Secrets Chapter 6

Brooke slowly opened her eyes as she felt Throne’s fingers stroking her hair. She smiled as she felt the complete genteelness of his fingers. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep but she did know that the morning sickness was completely gone and she felt fantastic. Thorne noticed the movement of his wife’s body and knew instantly that she was awake." Good afternoon sleepy head." Brooke sat up and smiled at her handsome husband. She yawned and ran her fingers through her dishelmed hair. Thorne kissed her softly on her mouth.

" Mmmm. I’m wishing that we had used the company jet right now." Brooke said with a sparkle in her eye.

"Why?" Thorne leaned down and kissed his wife again and moved his lips to her delicious looking shoulder. Brooke scooted closer to give her husband better access and laughed.

"Because we would be alone and then we could become a members of the mile high club. Brooke hand slowly made its way up her husband’s leg toward his ****. She smiled when she felt the strong hardness of him and started to stroke him softly through the material of his pants. " It seems that he wants to come out and play, don’t you think?" Thorne groaned softly as his wife’s proficient hand stroked him through his pants. He wished that they had used the company jet but there was something wrong with fuel pump and it wasn’t going to be fixed in enough time. He gently kissed up her shoulder and made his way toward her ear. He ran his tongue around the shell of his wife’s ear and felt the shiver that went through her body. Brooke giggled and then noticed an older lady frowning from across the aisle from them. Brooke sighed and then pulled away gently from her husband. Thorne had a question in his eyes; Brooke kissed him softly on his lips. " We have viewing disapproving eyes watching us." Thorne leaned back and turned his eyes toward the woman looking at he and Brooke with distain. He looked at Brooke who was trying to stop from laughing then looked back toward the lady. He waved his wedding band toward the woman.

" It’s alright we are married." The woman gave Brooke a once over. Thorne smiled. "To each other."

"This is a plane, not a hotel room." The woman said as she turned away and Brooke kissed Thorne. Thorne turned back toward his wife.

" You are a trouble maker." Brooke whispered in his ear.

"You are the one who starts all of the trouble." He picked up her hand that was resting on to of his arousal and kissed it. Brooke traced his lower lips slowly with her finger.

" I’m trouble maker…" Thorne’s eyes darkened with passion.

" Yes… you most certainly are." He nipped her finger.

" I guess that you are going to have to spank me." Brooke said sensuously to her husband. At the mention of a spanking Thorne has a most erotic fantasy flash in his head.

" Don’t tempt me." The flight attendant made her way toward Brooke and Thorne.

" Would you like something to drink or eat?" She said to Brooke. " You were asleep when I went around earlier and your husband said that you might want something later."

Brooke nodded and gave the waitress her choice of lunch. Thorne looked at his watch. We only have a couple of hours to go. I’m going to go the restroom."

"Would you like me to join you?"

" Would I ever, but under the circumstances of the prying eyes looking at us and the fact that you haven’t eaten yet, I’m going to say no. But I want you to hold that thought because when I get you alone. I am going to give you that spanking and a whole lot more." Thorne rose to go to the restroom when Brooke slipped her shoes back on. She had a small cramp in her lower back and rose to get it out. Maybe she’d go to the bathroom herself. She needed her purse and opened the compartment above her to get her purse when suddenly the plane hit such turbulence that she pitched backward and all of the bags in the compartment came flying toward her. Brooke tried to open her mouth to scream but suddenly the man sitting a head of her jumped up with quick speed and pulled her out of the way. The bags fell to the floor. The plane pitched again she was thrown into the man’s arms. Sonny held on tight to the beautiful blonde woman not minding her being in his arms. Brooke looked up at that man and tried to steady her footing with his help.

"Thank you. I could have been seriously hurt if you haven’t pulled me out of the way of those bags."

"It was nothing. To save a beautiful lady like you." At moment Thorne came rushing down the aisle. He found Brooke being held in a man with a sinister scar. He looked at his wife.

"Honey, are you alright?"

" Yes, I was pitched back when I got up because of the turbulence and this man helped me. The flight attendant came toward them. " You are going to have to take your seats, there might be more turbulence."

" We will." Throne took Brooke out of the man’s arms. " Thank you for saving my wife." Sonny for a moment was caught off guard by the beautiful woman. He hasn’t noticed that in his rush to save her that he knocked his bag into the aisle and it was mixed in with the bags that fell out of the compartment. The flight attendant starting storing the bags into the compartment that was open while Brooke sat back down. Sonny turned around and noticed that the flight attendant had his bag.

" NO!" The attendant looked shocked and almost dropped the bag. Sonny lowered his tone. " I’m sorry, that is my bag and I’ll hold on to it, I have some important documents in it." The attendant gave him a strange look and gave him back his bag, which he put under his chair. Quinn who observed the entire scene noticed something that obviously Sonny didn’t notice. The attendant had gotten the identical bags mixed up and had put the bag Sonny had bought on top of the compartment above the couple. Quinn sat watching not only Sonny but also the couple. Was the couple part of the plan to get the information to Victor? Was the "accidental" switch nothing more than a red herring to thrown any observers off the trail of Victor? It seems like they were going to have change their plans and track not only Sonny but also the couple.

 

Brooke and Thorne walked off the plane hand and hand into the Monte Carlo airport.

"The limo should be waiting. I’m going to get the bags."

" Thorne, I have to run to the bathroom again. I’ll met you at the baggage claim."

"Okay." Thorne kissed Brooke on the top of her head and then headed toward the baggage claim. Brooke walked toward the bathroom passing by Wolfe who had already been alerted about the switch by Quinn. Quinn was right not to trust this situation especially since the couple slit up. Wolfe walked toward the men’s restroom waiting for the blonde female; he had only seen the couple for a few minutes. If they were acting, they were good, but the best agents had been taught to fake romances. Quinn would use this time to contact, contact with Mark and Alex who were already here in Monte Carlo. The other half of his team had arrived early that morning awaiting he and Quinn along with Sonny.

Kristen tried to finish working on her sketch but she couldn’t seem to concentrate at all, her mind was on Bridget. Bridget hadn’t told Brooke and she refused to tell Eric until Brooke came back. Kristen knew first hand that Bridget was stalling, not wanting to tell anyone about the baby. Maybe it was a good thing that school would be over soon for her and she’d move back into Brooke and Thorne’s. Kristen knew that Brooke would understand toward Bridget… but her father, he’d want to kill Deacon. Kristen also wondered how Deacon would feel if he knew that he was going to be the father of Bridget’s child. He had done everything that he could to get Little Eric and Amber. He felt strongly about what he considered to be his family. Would that extend to a child that belonged to Bridget? If Deacon came back would Bridget be able to turn him away? Kristen was sure that her little sister was still holding a torch for the man. That wasn’t good at all.

Rick looked at the picture of he and Amber. Where was she right now? What was she doing? Was she doing Deacon right now? He imagined that she was, with her whore’s little mouth, she probably was giving it to him everyway that he wanted.

"You bitch. I gave you everything and you threw it all away." Rick closed his eyes and he could see them together.

(Flashback)

Rick walked into the Lair looking for Amber. He saw Tracy a blonde waitress with a tight black outfit on. "Hey Tracy do you know where Amber is?" He saw something flash behind Tracy’s eyes.

" What is it?"

" You really missed the fireworks."

"What fireworks?"

"I don’t know. Deacon and Amber really got into it right here in the bar."

" About what?" Rick knew that Deacon was angry that he had gotten custody of Little Eric but Deacon’s fight had always been with him not with Amber." Tracy poured a drink in the glass.

" I don’t know, but whatever it was, it was bad. Amber was really pissed. She called Deacon a user and street trash. I don’t think that anyone could ever get away with something like that." Alarm went through Rick; he remembered how Deacon had treated his first girlfriend.

" Did he touch her? Did he touch my wife!"

"I don’t know."

"Answer me damn it!"

"I don’t know Rick. I didn’t see him touch her but they went upstairs, he didn’t want her yelling at him in front of everyone. That was about an hour ago."

" An hour?" Rick headed upstairs. He wanted to make sure that Amber was all right, Deacon had better have not touched his wife. Rick made his way to Deacon’s apartment and was getting ready to knock on the door when he realized that the door was open.

" Amber?" Rick looked around the room. A picture of Little Eric and Amber had been smashed as well as the papers on the desk had been knocked onto the floor. Something started to ache in the pit of his stomach. " Amber?" He made his way toward the bedroom when he heard these little moans. He slowly opened the door to the bedroom and what he saw made him want to throw up. Amber was laying face down on the bed totally naked while Deacon was on top of her pumping into her body using forceful thrusts. Amber was moaning, Deacon was holding her wrists down tightly. Pain filled Rick, he watched as in slow motion how Deacon thrust savagely into his wife. Rape, he was raping her. Deacon was raping his wife. Rick moved away from the bedroom toward the kitchen looking for a weapon to kill Deacon with and he was going to kill him. Rick picked up a large knife; he was going to stab Deacon. Rick made his way silently back to the bedroom when he heard Deacon’s voice.

" That’s it babe. God. You are so tight. I bet little Ricky don’t do it for you like this does he?" Rick looked inside the bedroom. Amber’s face came off the bed, bliss shown.

" No… oh god no."

" Tell me what you want Amber?" Deacon stopped his thrusting, he pulled out of her and Rick could see Deacon’s large **** as he hovered over his wife. " Tell me what you want." Deacon said with complete power in his voice.

" You know…." Amber said. " You know." Deacon leaned down and bit her ear and then he started to kiss his way down her back running his tongue down her spine.

"Tell me! Or I’ll stop and let you go back to that little boy who you call a husband. Tell me damn it !"

"Please… I need it." Amber panted. " I need you." Deacon lowered the tip of his **** and let it rub suggestively against her heated opening. He slowly pushed the tip inside and then stopped.

" Tell me or I swear that I go downstairs and pick on of those women to fu(k and I’ll even let you watch to see what you are missing. So tell me babe, tell me what you want. Let it go." Amber closed her eyes and tried to move back against him rising up on her knees hoping to take more of him into her body. " Tell me!"

"I want you to fu( k me! I want so hard and fast." Deacon smiled. He pushed hard inside of her and she moaned in ecstasy.

" Like that baby?’

"Just like that. I want you Deacon…. I’ve dreamed about it. Fu(k me, fu(k me and then spill yourself inside of me. I need you. I need you so bad." Deacon groaned and started to move faster inside of Amber. Rick stood there watching as Deacon rammed himself into his more than willing wife. Tears filled his eyes as he watched his wife moan under that man. That bastard, she wanted him. He wasn’t raping her, Amber was more than willing. Rick stood there and dropped the knife. He let himself out of the apartment. In that moment, he hated Amber more than he hated Deacon. She took his heart and his love and threw it all away to become Deacon’s whore.

(Back To The Present)

" You ruined everything and I gave you another chance." Rick balled up the picture and threw it in the trash. He headed over toward the liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink. He knew his mother and father disapproved of his drinking but at least it wasn’t drugs. The alcohol seemed to make him forget and numb the pain. He just wanted to forget everything that had happened, but he couldn’t. He had a son who needed him and he planned on getting him back. He was going to get his son and Amber back. He didn’t tell his mother about wanting Amber back; she’d never understand it. He didn’t want Amber for herself, the little whore, but he wanted to make her pay.

"You are going to pay Amber. You are my wife and you will stay my wife." Rick downed the drink when the phone rang. He waited for Bridget to answer it. He wondered what was bothering her, ever since their mother left; she had shut herself up in her room. It was strange, but maybe she was studying for their finals. Hell, he needed to study for his own finals; he had already missed his graduation. The phone continued to ring and when he finally got up to answer the answer it when the answering machine picked up. Rick hardly listened to it until he heard the mention of Deacon. Rick got up and replayed the message. He was shocked by what he heard. Deacon’s partner was calling his mother and Thorne telling them that Deacon would be contacting any day soon and he’d let them know where he was. Rick smiled and wrote the number down. He’d be calling back and Rick would be sure that he’d be home to get the information. Rick felt better than he had in a long time. Soon, he’d have his son back, come hell or high water.

 

Brooke left the ladies room and headed toward the baggage claim to find her husband waiting. " Do you have everything?"

"Yup. Lets go to the limo." Brooke and Thorne walked toward the exist and found their driver holding up the name Forrester. He opened the door to limo and put the bags in the trunk of the car. Brooke and Thorne rode comfortably in the back of the limo holding hands and taking in the beautiful sits. Thorne enjoyed showing Brooke the wonderful sites pointing out the buildings as they past.

" Wow, Monaco is very beautiful." Brooke pointed to some of the buildings. There is the Casino- de Monte Carlo.."

"Wow, it is beautiful isn’t it? I heard that Charles Garnier designed it."

"Isn’t he the man who created the Paris Opera house?

Thorne kissed his wife’s ear. "Yes. It is fabulous in there. Are you up for a little gambling tonight?"

Brooke’s eyes sparkled. " I’m ready for anything. Including that spanking Mr. Forrester." Brooke sighed and leaned back against her husband. " I’m also ready for more than a little shopping."

" Shopping?"

" Yes, there are so many things that I want to buy. Clothes, jewels maybe I’ll buy a sailboat."

" A sailboat? Now where is that coming from?"

" I haven’t had a chance to sail in years. I really miss it."

" Sailing huh…" Thorne’s hands rubbed Brooke’s thigh. " I’d love to go sailing with you especially if you sail topless. Now that you are a sight to see." Brooke laughed.

"Sailing topless. I think that I might distract the captain, but if you were the captain, I’d might consider it." Brooke laughed when she noticed that they were turning.

" We are staying here at the Casino?"

"Yes, at Hotel De-Paris. I know how much you’ve always wanted to stay here. I want you to have everything that you want Brooke."

While Brooke and Thorne were traveling toward their hotel an unmarked car followed them with a blonde driver. Mark made sure that he stayed three car lengths behind the limo not wanting to be spotted. He has met Quinn at the checkpoint and he told him of the "mix-up" and he decided to follow the couple along with Quinn who was already trying to patch into airports secured mainframe to find out who the people in the limo were.

Sonny picked up his bags and got into his rented car, soon he head to his. He wasn’t sure how Victor was going to contact him, all he knew was that he’d be contacted sometime that day and hopefully, he’d be taken to Victor, he’d give him the information that he wanted and then he’d be a rich man. Sonny drove to his hotel, checked in and settled into his wonderful suite at the Hotel Hermitage. It was a five star hotel and he wished that he’d have a chance to mingle with the people especially the women. He would soon have a chance to mingle with all the women that he wanted. Ten million dollars was no small amount of money and with that kind of money it wouldn’t matter that he had a scar on his face. That damn scar, he owed his ex-girlfriend for that. She had been gotten drunk and starting flirting with this man, he stepped in and the man had cut him before he knew it. He carried the scar ever since. He’d never forget that man’s face.

 

Brooke walked into the beautiful suite; it was almost like a penthouse except it was on the ground floor since Thorne had requested that they had a beachfront room that allowed them to see the Mediterranean. It was a magnification suite, consisting of four rooms. A huge living area created with soft pink hues, a fireplace, a piano, a pink stripped sofa and matching love seat, full bar, large floor space and outside enclosed deck with matching dinning furniture for relaxing and eating. The deck also consisted of a personal hot tube. The right of the living area was another spacious room with an entertainment center for watching television or listening to music as well as another sofa that was connected to a doorway, which lead a beautiful yet, medium sized bedroom adjoined by a bathroom. To the left of the living area was the master bedroom headed off by double doors. It was done in a soft cream, with a large bed comfortable that would fit four people that was on top of a small platform, a small fire place to the right of the room as well as a lounging chair, loveseat, coffee table with white roses, sliding doors were to the right of the magnificent view of the ocean and access to the outside deck. Behind the bed was a door leading off the master bedroom headed toward the master bathroom. It had an encased shower big enough for two, large Jacuzzi bathtub that resided on it own platform surrounded by big mirrors.

"Wow, this is beautiful." Brooke headed back out to the living area. Thorne was talking on the phone turned and smiled at his wife. Thorne hung the phone up.

"That was Celeste, she and Leon wanted to meet us at the airport but they got hung up. They suggested dinner."

"Oh.." Brooke liked Celeste and her husband Leon very much but she wanted some time with her husband. Thorne understood Brooke’s "Oh".

" They wanted to show us the around the town but I told them that we were a little jet lagged and that we would meet up with them tomorrow." Brooke smiled at her husband and wrapped her arms around him.

"So, what in the world are we going to do?"

"Well, I thought that since you are looking a little tired, we could lay down."

" I look tired?"

" Yes and I defiantly think that you need a nap." Thorne led Brooke to the bedroom toward the large bed. He took off her jacket. " I really suggest that you lay down" Brooke stood and watched as Thorne slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of his pants standing a pair of sexy black briefs that could hardly contain his already straining manhood. She smiled wicked.

" I thought that I needed a nap."

" I want to help you with your much needed nap. Here, let me help you out of your clothes." Thorne bend down on his knees and slipped with Brooke’s healed sandals off her feet. Thorne then caught the back zipper of Brooke’s white skirt and unzipped it. The soft material slowly slipped to the floor and there was a scanty black thong panties. Thorne slowly traced the material of her panties slowly rubbing it softly against the juncture of her thighs. He could hear his wife’s breathing and it make his ache with need. He rubbed his nose against her panties and could smell the faint musk of her scent. " I love your scent." Thorne looked up at his beautiful wife, she amazed him all the time. Her beauty, her kindness, her playfulness and her sexuality. Brooke caressed Thorne’s head loving the way that he made her feel. Thorne’s hands cupped her bottom, caressing each globe softly as they way their way up her semi-naked back and undid the clap to her halter-top. It, like the top fell to the floor. Thorne sat back on his haunches looking at his beautifully sexy wife standing naked except for a pair of thong panties. He traced her stomach, which still did not show any form of the life that was growing inside of her, yet he knew it was there. His fingers moved up toward her breast slowly tracing her nipples gently. He leaned forward and caught her right nipple inside of his mouth. He stroked her nipple with his tongue, laving it with attention while Brooke stroked his head. He pulled the nipple with his teeth scraping it. Brooke shuttered with heat, she wanted more, she wanted him. Thorne then suckled at her breast, knowing that her other breast needed as much attention, he then moved to the next breast.

"My baby, our baby will one day do this. Suckle at your breast." Thorne stroked her breast with his hand. " He or she will find nourishment there. It’s so erotic." Thorne rubbed his face against her stomach. " I can’t wait until your body begins to change form with our child."

"Do you think that you’d still find me attractive with I’m round and big as a house?"

"I’ve already started reading books on all the different ways we can make love when you are swelling with our baby. Don’t worry about getting big, I know that seeing you with our baby growing inside of you will only make me want you more." Thorne hooked his fingers inside of her panties and gently pulled then down. He nuzzled his face against her heat and ran his fingers through the hair that shielded her from him intimate gaze. Thorne pushed Brooke back gently so that she lay on the bed. He pulled her down so her legs dangled at the edge of the bed and her heated center was right there for him easy access. She felt his fingers slid down her body until it parted her silky folds, he slipped two fingers inside of her.

" Ahhh… Oh Thorne" Brooke lay against the bed feeling pleasure that his fingers created as they moved inside of her. His thumb found her nub and started to rub is sensuously as Brooke moved against his hands. Brooke moved loving the feeling, feeling the building tension in her body. Thorne felt it too and wanted more.

" Let it go…climax for me Brooke. Flood me with your essence." Thorne moved his thumb from her nub and then covered it with his mouth. He blew hot air on the nub.

" Thorne…. Please…give it to me."

" In all due time Brooke. Right now, I want just kiss you." Thorne lowered his head and stroked her nub with her tongue. Brooke shivered. Thorne smiled. " I love kissing you." He stroked her again, his tongue finding her. " I love it when you shiver for me." He then caught her nub inside of his mouth suckling it and listening as his wife moaned. He removed his fingers and then completing covered her with his mouth. Licking, sucking and tasting her. His mouth moved against her while Brooke moved against him wanting more.

" That’s it baby… I love your mouth on me. Please….please." Brooke’s eyes closed as Thorne slipped his tongue inside of her. She pulled him harder against her. Suddenly she climaxed hard the feelings of euphoria. Thorne lifted his head, loving the look of raw sexual heat that radiated off of his wife. Brooke looked up at her husband who was wearing a sexy smile. Thorne climbed up on the bed. Brooke reached out and stroked him through his underwear. Thorne closed his eyes and shuttered. Brooke sat up and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips but seemed most erotic to her. She kissed him passionately and then her head moved as she kissed her way down his chest. She licked his nipples running her fingers down his chest. Her hands caught the waistline of his underwear and pulled them down. Brooke looked at her husband’s straining manhood. He was hard and large.

" Do you think that it is going to fit?" Brooke said in a suggestive manner. Thorne looked down at his straining member.

" I think that it will." Thorne cupped Brooke’s head and kissed her passionately, his tongue stroking hers while she could feel his **** jutting hard against her stomach. Thorne’s mouth made its way down her throat and his fingers stroked her nipples. Brooke’s hands cupped Thorne and rubbed him expertly. Thorne rubbed Brooke’s lips gently as she sucked on his finger. He wanted her and didn’t want to wait any longer. Thorne rubbed her between her legs, she had already been wet before he had pleasured her with his mouth, now she was drenching. Thorne slipped inside of Brooke, loving the feeling of her tight warmth.

" God… you are so tight." Brooke’s mouth hung open, she could hardly gasp her breath. Thorne cupped her right knee and pushed is back as he moved in and out of his wife. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth mimicking the movements that his body was making. Brooke’s hand gripped his shoulders, her body moved against his pushing against his pumping. Thorne whispered against her mouth. " Sweet, so****ing sweet." He plunged deeper inside of his wife’s body as her hands made its way down toward his buttocks. He loved the feel of her hands on him; it caused a fire inside of him. He plunged harder and harder as Brooke’s breathing was static as she took her husband.

" Now… please…god…ahh, ahhh, ahhh." Her cries filled the room. Thorne leaned up on his arms looking down at his wife as her body as the lower half of his body pleasured his wife. It was so erotic to see her with her eyes closed, her breasted arched, nipples hard and her beautiful mouth full of cries. Brooke started to tighten around his ****; she squeezed him so tight that almost instantly he flooded her with his own essence.

Bridget opened the door to find Kristen. "Kristen, what are you doing here?"

" I thought that I’d come by and see how you are doing. I also came to bring you some dinner." Kristen followed Bridget into the house. " Where is Rick?"

"I’m not sure but the liquor cabinet is close to empty." Bridget pushed her hair out of her face. " I think that he is drinking again. I’m not sure. I found some balled up pictures of he and Amber in the trash. I guess that it is that is where she belongs. " When I think about what she has done to my brother…"

" What about you Bridget? What about what Amber has done to you?"

"Amber hasn’t done anything to me."

" Hasn’t she Bridget. She took Deacon away from you, didn’t she?"

"Deacon is a liar and he never loved me."

" But that doesn’t change how you feel."

" I don’t feel anything, the only thing that I’m feeling is rage and anger."

" At Deacon and Bridget?"

"At Deacon! He lied to me, of course I’m angry with him. Why are we going through all of this?"

"Why won’t you tell Brooke or dad the truth?"

"They are going to be angry."

" Yes Bridget but at who?"

"At me… they are going to be angry at me!" Bridget started to cry.

"Bridget, I think that you are upset because you know that they are going to be angry but I don’t think you are worried about them being angry at you as much as you are worried about them being angry at Deacon."

" Deacon, why would I care about him?"

"You’d care because you know that they would go after him with everything that they have. Dad would have Deacon’s head on a platter and you wouldn’t want him to hurt Deacon because a part of you still loves him." Bridget looked at Kristen with a shocked expression.

"I don’t… I’d have to be a fool to love him after what he did."

" The heart and the head are to different things Bridget. It’s alright.. I understand." Tears streamed down Bridget’s cheeks. " You can’t protect him any longer, its time that you told dad." Bridget looked at her sister.

" He lied to me and used me but a part of me…"

" I know, Bridget."

" Dad, he won’t understand. He’ll go after him."

" Not if you tell him how important it is to keep Deacon out of your life."

" How am I going to do with Rick looking for Amber. Sooner or later he’ll find her and then there will be Deacon." Kristen hugged her little sister.

" But we will be with you Bridget. Your family. Dad and Brooke and all the rest of us, we will stand by you. You have to look out and protect yourself now. You and your baby come first, not Deacon. You can’t protect him any longer." Bridget wiped her eyes.

" I guess that I can’t hide this any longer can I?"

"No"

" I don’t want to tell mom now, she and Thorne would come back from their trip."

" We will tell Brooke when she gets back. But first, we’ll tell dad. Okay Bridget?"

Bridget gave her sister a sad look. "Okay"

Sonny sat looking at the black leather bag that was opened. Dread completely filled him. It was gone, the information was gone and he was a dead man. He had heard how Victor was and how he expected what he paid for. It was gone, all of his dreams, gone. He had fu(ked up and Victor was going to kill him. He closed his eyes; he was going to have to find out where the information was before Victor tried to contact him. He was running out of time.

 

Brooke lay on her side pulling rose petals off the rose in her hand and dropping them on her sleeping husband. She tickled his nose with one of the petals when a small smile formed on his lips. He opened his eyes and cupped her face and brought her mouth down his. He kissed her slowly with passion. " So sleeping beauty is finally awake." Thorne stretched pulled Brooke tighter against him; the sheets were twisted between them.

" How long have I been asleep?"

" We both have been asleep for about two to three hours. I only woke up around 20 minutes ago."

"We’ve been asleep that long?"

"You did spend about 2 hours making love to me. Plus we didn’t get much sleep last night either."

" That’s true." Thorne stroked Brooke’s naked back. "What have you been doing this entire time?"

"Watching you sleep." Brooke leaded down and licked his right nipple. Thorne closed his eyes. " You are so sexy." Brooke lay her head down on his chest. Thorne stroked Brooke’s hair.

" So, what do you want to do?" At that moment Brooke’s stomach rumbled. Thorne laughed. " You want to eat."

" To tell you the truth, I’m starving. I really didn’t eat that much on the plane."

"I noticed. So what will it be? Room service with dinner served on our own private dinning area? Dinner here in the hotel or a restaurant or dinner at Le Dolce Vita.

"Thorne that place is impossible to get into at this short of a notice."

" I know what, that is why I made the reservation weeks ago." Brooke smiled, he had indeed thought of everything.

" Let’s go then. I have the most perfect dress for that occasion… shoot."

" What’s wrong?"

" Thorne we haven’t unpacked anything and…"

" Don’t worry. You take a bath and I’ll take care of that. While you bath, I’ll have room service to bring up some cheese and fruit."

" Sounds yummy." Brooke yawed against Thorne’s chest.

"Honey, if you are still tired, we can rest some more. Don’t worry about the reservations, I made more than one night because I wasn’t sure what night we would want to go."

" No. I’ve had you, some sleep and with a little food, I’ll be ready to go." Brooke slipped out of bed and headed down the platform and up the little steps that lead the spacious master bath. Care join me in the bath?" Thorne looked at his wife’s beautiful naked body. He’d love to join her but he knew that they would only end up in bed and not make it to the restaurant.

"Maybe later." Brooke pouted prettily and went into the room to start running the hot water.

 

Brooke finished brushed her hair until it gleamed and hung well past her shoulders. The bath had been wonderful as well as the cheeses and crackers, she needed to eat smaller meals to keep her energy up. She frowned. She had never felt that way when she carried Rick or Bridget and she wondered if this pregnancy would be a lot different because of her age. She didn’t like to think about it but the older she was the more difficult the pregnancy could be on her. It didn’t matter she would do whatever it would take to keep her baby safe, this baby meant a lot not just to her but also to Thorne. This was his first baby and she couldn’t think of a man who was more than ready to be a father than he. Brooke stood and slipped her dress over her head. She loved the feel of the material on her naked skin. She looked into the mirror loving how it looked on her. The white dress was made a light satin material that was so thin that it molded her body like a second shin that clearly molded to her naked breast, her flat stomach, and her buttocks. The dress had a daring neckline that more than hinted at her beautiful naked breast that lay beneath while the straps tied behind her neck, while her back was essentially bare. The dress was simple yet stunning on her. Brooke slipped on her beautiful tennis bracelet and a pair of emerald cut diamond earrings. She looked her makeup case; she couldn’t get the thing open. Thorne surmised that the lock might have gotten jammed when the bags fell on the plane. All that she knew was that she couldn’t see to open it. Thank god, she had taken her jewels out of it and only her make-up was in the case. She stepped out the bedroom and headed toward the dinning area that was on the deck. Thorne in a black tuxedo was standing looking at the moon as it reflected in the water.

"I’m ready." Thorne turned and stopped when he saw his wife.

" Wow! You look so beautiful."

" It is a Forrester Original." Thorne took his wife’s hand and kissed it.

"You are an original alright."

" Are you ready to go?"

"Yes." Brooke followed Thorne into the living area where she picked up her matching pure.

" Good. The car is waiting for us." Brooke and Thorne left the room hand and hand.

Alex walked back into her suite at the Hotel De-Paris, the suite was exquisite and it was more than expensive but it was needed to do this job. Garnett, her boss was more than willing to fit the bill in order to get at Victor. Victor had contacts all over the world and they needed to stop him before he grew more powerful than he already was. Thank god Quinn was smart enough to find out where the couple was going to patch into the hotel’s computer and take the couple who was originally going to have this suite out of the computer and replaced with the names of Mark Cantrell and Alex Winters who were posing as boyfriend and girlfriend who had won a trip to Monte Carlo. This room was perfect because it was next to the couple that had Sonny’s information and they had easy access to them. Mark walked out of the bedroom in a t-shirt and blue jeans were eating a sandwich.

"Any world from Wolfe yet?"

"Yeah, he patched in a while ago. He says that Sonny is freaking out because the information is missing. Victor hadn’t contacted sonny, at least that is what we think.

"If this was some sort of mix up then Victor is going to be mad and that is going to make him more unpredictable than usual. It seems that this couple just might really be just two people who accidentally got this package."

"They are?" Alex looked at Mark.

" They are what?"

Mark handed Alex the information that he had received on the computer. " You were right when you said that they looked a little familiar to you, they should be. You know the Forresters…." Alex thought for a moment.

"The dress people?"

"Yeah, the ones who dresses all those movie stars and the really rich."

" Well, that is them. Brooke and Thorne Forrester." Mark lit a cigarette. " I don’t think that they have anything to do with this. I’d say that Sonny fu(ked up big time." Alex looked down at the file, which showed a picture of a smiling Brooke and Thorne. It that is so, then we have got a big problem too. Alex took her gun holster off and unloaded her gun and placed it on the table. She was going to try and patch into Wolfe’s communication piece to tell him to stay on Sonny’s trail. Quinn was following the Forresters at the moment. Alex walked toward the master bedroom, which was currently her room.

" What are you going to do?"

"Take a shower and change." Mark smiled and gave her a suggestive wink.

" Need some help, after all I’m your boyfriend." Alex laughed and kissed Mark on the cheek.

" I think that I can handle it on my own besides you have work to do."

" I do? Quinn is trailing the couple and Wolfe is handling Sonny. I’m going to take a quick nap." Alex shook her head.

" I’m not?" Mark looked at Alex with a question. Alex picked up some equipment.

" You have some bugging to do."

"What?"

"You lost the coin toss remember. I get the big bed and you get to place the bugs in their room, now get cracking." Alex started unbuttoning her blouse and laughed as she headed to her bedroom to take a hot shower.

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