Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Victim No Longer (Excerpt From "Billionaire's Contracted Family")

Hugging Asha to her chest, Isabella carefully navigated the stairs. Someone was ringing the doorbell like their life depended on it. Evan had gone out to run errands after their walk in the park. She had been about to give Asha a bottle and put the baby down for a nap.
She had a couple of client calls to return and reseach to do. She’d been thinking about taking some online nursing classes. Not finishing school was not something she wanted to regret in the future. Asha should have two role models to look up to.
The doorbell rang again and she rolled her eyes as Asha whimpered. Rushing into the living room, she laid Asha down in the empty playpen. Isabella did not like to answer the door with the baby in her arms.
“Just a minute,” she called out over her shoulder.
She had to get rid of the visitor before Asha realized her bottle had been delayed. Otherwise, she would cry the house down. Adjusting the straps of her top, Isabella turned towards the front of the house.
By the time she reached the door, she was ready to do some yelling of her own. Who the hell thought ringing the bell that many times did anything other than irritating the homes owners? Gripping the doorknob she yanked the door open ready to give them a piece of her mind. When her words caught in the center of her throat.
Tommy…
Every nightmare came crashing down at her as he grinned and pulled the sunglasses from his eyes. “Took you long enough, Bella.”
Shaking off the shock, Isabella tried to push the door close. Tommy slammed the flat of his palm down and shoved it back open.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Leave or I am calling the police.”
“I am the police. I came a long way to see you.”
Tommy hustled his way in and Isabella gave up on closing the door. Their alarm system would be triggered if left open for longer then five minutes. Besides she wanted the neighbors to hear if she screamed.
Like most cowards, Tommy would run if he thought he would get caught.
“You are trespassing on private land.”
He smirked and shoved a hand into the pocket of his faded jeans. The edge of his cotton button up were frayed. She did not remember him looking so shabby or so small. In her mind, he’d always been this tall muscle bound giant. He towered over everything and intimidated everyone.
He was still tall, but he didn’t tower. He still had muscles, but she knew that wasn’t everything. Her self-defense classes had taught her tactics to avoid the full impact of a hit. She wouldn’t curl up and wait for it to be over anymore.
“I just came to see an old friend.”
“We aren’t friends,” Isabella denied as she tried to remember where she left her cell.
She’d tucked it into Asha’s diaper bag when they left the house earlier. Evan hadn’t mentioned when he’d come back and their housekeeper had weekends off. She couldn’t risk leaving Asha alone downstairs while she ran to the nursery to get to her phone.
“That’s right,” Tommy reached out and tried to touch her arm, “we’re family.”
Stepping back, she tried to hide her shock. He couldn’t know about Asha. No one, but her and Evan knew the truth about her paternity.
“We aren’t anything. You are a mistake I will always regret making.”
Tommy shook his head and chuckled. “Is that what you told yourself when you left? Big bad Tommy deserves all the blame. Never mind the fact, you never could do anything right.”
Isabella huffed in disbelief. “I am not doing this.”
It had taken her months of therapy to see just how messed up she was. How ripe she was for a predator like him? Looking for love and acceptance after living in a home that had a short supply of both.
“How could you think I would let you walk away?”
“It isn’t about you. I didn’t need your permission.”
“You look good for a woman who recently gave birth.”
She eyed the alarm panel as a small red light started blinking. Their security team would make a routine check-in within two minutes. She just had to keep him in the front hall.
Asha picked that minute to start her plea for food. Tommy turned towards the noise and Isabella had never felt so scared in her life. He did not deserve to breath the same air as her daughter and he would have to kill her before he could spend any time with Asha.
“You need to leave,” Isabella repeated as she circled around to stand between him and the room Asha was in.
“You really thought you could keep me away from my daughter?”
“She isn’t yours.”
Tommy growled, “you were never a good liar.”
“Right. But I am a cheater, remember. My daughter is my husband’s. She has nothing to do with you.” Isabella saw the flash of anger in his eyes and the way his hands tightened into a fists.
He wanted to hit her and she wanted him to try. He would learn pretty quickly she wasn’t the same girl he terrified. She had something she wanted to protect more than she wanted to protect herself. Asha did not deserve a father like him.
Doubt held him back. She could see that to. He wasn’t sure Asha was his. He was fishing.
“Leave Tommy. You have no reason to be here.”
A SUV pulled into the driveway and two navy blue uniformed security guards stepped out. Isabella felt like she could breath again. First she would get Tommy out of the house, then she’d take Asha to Bianca’s and call Evan. Maybe she could talk him into going away for a few days?
Tommy looked down at her with undisguised contempt. “I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care what you believe. DNA doesn’t lie. Do you really think a man like my husband, with the money he has, wouldn’t make sure the baby was his?”
She was lying through her teeth and she would probably pay for it one day. But she didn’t care. He had not business, standing there, demanding entrance into her life. He’d lost the right the first time he decided she needed to know what it felt like to be hit by a man.
“Mrs. Hunter?”
The guards stepped called out as they stepped onto her porch. She smiled and crossed her arms. He was going to leave this house one way or another.
“Leave Tommy. Or I will have security throw you out.”
Asha had one father. He rocked her to sleep and measured her food intake. He blew raspberries into her belly and read to her to sleep. He loved her and cherished her knowing she wasn’t his genetically. Most importantly…

He would die before hitting her. He wasn’t Tommy.

Jen A. Durand

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