Taken by the highest bidder - الصفحة 3

06-12-07, 01:47 AM

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الكاتب:	GKarima
اللقب:	عضو راقي

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التسجيل:	Oct 2006
العضوية:	15026
المشاركات:	10,594
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She heard nothing-Only the clink of ice shifting and melting in his glass.

"Say something," she choked, feeling as if she were suffoca*ting in the heavy stillness.

"I did. You just didn't like what I said."

Little spots danced before her eyes. This couldn't be happen*ing. She'd heard wrong. Had to have heard wrong. "Then say it again."

Baron van Bergen's lashes dropped. "You heard me the first time"

Sam couldn't believe it had come to this. He'd been an ad*dict ever since she'd met him but this...this...

This was unthinkable.

Impossible.

The end of reason itself.

Sam took a frightened step toward him before freezing, un*able to take another. "You didn’t give me away”

Johann's eyes opened briefly, and he shot her a dirty look be*fore slinking lower in his chair and keeping his cocktail tumbler pressed to his forehead, expression increasingly pained.

"I didn't giveyou," he contradicted sourly, eyes closed. "I lost you."

"Lostme." Her voice nearly broke, her English accent sharper, more pronounced. Sam balled her hand in a fist behind her back, nails biting into her palm. "How could you loseme?"

"Things happen"

He was wrong about that, Sam thought, hands tingling, body cold and icy as if her blood had frozen in her veins. Things only happened to Johann van Bergen. "To you” she said bitterly.

He opened one eye, looked at her, deep wrinkles fanning from his eyes. "Since you're not doing anything, liebchen,could you get me another drink?"

06-12-07, 01:48 AM

المشاركة رقم: 12

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الكاتب:	GKarima
اللقب:	عضو راقي

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التسجيل:	Oct 2006
العضوية:	15026
المشاركات:	10,594
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Liehchen. Liehling.Nothing like good old German endear*ments he didn't mean, had never meant. Seething, Sam dug her nails harder into her skin. "No."

Grunting, Johann rolled the cold tumbler across his forehead.

He was obviously hung over. He'd been out all night, had only recently stumbled in. "Explain this to me."

His lashes lifted, his pale blue gaze slid over her, inspecting her, "Is that a new dress?"

Sam glanced down at her cream brocade dress with rich lav*ender and purple threads, the hem of the dress edged with silky purple ribbon- The dress had been part of her trousseau two years ago, part of the elegant designer wardrobe Johann had bought for her before she'd discovered he was deep in debt and couldn't afford groceries much less fine clothes. "No. We can't afford new clothes, remember?"

He grunted again, rolled the glass in the opposite direction over his brow. "you remind me of my mother. She was a nag, too."

Sam didn't flinch, stooping instead to numbly pickup a gold tasseled pillow that had fallen from the threadbare sofa onto the hardwood floor and tossed it back onto the couch.

Johann could mock her all he wanted. Theirs had been a mar*riage of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less. She didn't care now what he thought of her, hadn't cared for his opinion when she'd married him. The only reason she'd agreed to the marriage in the first place was to protect his child. A child he seemed de*termined to neglect and reject.

"I'm not going to him," she said now, "Or with him, or any*where near him. You'll have to find another way to settle your debt."

"Oh, you're tough now, are you? I wonder if you'd be so tough if I'd wagered my darling daughter instead of you." He paused. "Gabriela, my beautiful little angel daughter." He laughed low, mockingly and shook his glass, rattling the ice cubes. "I did consider it, though. More than once. But Bartolo was interested in you. Not sure why. You've no money, no edu*cation, no connections, and no family. You're British. Boring. And might I add, frigid,"

06-12-07, 01:48 AM

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الكاتب:	GKarima
اللقب:	عضو راقي

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التسجيل:	Oct 2006
العضوية:	15026
المشاركات:	10,594
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"It shouldn't matter if I'm frigid since there won't be any physical intimacy,"

"Not with me, anyway. But 1 can't see him taking you and not taking you, if you get my meaning."

She did, all too well, and it was all she could do to keep her disgust from showing.

To think that Johann would wager her...

And to think that this Bartolo would accept...

Sam had put up with Johannes abuse for years and she told herself not to let the insults hurt, told herself his opinion didn't matter but on the inside she was cold, so cold, as if the December chill had burrowed all the way through her. She was there to pro*tect Gabby, nothing else mattered. "So what happens now?"

"Cristiano comes to get you. You're his problem now and I wish him all the luck in the world,"

"Johann!"

"Must you talk so loud? ‘I’ve a hellish headache."

She lowered her voice marginally. "This isn't funny."

He slunk lower in his chair. "No, it's not funny. I've lost ev*erything. My cars. My penthouse. Now my villa. It's all gone,"

Her throat felt raw. She couldn't disguise her bitterness. "Why do you gamble?"

"Christ, Sam, it wasn't like I killed someone." He took a gulp from his glass. "It was a mistake”

Sam stared at the man who'd been her husband for exactly four hundred and sixty-five days and her employer for two years before that. He was an alcoholic, a gambler, a womanizer and the father of the most amazing, beautiful, and once lonely little girl in the world. "What happens to Gabby?"

"I don't know. She never came up."

"Well, I won't leave her here with you. If I go, I take Gabby with me."

06-12-07, 01:50 AM

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الكاتب:	GKarima
اللقب:	عضو راقي

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التسجيل:	Oct 2006
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المشاركات:	10,594
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Johann took another great gulp, draining his glass. "I don't think that's up to you. It's not up to me anymore. It's his deci*sion. He's the one that owns you”

Owns you.Owns. Like meat. Or a piece of property. Real es*tate in the Cote d'Azur. Eyes burning, her throat swollen, Sam swallowed the pain. Intellectually she knew Johann had never loved her, never wanted her, had only married her to keep Gabby's mother's family from taking her, but still, his coldness, his indifference and cruelty hurt.

"You'll use Gabby to force me into another man's bed?" Sam sank down onto the edge of the couch.

"Well, you were no use in mine."

Sam felt a moment of panic, pure unadulterated panic. At twenty-eight, she knew who she was, and what she was, and Johann was right. She wasn't a sexual woman, not even a sen*sual woman. Despite the wedding ring on her finger, she had no knowledge of men, of sex, or desire. And she was ******* to leave it that way. A woman didn't have to be sexual. A woman didn't need a man. She'd been alone for years but she wasn't alone anymore. She had Gabby. She loved Gabby. "I'll do this...go to him... settle your debt, on one condition. You let me adopt her."

"It's out of my hands."

He acted as if Gabby was nothing more than a tennis ball. He'd just throw her in any direction, toss her where it suited him. "Impossible! You're her father, her legal guardian—"

"But I told you, Sam. God, I do wish you'd listen." Irritably Johann pressed the crystal tumbler to his temple. "Cristiano is coming for you. He wants you. You.Understand?"

She heard him, but she didn't understand.

The idea of a man wanting her was more than she could com*prehend and she stared at Johann so long it hurt her eyes, her mind, and her heart.

Baron van Bergen was handsome and dissolute. Selfish. Impulsive. Immature. And the father of the most gorgeous child with the most beautiful heart. Sam had been a nanny for some of the wealthiest, famous families in the world and she'd never met a child like Gabriela van Bergen before.

"I want to see him," she choked, "I want to see him now."

"He's coming later, Sam."

"I won't wait. I must see him now. I must speak to him now—"

"And tell me what?" The voice drawled from the doorway and even without looking Sam recognized the voice. Cristiano Bartolo. The devil had arrived.

06-12-07, 01:53 AM

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الكاتب:	GKarima
اللقب:	عضو راقي

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التسجيل:	Oct 2006
العضوية:	15026
المشاركات:	10,594
الجنس	أنثى
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نقاط التقييم:	2934