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
Selena’s head was spinning. She had come straight home to meet Bruce and she walked in on Christopher stating he knew everything and they were suckered by her. “Well, look who it is,” Christopher sang sarcastically. “The little woman.” Selena stepped into the study. It was obvious he knew about her pregnancy, but how? Bruce obviously didn’t tell him. He looked just as surprised by Christopher’s statement as she was. “Bruce, please leave me alone with my wife,” Christopher said and stood. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” Bruce said with hes
Bruce only heard shouting coming from the study. When the doors opened, Christopher strode out like a man on a mission. His face was red and fire was in his eyes. Bruce called out to him as he chased him out the front door. Christopher acted like he didn’t hear him as he walked to his Lexus. It was the same make and model as Selena’s just a different color. He slammed into the car a sped off. Bruce mumbled to himself as he jogged to the study. He was taken aback when he had seen Selena huddled on the floor hugging herself, crying uncontrollably. William had knelt down next to her, trying to find out what was wrong. “William,” Bruce said as he walked into the room. “I’ll take care of her. Collect the staff into the kitchen and don’
The next day . . . Christopher had texted Bruce last night to tell him he was at a hotel. He still planned to go to Vermont today and be there all day tomorrow. Selena had tried texting and calling Christopher herself. He wouldn’t respond to her. Thanks to Trevor’s finesse, Derek did not press charges against Christopher. But, he made Trevor pay a price. Trevor wouldn’t tell Selena what it was. Whatever it was Trevor didn’t seem to be bothered by what he had to agree to.Selena had gone to work. She could barely concentrate. It was so obvious that Desmond made her sit down and tell him what was wrong. Selena just told him that she and Christopher had hit a rough patch. She didn’t get detailed, but she did tell hi
One month later . . . Selena had moved out of the Waldorf Astoria last week and into the penthouse. She still couldn’t believe how long this had gone on. She knew Christopher could be stubborn in business, but she didn’t think he was in his personal life. Selena had done everything she could for three weeks to get Christopher to talk to her. She had called and texted so many times that he blocked her number. Selena had gone to the mansion three times. Christopher was never there. She had asked the staff to tell him she had come by, but he had never called the hotel or her cell. Selena had gone to the office so many times that the last time security had stopped her and told her she was no longer allowed in the building. The last humiliati