Page 76 of Vow of Revenge
She deserved to seek her own revenge.
I couldn’t quite fathom my tears. They weren’t for my late father. They fell in rivers for the beautiful woman who had been more of an influence in my life than he ever had. My subconscious buried her face, her kindness and her life. Something triggered her resurrection in my memory, and it all began when I met Freya.
In the cold face of day, after the nightmare revelation, my heart ached. I was mentally exhausted. Sliding beneath the covers again, I pressed my nose to the soft white strands covering her pretty face. Right now, Freya Beaumont was my everything, and she was right beside me, where she belonged.
A low buzz pulled her sleepy sexy body away from me.
“Dad?” She answered her mobile. “I understand. I’ll see you there. No, I don’t need a car. Thanks.”
Her glistening eyes locked with mine. “My dad needs to talk to me. He’s not ready to go to the apartment, so I have to meet him at his favourite restaurant. I’d better go now.”
I stretched forward, tucking my legs around hers, entwining ours together. “Come back here after.”
The fire in her eyes sizzled. “I’d like that.”
“Spend the weekend with me, here, like this?” I couldn’t believe I was asking her to stay with me. “I want to get to know you better. I mean, I already know that you use coconut moisturiser, drink strawberry milkshakes and white wine spritzers.” I lay back on the bed. “I also know that you leave for work at eight thirty every morning and arrive home just after five. Or that this was the first time you’ve left your apartment in four days. Oh, and you have the best damn lips in the world.”
Her skin blushed like the palest pink rose. “Have you been following me?”
“No… just keeping an eye on you. There’s a difference.”
“If I say yes, then you’ll think I’m easy. I’m still pissed at you for leaving me at Hanley.” Her voice hinted sincerity, but that cute nose of hers wrinkled as she held back a slight smile.
“You’re definitely not easy.” A laugh rumbled in my chest. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
Breaking our embrace, she scrambled off the mattress with white locks cascading down her back like the purest untouched snow fall. With a sexy sway to her naked form, she sauntered out of the bedroom. Although her hair was different, there was something else about her. An awareness of contentment whispered in her steps. We had found each other amongst hate and allowed it to cross over to love. I bolted out of bed and chased her to the bottom of the staircase because I wanted another kiss. Resting my hip on the banister and crossing my arms, I watched her redress, absorbing every shy glimpse, every secret smile, every light sigh. Once fully clothed, she inched to the door, looking well and truly ridden. In three confident strides I was all over her.
“You’re a dangerous woman, Freya Beaumont.” I cupped her cheeks and lowered my lips to hers. With slow leisurely licks I inhaled her into my lungs.
Pressing her palms to my chest, she dropped down to flat feet. “Full names now, Mr. De Courcy? Finally giving up the ghost of, little mouse?” She batted her lashes.
My smile reached the corners of my eyes in a fucking grin of pure happiness. Even the sound of her voice woke up my dick.
“I’ll be back after I speak to my dad. He’s struggling without her.” Freya’s lips quivered like she was holding back a sob. “I’ll bring you lunch, if you like.”
“If you mean yourself, then we have a deal,” I teased.
Reaching up, Freya hooked her hands around my neck and tugged my forehead down. Our contact never failed to resuscitate my heart. “I’m not the same girl you met before. I’m different now, Kaleb. The two women in my life, who were my everything, are dead. Dull little mouse is dead too – I’m Freya Harte Beaumont, after my mother and my sister.”
My heart stopped beating.
The world skidded to an earth-shattering halt.
“See you later!” She winked, flipping a lock of white hair over her shoulder.
The door closed behind her.
My father wore his usual business attire, a perfectly pressed pinstripe suit with the respectful addition of a black tie and matching pocket handkerchief. Our family was in the midst of mourning, but Calvin Beaumont locked away his devastation to the world, hiding his weakness outside of the confines of his grief-stricken heart.
“Freya!” His arms pulled me tight to his chest, forcing me to inhale his spicy cologne that would forever remind me of him. “Your hair?” His brows furrowed at the same time as he threaded the bleached lengths. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s okay, Dad. I’m okay. I’m grieving in my own way, but I feel a little stronger today.” I patted his shoulder with a comforting smile. Kaleb had become my strength.
“Fine. I want it changed back,” he ordered.
“I need this change, Dad. Please. Just let me have this – for now.” I pleaded. His approval wasn’t necessary, but I didn’t want to see the concern weigh down his shoulders.
“So much has changed already, Freya.” He sighed with a defeated stroke of his bristles. “I don’t want anything else to be different, but I guess things change. Life happens.”
