Diana Scott - [Stonebridge 01] Read online

  Hidden Treasure

  Diana Scott

  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  A cloudy day

  I’ll take a risk

  Who are you

  One more day

  It’s me

  Nothing personal

  Fly to me

  A new sunrise

  You owe me something

  New beginnings

  Who said one...

  You don’t have to look any further

  Fabergé

  We are losing ourselves

  We are in love

  The past always haunts us

  What I wish for

  Just another day

  The first step

  Danger

  I can’t

  Foreword

  “I thought you wouldn’t accept me.”

  “I'm the birthday present.” The blue and sinfully masculine eyes illuminate transgressions.

  “You’re a pervert...”

  “And that's where my biggest attraction lies.”

  She rubs honey on her husband who agrees. The long golden hair stretches across her delicate back as she kisses her partner with painstaking gratitude.

  What woman wouldn’t go mad at the small gift that her husband has organized?

  Calling the attractive Reed a small surprise comes up so very, very short. She burns in desire at such a surprise and the need rises up her legs.

  “Love, Blue Hawaiian to start?”

  “I’d love it!”

  “Reed?”

  “Nothing at the moment.”

  “Will you take care of her until I return?”

  “My pleasure.”

  “I trust you,” he replied smiling. “I’ll be at the bar. Don’t wait for me to begin. I’ll take enough time to enjoy the show when I return.”

  Reed didn’t wait. He grips the woman, drawing her directly to his hard body, which awaits her anxiously. She holds on to his strong arms and eagerly nibbles the full manly lips that are offered on a silver platter.

  “I want you...” She sweetly whispers.

  “Tonight I'm your gift. You can play with me until you get tired.”

  The blonde eagerly strokes and begins to open the package and enjoy the so longed for prize.

  “You are the most glorious of gifts.”

  Both caressed each other sensually and without any shyness. The woman entangles her hands in Reed's unruly hair with impatient anguish. She wants to play with her wonderful present and doesn’t want to wait. The beauty rubs against his virile member. She tries to make him submit to her power, she wants to be the owner of his passion, she caresses and stimulates him daringly but he doesn’t allow it. She is a wild beast but Reed is the lion tamer.

  “Oh...” The woman sighs when she begins to receive a trail of small bites on her neck.

  With little delicacy and without warning, her sweet body is trapped against the table and devoured by a man who shows her perfectly who governs the situation.

  He doesn’t play he attacks. Reed is the master and lord of his desires. He will never lose his head for anything or anyone.

  The sensual music is intoxicating. The soft moans of couples close by as they intertwine insolently with the clash of bodies hungry for passion. The atmosphere smells of lust and debauchery. The Temple of Passions is the perfect place to enjoy. It invites pleasures and offers free rein to a sexuality hidden under the prejudices of society.

  Reed is a VIP member of the room. The Temple of Passions is his usual way of getting pleasure without compromise. Sex without feelings. That is the only trip allowed to a traveler who still bleeds with embarrassment and pain.

  His body is ready to begin the celebration. His rough hands circle the delicate waist demonstrating the intensity of his desire and the young girl moans as she touches his skin. A male body joins the couple and molds himself to the delicate back of the young woman. The excited man caresses her rounded breasts and the blonde moans impatiently.

  Honey, shall we leave with Reed? The cinnamon room awaits us.

  Mmm.

  Reed clings to her narrow waist and rubs his erection on the short miniskirt trying to get an answer. It’s not in a condition to wait longer.

  “Yes.... Yes.”

  “Does it look like my sweet wife wants to receive her birthday present?”

  “Let's not make her wait.” He said husky with passion.

  Both men lead the excited woman into the corridor. They go through a crowded room with a busy sexual activity and walk impatiently to the cinnamon room. In that place their gangbang awaits them.

  The married couple comes in first and Reed closes the door behind them his eyes consumed with a desire he can barely satisfy. For Reed, sex only represents mere petty crumbs of something he will never feel.

  —————————-

  Not far from there...

  “It was an accident! He shouldn’t have been there... I didn’t want to. It was not my intention.”

  The shadow in the dark moved nervously from one side to the other as he riled his hair. The man of strong build, who is in the opposite corner of the room, caresses the relic in his hands without paying much attention to the suffering of others.

  “Krasivya...” Murmur admired.

  “Yes, it's beautiful, but at what price?”

  The figure in the shadow fell on the sofa trying to hide the remorse of the darkness of the night.

  “Friend, you no control the destiny, that man not accept reasons.”

  “I not want to kill him.” He shouted obfuscated.

  “Nichego ne popishesh.”

  “You're right, I could not do anything else but...”

  “You no worry anymore. That man is idiot and no act like that. You and me be rich soon. We go to my hotel. There vodka and good company it make you forget!”

  The big man led the bereaved man to the door while he enjoyed his new collection piece. With it they would get enough wads of money to forget quickly meddling, stupid corpses.

  “Good future awaits us, now let's enjoy.”

  “I like that.” The shadow laughed, forgetting his sad remorse.

  “And when you see my women friends you like them even more,” the big man laughed exalted.

  They left the dark room, smiling as they recognized the delicious path they had started together.

  A cloudy day

  Why is it that people never carry umbrellas? Deluge like never before but they run from here to there like ants about to drown.

  I take another sip of tea with lemon concentrating on the image my third floor window offers me in Stonebridge. Today my concentration shies away from me. These are complicated times, my sister would say, and I won’t be the one to deny it.

  Today is my anniversary, we would celebrate ten years of marriage and despite the last three years of loneliness and the previous seven of heavy tears, I can’t stop thinking how it would be if you were here. Would I be with you or would I have had enough courage to kick you in the ass and move on without looking back?

  Life is not very fair with some people and in my case it has been enthusiastically unfair. What will happen next to a desperate orphan with a husband who values ​​you the same as a doormat? I sip another bit of tea while continuing to watch through the window.

  He’s going to ruin his shoes with so much water...

  People move quickly because they don’t want to get wet, they are in a hurry. Why don’t they carry umbrellas?

  I finish my tea but my brain is so busy that it gives me no respite.

  John is dead and won’t return, and that is a reality. I'm alone and I keep going. Time has
passed and serenity has returned to my life. I'm not as bad as others imagine but there are so many things that they don’t know... My life hides too many secrets without confessing and many embarrassments that I can’t finish accepting.

  When I got married, I was a young girl looking for shelter, security and John represented that and much more. In the first years I could say that I received it and, even more, I was happy, but then everything changed. My peace became the most painful of my agonies. Today I’m able to recognize that I never had a golden era.

  Currently working as director of the Stonebridge Archaeological Museum, I have conquered a life that I do want to live with. I am a respected professional, I feel free and I fight against my fears that even though there are still many, I feel strong enough to face them. The sufferings no longer exist. The only blows I will receive from now on are those of life and I will prepare myself tooth and nail to face them.

  Fears are challenges that I am not afraid to experience. John, from wherever you are, listen to me well, I hope you rot because I won’t forgive you!

  “Anne, I'm leaving.” The voice of my secretary from the door distracts me from my self-vindication of liberties. “Your sister has called and says she is waiting for you for dinner.”

  “Thank you. Be careful it’s pouring.”

  Mary smiles, accommodating her generous cleavage and leaving carefree, the twenty-year-olds who aren’t afraid of ruining their clothes.

  “Anne, you should go out and find a gentleman who gives you warmth on days like this.”

  A man? Of course, since I’m a widow, my only worth is gray hairs and canes. I had better shut up. We all know Mary and her blissful female rivalry and although I would simply call her a whore, I’m envious; I can’t express it out loud. Smart women are free of thoughts but prisoners of our good education.

  “Good evening, Mary.”

  I end the conversation by listening to the insistent sound of the phone.

  “Marc! What a joy... Are you in the city?... It seems perfect... Yes! LOL. You’ve got to be joking... I promise. I’ll organize everything so that in that week you are my only priority... I love you too, but you pay for dinner, my economy is not as solvent as yours.” Marc laughs on the other side of the line. “Another kiss for you too. See you soon.”

  Marc Olson, one of the most faithful men I will ever meet. Always there. He’s never left. When your husband is a prestigious international archaeologist, many people call to offer their condolences but over time everyone begins to disappear and you only have three or four people left who never leave you. Loyal and sincere people like my great friend Marc.

  Always present, always there when you need him. He’s the ideal man for any woman except for me, who has only been able to feel a precious friendship with him. Should I give him a second chance? He’s handsome, intelligent and has been in love with me for years. Why not try again? In those months of courtship we were just kids but today we are two lonely adults and I could try... Oh no! I don’t want to be a couple, I want to live, experience and that’s it. Better leave behind stupidities...

  The time!

  Either I start running or Jane will skin me alive for leaving again late. There is nothing that I hate more than her delicious roast beef with mashed potatoes to be cold.

  I run out when I realize.

  Shit! I don’t have an umbrella. I laugh hilariously. And what difference does it make! I am not twenty years old but I’m happy. I smile alone with my nonsense and I hopefully walk out. The future will bring me all the adventures that I decide to accept and I won’t reject any.

  I’ll take a risk

  “Anne, I'm leaving”... It's the second time she says goodbye in the last ten minutes but she doesn’t leave.

  “Is something the matter?”

  “In five minutes the most handsome man in the world will come out that door.”

  “In the construction office?”

  “Yes”

  “And you stalk him to rape him in the hall?”

  “Better in the elevator,” I shake my head while Mary smiles mischievously.

  “Good evening, Mary.”

  I lower my gaze to the keyboard. I get more out of it if I continue with my report and I finish the report soon, than to continue listening to my secretary’s nonsense. The finances in the museum are delicate and the income is very scarce, so I make haste or many of my colleagues in the experimental area will end up on the street.

  I look at the clock and see that it has happened again. Two hours have passed from the time to leave and it’s very late. I rub my eyes, rereading the documentation and it seems reliable, but is it enough to attract new investors? I'm not so sure about that, I can’t afford mistakes, and we need the money. Anyway, for tonight I can’t do a lot more. I pick up my four things and I’m about to go straight home.

  Shit!

  My old calendar and its hundreds of papers fly through the air. Please, what a disaster! After all, it’ll be true and I’ll have to retire. I bend over to pick up the mess of scattered cards on the wooden floor and leave.

  The Temple of the Passions... I read the card discolored by the passage of time. How many years have I kept this card?

  Three... No! It's been already five years. I sit on the carpet while I pick up the rest of the papers.

  John as my boyfriend never agreed with my sexual curiosities and then within the marriage, sex became a train to which it was better not to get on. Finish and shut up, thinking only when it was going to end. That was my sex life.

  "Women like you don’t attract men." That was his usual phrase. Women like me? Bored? Resigned? Tasteless? Monotone? Screw that! I'm not like that; it may have been that way but not anymore.

  Temple of the Passions, I hope you’re still open because tomorrow I plan to visit you and we'll see if the kind of woman I am belongs. I no longer need to ask permission to do what I please, or look for what interests me or try what I want. Self-esteem is painting the lips of passion red color.

  —————-

  “I tell you I have this invitation.”

  “And I repeat that you can’t enter. That entry expired years ago.”

  “I missed the date. Come on don’t be like that. Do you think I’m dangerous?” I give him the best of my smiles “Look! You're laughing. Don’t be like that, it's my first time... I'll only be a short while. A drink and I'm leaving.”

  “I'm sorry but I can’t maybe another day.”

  The big man moves to one side, letting two wonderful women pass by who didn’t need any introduction.

  “What happened? Redheads aren’t welcome?” I say annoyed. “They can but I can’t?

  “You must be a member or be invited by one of them. Beautiful women like you are also obliged to follow the rules.”

  Oh how tender, he called me beautiful... I ate it up. I put on an innocent face as a last resort but nothing. That won’t let me in. I resign myself to return home when a thick and manly voice captures all my attention.

  Oh mother of god, this man can’t be real. Hair, black as night and a little longer than usual, frames a strong and masculine face. He must be more than six feet tall but he isn’t one of those skinny elongated men, but on the contrary, he seems to train enough for his arms to be marked through his shirt. He wears light trousers with a light blue shirt and he is the most attractive man I have ever seen. I wobble thinking about new things that we could try together horizontally, vertically, in the air, in the water and where ever my body can do it. Oh Mother! In the end it's going to turn out that I'm not dead... Fuck you John.

  “Marcus, let the lady in. Come with me.”

  “Reed, you know I can’t let her in. If she comes to cause an incident, Solange will throw me to the wolves for breakfast.”

  “She won’t leave my side, isn’t that right, Anne?”

  How do you know my name? It doesn’t matter; with those big blue eyes I accept everything.

  “Yes I want... I mean, I promise...
Yes to everything...” Oh mother, I'm burying myself in the mud.

  The male god moves his lip slightly. What was that, a sort of a smile?

  “Are you sure you want to come in?” He asks me firmly.

  “I've always wanted to but I've never had the chance.”

  “I'll give it to you.” He takes me by the hand and we enter despite poor Marcus’ disgust that isn’t at all satisfied with my presence.

  We walked slowly so as not to stumble. The main room is in darkness and I try not to fall because of the poor lighting. My pupils are dilated getting accustomed to the darkness of the place. The atmosphere is curious, different, it could even be said that a little overloaded but very appropriate.

  Sensual music envelops the environment. The room shines intermittently and the mirrors cover almost all of the walls. To my right a smiling waiter who without rest attends a small bar. The silver and gold colors complete a baroque decoration of lamps and pastel lights. The smiling couples enjoy while single people are just observing.

  In the blink of an eye, powerful spotlights illuminate the stage to make it shine in a dazzling way. Three women with tiny bikinis begin a highly sensual dance. They wiggle sensually around metal bars, which extend from the mahogany wood floor to the impeccably white ceiling.

  “If you promise not to escape, I'll go for a drink.” I nod without being able to say a word.

  My wide-open mouth doesn’t stop exclaiming. It’s the greatest erotic show I have ever witnessed. If someone wanted to tell me I would say that it touches the ordinary but it isn’t exactly like that. Here nobody shouts out of control like in a bar of hot soldiers, but on the contrary, both men and women enjoy what could be called a deliciously carnal spectacle.

  Some terribly young pretty ladies with tiny dresses, every so often come to some tables inviting certain couples to something that I don’t know but that they agree while they go to different doors located at the end of a long corridor. I try to follow them with my eyes but the sounds of admiration in front of one of the dancers, who managed to climb up the pole to the ceiling, distracted me from my views.