If she wrapped her words in a box and tied them with a bow, it would be the greatest gift she could ever give me. The most valuable one ever.
“We will make a good team, angel.”
I reassure her, and she nods, pulling me in deeper, her face pressed against my shoulder.
Emotion swirls around us as we make love this time. It’s not fucking anymore, it’s way deeper than that. It’s no longer business, this is way more than that and as Tiffany cries my name, her pussy milking my cock, I swear I see stars. The demons that always surround me are notably absent, and as I come inside my wife, my world shifts on its axis and my future is set.
CHAPTER 41
TIFFANY
Joseph grips my hand tightly as I struggle to breathe. The white building housing a memory I may not wish to resurrect.
“You’ll be okay.”
He attempts to reassure me as we head up the steps toward the open double doors.
The Prioryis the name on the brass plaque by the door, and I take a deep breath because somewhere inside is my mother.
Priscilla Van Der Hudson, then Zaferelli, now Stone who married a banker by all accounts. Was it for security, his money, or was she afraid of something?
My issues of abandonment are strong and have clouded my curiosity.
She left me.
She never came back, and yet here she is, locked away for her addiction to alcohol and drugs. Broken, a wreck even. What will I find?
There is a woman at the reception who smiles with curiosity.
“May I help you?”
Joseph steps forward, his gaze blank, his eyes stormy, causing her to back away slightly.
“Priscilla Stone. Her daughter wishes to visit.”
The woman glances at her screen and nods, a troubled expression on her face.
“I have the appointment here.”
She glances at me with a curious half-smile.
“You’re her daughter.”
“I am.”
I find my voice, and she sighs.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but well, Priscilla can be a little difficult. If she, well, is, please call the staff immediately.”
My heart drops. “Is she—?” I choose my word carefully. “Unhinged?”
“Aren’t we all?”
Her words do little to reassure, and Joseph huffs, “It will be fine. We won’t be staying long, anyway.”
The woman pushes a visitor’s book our way.
“Please sign in while I arrange the lanyards.”
