Secrets Chapter 10

Brooke walked toward the beautiful ocean that lay before her. Although people were lounging, swimming and participating in other water sports, she still found the beach peaceful. Brooke scanned the beach for her sexy husband. He had wanted to Jet Ski; Brooke had wanted to lounge on the beach, so she sent him on his way. Wearing a low cut black string bikini and matching sarong, Brooke was a more than beautiful that beautiful afternoon.

"Brooke Forrester." Wolfe said to himself as he looked out of his high tech binoculars at Brooke who was heading across the beach Alex had said that Brooke was pregnant, but looking at her in that sexy bikini that left hardly anything to his imagination, she didn’t look like she was carrying a baby. She did however look extremely beautiful standing on the beach looking at her husband. He wasn’t the only one looking at Brooke, a few men and even a couple of women stared at her. She not only had an amazing body but she had a smile that seemed to light up her beautiful face. Wolfe knew why Mark had wanted to stand watch over the blond beauty if possible. Quinn had relieved him at Sonny’s stating that it was time that he allow someone else to watch the slimy bastard. At this moment, Mark had already made contact with the husband, Thorne. Wolfe scanned the beach where Mark and Thorne were getting off the Jet skis. Earlier while looking at the speedboats, Mark "ran" into Thorne and struck up a conversation with him. Wolfe pulled a long piece of his hair back into his ponytail while he watched Thorne and Mark. The two men looked like almost a pair of perfect male models or men on Baywatch, both wore tight Speedo like bathing suits, which displayed a great deal of their buffed bodies and washboard stomachs. Thorne wore a black pair while Mark wore red; they both attracted a great deal of the scantily clad women on the beach. It also seemed that Thorne had the same charm that Mark did. Mark was the ladies man of the group although Quinn was most likely one before he married Jazz. Not that him being married didn’t stop the women of all colors and nationalizations coming on to Quinn, Wolfe suspected that him being married made the women want him even more, but it didn’t matter, Quinn would never look at another woman, it wasn’t his style besides, Jazz would kill Quinn; Jazz didn’t take shit off of anyone. Jasmine was a beautiful secure woman whom Wolfe had a great deal of respect for, he affectionately called her Jazz. Quinn was indeed lucky to find love.

Bridget threw up once again in the toilet for the third time that morning. She took a moment to catch her breath before she used some mouthwash to rinse the taste of bile out of her mouth. She leaned over the bathroom sink trying stabilizing herself.

" What in the hell is wrong with you?" Bridget turned to find her brother looking like something the cat dragged in.

" You don’t look so hot yourself." Bridget turned back to the sink.

" Seriously Budge…don’t tell me that you have a hangover too."

" No, I don’t." Bridget shook her head. " You shouldn’t have a hangover. Did you tell mom that you were going to stop drinking."

" Not you too."

" Rick, I’m worried about you."

" You shouldn’t be."

Bridget pulled her hair back out of her face. " Listen Rick. Amber isn’t coming back."

" The Hell she is. She took my son! Don’t you think that I’m going to let her or that bastard get away with that?"

"I didn’t say that. But truthfully, she isn’t coming back to you. She made her choice and I don’t think that there isn’t anything you can do about it." Bridget saw the anger and hurt in her brother’s eyes. " I don’t want to hurt you but I think it is time that we all be honest with ourselves, besides, why would you want her back. She has done so many things to you, lied, cheated and who knows what else."

" I married her Bridget. I took vows and I’m going to make her keep her."

" How are you going to do that? You can’t make someone stay with you because you want her."

Rick snorted. " What the hell do you know? You haven’t even had a relationship with anyone. The closest thing that you’ve probably had is a couple of dates with that bastard Deacon. Hell if you’d go out with him, you’d go out with anyone."

Bridget was wounded by her brother’s words. " That is the alcohol talking. I know you don’t mean what you are saying." Bridget reached out toward her brother. " You got to stop doing this to yourself. Amber isn’t worth you destroying yourself."

" Like I said, what do you know about anything? Bridget, little Miss Perfect. You’ve never fu(ked up like me. When you have, you can talk." Rick went storming out of the bathroom not seeing of his words had really hurt his sister. Rick headed down the stairs getting ready to leave when the phone rang, he picked the phone up.

" Hello."

" Yes, may I speak to Brooke Forrester?"

" She isn’t here." Rick was ready to hang up the phone when the man continued.

" I want to leave a message."

" Fine."

" Please let her know that all the paper work is in order and finalized. She and her husband are the now the proud co-owners of The Lair." Rick stop writing.

" The Lair?"

"Yes, let them know that I’ve been contacted by Mr. Sharpe and he is sending someone to pick up his check. I.." Rick hung up the phone. His mother hadn’t told him that she was purchasing the Lair from Deacon. Had she known the entire time?

"Damn it mother, if you have been keeping Amber’s whereabouts." Rick head out the door.

Brooke scanned the beach for her husband and smiled a large smile when she found her husband standing next to a handsome blond man. Both men were laughing and she was on her way over toward them when the conversation of a trio of bikini clad women stopped her.

" My god, take a look hard look at that?" A red head said as she fanned herself.

"Ahh, now that is what I’m talking about." Said the beautiful black woman standing on the right of the redhead.

" God, those rock hard thigh, muscular pecks and washboard abs." The brunette said to Brooke. Brooke noticed that the women were looking at Thorne and the man that he was talking too."

" Sandy..," said the red head. " You know I bet that ain’t the only thing that is hard on them."

" You know it." Said the brunette.

Brooke smiled. " I’m sure that you are right ladies." The women smiled.

" I’ll tell you, I can’t decide which one I like more, the one in the red or the one in the black Speedos."

Brooke looked for a moment. " I like the one in the black Speedos. There is something about him."

" Who are you telling? Although I love my men chocolate…they defiantly aren’t hurting my eyes." Sandy looked at the black woman who had just spoken.

" Well Tasha, it doesn’t matter because the one left is married. Look at his hand."

The red head smiled. " Hell, I don’t care if he is married. I don’t want to marry him, just use him for a couple of hours. He looks like he could go on for hours." Brooke thought about last night, Thorne sure could. " Imagine being under or on top that that body."

" Don’t forget the one in the red Speedo, I’ll take him."

" I’ll take them both. Imagine being in between that sandwich."

" Oh god…talk about orgasmic."

Brooke covered her smile with her hand. " Ladies, the one in the black Speedos is married. What about his wife?"

The red head snorted. " Please, he probably married to a woman who looks like a cow with lots of money." Brooke almost burst out laughing at that comment. At that moment, Thorne noticed Brooke and started to head over toward her.

Tasha smirked. " Looks like beauty in the black is coming over. Too bad he ain’t black and that his is married."

Thorne walked over toward the women and smiled. " Hi ladies." His eyes found Brooke but before he could speak to her, she stopped him with her comment.

" Excuse me but the women and I were just talking about you."

Thorne’s eyes sparkled. " You were?

" Yes.." " We were talking about how sexy you were. We were speculating on your wife. I personally wondered if she were giving it to you, the way that she should." Brooke took her hand and stroked it down Thorne’s muscular chest. The women around Brooke looked as if they would fall over. They waited with anticipation for Thorne’s response.

Thorne tried his best not to laugh, wondering what Brooke was up to. " Well ladies, my wife is a very beautiful woman. But I’d say, I’d like to taste what YOU are offering." He said to Brooke looking at her lips as if they were a last meal.

" Really?"

" Do you think that your husband would mind?" Thorne said sensually.

" I don’t that my husband would at all." Brooke captured Thorne’s head and pulled it down toward her lips. Their lips met in a slow carnal passionate kiss. Thorne’s tongue slipped into Brooke’s mouth tasting and sipping the remits of the sweet Asian pear that she had eaten earlier. His hands cupped her bottom and pulled her body close to his while the women watched in awe and amazement. Tasha’s eyes narrowed for a moment.

" No way." Tasha starting to laugh. " Ladies, SHE is his wife."

Brooke lifted her head from Thorne’s and smiled at the women. " Sorry ladies, but he IS very much so taken and happy." Thorne wrapped his arms around his wife and laughed.

"Sorry ladies, but I am happily married."

Brooke shrugged her shoulders. " Sorry ladies."

The red head shook her head. " No you aren’t." She said playfully.

Brooke and Thorne looked at each other. " You are right," Brooke said. " I’m not sorry. But I have a feeling that you’ve made my husband’s day." Brooke and Thorne walked away from the women.

" What was that all about?"

" Nothing, just female talk. You should have heard what impure thought that they were thinking about."

Thorne took Brooke’s hand while leading her toward the man that he was been talking to. " Honey, I want you to meet someone." Brooke looked at the handsome man and smiled. Mark returned the smile. Damn, he thought she was even more beautiful up front than she had been on the television screen. " Brooke this is Mark."

" It’s nice to meet you. You do know that you are the other man the women over there were talking about." Mark looked at the trio women and winked at them.

" Really…too bad I’m taken."

"Damn straight you are." Alex walked over to them looking amazing halter white bikini that left little to imagination. Mark grinned.

" That’s right sweetheart." Mark kissed Alex passionately in a French kiss. Alex responded to the kiss as part of her cover, but she bit him hard enough to let him know that she didn’t find it amusing to find his tongue in her mouth. Mark quickly took his tongue out of Alex’s mouth and chuckled at her.

" Brooke and Thorne, it is good to see you again. Honey, these are the nice people who let me have breakfast with them when you accidentally took the key to our room."

Thorne laughed. " Small world, huh? I ran into Mark and we ending up Jet skiing together."

" It was a blast Thorne."

" Well, it is certainly good to see that you and Mark are having a good time Alex." Brooke added. " The weather today is so beautiful. Have you too been enjoying yourself."

" Yeah." Mark added. " This had been a blast. I can’t wait to do some surfing later."

"God, Thorne. It seems that you and Mark have so much in common." Brooke stated.

Mark looked at Thorne. " You surf too man?"

" Yeah, I used to do it almost everyday when I lived near the beach."

" The beach! That had to be great. Why in the hell did you move?"

Thorne looked adorningly at his wife. " Let’s just say, that I found something better than the beach to keep me occupied." Thorne put his arms around Brooke and kissed her on the top of her head.

" When Thorne and I got married, he moved to where I was. So, he doesn’t get the chance to get on the beach like he used to. Please take my husband with you when you go surfing later."

Mark looked at Alex and knew that she instinctively was thinking the same thing that he was thinking. This was going to be much easier than he thought. Becoming friendly with the Forresters had been a very good idea. " Well, if you are game Thorne, then I am. I’m going to get everything that I want out of this vacation."

Thorne looked at his wife. " You sure that you don’t mind?"

"Honey, why should I mind. Go and have fun. We will have lunch and do a little shopping and later, after our meeting you can go. Besides, you know that I may need a nap by then." Brooke turned to Alex and Mark. " If you want, we could have lunch together."

" Yeah…that sounds like a plan." Thorne chimed in. " Come on, we’d love to have you."

Alex looked at Mark who shrugged his shoulders. " Sure."

" Okay…we will meet you in our hotel room in about 45 minutes. You remember where it is, don’t you?"

Alex nodded her head. " We sure do. We will see you around 45 minutes." Alex and Mark away hand and hand. When they were out of hearing range they finally talked.

" Talk about easy…if only all of our missions were this easy."

" Don’t get cockily Mark, Sonny hasn’t made a move to get the info from them and until his does they are in danger."

" Still being friendly with them it working like a charm. They are probably the friendliest people that I’ve ever me."

" He loves his wife a lot doesn’t he?’

"Who, Thorne? Hell yes. You should have seen the way that his eyes lit up when he saw her. Hell, she got gusto, you should have seen how well she played those ladies."

" What are you saying? Those bimbos weren’t lining up to have a go at you. Damn Mark, you must be losing your touch."

Mark gave Alex a wiry smile. " Very funny mama. Just for that, you won’t be getting any of the LD tonight."

" The long dick? Now how was I going to get that when Quinn is married and Wolfe will probably strong arm Quinn to watch Sonny tonight."

" Very funny…ha ha." Mark said sarcastically.

Carlos stood in the doorway of Kristen’s office. The last couple of days had been a whirlwind for him. Mathew, his attorney had contacted him finally with the horrible news. It seems that Sofia had never signed the divorce papers under the guise of mental instability but he had never been contacted. The truth of the matter is that he still was married to the crazy bitch. Carlos wasn’t the type of man to disrespect a female, but Sofia was nuts as well as a bitch. Why she was here? She had made it clear that she had no intentions of letting him go, while he had made it clear that he had not intention of staying married to her. Truthfully, the only reason he hadn’t kicked her ass out was a fear that she’d run and tell Kristen that she was his wife. What was he going to do about Kristen? She began to mean the world to him. He had never met anyone like her before, so was so sweet and kind as at times she had even seemed a bit timid. It was refreshing to be with a woman who wasn’t manipulating or scheming. Carlos didn’t want her to know about Sofia but it was time. Kristen bent over her design trying to change the contour of the hemline of her dress when she looked up to find Carlos standing in her doorway. A large smile covered her face as he walked into the room. " Hi there stranger."

Carlos made a beeline for lips and before she could say anything else, he covered her mouth in a passionate kiss. Kristen couldn’t help but to moan and accept the passionate kiss. Finally when it was over and her breath returned to normal, she touched his lips gently. " For a kiss like that, I ought to neglect you a little more often."

" No, Kristen. What ever you do, please don’t do that." Carlos caressed her face. " I’ve missed you."

" I’ve kissed you too. And I’m sorry."

Carlos frowned. " For what?"

Kristen sighed. " I know that I’ve been very busy with Bridget lately and it seemed that we only could see watch other passing in the hallway at work."

" Mia, don’t worry. Your little sister needed you. How could you not be there for her?"

Kristen wrapped her arms around his neck. " Still. I shouldn’t have neglected you."

Carlos kissed the top of her head. " So, how are things with Bridget?"

" Better in some ways." Kristen moved out of his arms and moved the design that she had been working on over. " She told dad that she was pregnant."

" That is good, wasn’t it?"

"Yes, but she hasn’t told him who the father is. In fact, she refuses to do so. Truthfully, I can’t blame her but in the end the truth always comes out. She needs to tell him."

" Kristen, it may take a little time. It is always hard to disappoint the one you love, and your sister loves your father. What about her mother?"

"Brooke and Thorne are still in Monte Carlo. Bridget didn’t want to tell Brooke because she knows that Brooke would drop everything and come running. Bridget doesn’t want that."

" So, you’ve been playing mom, while Brooke has been gone."

"It isn’t that I’ve been playing mom. Bridget and Rick were both growing up when I was living in New York, I just want to make up for it and be there for my little sister and brother. But that doesn’t mean that I should be ignoring you. I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you." Kristen’s hand made their way toward Carlos’s chest. She gently started to caress his sexy chest through the confined of his shirt rubbing against the material. " I think that I can find a way to make it up to you."

Carlos allowed himself to enjoy her hand movements for a moment before he stopped her. He took her hands in his and then lovingly kissed her fingertips. " As much as I’d like you to continue with your administrations we need to stop."

Kristen found the joint of his neck and started to kiss it softly. " Why should we? After all my lock has a door."

" Kristen, what has come over you?" Carlos was an amorous man but for Kristen, this was a little aggressive for her."

"Maybe I missed you. Maybe I want to show you how much I did."

" Ahh honey, I appreciate the gesture but the first time we make love, I want it to special and doing it in your office may be exciting but it wouldn’t be as special as I’d like it."

Kristen took her hands from around Carlos’s neck. " Ohhh." Her cheeks colored with embarrassment. " I guess that you are right."

Kristen moved away but Carlos stopped her with her hand by grasping her shoulder.

" Kristen, I didn’t…"

" Don’t worry, I know what you meant."

"No you don’t."

The buzzer rang. Kristen picked up the phone. " Yes, alright."

" Kristen.."

" We need to go. Charlotte Hunter is here for her private showing."

" Ridge and Eric can handle it."

" Dad isn’t here. So, we have to handle it. Besides, she’ll want to see you. After all a great deal of the designs are yours." Kristen headed to the door.

" Kristen we really have to talk."

" Carlos, we can do it after the showing." Kristen left leaving Carlos upset that he not only turned her down but also that he hadn’t told her about Sophia.

Brooke stood under the hot spray of the shower when she heard the door of the shower open up behind her. She turned smiled when Thorne steeped into the shower behind her. Thorne looked splendid naked with an impressive erection. Brooke shook her head and wiped the water out of her eyes. " Oh..no." She started to back up.

" What?" Thorne grinned. " I’m coming here to help you out." He kissed his wife and took the lufa sponge from her hand. " Come on baby…let me wash you." Thorne took the sponge and traced Brooke’s hardened nipples with it leaving a wet soapy lather on her nipples. Brooke looked down at her nipples. " Oops…look at what I did." Thorne said, not at all ashamed at arousing his wife. " Looks like I’ll have to take care of that. Thorne bent his head down and took one of his wife’s hard nipples into his mouth while his hand caressed her bare stomach. Brooke closed her eyes the warmth suckling mouth at her sensitive nipples for a minute before she pulled away. She gave her husband a flustered look and held up a hand in between their two hot, wet aroused bodies.

" Ohh no."

" Yes."

Brooke laughed. " No Thorne…honey if we start there isn’t any way that we are going to be ready for Alex and Mark. So, as much as I like where this is going…No!"

Thorne looked down at his hard member. " You are going to let me walk around unconformable like this?" Thorne’s hand stroked his member for a moment. He took Brooke’s hand and placed it around his hard aching member. " Baby..it hurts." He said as he nuzzled Brooke’s wet ear. His tongue traced the outer shell sending shivers through her body. " Make it feel better." His mouth found hers while he talked between kisses.

" Come on…baby…I need to be insides of you." Brooke relaxed in her husband’s arms and allowed the kiss to continue. She could hardly get her words out.

" We…can’t be …..late. Her words came out breathy. " Of god, make quick…"

" And hard?"

"**** yes…make it hard." Thorne didn’t wait for the prelimaries as he took his wife’s mouth in an all-consuming passionate kiss. His fingers parted her thighs and delved into her already slick warmth.

" Baby..you are so wet and hot. I need to be inside of you."

" Then do it! Get inside of me now." That was all that Thorne needed. Thorne lifted his wife up against the marbled tile of the shower wall easily. Brooke parted her legs while Thorne fingers moved in and out of her heat as Thorne’s mouth moved toward her breast. Suckling at her breast and with his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb stimulated her nub, Thorne felt the contractions of Brooke’s incoming orgasm.

" Baby…I love with when you come….it makes me so hard." He murmured against her breast. Thorne slipped his fingers out of her and then spread her legs wider. Thorne moved his member toward the portal of her heat and moved deeply inside of her. Brooke moaned and her muscles clenched his aching member. Brooke moaned and wrapped her legs around Thorne’s waist while he held her up moving hard inside of her. Thorne had already been close to shattering but with Brooke’s fingers scoring his back and her clenching heat, it would take no time at all. Brooke’s screams were filling the bathroom.

" That’s it baby…come for me…just like that." Thorne closed his eyes. " Of****….Oh God Brooke!" Brooke’s climax caused his own.

Alex secured the towel that was wrapped around her body and walked into the living room. She watched Wolfe for a moment, out of all the members of her team, he intrigued her the most. He had a way about him, so controlling and quiet it could scare people but not her. Wolfe was sitting looking at the monitors, Brooke and Thorne looked to be having sex within the shower of their bathroom. " I don’t remember Mark putting a camera in their bathroom."

Wolfe looked up at the towel clad Alex. Alex wondered if he was going to say anything, not about the towel because modesty had no real place in their business and they had all seen each other in various forms of undress as well as nude. The wondered what Wolfe would speak because often he didn’t? " The whole suite should be survived, you know that. We aren’t in a position to afford the Forresters any privacy. You know as well as I that ventilation shafts can be compromised. We must have surveillance of them at all times, even times in which they would like privacy." Wolf nodded toward the couple who were enjoying themselves." Alex knew that inheartinly, Wolfe was correct. Where as Mark might watch the Forresters for entertainment, that wasn’t Wolfe’s style.

" I know that they need to be monitored…but I thought that we really didn’t need to see them during their marathon love making sessions."

Wolfe smiled for a moment. " Marathon love making sessions huh? Looks like Mark wasn’t enhancing as usual." Wolfe sighed. " Regardless of how many times they enjoy one another…we have to watch over them. Getting Victor all depends on that bag and them. We’ve waited for years for this and finally we have something that Victor wants."

Alex heard the determination in his voice. " Wolfe, why is catching Victor so important to you?

" The man is a terriost who holds thinks of nothing but his power."

Alex studied Wolfe wanting to see if his face would relieve anything but it didn’t, Wolfe had been playing this game for a long time. Alex sat down next to Wolfe. " There is more to it than that. I’d wish you’d tell me." Wolfe looked into Alex’s cinnamon colored eyes. " There is nothing to tell." He studied the beads of water that clung to her shoulders. " I think that you ought to get dressed."

" I’m not in a rush, the Forresters don’t look to be finished." Wolfe didn’t look at the screen.

" You like them?"

"I know that I shouldn’t. I know that I like him. It is nice to see a man totally devoted to his wife. After reading about Brooke, I had already decided to not to like her but she doesn’t even seem like a woman with a past like hers."

" It doesn’t matter if we like them or not. We have a job and we will do it."

Alex frowned. " I’m always a professional."

" I know that you are." Wolfe’s dark eyes darkened. " I trust in your abilities."

Albert studied the woman sitting across from him. He had heard that Deacon had run off with the Forrester woman but he wondered if she might have been another reason for Deacon’s move to New York. Albert watched as Nadia ordered a drink of gin and juice. Her dark hair as well as her pale complication was striking as her deep fathom like eyes. She wore knee length tight suede burgundy skirt with a black sleeveless turtleneck with black boots. Still, there was something about her that made him think that she was more than streetwise. Nadia threw her quarter length burgundy suede jacket on the chair while she waited on her drink. Nadia noticed Albert watching her.

" What?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering."

She cut him off. " I know what you were wondering." Nadia reached into her purse and took of the cigarette. She lit the cigarette. " So, what time does this place open?"

" It opens around 8."

Nadia looked around. " I notice that you have the best liquors, great pool tables and even a place to eat. All you need a one great dance floor."

" We get a lot of business."

" I can’t believe that Deacon gave this up." Nadia smoked on her cigarette for a moment. " Stupid."

" Yeah, but I guess all conquers in love and all that bullshit."

Albert stood and made his way standing close to Nadia. " So you don’t believe in love?"

"No. I’m not stupid. I believe in feelings below the belt." Nadia flickered the ash into the ashtray. " I also believe in money." She sized Albert up and gave him a cold look as she moved away. " Anyway, as you know. I’m here for Deacon. I heard that you sold his half of the club."

" I did."

Nadia smiled. " Good, then give me the check and I’ll be on my way."

Thorne heard the knocking at his door and ran to open it. Mark and Alex stood there.

" Hey guys..come on in." Mark followed Alex into the beautiful suite.

" Alex, you weren’t kidding, this place is even better looking than ours."

Thorne smiled. " It is nice isn’t it?"

Brooke came in from the doorway from the bedroom. " Honey can you help me with this?" Mark and Alex turned toward Brooke. Thorne walked over to his wife, he looked freshened up with a white shirt that had the first three buttons unbuttoned and blue jeans as well as sandals, his outfit complimented hers. She was standing in the doorway wearing tight blue jeans that rode low on her hips and a white spaghetti strapped shirt that that displayed part of her stomach. Brooke smiled. " Just a minute, I need my husband." Brooke turned her back on Thorne. His fingers trailed up the back on her neck gently while he connected the clasp on Brooke’s delicate gold necklace. After he finished, he bent down and kissed her neck while his fingers moved on their own accord down the front of her shirt and caressing her breast. Brooke leaned back against her husband. " We have company…stop that." Brooke felt the evidence of her husband’s desire rubbing against her bottom. Mark looked at the couple and coughed slightly. Brooke turned and kissed her husband gently. " Down boy." Brooke moved out of Thorne’s arms. " You’ll have to excuse us."

Alex who had her arm around Mark’s waist. " Don’t apologize, it is nice to see a married couple who are happy in love." Mark stroked Alex’s hair. She looked beautiful wearing skin-tight black pants and little black backless top. Mark looked handsome in tanned cargo shorts and a black shirt.

" Well, lets go." Brooke picked up her white knit bag.

The two couples left the room.

Rick came into the Lair. A blonde waitress tried to stop him. " Like I told you, we are closed."

" Like I told you, my mother is part owner and I want to talk to the other owner." Rick pushed past her and went into the bar section of the club. He looked around when he noticed a dark haired woman nursing a drink and smoking. He made his way over to the woman. She looked at Rick for a moment.

" I think that that she told you that the place is closed."

" Who are you?"

"My, my…being a Forrester must make you think that you can walk into any place and ask any questions." Nadia sipped her drink.

" How do you know who I am?"

Nadia turned her dark eyes on Rick. He felt a thrill of electricity course through his body. " I can ready Ricky boy…besides I’ve heard all about you."

"From who?"

" Now wouldn’t you like to know?"

" Listen, I don’t have time to play these games with you. Do you know where the owner is?"

" He left around twenty minutes ago."

" Damn it!" Rick hit the table.

" Calm down. Why don’t you have a drink?" Nadia leaned over the bar and pulled a bottle of Vodka out. " Will this do?"

Rick looked at the liquid. " Yeah."

Nadia poured the liquor into the glass and handed it to Rick. " Bad day?"

"That day pretty much just started…"

" I’ve had days like that." Nadia pushed the pack of cigarette toward Rick. " Want one?"

"No, I don’t smoke."

Nadia grinned. " Ricky, you don’t fool me. You not smoke cigarettes but you’ve smoked pot and who knows what other things dipped and dabbled in." Nadia leaned forward a hair’s breath away from Rick’s lips. " Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody.." She licked her lips. " I’ll tell you a little secret…I like bad boys…how bad are you?"

Alex walking hand in hand with Mark studied the couple in front of them. Brooke was walking next to her husband with her head on his shoulder, while his hand rested in the back pocket of her tight jeans. Lunch had been wonderful at the quiet restaurant outside. The Forresters were defiantly not what she had expected. She knew that they were rich but seeing them in jeans relaxed, they didn’t act like the typical rich folk. Alex had profiled many people yet it seemed that Brooke Forrester didn’t fit in the original mode. Although Alex surmised that Brooke’s relationship with men had much to do with low self esteem because of the lack of a father figure in her life. Brooke has used sex and had a controlling effect with the men in the Forrester men, she had taken the company and she had run it. She had a happy marriage with Thorne Forrester but how long would that last, how long before Brooke would turn back to Ridge. Alex had read the file late last night, she read in between the lines. Brooke had loved Ridge Forrester for many years that type of love didn’t die over night. Mark was casing out the area while she kept her attention on the Forresters.

" Mamma, something isn’t right."

" What is it?"

"I don’t know..just a feeling."

Alex instantly was alerted. One thing that they have learned is to trust instants. Alex pretended to be kissing Marks neck. " What is it?"

Mark patted Alex’s butt in an affectionate manner, which was part of the cover. He scanned the area.

" Wolfe, are your reading anything?" Mark stated to Wolfe who was seeing everything thought Mark’s sunglasses.

"Negative…but it might be something. Scan the area again Mark, I’ll hook it up and run the scene through the computer." Mark did but Wolfe didn’t pick up anything. Suddenly the communication device that was next to Wolfe’s laptop was beeping the message was coming from Quinn.

" Hey Wolfe…Sonny has visitors."

" Who?"

"Blaze…it seems that Victor has pulled out the big guns."

Blaze sat back looking clam, cool and collected within the confines of Sonny suite. Sonny wasn’t there at the moment, but that didn’t stop her or her men from entering his rooms. Sonny had****ed things up totally and she was here to clean up the mess. Victor had been annoyed with Sonny and had originally had wanted Gaylord to take care of it. Blaze had convinced him of something else. Blaze loved Victor with an obsession that she’d do anything for him. She understood him and knew what kind of monster that he could be but that only heightened her love for him. He slept with other women, sometimes two or three at the same time but she didn’t care. She sometimes supplied him with women who she thought that she might enjoy with him but when all the sexual games ended, she was still the closest thing to him. Victor liked pain as well as she did, however he never did physically hurt her although sometimes some of his playmates got a little more than they expected. Blaze had been with Victor, 8 years. He had met her when she had been the girlfriend of Rocco a known guns seller. Victor had looked at Blaze and told Rocco that he had wanted her. Rocco, who had been scared shitless of Victor at the time hadn’t wanted to give up his prize, Blaze, but she hadn’t cared. She had been drenching wet from the moment she saw him and she would have swore that Victor could smell her arousal. That night, in his bed, she had found partner or a soul mate, as you will. She had been with Victor ever since. With him, she had learned a great deal, she already knew about martial arts but she honed her weapons skills and became a true partner to Victor. Sonny opened the door to his hotel room and was surprised to find a beautiful red head wearing tight black leather pants and a share red blouse with a plunging neckline. She was a beautiful woman with a powerfully toned body. She also had look on her face in which told that she wasn’t there for a social call.

"I think that you need to sit down."

" You are from Victor."

The man from nowhere came behind Victor and forced him in a seat. " I.."

" Shut up." The woman said. " You and I both know why I am here. I’m here to clean up your mess. Now tell me, where is the package."

" I don’t have it."

" We already know that. Who has it?"

"Look, Victor said."

" Victor is really upset at the moment. You have screwed up your plan by this mix up. I’m here to fix your problem. Do you understand?" Blaze stood up, the anger was visible on her face. " Can your feeble brain comprehend that?"

 

Brooke smiled at the baby clothes that she was holding. " Alex, aren’t these beautiful." Alex looked at the Christening gown, it is beautiful. Alex fingered the gown. " A baby is a gift of life."

Brooke heard a tone of wistfulness in her voice. " You want a baby?"

"Oh no. Believe me, I’m not the type to have a child."

Brooke tilted her head to the side. " Oh…I don’t know about that. I see how you are looking at the clothes." Brooke clutched the clothes to her chest. " A baby can be a wonderful gift between to people who love each other. Think about it, god’s beautiful creation is created from a moment of intense passion or from the exchange of perfect love."

" God, you are a romantic, aren’t you?"

" I can be." Brooke put the clothes down. "I guess being married to Thorne has really brought out the romantic in me." A smile of pure love graced Brooke’s face. "He was my best friend for so many years and then one day, it all changed. Who would have thought that he would bring so much joy into my life? This baby…" Brooke touched her flat stomach. " This baby is my gift to him. He has waited forever to be a father."

" I can see how much it does mean for him. During lunch, he wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for you."

" Yes..he does. This is his first real family. Thorne’s mother lavished so much attention on his older brother growing up, he always felt a little out of place, but now he will have his own family. Personally, it is different for me. My other pregnancies, I basically went through it alone. Having a husband to stand by you and be there for the baby does make a different. So, it is like a first for the both of us." Brooke picked up a little cute pink hat. " Isn’t this cute. I have to get it."

Thorne came from around the corner; he had been looking at an antique bassinette.

" Baby, I think that you are going to want to take a look at this." Brooke and Thorne looked were studying the bassinette when Mark came in from outside.

" How is everything?"

"Looks clear. I guess that I made a mistake."

" Its alright Mark. Better safe than sorry."

Mark nodded to Brooke and Thorne who were cooing at the bassinette. " They really want that baby, don’t they?"

" Yeah. I guess that is what loves looks like."

" Hey is that wishfully thinking on your part Alex?"

"No. I just was wondering if they are going to make it?"

"I believe they will."

" Even with her history with is brother?"

" Stranger things have happened. She loves him Alex, now I know that the brother was making moves, but you can’t fake what she and Thorne has. Besides, why are you so concerned hopefully Sonny will make his move when they are out of their room and we can forget about the Forresters."

" You are right. I don’t know what I was thinking."

" I do mamma. You like them. Hell, I like them too."

Carlos headed down the hallway toward Kristen’s office. She had another meeting after the private showing but soon she would be returning to her office. Suddenly, he heard a loud screaming voice in Spanish. " Like I told you Mr. Security guard, I am Carlos’s wife. Now, you will show me his office now!" Carlos stopped dead in his tracks and headed to the screaming voice. He found Sofia, in a black pinstriped suite looking regal yet angry. She looked and smiled when she saw Carlos. " Carlos, thank god. Tell this bumbling idiot who I am."

Carlos frowned. The last think that he wanted was for Sophia to come here and start a lot trouble. " Don’t worry, she is with me."

The security guard nodded and walked away. Sophia smiled sauntered toward Carlos. " Carlos..my love." Carlos grabbed roughly Sophia before she could sink her claws into him and practically pushed her toward his office. Once he got there Sophia laughed.

" I love it when you play rough with me." Sophia held on tightly to his shirt and before he knew it, she tore at the material. His buttons went popping over the floor.

Carlos pushed her away as her long fingernails scored his chest.

" What the hell are you thinking about?"

" I’m thinking about making love to MY HUSBAND."

Carlos mumbled to himself. " I’m not your husband."

" Oh, yes you are. You know it and I know it." Sophia smiled. " Why don’t we Kristen your office?" She hopped up on his desk, sitting, facing him. She parted her legs allowing him to see that she wore no underwear.

" For god’s sake, close your fu(king legs."

" Why?" Sophia spread her legs wider. " Don’t you like what you see?"

" I don’t want you."

Sophia eyed the recognizable bulge in his pants. " That isn’t what it looks like."

" I don’t care what it looks like. Why are you here?" Carlos stripped off his shirt.

" I’m here to see where my husband works."

" I’m not your husband."

Sophia’s eyes darkened. " You are. We made vows before god and our families. I will never let you go. I want to know if you have told your lover about me? Because if you haven’t, I will."

Carlos towered above Sophia. " You will do no such thing!"

" What could you do to stop me? Nothing! I am your wife and I will not let some Punta take you from me. I know what I am capable of. End things with your Kristen now!"

" I won’t end things with her, nor will allow you to control my life."

" I am your life lover." She traced his lips with her finger. "I will never let you go."

Kristen knocked for a second and walked in. " Carlos, I wanted to apologize…."

Pain hit Kristen in the chest. The scene before her shocked her. Carlos was standing shirtless in front of a woman who was had her legs spread and looked to be in an intimate embrace.

" Of god.."

The beautiful woman smiled. " Ah…you must be Kristen." She hopped down off the desk.

" Kristen.." Carlos began. " It isn’t?"

" Sure it is." The woman stated.

"Shut up Sophia!" Carlos turned toward Kristen. " Honey.."

Kristen threw the designs that Carlos. " I don’t want to hear it because it is very clear to me. You didn’t want us to make love in my office but you are willing to have sex with this slut!"

"Slut…you are the one who is a slut or a whore although I know that Carlos is an amour man who likes sex. Maybe you aren’t doing it right."

The woman’s words hurt Kristen. Tear filled her eyes. " I was a fool to trust you!" Kristen left the office, hearing the other’s woman’s laughter. Carlos ran after Kristen down the hall.

" Kristen…"

" Don’t talk to me."

" It isnt’what you think."

Kristen stopped. " I know what I saw. No wonder you didn’t mind so much me being busy lately because you’ve had that woman to keep you satisfied."

" It isn’t that. Sophia was coming on to me."

" I could see that."

" Listen, I didn’t want to get into this with you like this but I will."

" You will what? Explain to me that you’ve been sleeping with her wife you’ve been seeing me."

" I haven’t been sleeping with her."

" The hell you have."

" I haven’t been sleeping with Sophia. I’d never allow that viper back into my bed most especially because I have you." He cupped Kristen’s face. She shoved his hands away. He ignored her shove and cupped her face again. " No. I’m not going to let you pull away me or from us."

" There is no use anymore."

" Yes there is because I love you."

Tear filled Kristen eyes. " Who is she?"

Carlos sighed. " She’s my wife. Damn the bitch…she’s my wife."

" I’m telling you Alex, that red dress has you written all over it." Brooke handed Alex the expensive dress. Alex looked at the dress knowing that I probably cost as much as half a year’s salary if not more. Brooke eyed Alex. " With your body, you’d look fantastic in this dress. Believe me, I know clothes."

" Is this ones of yours? From your company?"

"No. But it is still beautiful. Vesage always does a good job, no matter what."

" So, you wear the competition’s clothes."

Brooke laughed. " At times, although Forrester is the best."

Alex looked at the dress, it was indeed beautiful. The only time she could afford to wear expensive clothing like that was when she was under deep cover. It amazed her at times how rich people would pay so much money for a piece of clothing when she had been in some of the poorest countries of the world where children’s stomach’s became swallow with hunger. Mark came up behind Alex and wrapped his arms around her waist, she moved back against him allowing him to kiss her softly on the neck. One thing about working with Mark, he knew how to put the moves on women so well that their relationship seemed more than believable.

"So, you are thinking about getting this dress? That would look fantastic on you."

" Yes, but the price would leave us homeless. Have you looked at the price?"

Mark looked at the price and stepped back. " Damn…that dress is …."

" I know."

Brooke looked at the dress that she had in her hands. She really could have kicked herself; of course Alex and Mark couldn’t afford such an expensive dress. Brooke thought about how she herself had struggled through college. She sized Alex up for a moment, through fully, she could think of the most perfect dress that was hanging in her closet at Forrester. It had never been worn and was exquisite; it would be perfect for Alex. Brooke liked the woman, maybe because she respected her a great deal. Alex would never allow her to buy the dress but maybe she’d take the Forrester Original as a gift. Brooke studied Mark; she knew that there would be something from the Men’s Line that would be perfect for him.

" I think that you are right…let’s look at some other places." Thorne gave his wife a quizzical look but he said nothing.

 

Sonny closed the door to his hotel room. He was sweating bullets after his conversation with Blaze. She had wanted to know where the information was but he wouldn’t tell her. He knew that a woman like would think of nothing of killing the Forresters. Sonny didn’t want that. He knew where the Forresters were staying; he’d get the information on his own.

Blaze got into the back of the limo. The man sitting across from her told the driver to take her to the hotel. He then turned his attention to her. " What next Miss Blaze?"

"We will wait. I’ll give him 24 hours to get the information." Blaze looked out of the window. " If he doesn’t get it, we get from the people who have it. Have Sonny watched to find out where he is going. Find out who has the information."

" What about Victor. He might not like this."

" I’ll handle Victor."

Rick came out of the bathroom. He was tired ass hell and really needed some sleep. An older gentleman was standing behind the bar. " Are you Albert?"

" Who are you?"

"I’m Rick Forrester. Brooke Forrester’s son."

Albert nodded. " Are you here to get the final papers? If so, I need your mother to tell me herself."

" No…you said that you paid Deacon his share for the bar?"

"Yes"

" Where is he?"

Albert knew where Deacon was but he had promised Thorne Forrester that he’d tell him or his wife, not the son.

" I’m not sure where he is. All I know that he sent someone to pick up his check."

" Who did he send?"

" Look. Do I look like the yellow pages to you?"

" Who did he send?"

Albert sighed. " He sent a woman. Dark hair, good looks…real bad girl attitude."

" The girl…"

" So, you saw her."

" Yeah…do you know where she is, now?"

" No"

Rick cursed and grabbed his lightweight jacket. He put it on and when he put his hand in his pocket he felt something. It was a white card. He pulled it out, it had the Lair’s logo but on the back it had the name Nadia and a phone number. Rick smiled.

Victor swam the last of his thirty laps in his Olympic size pool. He gracefully got out of the water and used a towel to dry off his naked body when he phone rang.

" Yes Blaze."

"Hey Baby."

"What do you have?"

" Nothing at the moment."

" Why not?"

" Victor, Sonny won’t tell where the info is."

" You know how to handle him. So get the names of the people who have my information from him. Use whatever methods."

" Sweetie, you know that I would. I would do anything for you but I think that it might be better to let him get it and then we can kill him. It won’t be so messy."

" I care about messy. I want my codes. Maybe, I should have allowed Gaylord take care of it."

Panic filled Blaze, she wasn’t a woman afraid of anything except disappointing Victor. She loved him. " No, you didn’t have to send Gaylord. I said that I’d take care of it."

" Then do it. I don’t want any excuses Blaze. You know how I feel about excuses. You have 24 hours and then I’ll send Gaylord to take of it." Victor hung the phone up.

Quinn called Wolfe. " Based on the intel…Sonny will make his move tonight."

"What about Blaze?"

" She holding for 24 hours, after that, she plans on getting the codes herself." Quinn sighed. " If she gets involved, it very well could mean a blood bath."

" Did you trail her?"

" Don’t have too, she watching Sonny herself. We had better be careful because she’s smart. If she gets whiff of us, she’ll be gone and so will our lead. I hate to say it, but we are going to have to make it easy for Sonny to get that info from the Forresters. The last thing we need is for them to get caught in the crossfire."

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