Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series (12 page)

Amy was growing frustrated. “I’m not sure- whenever you like.”

She would have to come up with an excuse later, for now her priority was getting out of Jack’s house and getting in touch with Patrick.

“You don’t have to leave,” Jack said.

He took her hand and kissed her fingers. Amy ran her thumb over his lips and cheek. The first hints of a beard brushed against her skin. She pulled her hand away quickly.

“You’ve got work in a couple of hours. It’s going to be a busy week for you. I’ll see you at the end.”

“A week’s a long time.”

Amy didn’t respond.

“After the merger’s done,” Jack continued, “I’ll introduce you to my father and sister.”

Amy hastily agreed to Jack’s proposal with the hope that by then, Patrick’s business would be saved and the wedding canceled. She assumed that she wouldn’t have to go through with the dinner, since their biggest problems would be resolved, or so she hoped.

As she turned to leave Jack pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His soft lips were firm and sweet with the taste of milk.

When Amy pulled away he kissed her breasts playfully. It made Amy blush. The longer she stayed with him, the more aroused she grew.

“I have to go,” she said. Jack looked at her suspiciously. “Or else,” she added quickly, “I’ll never be able to leave.”

She smiled suggestively and darted out of the room before Jack could stop her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist if he wanted to fuck her again.

After her car was a safe distance from Jack’s home she phoned Patrick. The first thing out of her mouth was: “Can you talk?” It was important that no one know they were still in contact.

“Yes,” Patrick sighed, “I wasn’t sure you were going to call. I was beginning to worry. Are you okay?”

The concern in his voice almost brought her to tears. It had been a stressful couple of weeks. She wanted this experience behind her so that she could start planning her life with Patrick.

“I’m fine.” Her voice broke a little. She cleared her throat and tried to sound strong. “There’s been a new development.”

“I know, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you.”

“You know? But-”

Jack cut her off. “Listen to me, you need to get away from Jack. He’s not who you think. The things Hunter’s company is involved in… just get over here. I can’t go into it all over the phone. Be care-”

Headlights suddenly flashed in Amy’s mirrors. A car rammed her from behind.

She didn’t have time to think. She dropped the cell phone and grabbed the wheel. Her car swerved out of control on the road. She came to a stop in the ditch.

The last thing she remembered before blacking out was her car door opening and Jack shining a flashlight in her eyes.

8

When Amy woke she was laying face down in a shallow puddle of water. Rain fell lightly on her back. She coughed once and tried to turn over. A bolt of pain shot through her neck and down her spine. She felt dizzy; her vision blurred.

For a second, she couldn’t remember what had happened, then the sound of voices jolted her memory: a car accident. She had been forced off the road by Jack. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling hurt and foolish. Once again, she had been betrayed by a man she trusted.

She tried to force her emotions down. She was going to have to steel herself for what was coming.

Amy opened her eyes. She was laying in a ditch beside her wrecked car. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.

Two men stood by the road talking quietly. They seemed to be having a disagreement, though Amy couldn’t make out what they were saying.

A car passed, flooding the men with its headlights. For a brief moment Amy could make out the silhouette of Jack. He was standing in profile, his arms crossed in front of his chest. The sight of him filled Amy with disgust.

She pushed against the soggy ground and was able to slowly rise with minimal pain.

She didn’t have a plan. Her best bet was to run, but to where? The area they were in was pretty isolated. She wasn’t even sure where the nearest house was. Then she remembered her cell phone. She’d been talking to Patrick when the wreck happened. It must still be in the car, she hoped.

She began to slowly ease up the embankment toward the open door of her car, when the sound of a man’s voice stopped her.

“Everything okay?” he called out.

At first Amy thought it was the other man with Jack, that he was taunting her. She quickly realized that it wasn’t the mysterious stranger, but a good Samaritan. A man that had stopped to see if anyone was hurt. She was trying to decide if it was wise to call out to him for help, when she heard a familiar voice.

“Just a little fender bender. No worries. Thanks for stopping.”

Amy’s breath caught in her throat. She looked up just as the car drove on. It bathed the men in light again before pulling away. This time the light was from a different angle, it lit the faces of the men on the road.

Amy nearly cried out in shock when she saw that the man on the hill wasn’t Jack, but his father Hunter.

The men looked almost identical in profile. Amy was overcome with mixed emotions. Part of her was happy that Jack wasn’t involved, while another part of her was terrified of Hunter.

Questions raced through her mind: how long had Hunter known she’d been sleeping with Jack? Was Jack a part of this? Amy didn’t think so. He could be ignorant about the affects his father’s business had on people, but he wasn’t cold blooded.

Amy pushed the thoughts out of her mind and focused on her cell phone. She crawled slowly up to the open car door. The men were distracted by something. They didn’t notice her until she reached the car.

When Hunter saw Amy he ran around the car to grab her. Amy jumped inside her car and closed the door behind her. She locked it just as Hunter pulled on the handle. He hit the window with his hand and glared at her.

Amy smiled triumphantly. He pounded on the window again and called for the other man to help him.

Amy reached for the ignition, but keys were gone. She didn’t think the car was in driving condition anyway, but she couldn’t help cursing at her rotten luck. She began feeling around in the dark for her phone. Finally she found it on the floorboard of the car.

The phone still worked, but the screen was broken. Frantically, she tried dialing 911, but a huge crack ran through where the nine was located on the screen. The phone refused to dial.

A loud crash to her left startled Amy so badly she dropped the phone. The second man with Hunter was hitting the driver’s side window with a large flashlight.

Expecting the glass to shatter Amy covered her head. The glass however didn’t break into a million pieces like she thought. It was fractured, but remained whole.

The man raised the flashlight to hit the window again when a thought shot through Amy’s mind: Why doesn’t he just use the car keys to open the door? She had assumed the car keys were missing because either Hunter or his companion had removed them. Maybe, she hoped, they had actually fallen to the floorboard in the crash?

She began feeling around the soaked carpet. The man hit the window again. A couple more hits and the window would give. She searched frantically, but found nothing.

A loud boom suddenly shook the car. Amy, Hunter and the other man all stopped and looked at each other uncertainly. The sound came again, louder this time. It was coming from the back of the car.

She turned in time to see the trunk fly open. Hunter and the other man ran for the back of the car as a shadowy figure emerged.

Hunter rounded the back of the car and was promptly knocked down by what looked like a tire iron. The second man shied back away from the third, obviously afraid of being hit.

Amy looked on in shock. Why was there a man locked in her trunk? And why was this man attacking Hunter? The answers soon revealed themselves when the mysterious stranger stepped towards Amy. It was Patrick.

Amy wanted to run to him, but the second man lunged at Patrick, swinging his flashlight.

The man reached inside his coat, searching for what looked like a gun. Amy froze, unable to scream or move. Patrick acted quickly. He hit the man’s face, then the back of his legs, forcing him to his knees.

Patrick reached inside the man’s coat removed the gun, and hit the man in the face with the barrel, knocking him unconscious. Without hesitation he kicked the man to the side, pushing his body into the ditch.

Patrick threw open the car door and jumped inside. Amy wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. He held her tight.

Amy began to shake, the shock of the crash was finally catching up to her. She wanted Patrick to hold her and never let go, but they needed to leave. He released her and pulled out the car keys from his pocket. Amy felt confused. Before she could ask any questions Patrick was starting the car and driving away from the scene.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m pretty far from okay,” she answered honestly.

He took her hand and held it as they sped through the night. Amy was unsure of their destination.

“What happened back there?” she asked.

“After the line went dead I got in the car and headed towards Jack’s. When I saw your car on the side of the road… I don’t know what came over me. I just reacted. Hunter and his pal were in the process of moving your body into the ditch. At first, I thought you were dead.”

Patrick swallowed hard. He suddenly turned down a side street and stopped the car.

“Like I said, I just reacted. I stopped my car and went after them. There was a third man who took me by surprise- cold-cocked me from behind. He took my car and left; Hunter and the other man locked me in your trunk.”

Amy took his hand. She was still confused about Hunter’s plans. Did he think he could kill the two of them and still pull off the merger?

“I think Hunter was planning on holding us hostage,” Patrick said, as if reading her mind. “Forcing, or forging, my signature on the contracts; waiting until the deal was finalized, then quietly disposing of the two of us.”

Amy wrapped her arms around Patrick and buried her face in his chest. He rested his head against hers and rubbed her back slowly. His touch was so soothing that for a moment Amy almost felt safe. Her shame however, kept her from getting too comfortable.

Hunter had threatened her in the past, but she now realized that deep down she didn’t take the situation seriously. A part of her thought of this as a game.

Her mind couldn’t handle the idea of Patrick dying. It was too much. She foolishly wanted to believe that they would win and Hunter would quietly disappear, chastened by defeat.

Now, for the first time, she understood the gravity of the situation. They had almost died and they may not make it through the night.

With the urgency of a condemned woman, Amy grabbed Patrick’s face and pulled it down to hers. She kissed him hard; he offered no resistance.

Their kisses were feverish and hungry. She felt as if they were drowning, but his warmth and strength could save them both.

The car was small and cramped, but Amy managed to climb on top of Patrick. She pulled at his zipper, freeing his cock. It slid inside her fast and hard. They fucked with a frenzied passion. They pushed and pulled at one another, looking more like fighters than lovers.