The Owners: His Obsession Part 13

"Hi, it's just me. I wanted to check in."

"You couldn't stay away too long. Are you missing me?" she asked.

He glanced around the room, his temper calming down the moment she began to talk. "You have no idea how much I'm missing you. How come you couldn't get to the phone?"

"I was sucked into college work. I have this paper to write. When I get interested in it, I can't do anything but work. That's the way I am." She chuckled.

"I'm glad."

"My sister is going to be at my parents' next weekend. She wants to meet you."

"It should be fun," he said. Every word she spoke allowed him the chance to completely calm down.

"Yeah? What if you see her and decide you like her more than me?"

"That would never be possible." He knew there was no other woman on the planet for him.

"How do you know?" she asked. Stephen heard the doubt in her voice.

"When I'm with you do you really think I could pa.s.s you over for someone else?"

"You haven't met her."

He sighed. "She wasn't the woman who came for the job interview to clean my house. Also, she hasn't put up with my temper and made me work for a conversation. You do all of those things."

"What about s.e.x?"

"Are you seeking a compliment?" he asked.

"Always."

He laughed at her playful tone. "If you're ever in doubt of my affection, touch the pendant I gave you."

There was rustling, and he knew she was touching the necklace. "It is a beautiful necklace."

"I would not give that to any woman in my life. I gave it to you." He sensed her smile down the line.

"Will it always be like this?" she asked.

"Yes. The only difference between now and the future is I'll be sitting by you when we're talking."

James came to the door and gestured for him to hurry up.

"I've got to go. I'll be home soon."

"Okay, I'll miss you."

He hung up wanting to say so much more to her. Stephen shut the phone then walked out the door to find James waiting for him.

"Are you okay?" James asked.

Stephen nodded. "I'll get by. Are they all here?"

"Yes," James said. Stephen followed the other man out of the room then down the hall. They were inside a small room with a pool table. Cadeon sat at the bar nursing a beer. Tate and Kevin looked worried.

All the men stood when he entered.

"What's going on? We heard you went to see Rebecca. What's going on?" Kevin asked.

"It would seem Lloyd Black has other business ventures," Stephen said. "He was involved with Dominic in some way, and he's going to do everything he can to bring down the two clubs."

Cadeon took a long swig of his beer.

"But he signed one of those forms keeping the club protected," Sean said as way of an argument.

"You've met Lloyd. Do you really think he'd give a s.h.i.t about a piece of paper? He's in prison. If he can feed the police or someone any information about this place then that is his escape clause."

They all looked shocked. Stephen was past shocked. He had no clues about what to do. His father would know, but he wasn't his father.

"Then we need to link him to Dominic and the underhand dealings," Tate said.

"How are we going to do that? It would be our word against his. When he blows the lid off this place we'd be nothing but suspects in anything they wanted to throw at us. Wealthy businessmen in the line of fire sells newspapers and promotes people. You all know this," Stephen said.

"I've got contacts in the police force as well as other places. I can keep this story out of the paper, but it will require payment along with membership," Lucas said.

"Membership? This club is supposed to be exclusive. No one is supposed to know it exists," Stephen yelled.

All the men snorted at his statement.

"Exclusive? Stephen, I knew about you and this club many years before I even met you. Your club stays quiet and out of the media because there are men who want in," Lucas said.

Stephen glanced around at all the men. He noticed James smiling. "Is what he says true?"

"Yes. Our clubs remain but a rumour among most people, but then most rumours have a slight edge of truth. It doesn't take a person long to find out what is the truth and what is not."

"Then we do what we can. I need to talk to my lawyer about Lloyd." Stephen stood, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'll reach out to my contacts. I'll see what I can do," Lucas said.

The others spoke in agreement. Stephen made sure to announce to the members present in the club the danger they might be in. Several men offered their services to try to help the club while others left without the intention of returning. Stephen noted all the men who left and would dissolve their membership. Anyone who left without offering a.s.sistance was not a true Owner. His club would remain for the true possessives, like his father had kept it before him.

He left early to make it home with enough time to spend with Ursula. The weekend was looking up, but he still had much to do. His only consolation was his woman.

She stood in his kitchen frying up some chicken. Her smile greeted him as he circled her waist and held her close. He inhaled her scent, and all of his worries disappeared into the night.

Chapter Fourteen.

One week later Ursula glanced over at Stephen as he drove down the long country road to her family's house. They lived in a four bedroom house along a country road. The whole place was usually dead, but with the sudden injection of cash the street was busy.

"What are you thinking?" she asked when he had to stop suddenly.

"I've never driven along a busy country road before."

"Your eyes are going to be wide open by the end of today." She flicked through a map trying to do something with her hands. Her nerves were getting the better of her. She was in love with him, and she hoped her parents liked him. Glancing back over at him, she hoped he liked her parents. The more she thought about their differences socially, the more she felt their relationship was a bad idea.

You can't back down now. You're in love with him.

She shut off the thought instantly. They hadn't spoken about love. She toyed with the pendant between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Every time she had doubts, she'd seek out the piece of jewellery he'd given her.

"You're treating me like a sn.o.b," he said.

"I'm sorry. I'm judging you before we've even got there."

"Cadeon's woman, Violet, came from a lot less." He took her hand, kissing her knuckles while the traffic stopped.

"What do you mean?" she asked. The smallest touch of his lips made her p.u.s.s.y tighten. They'd made love that morning. She didn't understand the feelings inside her. Her parents were protective of one another. Did they feel this need to be part of the other's life? They must; they were married.

"Violet was hidden away by her mother in order to protect her. She had a very protective upbringing in an unconventional sense."

"I don't understand."

"Her mother was a prost.i.tute. She hid Violet away so she didn't have the same life as her. Cadeon loves her regardless. Don't judge me, Ursula. Seeing this part of you is refreshing. I want to know who you are."

"You always say the right things."

He smiled then turned his attention back to the road. She watched him for a few more moments. He hadn't spoken any words of love. Cadeon loved Violet, and he could overlook her past. Did Stephen love her? He cared about her; she couldn't deny that. Love was different. She knew not to expect loving words. Paul had never spoken them to her. She had never spoken them to him either.

"Stop being nervous."

"I'm not." She chuckled, taking a deep breath as he pulled up against the road to where she pointed.

"This is your house?" he asked.

"My parents' house. They own it. Well, they're paying a mortgage and all. This is where I used to live before I moved out." The door opened, and Caroline stood wearing a really tight jumper. "Here we go. Are you ready?"

"Never better. Can I leave my car on the side of the road?" She gazed at him and saw him smiling. He got out of the car laughing. He walked round the car to help her out.

"I couldn't resist," he said.

"I've never seen you this perky." He wrapped an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck.

"I've never been to meet the parents. This is a novelty I'm going to enjoy." She laughed then sobered up when she saw all of her family waiting for her.

"Here we go."

Ruby rushed out to them embracing her in a bear hug. "I'm so pleased you came."

"Of course I would." Ursula pulled away, then pushed Stephen forward. "Mom, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Stephen."

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Stephen said. He took her mother's hand and kissed it.

"You look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?" Ruby asked.

"Not that I know of."

"He's Stephen Knox, one of the wealthiest businessmen around," her oldest brother called out.

Ursula shot him a glare. It would be Tim who opened his big mouth.

"That's me, but today I want to be your daughter's boyfriend. Ursula is special to me, and I would hate for my social standing to cause a problem," Stephen said. She knew he was trying to smooth things over.

Her mother was silent for a moment. Her father, Malcolm, offered a comforting hand to his wife. "Well, I think we'd better get inside. I don't want anyone catching their death out here. We've got the Christmas decorations up already." Malcolm turned Ruby around giving her a wink.

They followed Ursula's family inside. She took his coat hanging it up on the stand behind the door. Malcolm sat down in the sitting room, and Ursula sat with Stephen on the sofa across from her father. Her sister perched on the end while her brothers stayed in the doorway. Ruby came in with tea and biscuits, then took the seat next to Malcolm.

"So, Stephen, how did you and Ursula meet?" Malcolm asked.

The inquisition began. Her fingers tightened around Stephen's. She noticed her mother kept looking at their joined hands.

"Well, Ursula applied for the position of my house cleaner. My last one quit when I yelled at her."

"She worked for you?" Ruby asked.

Stephen chuckled. "Not really. When we met at her interview we began arguing. I knew she wouldn't take any of my c.r.a.p. She was the first woman besides my mother to stand up to me."

"What do your parents think of your relationship?" Malcolm asked.

"I wouldn't know. My parents pa.s.sed away several years ago." There was tense silence in the room.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

The ice was broken, and the inquisition began in full force. Ursula admired his ability to answer every question without too much trouble. Once in a while she would squeeze his hand. She knew her father liked him.

Ruby asked for her presence in the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. Caroline gave her a smirk as she pa.s.sed. She slapped her sister on the leg then closed the door to the kitchen.

"If you're going to ask me to dump him then don't. Stephen is good to me," she said.

"I care about you, Ursula. He'd older than you."

"Dad is older than you. Please, don't make a big deal out of this."

"How can you be happy with a man like that?" Ruby asked.