Deep Domination (Bought by the Billionaire #2) (13 page)

She glanced down at her plate, cutting a slice of grilled zucchini in half. “Quiet. My sister did the talking for both of us. She was a natural leader and I was happy to follow. I guess I’ve always had that side of me. The part that prefers to let someone else lead.” She glanced up at him through her lashes, as she added, “Though I can’t say following my sister’s charted course was always enjoyable.”

He cocked his head, seemingly interested though his gaze was more guarded than it had been a moment before. “And why’s that?”

“I got hurt a lot when I was following her orders,” she said. “When I was younger I assumed she didn’t think far enough ahead to realize the potentially dangerous consequences of her actions. But as we got older, I realized she just didn’t care.”

She lifted a shoulder as she reached for her glass of champagne, needing a little liquid courage as she skated closer to the truth. “I mean, I had it better than the friends or boyfriends who got in her way, but she was only protective of me to a point. After that, I was on my own.”

“And where is she now? Still out there somewhere causing trouble?”

“She’s dead.” Hannah studied his expression, but his gentle nod gave nothing away.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I hear losing family can be hard.”

“It is,” she said, her tongue slipping out to dampen her lips. “It’s even harder when they leave unfinished business behind. Messes you’re left with that you can barely understand, let alone know how to clean up.”

His brows drew together, but before he could respond something buzzed in his lap. He shifted his weight, pulling a cell from his front pocket and glancing quickly at the screen before he pushed his chair away from the table. “Excuse me, I have to take this. Business. But keep eating, no sense in both our dinners getting cold.”

“Of course,” Hannah said, heart thudding in her ears with a mixture of frustration and relief as Jackson disappeared though the doors leading into the dining room. She heard him say hello, but his next words faded away as he retreated deeper into the house.

Adrenaline pumped through her system, making her hands shake as she set her silverware down beside her plate. For a second, she’d thought he was about to put the pieces together, and a new fear had sliced through her head like a laser.

What if he didn’t believe she was telling the truth about being Harley’s identical twin? Considering everything he’d been through, he might be more inclined to think her “explanation” was just another lie. And how on earth would she prove otherwise? She had no pictures of her and Harley together, no birth certificate except the forgery she’d brought with her to Tahiti.

And what would he do to her then? When he was certain he couldn’t trust a word out of her mouth?

She sensed it would be bad, and that she would suffer more for having made her way past his first line of defenses. He’d let her in today, more than he ever had before. If she betrayed what little trust he’d given her, he would make sure she suffered for it.

She had to make a decision. Right now. She might not get another chance to exercise her free will before Jackson took it away from her again.

As if summoned by her fearful thoughts, she caught sight of Adam on the far side of the lawn, emerging from one of the small huts she guessed were the servant’s quarters. He had a phone pressed to his ear and was carrying a hefty kennel, the kind used for Labrador Retrievers or other large dogs.

But there were no large dogs on this island, no dogs at all as far as she knew. And certainly no reason for Adam to be carrying that kennel around to the back of the house—to where she had slept since she arrived on the island—except one.

The cage was for her.

For some reason—whether it was to be part of her and Jackson’s “play” or something more serious—that cage was being taken to her room. Jackson didn’t know that she suffered from claustrophobia and might not care if he did. It would all depend on whether she was speaking to kind Jackson or heartless Jackson and there were no guarantees which she would get.

They had no safe word, no contract drawn up to encourage him to respect her limits, and the man had contradicted himself more than once when it came to what she could expect if she resisted his control.

Once, he’d threatened to send her home on the next plane without another penny. But before that, he’d threatened to make her suffer if she tried to run. And why would he make a threat like that if he was truly willing to set her free?

It was suddenly starkly clear that she should be worrying far less about whether Jackson would believe her story and far more about whether she believed his.

The difference in focus could mean much more than the loss of a lover; it could mean the difference between life and death.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Jackson

Hiro’s call came at the perfect time. Jackson needed a moment to clear his thoughts and refocus his intentions. He’d known Harley would be beautiful in that dress, but he hadn’t been prepared for the sucker punch of desire that had nearly leveled him when he’d turned to see her standing next to him, looking up into his eyes like all she wanted in the world was to rewind the clock and go back to when they first met.

To go back and make things better, to give them a shot at having more than some intense hate fucking on the way to hell and back.

She’d taken his breath away. He’d wanted to take her right there on the lanai, shove her dress up and rip her panties down and fuck her from behind with the wind blowing that dress around their joined bodies as he made her come, screaming his name loud enough for the servants to hear. He wanted to fuck her until there were no more lies left between them, just the truth of how hot they were together, electric like nothing he’d ever known.

But instead, he’d forced himself to sit down and get something in his stomach before things got ugly.

And things were going to get ugly, he had no doubt about that. Nothing Hiro might have managed to learn in the past week would change that.

Jackson and Harley were on a collision course. The crash was inevitable. The only question that remained was whether there would be anything worth salvaging among the wreckage when it was over.

“All right, talk,” Jackson said, closing the door to his bedroom behind him. His room wasn’t as large as Harley’s, but it was big enough to provide plenty of room to pace while Hiro filled him in on the fruits of his first week of spying.

“Sibyl is very reluctant to talk about Hannah or the rest of the family, and shuts down whenever I push the subject,” Hiro said. “I can’t be certain, but I believe they’ve suffered a great loss and may even be in hiding from people who wish them ill.”

Jackson’s brows drew together, but he supposed it wasn’t such a strange thing to hear. He might not be the only former victim of Harley’s out looking for revenge.

“What else?” he demanded.

“Sibyl has nightmares,” the pearl farmer said, affection and pity clear in his voice. “Her medications make it difficult for her to come fully awake during the night and leave the nightmares behind. She’s called out several names during her sleep, but so far nothing that would aid in the discovery of another last name. If there is one.”

“There is one, I’m certain of it,” Jackson said, pacing back toward the bedroom door. “Is there anything else or should I look for someone who will make sure I get what I pay for.”

“Don’t send anyone else,” Hiro said, pitch rising. “I’m making progress, I just need more time. I found a letter Hannah wrote as a child and an old photograph yesterday. I took pictures of them with my phone so I could send them to you. There may be more keepsakes that will offer clues, but Sibyl woke up from her nap before I could find them.”

Jackson fought the urge to curse. It wasn’t Hiro’s fault. He’d had private detectives on retainer who had found out less than the farmer had. Sibyl was every bit as secretive and mysterious as her niece. “Fine, send me the images and look harder this week. I’ll have Adam make a deposit to your account.”

“I don’t need the deposit,” Hiro said, cutting in before Jackson could hang up on him. “I’ll help so that you won’t have to hire some stranger to bother Sibyl, but I don’t want any more of your money. I don’t want to have that hanging over my head. She means something to me.”

“Congratulations,” Jackson said, but his sneer wasn’t as pronounced as it would have been a week ago.

All the more reason to finish this call and get back to Harley. He had to know if she was making a fool of him all over again or if there was something real growing between them, no matter how twisted its origins or tangled its roots.

Jackson ended the call with Hiro and waited for the text to come through—wanting to review all the information before he returned to Harley—but he didn’t expect a child’s letter or the picture to offer any real insight. It wasn’t until the image flashed onto his screen that he realized what was wrong about Hiro discovering a letter “Hannah” had written when she was a child.

There was no Hannah, not until six years ago when Harley Garrett became Hannah North.

Or at least that’s what he’d thought…

He gazed down at the faded picture of the two little girls in front of a sparkling lake, his stomach turning as the truth of what he was seeing penetrated.

The brown-haired, ponytailed girls were maybe ten or eleven years old. The slightly smaller, skinnier one stood with her foot propped up on a beached canoe and her hands fisted on her hips, silently daring the world to prove she wasn’t the master of all she surveyed. The more solid of the two, stood slightly back from her sister, watching her other half with a big grin on her face. She was so caught up in enjoying whatever joke had just been told that she didn’t seem to notice the camera, which only made the image more poignant.

Both of the girls were lovely—mirror images so alike he doubted their own mother could tell them apart without looking very closely—but the second girl’s smile made her loveliness something more. Something sweet and touching and terribly familiar.

He’d seen the same smile beaming up at him for half the hike this afternoon.

A moment later, a shot of the back of the photo came through with “Harley and Hannah Grade 5” scrawled in looping script, but by that point he’d already sorted out the truth.

Harley had a twin sister. A twin.

And Jackson had most likely spent the past week alternatively tormenting and fucking the wrong woman.

A thousand questions dumped into his head all at once—Why had she lied? Why had she allowed things to go so far? Was she protecting Harley? Was Harley even still alive?

Or had the past five years been a wild goose chase that ended now, with him realizing he’d committed the same sin he’d hated Harley for?

Had he been punishing an innocent woman for a crime she didn’t commit?

No one is innocent.

But looking at that little girl’s smile the words didn’t feel as true as they did even a week ago.

He didn’t take the time to read the letter scrawled in a child’s handwriting that appeared on the screen after the front and back of the photo. He turned and stalked across the room, hurried through the open living area where the softly whirring fans above his head seemed to mock him for being a fucking fool, and took the five steps up into the dining room at a run.

But when he stepped out onto the lanai, Harley—Hannah’s?—chair was empty and her napkin blowing across the wooden planks in the ocean breeze.

She was gone.

But she wouldn’t get far.

Pulse leaping in his throat, Jackson jabbed Adam’s contact profile on his phone, issuing orders the moment the other man picked up. “Our guest decided to make a break for her freedom while I was inside taking a phone call. She doesn’t have more than a ten-minute head start. Fetch the gardener and start looking down toward the beach. I’ll check the road back toward town.”

“Yes, sir,” Adam said, hanging up without bothering to say goodbye.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Jackson turned and started walking up the road toward town, carefully scanning the ground for signs of which way his prey had run.

He was going to find her, and then, one way or another, he was going to force the truth out of her pretty mouth and find out everything she’d been hiding.

To be continued…

Jackson and Hannah’s story continues in DESPERATE DOMINATION

releasing in July 2015.

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Acknowledgements

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