Christopher had ended up staying in North Carolina for a few days. He had arrived home Saturday around five p.m. Bruce had come home two hours ahead of him on a commercial flight. During cocktails, Bruce ranted about the London deal, but he had pulled it. But, everyone let him go on so he could get the frustration off his chest. Christopher told them that they had caught the person who had made and planted the bomb. The guy was an engineer who worked for a local company. He was part of the religious group who had protested outside of the site. However, the man had acted alone without the group’s knowledge. As a future precaution, Christopher gave the foreman permission to hire a security guard to patrol and watch the site at night until construction was completed. Trevor caught Christopher and Bruce up to speed concerning the New Jersey project.
 
After dinner, Christopher and Bruce went upstairs. They were exhausted, especially Bruce. He was suffering from jetlag. Trevor and Selena went to the den and drank gin and tonics as they watched a movie. Then they watched the news. They didn’t head upstairs until a quarter till midnight. They said goodnight to each other as they went their separate ways at the end of the hallway. Selena went to her room. She was going to throw on an old comfy cotton nightshirt with little bears on it and then changed her mind. She was a little tipsy and horny from the gin and tonics. The first time she had gone to his room wanting affection he had rebuffed her like a drug addict offering to get him off for money. But, lately he had been treating her with more regard. He no longer sa
Five weeks later . . . Selena couldn’t have been happier. During the past few weeks, she had acquired her dream job, which was going great so far, she had made a few new friends through her new job, her volunteer work at the soup kitchen allowed her to cook which she didn’t get to do at the mansion, and her and Christopher were getting along better than she had ever hoped. Once she had moved into his room five weeks ago, they had made love almost every night and they talked more. It seemed like every week Christopher would tell her a story from his childhood. Some of his stories triggered memories from her past and she shared them with him in return. As she walked
Three and a half weeks later . . . It was Selena’s first gallery showing and she was more nervous than the artists whose work was on display. Desmond had let her select which pieces to put on display for the event at Early’s. He wanted to see how her taste would go over with his upper class clientele. Bruce and Trevor showed up to support her. Trevor arrived with a date. Her name was Ava Bartholomew. She was pretty enough to be a model. When Selena had said that to her, Ava laughed and said that she had done some modeling. After talking to Ava, Selena learned she was a young socialite. Her father was a semi-retired stockbroker and her mother lived off her divorce settlement in the Caribbean.&nb
Christopher wasn’t sure what had gotten into Selena in the past few days, but he loved it. Friday night they had a quickie at Early’s Gallery. Saturday, she had practically fucked him to death in the back of the limo on the way home from a restaurant in the city. Christopher hadn’t been able to look Ray in the face when they had gotten home. He knew Ray had to have heard them and felt the car rock. Sunday, she had woken him up by sucking his cock and they made love like wild beasts as she whispered about the dirty things she wanted him to do to her in his ear – and he did them. Once they got to St. Joseph’s for mass, he felt like he had to go to confession and he wasn’t even Catholic. Sunday night, they couldn’t make it to the bed. Christopher had pushed her against the wall in the hallway and had his way with her. This morning, he had been in the shower and she had ambushed
Selena had woken up in the back of her own car with Father Bruch at the wheel. When she had asked what happened, he had told her she fainted. She had told him that she had never fainted in her life. He had said today she did. Despite her protests, he took her to the hospital. She couldn’t believe how fast she was called back. Father Burch was with her, telling the nurse what had happened – what Selena couldn’t remember. She had passed right out and he caught her in his arms. He loaded her in her car immediately and drove her there. The nurse asked her a few questions, some Selena thought were a bit intrusive considering she just fainted. “Look, it’s just stress. I’ve never been mugged before.”
It didn’t take long for them to move Selena to a room. Selena was now propped up in a bed and her things piled up in a chair. It was after eight o’clock. She had no idea if Christopher was home or not because her cell was in her purse – that had been stolen. There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said. The door opened to a cop in full uniform. “Mrs. Selena Hudson?” “Yes,” she answered. The cop walked in. He was holding her purse in a big clear plastic bag. “I’m Officer
One week later . . . Selena was throwing up in the bathroom at the Hudson Estate while Joanna held her hair. She had been experiencing morning sickness for the last five days. Luckily, the regurgitating didn’t take place until after breakfast – after Christopher had left for work. She still hadn’t told him about the mugging – or the pregnancy. Selena rocked back on her knees. Hoping the wretched experience was over for the morning. Her stomach wasn’t queasy anymore, but she felt light headed. Joanna handed Selena a wet wash cloth. Selena opened the cloth and draped it over h
Bruce had come home early to talk to Selena. She hadn’t come home from volunteering at the soup kitchen yet. He hoped to convince Selena to tell Christopher everything today. It had been a week – way longer than the few days Selena had said she needed. Plus, the mugger had been caught. His connection at the NYPD had called him personally this morning and told him. Bruce had texted Selena to let her know and asked for her to meet him when she left the soup kitchen. Bruce had tried to get Selena to stop volunteering there after the mugging, but Selena wouldn’t hear of it. Plus, Father Burch had set a new rule that all volunteers had to leave two at a time for safety reasons. He could only protest so much. Selena was Christopher’s wife – not his. Bruce had to clue Christopher in and let him handle Selena’s