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Chapter 11

"Hello my dear, I've been expecting you," the gray haired man murmured as a despondent Whitney walked in.

"How the hell did you get in here Mr. Crane?" Whitney replied dumbfounded.

"That's not important my dear. Recognize this?" he asked holding up a glossy eight by eight photo of a completely naked Whitney and a petite redhead with big tits fondling and caressing the sandy haired beefcake lying between them.

Whitney blanched and swallowed hard. The urge to throw up was so overwhelming she nearly did so right then and there but she held back through sheer force of will for she refused to give Alistair the satisfaction. Raising her head slightly she moistened her suddenly dry lips and stared Alistair in the face.

"What do you want?" she asked softly.

Alistair grinned and lightly stroked her hair, pressing her hard against him so she could feel his bulging erection against her backside.

Whitney trembled with revulsion at his touch but didn't move. She didn't dare for she was in his hands and they both knew it. If her father ever saw those photos he'd disown her and she'd really be all alone.

"What do you want Alistair?" she asked again, this time with less confidence.

"Well first, I want this," Alistair replied sliding a fat hand under her skirt and intimately caressing her softness.

A low moan escaped her lips as Alistair's talented fingers furiously stroked her feminine center and despite her fear and revulsion Whitney felt herself get wet. When Alistair pushed her down on the ground and settled his heavy frame against hers she made no protest.

Minutes later Alistair collapsed on top of her, his breathing shallow and fast and Whitney felt tears of shame scald her eyes for despite her terror and disdain she had enjoyed Alistair's prowess.

Alistair watched her from narrowed eyes, amused at her reaction but his expression remained blank. Glancing at his watch he saw it was a quarter past eight and almost cursed under his breath as he realized he had delayed things too much already. Dropping the stack of revealing photos in Whitney's lap, he stalked to the door and then turned back to stare at the raven haired beauty.

"As good as you were my dear, that wasn't the primary reason for my visit. Nicholas and Teresa are getting too close and I can't have my only heir marrying beneath himself. See to it that they're separated by the end of the month Whitney or I will have to reveal all the seedy details of your private life to your adoring father. Do I make myself clear?" he asked in a hard voice and Whitney nodded.

"To show you that I'm not an unreasonable man I will wire some money into your account. See to it that you keep your end of the bargain my dear. I don't tolerate incompetence," Alistair added before letting himself out.

"You lying bitch," a livid Teresa pronounced, snapping Whitney out of her reverie. "There's no way I will believe that you are Fox's fiancée Whitney so you might as well drop the pretense now," Teresa added her dark eyes snapping furiously and her petite frame shaking from the force of her anger.

"Seeing is believing Teresa." Whitney replied, extending her left hand so Teresa could see the opulent diamond gracing her ring finger.

Teresa felt herself pale as she glanced at the gaudy ring but the memory of Fox's words, of the tender way he had made love to her sustained her. Fox had sworn to her that he and Whitney had never been involved, that she had tricked him and she believed him. This was just another of Whitney's tricks.

"Fox's taste doesn't run to the gaudy or the crass," she replied giving Whitney a scathing once over.

Her childhood friend was dressed in a bright orange silk top and skintight denim jeans in a midnight blue. Her curly hair framed her heart shaped face in a riot of curls that resembled a rat's nest and her makeup was as flamboyant as the rest of her. She looked like a ten cent whore and Teresa felt her stomach recoil in revulsion as she glanced at her.

"You uppity bitch, who the hell do you think you are?" Whitney screamed when the meaning of Teresa's words sank in and before the smaller woman could react, Whitney slapped her with all the hatred in her heart.

Teresa's eyes narrowed and with a sound of fury she launched herself against Whitney, knocking her to the ground and repeatedly slamming her head against the cool tiles.

"You...bitch...I won't let you...ruin...what I have...with Fox..." Teresa ground out.

"You crazy bitch...you just can't handle the fact that Fox prefers me to you," Whitney replied breathlessly as she tried to defect Teresa's blows.

"You're the one who's deluded if you believe that," Teresa snapped back, the red mist surrounding her vision fading as she realized she was brawling like a street hooker in a hospital when all of her attention should be focused on Fox.

The slight moment of distraction allowed Whitney to push Teresa off her and stumble to her feet.

"I want her arrested for assault," she yelled when she had regained her equilibrium. "She tried to kill me," she added in a whiny voice when no one paid her the slightest mind.

"With just cause," Ivy murmured under her breath. "Julian go get Teresa a bag of ice while I take Whitney to a nurse so she can get patched up," she instructed her husband and Julian winked at Teresa before hastily turning to do as he had been bidden.

"Teresa, Fox is in room 204," Ivy added as she prodded Whitney, none too gently towards the nurse's station.

"You bitch, you won't get away with this," Whitney shouted back but Teresa ignored her hysterics and made her way to Fox's room.

"Oh baby," she murmured when she saw Fox lying on the bed, his face purplish and blue and his head swathed in bandages. "Who could have done this to you?" she whispered seating herself next to the bed and laying her head on his chest.

"Fox, I can't lose you again...not when we were just about to work things out...please come back to me...please," Teresa pleaded, her eyes overflowing with tears. "I need you so much Fox, if you die my life will be so empty. Don't leave me alone again. You promised to always be there for me. I can't make it without you," she whispered but Fox's body remained mobile and impassive.

Unwilling to concede defeat Teresa spent the next few hours alternately pleading with Fox to recover and threatening him with mayhem if he failed to do as she ordered. Finally as utter exhaustion overwhelmed her, she sunk into a deep slumber and only the pressure of a hand at her backside awakened her.

"Fox?" she murmured disoriented but glancing up at the furious face of her lover, Teresa felt her face pale.

"Nick," she rasped.

"The plan failed Alistair, Teresa didn't believe me when I claimed to be Fox's fiancée and after demonstrating her point by beating the shit out of me, your dear daughter in law escorted me to a nurse's station and warned me not to approach Fox's room again. Now what do I do?" Whitney whined nervously and Alistair let out a frustrated sigh.

Nothing had been working in his favor lately and that made him very nervous.

Pouring himself a snifter of whiskey he swallowed the fiery liquid in an attempt to control his nerves. His instincts were shouting that things were going to get worse for him before they got better and he hated feeling trapped.

"I won't let that little slut win. Fox is destined for finer things and Tacosita is an impediment to my future plans. And if she won't be manipulated into doing what I want then I will have to use brute force. But one way or another I'm going to get what I want. Alistair Crane never loses," he murmured fiercely, nearly crushing the glass from the force of his hatred towards Teresa.

She was the only Lopez-Fitzgerald who refused to cower in front of him and her pride alone had won his antipathy and dislike. But when she had sunk her claws into Foxworth and the boy had begun to defy him that had been intolerable. And so he had set out to destroy the object of his wrath. First by having Whitney manipulate Teresa into believing Fox had cheated on her and then by ordering Sam to rape her. But if the little bitch wanted to play hardball, he had another ace up his sleeve. And her name was Cody.