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Darcy and George

2021 – Caribbean island

William Darcy was coming to meet George's girlfriend, the one he swore to be the love of his life. She had been a young intern when he met her, and according to George, she was not only a genius but a beauty. He wanted William to validate his choice.

At the last minute, Charles and his sisters begged him to let them come along, it was cold and boring in London, and after Covid, they were ready for more. When they landed, George was already in the house. William changed his clothes, wore swimming shorts, a t-shirt, and a cap, all with sun protection since his skin burned easily, and put on his sunglasses.

Predictably, Caroline came out nearly naked, and he tried to ignore her. Her starved body did nothing for him. Unfortunately, she wouldn't give it a rest, making him wish they hadn't come. Caroline had tried everything to get into his bed since he hired and friended Charles, who had gone to his Alma Mater, Cambridge. She had even tried to make him jealous of George and his cousins who rejected her; whatever, he thought, annoyed. He heard laughter by the pool and went to meet George.

He froze at the door. A vision of beauty was coming out of the pool; she was tall, with long legs, lean but well-toned, hair to her mid-back, a small bun keeping the hair off her face, and big curls the color of brass and lighter streaks dripping water. Her exotic features and a unique medallion made her look like the warrior princess in the game he liked to play during his time off. Looking at her beautiful golden body made him glad for the baggy swimming suit and the long shirt. He was hard at once, throbbing; his mouth was dry. Desire made it hard to breathe. George sat by the edge of the pool, talking to his girlfriend. "William, my brother, so glad you came. Good to see you," he stood up quickly when he saw William, who could barely talk.

Caroline, right behind Darcy, sneered at the "my brother," George was a fake. A fake who had rejected her.

"Lizzie, my love, come here. This is William, my foster brother. Finally, the two most important people in my life meet." George called Lizzie and wrapped his arm around her waist possessively. They made a beautiful couple, without a doubt. William's heart cringed with jealousy.

After introductions, William was still to find his voice and had barely uttered a word. When he shook her hand, the visions of what he wanted began to flood his mind at once, living it…I pull her into my arms and kiss her until I cannot breathe. I taste her mouth until I have my fill. I trace her body with my mouth, drying the water with my tongue, tasting her from her neck down, stopping at her breasts and sucking lightly… My hand is moving lower, caressing her soft skin towards her…He stopped before he moaned while a current of desire ran thru his body. His nostrils flared, clearly aroused. He was out of it, feeling like he had taken drugs, so he shook his head, trying to clear it.

William's hands were itching to touch her. He wiped his lip with his right hand to breathe her scent, making it all together worse. Everyone disappeared but for Elizabeth and him.

Caroline was irate recognizing William's feelings for a nobody. So over made-up, Caroline walked straight to George. She kissed his cheeks, rubbing her body against him. George laughed and pushed her away. "Behave." William saw Elizabeth's hurt look and wanted to tell Caroline to leave his home. She and her sister were obnoxious and rude to Lizzie, making fun of her 'cheap' swimming suit and asking her where she bought it. They also laughed about her yellow and green nail polish, loud enough for everyone to hear. He wanted to scare them out of their wits, but it was not a good idea, or maybe, hmm, perhaps, lighting would hit both of them.

When Elizabeth sat on George's lap, jealousy made him ache inside. What was happening to him? It was as if he had waited for her all his life, but George found her first. The day was a disaster looking at George touching her. My Elizabeth, she should be mine. William wanted to pull her away from George and take her to a place where George wouldn't find her. He knew he was being irrational.

When they went surfing, the men and Elizabeth, odd memories came to him. In the memories, Elizabeth was wearing strange clothes, flying on a board while he chased her, and both laughed. Probably, something he saw in one of his games.

That night, Lizzie was late getting to the club because of a conference call about a patient. William wanted to ask her to dance, to have the chance to touch her. While they waited for her, George picked up a woman who kept looking at them. When William went to the terrace to get some air and to escape Caroline, he saw George kissing the woman with his hands under her short dress. He recognized the woman, someone who had worked at the riding stables, Ms. Younge, Georgiana's instructor. She had been fired over, not sure; he couldn't remember. George had brought her along, so it seemed. William growled, angry with George.

William called his name, and George let go of the woman. William was furious and started fighting, asking George what was wrong with him. William was already angry at his flirting with Georgiana, though Richard suspected it was more than that. He told George that cheating on his girlfriend, soon to be his fiancé, and bringing the lover along, was less than optimal and disgraceful. That was what Elizabeth came, on time to hear them fighting. George seized the chance to walk away from William.

The entire night, William wore his dark glasses to stare at her. It was best for other reasons. He felt unstable, not in control. Once again, he admired her in her short dress, showing her bare back and her shoulders. He could also see the sides of her breasts. She wore modern chunky sandals instead of high heels. When Caroline made a snide remark about the shoes, Elizabeth explained she wanted to dance, "I don't want to risk a knee or an ankle injury. "I should know since several of my patients were injured while dancing in high heels." Elizabeth sounded annoyed at their snickers.

"Ah, you are a therapist, massaging feet?" Caroline wrinkled her nose in disgust.

George answered, "No, she is an excellent Orthopedic Surgeon, highly sought after."

When the Bingley sisters exploded in laughter, not believing George, William wanted them gone. He was losing his patience. Twice he had to push Caroline's hand moving up his thigh. What was wrong with her? He leaned and whispered to Caroline, "Cut it out right now; I don't want. Don't touch me." With those words, he stood to sit by Charles.

Elizabeth looked very young with little makeup; William thought she looked perfect. When Caroline laughed with Louisa at Lizzie's clothes after the shoes, William told her to shut up, making Caroline look at Lizzie with hatred. By the night's end, William Darcy, the bachelor so many wanted, knew he had found the one for him; too bad she was George's. He couldn't stand seeing how shabby he treated Elizabeth, who should be treated like one who deserved much better. George stood to dance with Caroline, and to his credit, he ignored Ms. Younge when she stood to dance next to him.

The Bingley proved to be a big error. Charles said Lizzie looked like a good shag; he said he would try for her when George was having fun elsewhere. William said to respect her, and soon she would be his sister. Charles laughed, thinking it was a joke. When Charles asked her to dance, she said she was tired.

Since that day, William kept his distance from Charles and his sisters. Charles was a good friend, but he did whatever his sisters wished. His associates, the Hurst cousins, were 100% right. Reggie Hurst and his cousins said the sisters were toxic. He should know. He had been married to Louisa. He had to go into a clinic after he left her. Too bad that Charles worked for him, and he had to see Caroline too often since Charles' office was in the executive wing and Caroline was his PA. He intended to change that in the near future.

William already had an investigator keeping an eye on George. It was Richard's idea, thinking he might be seeing Georgiana. But he found out about all the women George saw whenever he wasn't with Elizabeth. William met with George to tell him to treat Elizabeth right or let someone else have her. He told him she would leave him if she knew, and he would never find another like her. George laughed and said she would never find out. Besides, she was crazy about him, and she would forgive him. He called William old-fashioned and uptight and to relax.

Meanwhile, William learned all he could about Elizabeth. He had his PA, Ms. Reynolds research the media and find what she could. After all, Elizabeth would be his family, he justified it his actions. He saw many pictures and short videos of her life. Maybe he shouldn't have because he knew she was for him, and the more he found out, the worse it was. He was lost, drinking too much and often sinking into despair.

Whenever he went to Pemberley, now a resort, he would ride his horse to a place only known to them; he wasn't sure why, but it reminded him of her. One day very drunk, he screamed, calling her until he was hoarse. His life was falling apart. He fell on his knees, crying and asking for help.

He had learned much from his aunt Catherine who raised them; they all had, but George. Aunt Catherine didn't teach him everything because George wasn't interested, although they were much more than they appeared to be. William went into the secret room in the family area. His father found it before the tragedy, and built a vault to restrict the access. He took a medallion out from the glass cases. He had remembered right, it looked exactly like the one Elizabeth wore. Whenever he touched it, he could feel it vibrate; it didn't before.

He called George to meet. William asked him if he knew where did she get her medallion. George wasn't certain, but he said her sisters had similar ones, and Elizabeth never took it off, never; "Not even when we are together," he winked at William, whose insides churned with jealousy. He understood that George meant when he was in bed with Elizabeth.

William wrote notes about his findings, keeping them on his desk. He liked handwriting and deemed it more private. He connected his notebook and tablet to an ultra-secure private WiFi, designed by the Chief Officer of their technology division, Richard Fitzwilliams. But each one of them used paper and ink for personal matters; they had their reasons why.

George continued seeing other women, and nothing changed. Finally, William called him to his office in London. He wanted to tell George about his plans when he was back from a business trip. "I want to be upfront; Elizabeth will learn what you are doing. It is not only reckless, but you might make her sick. I know, as you have often told me, you don't use conventional protection, most of the time, when you have sex. I know why, but we know it is not 100% effective."

George laughed, "It is. I know that for sure. I have scientific proof, but you are wrong. I am not reckless with my Lizzie. Besides, she demands protection. Not that is any of your business." George's mien changed from friendly to defensive. He was ready to fight if necessary; William wasn't going to tell him how to live.

William ignored him. He sat back and sipped herbal tea to calm his mounting anger. This was the George he disliked, irresponsible, unaccountable, and unwilling to admit he was wrong. William tried again, "George, Elizabeth," he was interrupted.

"Lizzie, her name is Lizzie. You cannot even use the name she likes. She will be family. No need to be proper," George smiled nastily. "When she was talking to one of her sisters, I heard her calling you 'the snob.' Learn to relax once in a while." George meant to hurt William; he was good at that.

William ignored him, but it stung. He had been called arrogant, classist, and much more; maybe he was. However, he wasn't one for small talk, and George knew William was awkward around strangers. William corrected himself, without taking the bait to defend himself, "Lizzie is not one of your conquests and doesn't deserve it. You found a jewel and lost your chance to keep it. You should be aware that I am planning to see Lizzie; I want to know her better. I intend to marry her, so I will try to convince her to be my wife. I will treasure her."

George shook his head in disbelief. He had not seen that coming. William only had friends he considered his equals, and he was a cold fish. He was shocked, momentarily.

William also told George to change for his own sake and to seek therapy before he destroyed his life. He had consulted a psychiatrist, who thought George had an addictive personality and sex was one of his addictions. William repeated that assessment during their fight. He also told him Georgiana was off limits. Georgiana should be a sign that something was wrong with him, and to seek help before it was too late.

George started screaming ugly, hurtful accusations and paced the room like a caged tiger. He picked up an expensive vase and flung it at a wall, breaking it into pieces. William didn't even blink, refusing to engage in a physical fight. His PA, Ms. Reynolds, closed the doors to the suite quickly. She stopped the guards from coming in. But someone heard them fighting and waited for George by his car. George was angry with William, so he listened and later wished he hadn't. William talked to Richard that same day and told him what he planned to do and what had transpired earlier. Richard, happy for him, decided not to say to him the new information he had. He later regretted it, thinking it could have saved William.

A few days later, as planned, William went to visit a construction project in support of the coming World Cup. The night before, knowing his schedule, someone hid an explosive device to make it look like a terrorist attack. William had just arrived in his private jet and wanted to stop briefly before going to the place where he was staying. He often did that. He was carrying the crossover bag he took everywhere, not wanting to leave it in a hired limo since it contained personal things and his mobile devices. He asked his bodyguards to stay in the car. No need to accompany him, it was only for a couple of minutes.

He started to greet the ones waiting for him when an explosion blew up the area where he stood. Immediately before, a woman with white-blond hair, dressed like a game character, held his hand, "Now, follow me." He heard the explosion at the same time, and all went black.

1812- Pemberley

When Lizzie started to lift her arms, William's control waned and he moved to her side to hold her. She kneeled with him, wanting his body against hers. She pressed her hips against his and moaned, liking how it felt. They sought their mouths a the same time. Lizzie went back to the time they kissed at Charlotte's home, know8ng she never felt such desire with George. Lizzie had yet to realize she integrated the two sets of memories, seamlessly.

She help him with her gown, since she couldn't wait to be naked in his arms. Her sex ached with only a kiss, she wanted him. His hands ran up and down her back, his body pressing against hers. She was doing the same.

Her skin was as soft as silk, and she smelled so good. He remembered shaking her hand by a pool, not a Roman bath. It was the same scent. The memory wasn't hazy, he also remembered there was a secret room in Pemberley. No time to think.

a/n Don't assume. soon more.