The Boss's Love (8 page)

             
"Yes, I understand. It will never happen again,” Diane conceded.

             
Pacified, Darren nodded, turned and stalked back into their parents' house with Derrick right behind him. Diane sunk onto the lounger and sobbed into her hands. She had pissed off her brothers so wretchedly they had to threaten her life. Lesson learned. 

Courtney

             
Young girls dream of the wedding Courtney was center of attention. Treated like royalty the entire day, her newlywed husband made certain his girl would look back on the day years later and relish the memories. A traditional church ceremony that lasted forty-five minutes, with all six hundred people in attendance preceded the largest reception the banquet hall had held in the history of the building. Both Darren and Derrick looked devastatingly handsome in their black
Tom Ford
tuxedos. They looked so alike standing next to each other you would have thought they were twins.

When Courtney and Darren recited their vows the personally wrote, both their mothers broke down in quiet sobs.
Courtney, herself, cried throughout the ceremony when they exchanged the rings and vows. The platinum band set Darren placed on her ring finger took up almost the entire finger below her knuckle. Clearly he was tagging her. Courtney’s ring for Darren was a plain platinum wedding band engraved on the inside to let him know that her heart belonged to him. He vowed never to take off that ring. Ever. 

Throughout the reception, pe
ople she’d never met approached and congratulated her with compliments on the ceremony, reception, and how beautiful a bride she made. Then they would hand her thick, sealed envelopes. She sociably thanked every single person for attending the wedding but knew she’d never remember their names. She hoped she didn’t run into them on the street alone some day and inadvertently insult them.

Carl shadowed her the entire wedding,
gently taking charge of the envelopes, undoubtedly keeping guard of the money. She assumed that was Darren’s doing. Why the people didn't put the money in the wishing well she had no idea? That enormous piece of architecture would be difficult for someone to sneak off with.   

             
After the reception, Derrick, Jack, and Carl escorted the newlyweds to the airport where they left for their two-week honeymoon in Hawaii. Derrick assured Darren he’d look after business while they were gone and would not disturb him unless it was of dire importance. In a private moment between them, Derrick kissed Courtney before they parted, vowing his love and undying devotion to her. For some reason, she got the impression that moment meant much more to her husband and his brother than she comprehended.  

             
Their honeymoon was pure paradise. They spent two weeks sunbathing, sightseeing, and making love without a care or thought of the outside world. Darren spoiled her with room service, gifts, and made certain she received the full honeymoon experience. It was a dream come true.

Unfortunately, when they returned s
he was hit with a room full of gifts and thank you notes that needed tackled. Thank goodness Derrick offered his secretary to help. 

             
Upon their return, Darren immediately approached the subject of starting a family. Once again, she put her foot down about not being ready yet. The same conversation had occurred not that long ago and she was growing tired of repeating herself.    

             
"Darren, I'm not saying no. I'm saying not yet. I don't think I could be a good mother right now," she explained.

             
"That's ridiculous, Court. You would make an excellent mother," he shot back. 

             
"No, I wouldn't. I don't really like kids and I don't have the patience for them. Not only that, I have my career," she said.

             
He slammed his coffee cup down on the kitchen island and stared at his wife in disbelief. "Did you just say you don't like children?"

             
"Okay, I was being overdramatic, but I'm not ready." She rolled her eyes.

             
"Quit being overdramatic about children, Courtney. You know I want children. You've known this since the beginning. I haven't been shy about what I want," he warned, getting testy. 

             
"I know, honey. Like I said, I'm not saying no to ever having children. Let's just take some time and enjoy our honeymoon stage. We just got married," she said, hoping he’d listen to reason.

             
He sighed in resignation. "Okay, how about if we wait one year and then open this for serious discussion then?"

             
Of course he would try to negotiate with her. The conversation needed to end or else they might spend all day arguing. One way to stop this.

             
"Okay, we'll discuss it in a year," she agreed. 

             
He narrowed his eyes and pegged her with his forefinger. "Don't think for one minute that when a year rolls around you're going to put me off for another year, Courtney Murphy. I know you better than that. You are not getting this one over on me." 

             
She smiled wickedly. "I could get one onto you." 

             
Shock crossed his handsome features, especially when she exaggeratedly swung her hips around the island towards him and went straight for the button on his pants. "I've had enough of baby talk for one day. I want something and only you can help me out right now."

             
She innocently batted her eyelashes.

             
A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he tossed her onto the island and laid her back to devour her body. It was a good thing they were alone because the scene they created in that kitchen was not meant for anyone else's eyes.

***             

              Seven in the morning and Courtney felt like shit. She woke up to the alarm not feeling well but seemed to get worse as she got ready for work. She was about to climb into the shower when her stomach rolled on her. Throwing herself over the toilet, she vomited last night’s dinner and kept at it until her stomach was entirely empty.

After she
had finished retching, she remained on the bathroom floor to try and get her bearings. She felt clammy, sick to her stomach, and was positive she had a fever. Food poisoning. It had to have been the Thai Darren brought home last night. She’d never been a fan of it but had been starving so she wolfed it down. Now she was paying the price.

She
desperately wanted to stay in bed but was unable to call in sick. She had no choice but to force herself to get up.

             
After a long, hot shower, Courtney dressed in her gray business suit but had little energy to put on even a small amount of makeup. She was already fair skinned but with no makeup, she looked downright ill. Of course, that could be because she was sick.

She trudged downstairs to the kitchen to get a
bottle of water. When she took one step into the room, the smell of onions and peppers assaulted her and went straight to her stomach. Her stomach cramped and convulsed against the vile smell. She darted to the half bathroom off the living room and vomited. Again.

Darren

              Darren hadn’t noticed Courtney walk into the kitchen but the sounds of her vomiting echoed throughout the house. He darted to the bathroom to find his wife tossed over the toilet bowl. "Courtney, honey, you're sick." 

             
"No shit," she mumbled sourly, her head still in the toilet.

             
He stood upright, taken aback by her tone.
How did he handle this?   

             
"I'm sorry, Darren. I don't feel well," she said and looked up at him. Tears formed in her eyes. She was
not
in good shape. 

             
Quickly he reached under the sink, pulled out a washcloth, then ran it under cold water. He bent down and gently wiped her face.

             
"Maybe you should call in sick today, sweetheart," he said concerned. 

             
Courtney never got sick. No matter what time of year, her hearty immune system kept her healthy. Darren considered the illness likely resulted from an outing on a friend's yacht a couple nights ago. Unexpectedly during the short cruise the temperature had dropped. She had worn a spaghetti strap cocktail dress but forgot to bring a sweater. By the time she found him to snag his jacket off his back, she’d been on the top deck in the cool night breeze for a good half an hour. Her skin had felt like ice when Darren wrapped her in his suit jacket. 

             
"I can't, you know I have two closings," she said. She closed her eyes while he gently ran the washcloth over her sickly features.

             
"Then try and finish as soon as you can and come straight home. I'll cancel my plans to take care of you," he said. He leaned down to kiss her forehead.

             
"Okay," she conceded. A rarity for her.

             
"Let me help you up. Do you want Jack to drive you?" he asked. "Maybe you should in case you get sick while on the road." 

             
"No, just in case I have to pull over I don't want to have to wait for him to find a place," she said, her voice weak.

             
"Okay, but if you feel you can't drive call me and I'll send him to pick you up. Don't worry about the car," he insisted.

             
"Okay, thank you," she said. She took his hand to help her off the ceramic tile floor.

             
"Oh, baby, I hate to see you so sick," Darren admitted. It pained him to see his girl not well.

             
"I'm going to go brush my teeth again," she said. She left the bathroom and headed upstairs. 

***

              Once Courtney left, Darren finished breakfast while Jack and Carl hovered. Their concern was palpable.

             
"Will she be alright? Do you want me to pick her up?" Jack asked.

             
"I may have you do that depending on when she calls," Darren said. "We need to free up my schedule so I can be home with her." 

             
No one said anything while Darren fussed about. He mumbled incoherently to himself, distracted, when he suddenly stopped. Realization hit him. He bolted upstairs to the bathroom and threw open the medicine cabinet. He yanked down Courtney's supply of birth control pills and counted. Three months of the pills had been used. She was pregnant. That had to be it. He managed to impregnate her. His plan had worked brilliantly. He just had to make certain she never found out his scheme. No matter what, Courtney would now be tied to him permanently.

***

Courtney

             
After she finished her two closings, Courtney laid her head down on her desk and was about to fall asleep when Jackie, her good friend and fellow realtor, approached.  

             
"Courtney, honey, go home. You're too ill," she said. 

             
"I will. I'm just trying to get up the strength," she whispered.

             
Jackie studied her for a moment. "How long have you been feeling this way, honey?"

             
"Since this morning."

             
"Suddenly?"

             
"Yes."

             
"Could you be pregnant?" Jackie asked.

             
"I'm on the pill." 

             
Jackie shook her head. "Doesn't matter. There's still a chance. I’ll go across the street and get a test just to make sure."

             
"I can't believe that I am," she said, dismissing the idea. "I think it's from dinner last night."

             
"Let's be sure. I'll be right back," Jackie insisted. 

             
She leaned back in her chair and watched Jackie scurry out of the office. There was no possible way she could be pregnant. That thought alone made her ill. She felt she was nowhere near ready to be a mother. She didn't have the mother gene. At least that is what she kept telling herself every time Darren broached the subject. Darren's desperation to start a family was no secret. A part of her thought the reason he wanted her pregnant was to solidify her tie to him indelibly. Her husband tended to be a bit possessive.

             
Ten minutes later Jackie rushed back into the office and shoved the test at her. Courtney decided to take it to make her girlfriend happy.