy tux with that strawberry blonde hair of yours."
"You are going to be the Italian beauty coming down the aisle in a white dress and veil in the Victorian garden at Ashford Castle. My mum and Aunt Anna are finalizing wedding plans as we speak."
"No veil," I murmur, looking at the picture. Miss Steele's hair is down, in waves. It's a lovely hair style and shows off some classy diamond earrings. I'm going to wear my sapphire studs the day we get married…they will be my something blue. I have one more dress fitting for my Victorian motif wedding gown. Aedan's aunt is loaning me a sapphire Victorian broach for my something old/something borrowed. I have no guest list, so the fifty wedding guests will be his family.
"No veil," he sounds surprised.
"No veil, I'll be wearing stilettos; I need to see where I'm walking."
"Just keep your eye on the prize at the altar, baby…" He starts nibbling on my ear and I can't think about weddings or wedding plans.
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End of June after Christian's Birthday Party
Locke and Keyes
Sabine's POV
"She's toasted," Louie said. "We have to get her out of here. She's pissing everyone off. She won't keep her hands or mouth to herself. If we don't get her out of here, someone's going to slit her throat."
"I mysteriously care for some reason?" I looked at him.
"You and I drew the short straws," he said. "Aedan's orders; you follow, I'll take her home, and tuck her into bed."
"Let's get it done." I said. Aedan obviously doesn't want to get lucky until the honeymoon. I think about it, we haven't had a fight for a while, maybe he's gagging for a make-up shag. Then his reason dawns on me…damn, he's so sneaky!
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Louie texted the minute he pulled into her driveway: "She wants to jump my bones!"
I text: "Does she have staff at the house?"
Louie texts: "No staff – it's going to cost the boss – she's not my type!"
I text: "Louie – prolong the foreplay; she'll pass out within a few minutes, you won't have to do the deed. Let me in when she passes out!"
Louie texts as he turns off Elena's Mercedes: "If she grabs my junk again, I'm going to knock her unconscious!"
I text: "Watch out for your ass!"
I hear a shriek from Louie and a maniacal laugh from the bitch. Less than fifteen minutes later, Louie texts: "Front door open, bitch is down for the count."
He opens the front door to let me in and hands me a pair of cleaning gloves from the kitchen; modeling his own. "Do you want to tell me what we are looking for?"
"Anything to get this pedophile bitch off the streets." I shrug.
"Let's start in her bedroom and work our way out in a grid." He says, and leads me to her bedroom.
Elena is lying topless on the bed. "OH MY GOD!" I turn around. "I can't toss this room with those fake tits staring at us all night."
Louie flips her over with her head half hanging off the bed. "Better for her anyway, in case she pukes."
"Ugh…thanks for the visual." I wrinkle my nose.
"Let's do this. There's no camera feed in the house. There's no staff. She said we might have two hours to play," he consults his watch, "depending on how soon her staff reports to work."
"You check walls, floor and closet for a safe in this room. I'll start with the nightstands, desk and segue to the drawers in the walk-in closet."
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My hands are shaking. I found a 9"x13" manila envelope. It's full of pictures, notes, CDs. I opened it and looked at three of the pictures inside. Tears spring to my eyes. I knew it, somehow my brain knew it…Elena had been Christian Grey's Dom, his submissive and then his pimp. I closed the envelope and finished looking through the desk drawers. There were piles of clippings – pictures of Christian from newspapers and magazines. Most prominently displayed on the top of the clippings is a student magazine from WSU Vancouver. The bookmark is a copy of the Sun Times picture of Grey and Miss Steele from the WSU Vancouver graduation. It opens to an article about Christian Grey. The fingered edges of the article tell me Elena read it many times. Is this how Grey met Miss Steele? Suddenly, I feel protective of her. I know the havoc a pissed-off Elena Lincoln can wreak in a person's life. Granted…if Elena was busy with Miss Steele…she might leave me alone – but I can't live with that choice. Elena is a bully…and needs to be taught a lesson. I went into the closet and carefully tossed the drawers, but didn't find anything. I checked her ensuite and found nothing beyond normal toiletries – Chanel #5. Too classy for her ass. She has OTC pain killers and no sleeping pills in her medicine cabinet.
Louie segued into the hall and was checking walls and behind paintings for a safe. "Skip the rest of the rooms on this floor; let's go to the main level and see if we find anything." He said. Two hours passed, and we tried to hit the important places, like Elena's home office, the library and the wine cellar. We expended precious time in the library looking for any stray bit of information. We searched almost every crook and cranny in the wine cellar.
"Louie, did you find a playroom?" I asked.
"No," he said. "I left her purse and keys on the nightstand in her room. We have to get out of here. We can't stay and look for it." We walked out the front door, locking it behind us.
"You found something," he said, looking at the manila envelope in my hands.
"Yeah, I found some answers to questions." I admitted.
"So, not a total loss?" Louie asked.
"Not a total loss." I shrug. "We didn't find a playroom, illegal drugs, or proof of any misdeeds by Elena."
"Good, because my stud services for the night are $1K." He said airily.
"Stud services? You didn't fuck her!" I protest.
"She grabbed my junk and grabbed my ass and who do you think hauled her to bed? You're lucky I'm not charging hazard duty pay!" Louie laughed.
We stopped at the club and I gave Louie $1K from the safe. "See you next weekend," I wave. He's off to his car, I'm off to home.
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"Safe trip?" Aedan murmured when I turned on the light to our bathroom.
"Yeah," I comment.
"And?" He asked, sitting up in bed.
"I'm going to go take a hot bubble bath. There's a new manila envelope in the home safe." I say. "FORTY. The bitch looked to be about forty when she touched Christian Grey." Seriously-Pissed-Off Sabine has left the building and is shopping for a Domme apparel of black leather and spike-heeled stilettos. Someone is about to take a punishment beating and a punishment fuck over this.
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Aedan's POV
Any hesitation I might have felt at Sabine's plan to eliminate Elena was destroyed when I viewed the contents of the envelope. Pictures of Grey as a submissive to Elena; pictures of Grey in Dom training; and pictures of Grey with early subs, including Elena were in the envelope. There is a copy of Grey's soft and hard limits with a copy of an old contract, probably from his first or second submissive.
The first CD is basically a diary for Elena. An Access database lists minutes/notes from weekly discussions/lunches/phone calls between Elena and Grey about the various submissives. I don't bother to read any part but the one marked Sabine. It broke my heart to read the vituperative notes Elena wrote about Sabine. She was pissed because Sabine contracted with Grey without her input. She dissected Grey and Sabine's contract, finding fault with Sabine's negotiations. Elena cursed Sabine for asking Grey to help her with her business. Elena felt Sabine ensnared Grey into a contract with her because she appealed to his CEO side along with his sexual side. Elena predicted Grey would tire of Sabine's "excessive" hard limits in three months. Every contract renewal pissed her off. Her notes told me why Sabine never wore topaz jewelry and requested I never buy any for her. I deduced Sabine donated Grey's presents of topaz jewelry to the Women's Auxiliary Have a Heart Auction at St. Thomas More. Her notes told me why Sabine drives the Audi. Her notes told me why Sabine has a work wardrobe for Falcon Financials, and one for the club. Elena cursed herself for insisting Grey come to Locke and Keyes that night to see potential submissives. She was angry that Grey ordered Sabine to stop doing the books for us, stop working when we had staff issues, and stop talking to staff. Elena had hoped Sabine's connection with Locke and Keyes would prevent a contract between Grey and Sabine. I can't blame Grey for wanting to keep Sabine away from Locke and Keyes. Sabine is bright, beautiful and funny. I'm a blessed man to love her and be loved by her.
Thank you, thank you, thank you – the Fates, the Furies, God, Baby Jesus, Mother Mary, Declan, Jessie – whomever – that she didn't fall in love with Grey, and that he didn't fall in love with her. She is mine and I will not give her up.
The Sabine folder has a list of potential Doms that Elena planned to send to Sabine. I recognize two of the twelve names. Both of them practice RACK not SCC. Grey surely cannot be enough of a reason for Elena to want Sabine beaten, broken or bruised. There are links to news articles mentioning Sabine – with notes about where to infiltrate Sabine's life. There is also a list of submissives to send to me for testing as the Playroom Master of Locke and Keyes. Obviously, since I gave that up to be with Sabine; Elena lost that opportunity to drive a wedge between us.
A second CD holds pictures of Grey from magazines and newspapers. It has taped news articles about him. We will have to remove this envelope from our house before the Elena finale…but I couldn't think how to do it. I put it back in the safe for now.
I went back to the master bathroom and stripped. I climbed into the tub with Sabine and held her until she stopped crying. "Sabine, your intuition is just spooky. Do you know that?"
"That's what everyone tells me, but it's just my head for numbers. Things seem to fall into lines of logic easily for me. I wish I had more time. I wanted to take pictures of her financial files, but I didn't know if my cell would be traceable at her house, so I didn't. Then when I was leaving, I realized Louie and I had already exchanged texts, so it was a moot point." Her tears ended, but her voice was soft and low. "If Grey's IT person has Elena under electronic surveillance, then he will know Louie and I were there. I don't know if it breaks my NDA or not."
"I'm not sure what to do with the information you found." I said.
"It can wait. I need to rest." She murmured. "Louie knows I found something, but he didn't ask and I didn't tell. It cost you $1K for Louie to take Elena home."
"Well worth the price," I said as I washed Sabine, dried her, dressed her and carried her to bed. She fell asleep in my arms and I held her…frightened at what I knew Sabine wanted to do. We don't have enough proof to have Elena arrested and held in prison until she rots and dies or until some prison inmate kills her. We cannot take the information to Grey because we don't know the extent of their relationship with one another. If we reveal our hand now, it just gives her more opportunity to fuck with us. Being a Dom gives me control…but this uncertainty tries my limits.
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Saturday morning, mid-August, 2011
Locke and Keyes
Sabine's POV
Tonight is the mixer. I took the trash bag holding the gift box and faux note out of storage and carried them to Suite A. I placed them in the middle of the bed. I locked the suite, and pulled the keys to it. I would let Aedan know it was not available during the mixer. If Elena shows up tonight, we will be ready for her. I turn the CCTV on, noting that I was in the bathroom, which is why it is turned on late. I do the countdown of the tills, prep them for tonight and prep the deposit. I turn off the CCTV and head to the bank before I go to work. I took Elena's manila envelope from the house this morning. I lock it and the burner phone in the safe at Falcon Financials.
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Saturday night
August, 2011
Locke and Keyes
"Locke and Keyes, this is Locke, can I help you?" Sabine answered the phone and listened to the rushed conversation. "It's alright Tammy, I can fill in for you tonight. Aedan and I are sorry to hear about Jaycee. I'll fill in for you until you can come back. We'll put a donations jar on the counter for you to help offset the hospital costs. It's a good night for it because tonight is the mixer."
Sabine quickly changed out of her silk shirt and pencil skirt into a V-neck Locke and Keyes t-shirt and black jeans she kept in her locker. Ditching her pumps, she pulled on socks and black Converse. She took her hair out of its messy updo and braided it, looping the braid over her left shoulder. She removed her classic gold jewelry and added a pair of black Lucite hoop earrings and a pair of leather cuff bracelets. She grabbed the donations jar and added a quick print out to it. She tucked the office keys in her pocket. Aedan gave her a hip bump when she joined him behind the bar. She flashed the donations jar at him and he nodded with understanding. She set the donations jar on the counter and began filling drink requests. They worked the bar flawlessly. They knew exactly where the other was standing or when they moved. Two hearts in rhythm; two minds in sync; two bodies in motion…one plan in action.
"White wine," Elena Lincoln purred at Aedan, feasting her eyes on the way his muscles rippled under his see-through black t-shirt. He reached into the cooler, brought down a cold bottle of Sancerre, opened it, and poured her a glass of wine. He placed the bottle in an ice bucket behind the bar.
Sabine's back was to him, waiting on a customer. She finished the transaction and felt Aedan slide his knuckles slowly down her arm to finish in a clasp of her hand. One squeeze meant "mine". Two squeezes meant "show time." She tipped her head to the side, feeling him tug her braid; pulling her against him. His fingers splayed on her hips as his mouth nibbled and nipped from her ear to her collarbone.
"Back to work, no time to play," he said, slapping her on the ass. She turned and gazed into the glacial eyes of Elena Lincoln.
Elena purred. "I'm interviewing new submissives for my stable, if you are interested, Sabine. You're a little older than I like for a submissive, but I'm sure I can find you a new Dom…not on the caliber of Mr. Grey, but a step above the bartenders you hang out with."
"Permission to speak freely, Sir?" Sabine asked Aedan softly.
"Yes, pretty woman," his eyes twinkled.
"You must be having a difficult time not hanging around Mr. Grey and his social circle right now. Just what did you do? Did you fail him in some way and he can't forgive you? You vetted the seven submissives he has since me. Leila is the only one who lasted longer than me out of those seven. Alcoholic, exhibitionist, narcissistic; masochistic, materialistic, self-absorbed, sexual zombies - you really trained his submissives well! Face it, you would still Grey's pimp…but you couldn't bear for him to get too involved with any of us." Sabine laughed and flashed a two carat engagement ring at Elena. "I know how fulfilling it is to love and marry your Dom instead of accepting contracts where you are a beat-me-fuck-me toy. Mr. Grey falling in love after having fifteen submissives – who would have thought such a thing could happen? His young and pretty brunette girlfriend certainly has your number."
"Love is for fools," Elena snorted.
"Sour grapes much?" Sabine retorted and turned her back on Elena. "Sir, shall I pick up glasses and clean tables while we have a lull?"
"No, I think you should work on the books in the office. At one Dominick will close the second floor bar. He will bring the receipts and till down for you to begin tonight's count. I'll move everyone off the floor and lock the doors." Aedan turned toward her and away from Elena. His knuckles caressed her arm, releasing her from his presence. Sabine walked to the office and closed the door.
Aedan waited until Sabine was behind closed doors before he approached Elena on the pretext of refreshing her wine glass. "Mr. Grey was on the guest list for tonight. He arranged a package and message for you in Suite A. He asked for discretion as he is monitored at home right now," Aedan said quietly.
"Suite A?" Elena asked softly, her eyes alight with excitement.
"As in a midnight booking, in the new midnight suite." Aedan looked at her with knowing eyes. "Mr. Grey is unhappy with his current situation. He expressed the need for discretion and the desire for an experienced release." Aedan dropped his voice. "Suite A, no viewing room, no CCTV, and soundproof," he slipped Elena the key. "11:50, just enough time to get ready for your midnight meeting. Be sure to lock the door behind you; he picked up the spare key when he left your package."
Elena floated up the stairway to Suite A. Christian asked for her. She would please him as she had pleased him years ago. When he asked what he could give her in return…she would demand the departure of Miss Mouse from his life. After tonight, he would install her as his lifetime sub. She entered Suite A locking the door behind her. She slipped the grey bow off a large white gift box. Inside was a card on Christian's white stationery, written in his beautiful penmanship.
"Strip down to just your panties. Flog yourself 40 times – I want your skin to sing when I take you. Handcuff your hands behind your back. Assume the position by the cross. I will be here at midnight. I need our playtime...Master."
Aedan and Sabine saw the last of the clients exit from the building at two o'clock. At two-fifteen they saw the last of the staff exit from the building. They locked up as usual, except they didn't check the suites. Aedan pulled Sabine into his arms at the doorway of the office, gave her a lingering kiss with a grope on her ass. He turned off the CCTV for the building. Aedan looked at Sabine and nodded. "It's time."
They went upstairs to the suites. All were empty and unlocked; except Suite A. Aedan took the pass key from his pocket and opened the door. They gloved up before entering the room. He felt for Elena's pulse, and noted there was none. Sabine removed the box, bow and the faux Christian note. Aedan planted Elena's fingerprints on the suicide note inside and out and the envelope. He laid it next to her clothes and tote. He removed some insertables and toys from her tote. He picked up the flogger and swished the fronds around inside the tote to distribute some poison inside it. He dropped the flogger back into position on the whipping bench.
Sabine left the box containing the bow and faux Christian note in the supply room along with her gloves. She went to the office and mussed the couch pillows, deliberately leaving one on the floor by the couch with her knee imprints. Aedan relocked the door to Suite A. Downstairs Aedan dropped the items from Elena's tote into the box. He slipped off his gloves, adding his and her gloves to the box. He placed it on top of an acoustic tile in the ceiling of the supply room. It would not be checked. He rejoined Sabine in the office. Before three o'clock they were ready.
"Remember, we turned the CCTV off because we were having sex in the office on the couch before we leave for the night. In case I've never told you, that little forgery thing you do is a handy little vice to have."
"In case I haven't told you, forgive me for keeping Grey's contracts and notes all this time. Thank you for forgiving me for tricking Elena into providing handwritten letters so I could forge her suicide note. I shredded or discarded everything when we scheduled tonight. If anything happens, there's nothing at the house to tie us to this." Sabine laughed and mussed her hair a little. She pulled her t-shirt out of her jeans some. Aedan mussed his hair a little, and pasted on a grin. "I'm turning on the CCTV in a minute. We kiss in the doorway. I'll grab your ass; you giggle and push me away. I go to check the suites; you pick up the pillow off the floor and rearrange the pillows on the couch. You pull the till from the cash register to start the bank deposit. I find her, call 911. I will come down to the office and tell you about her body. You stay in the office with the cash. I'll go to the front door and wait for the police."
"Understood," she said stepping into his arms in the doorway. He hit the CCTV remote and suddenly they were back on screen.
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"We didn't touch anything officer. Mrs. Lincoln asked for a key to Suite A before midnight. She often interviews potential submissives in our suites. I can give you the CCTV tapes for the evening. We don't tape in the suites; so I can't tell you what happened. I didn't check the suites earlier because we were short-staffed tonight. When I was doing my nightly walkthrough around three; I found Suite A was locked. I used my pass key to enter, found her, checked her pulse, she was dead. I stepped immediately into the hall, and called 911. I went down to the office and told Sabine. I asked her to stay there until you released us." Aedan related his version of the story to Detective Clark.
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"Their stories are similar, but not identical or rehearsed. Miss Falco is embarrassed to admit they shut off the CCTV so they could have a quickie in the office. Mr. Keyes says he can have sex with his fiancée on the couch in his office if he wants. She worked the bar tonight because the second bartender called in - her kid is at Northwest, emergency appendectomy. They turned the CCTV back on after their quickie because she was working on the bank deposits. Normally she does bank deposits in the morning, except they are dark on Sunday and Monday, so she likes preparing the Saturday night deposit before they leave. They keep the CCTV on while counting money." The officer pointed at the donations jar sitting on the counter. "They intended to count and match the money out of their own pocket, which is why it hasn't been touched. Forensics is processing the suite. We have a vehicle from the CSI unit to transport the body to the coroner when you release the body." The officer informed Detective Clark. "She left a suicide note. It's not a pretty confession. She admits to having sexually molested underage boys for over fifteen years. She feels she will be caught soon and ruined financially and socially. She took her own life because she knew what would happen if she went to prison."
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6 o'clock the same morning
Seattle
Sabine's POV
After the police are done with us, I tell Aedan I'm making a bank deposit. After I do the bank deposit, I go to the safe at Falcon Financials to retrieve the manila envelope and the burner phone. On my way there, I do the four-point right turn to make sure I'm not followed. Then I did a four-point left turn just to be ornery. I call Taylor on the burner phone. It rings five times and goes to generic voicemail. SHIT. I call it again, and he answers.
"Taylor is this you?" I ask quietly.
"This is Taylor," he says suspiciously.
"This is Sabine Falco.
"Miss Falco, did you have contact with Leila Williams?" When I answer negatively, he asks, "Are you in trouble? Do you need help?"
"Elena Lincoln killed herself tonight in a private suite at Locke and Keyes. I turned on the CCTV in the hall while the police were removing her body. She left a suicide note which said she had molested teenage boys. She thought one of them had turned her into the police and she was determined not to go to prison."
"Do you have the CCTV tape?" He asked.
"Yes, I downloaded it to a flash drive and wiped it off our server. The police came in and took the CCTV tapes for the night. What do you want me to do?"
"Where are you?"
"I will meet you at Denny's, First Avenue South, Seattle in one hour. I have graphic information to share. I don't want to come to Escala. I don't want you at the club, I don't want you at Falcon Financials, and I don't want you going to my home.
"Understood," Taylor hung up on me.
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"Dad," I exclaim as I hug him. I drop the flash drive in his pocket as he tugs on my braid.
"How is everything, honey," Taylor winks.
"Ugly, and about to get uglier," I whisper. We settle in a booth and order coffee from the waitress. When she brings coffee and takes our order for breakfasts, Taylor gives me the "Talk now, or I'm taking you hostage" look. "Everything on CCTV is on the flash drive," I tell him quietly. "The police are getting a search warrant this morning for Elena Lincoln's house."
"Do you know who turned her in?" Taylor asked.
"We've had three incidents at Locke and Keyes. The first incident, Elena tried to bring in an underage youth. The bouncers refused her and him access. The second incident, Aedan was sick with the flu. I prevented Elena from bringing a submissive with no identification into the club. I wouldn't let her leave him in the car in our parking lot either. Locke and Keyes ordered a cab and sent him home. We paid the cabbie for address information. I hired a private detective who gave me the boy's information. I scanned the information from both. It's on the flash drive."
"Incident three, she came in with the same underage kid, only we knew his real name and age by then and my bouncers would not let him enter because he had a bogus ID. We took the ID and evicted both of them from the club. I threatened to go to the AGO if the kid ever returned to Locke and Keyes. The kid is 18 and he told me he had been her sub for three years. I threatened to reveal she was a pedophile to the community. The scan of his fake ID and the information from that visit are on the flash drive."
"Six weeks ago, at the end of June, Elena got drunk at Locke and Keyes. Something happened with Grey at his birthday party – I don't know what it was, but she was ranting on and on about Miss Steele turning Grey against her. One of my bouncers, Louie, took her home. She tried to seduce Louie and he texted me what to do. I told him to go for it. It cost me $1K in hazard pay, despite the fact that she passed out before he had to do the deed."
Taylor bit back a laugh and tried not to snort his coffee.
"When she passed out; he let me in the house. We gloved up and searched the place." I slid him an early edition of today's paper. "I searched her home hoping to find something to blackmail her into leaving Locke and Keyes, Aedan and me alone. That's not everything I found." I tell him about the pile of clippings and describe some of the dates and publishers. "I don't know if there's more. I don't know what the police will find."
The waitress came back and refilled our coffees. When she was out of hearing range, Taylor opened the paper and gave me a look. A 9x13 manila envelope was tucked in the pages.
"All I'm going to say is yes. You can fill in any blank you want. That information was in a private desk in Elena's master bedroom suite. I looked at three of the pictures and confirmed my suspicions. I did not keep copies of anything. I don't know the entire contents of the envelope. If it had been up to me, I would have left Elena face up on the bed so if she puked, it would have killed her. Louie flipped her on her stomach because I couldn't stand seeing her naked tits any longer."
"Burner phone," Taylor held out his hand. I passed it to him. He checked to see that this morning's call was the only one I had made on it. "Hang on to it in case Leila Williams contacts you again."
"I can't. I can't have anything questionable if the police come see us or acquire search warrants for the house, businesses, etc. When I found that envelope, Louie and I searched Elena's home as thoroughly as possible. I'm sure she had a playroom, but we could not find it. Louie and I had to get out of there before her staff arrived for the day. I shredded everything I had from my days with Mr. Grey at that time. I wasn't followed here, and no one is listening to our conversation." I shrugged. "I know I'm breaking my NDA, but you do realize I had no choice?"
He nodded. "Are you happy Sabine? Is Keyes taking care of you? Taylor asked gently.
"I love Aedan. It took a while for us to get to this place with one another. Locke and Keyes may get some notoriety out of this situation; but we'll weather it. We had planned to shut down the last week of August through October for renovations; and reopen on Halloween with a costume party. Because of this, we'll shut down a week earlier than we planned. Lately we've had an influx of potential members who practice RACK and not SSC. We want to shut down and re-open as an only SSC club. My OM/PA Melora is running Falcon Financials while we are gone. Our security guards are coordinating the club renovations for us. Aedan and I are getting married in Ireland over Labor Day. He's got family there. We're honeymooning in Ireland for two weeks and then to Italy for two weeks." I flashed my engagement ring at him.
"I'm glad you're happy," Taylor said. "If you ever need to contact me for any reason, you can call Grey House and leave a message for me to call you. Tell whoever takes the message that you are Sophie's Irish nanny wanting to discuss her schedule."
I nod. I won't forget. "May I ask you a question, Taylor?" I search his face.
"You can ask, I don't know if I can answer," he shrugs. "You know how those pesky NDAs get in the way."
"Is Grey happy? Really truly happy?" I ask. "Hearts and flowers? Head over Heels? Over the Moon?"
"He is happy. Miss Steele is very special to him," he affirms. "Who knew Grey would ever fall in love?"
"Mrs. Jones had faith in him," I smile. "Speaking of Mrs. Jones…when are you going to marry that exceptional, extraordinary, marvelous woman?"
"As quick as she says yes." Taylor promised. "Here are our breakfasts." He smiled at the waitress and motioned for her to refill our coffee cups. "Their pancakes are not as good as Gail's but we'll make do." We both laughed and dug into our breakfasts.
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Seattle Times
Two Days Later
Elena Lincoln dead at local club, takes own life
Socialite and owner of the Esclava Salons, Elena Lincoln, took her own life early Sunday morning at a local underground club, Locke and Keyes. According to witnesses, she arrived at the club around nine o'clock. After spending time talking to various members of the club; she arrived at the downstairs bar shortly before midnight. According to witnesses, she ordered a glass of white wine from the bar and proceeded to pick up the key to a private suite shortly before midnight. At three a.m. when staff was closing for the night, it was discovered Mrs. Lincoln had not returned the key to the suite. Staff then used a pass key to gain entry. Upon finding Mrs. Lincoln's body, staff called 911. After examination of the body and the room, a suicide note was discovered in Mrs. Lincoln's handwriting. The county coroner has ruled Mrs. Lincoln death as a suicide. Police have closed the case. The body has been released to employees and managers of her exclusive Esclava Salons for a private memorial service.