Revengeful Deceptions (16 page)

Chapter Sixteen

Jonathan knocked on the door to his
son's office before stepping inside.

“What is it dad?”

“Your mother wants me to remind you
that you and Dominique are expected at the house Wednesday evening.” Adam had
almost forgotten it was the week of Thanksgiving and he would be bringing Dominique
along to their country house in Wellesley Mass; where he planned to introduce
her to the rest of his family.

“Son I wanted to check on you and
see how things were going, your mother tells me that Dominique is still
residing with you,
do
you think that’s wise son?”

“You know I wish you'd make up your
mind dad, I mean one day you tell me to not get involved with her, then you
tell me it’s alright because after all your son killed her husband and child
and as long as she never finds out everything will be Okay.

Then after the poor woman gets
attacked in her own home and kills the very man who not only threatened you,
but was an accomplice the night Brandon killed her family. Now you decide to
once again change your mind and ask me if I think it’s wise that she stay with
me. Are you kidding?” Adam was enraged by his father’s selfishness.

“Son, calm down, I only ask because
your brother came to me, he's worried about you.”

“Brandon came to you because he was
worried about me? That's bullshit, he's not worried about me, the only person
that Brandon worries about is Brandon, and I really wish that you would
reconsider having him work here dad, it’s bad for business. He's a drunk who
does nothing but stir up trouble. Oh and did I mention the fact that he's a
killer too?”

“Son, watch your tone, that's still
your brother and he loves you.”

Adam stood astounded as he listened
to his father defend his brother.

“You know what dad; ignorance
really is bliss isn’t it?” He said before walking out of his own office.

Adam needed a dose of Dominique; it
seemed that every time he and his father disagreed, she was the only one that
he could turn to. It was ironic really, he thought as he made his way to her
office,
because of this secret, I cannot confide in her that she is the real
reason my father and I disagree so much.

Dominique could tell by the look in
his eye's that Adam was upset, she only hoped that he wouldn’t repeat the
elevator scene again, or worse, the corner tryst. Although just thinking about
it excited her. Being with Adam had certainly awakened her inner most desires,
she felt conflicted, she hadn’t wanted to open her heart to him, he was part of
that awful family, he was blood to Brandon and whether she liked it or not, she
was falling for the enemy.

Right now my main concern is
Brandon and Brandon only. Getting into this family was all that I needed to do
and Adam, unbeknownst to him is the one who left the door wide open.
To
Dominique, falling for Adam had turned out to be an unexpected complication.

It was a complication though that
she was sure she could handle.  She hoped there was a way for her to keep
her word to Muriel, and if she could, she'd make sure he suffered the least.
Even though she didn't want to admit it, she was falling for him and she was
falling hard.
Who am I kidding?
She asked herself,
I think I love
him.

“Dominique are you listening to
me?" He asked concerned that she was staring off into nothing.

“Huh? I’m sorry Adam, I was lost in
thought. I guess I’m just tired, what were you saying?”

“It's alright; I was just telling
you that my mother is expecting us at the house in Wellesley Wednesday night.”

“No problem baby,” she said getting
up from behind her desk and putting her arms around him.

“I can't wait to get you home,” he
whispered in her ear.

Before they left for the
Thanksgiving weekend, Dominique checked on the status of her home. After making
several phone calls, she found out that she would be able to return to her home
any time after the holiday weekend.
Perfect,
she told herself, although
she doubted Adam would agree. She had enjoyed staying at his place, it was much
larger than her own and waking up in his arms every morning was something she
had gotten used to. She would definitely miss that.

“Dominique are you ready?” Adam
asked as he reached for their bags.

Dominique thought he looked
delicious wearing a pair of jeans and the off white thermal shirt he was
wearing showed off his well-defined arms. She knew she'd want him tonight, parent’s
house or not, she was going to have him.

“I'm ready.”

The drive to Wellesley was short
and as Adam pulled up to the Victorian style country house, Dominique was
already aware that she should expect the unexpected. What they called a country
house, most would call an estate.

“Now let me guess,” said Dominique,
this house was inherited too? She said with a grin.”

“Yes it was, but this was on my
mom's side, this is the house that she grew up in.”

“It's gorgeous Adam, all your homes
are gorgeous,” she told him. As they made their way into the house, Adam
frowned as he noticed that Brandon's car was already in the driveway. 
Dominique saw it too and put her arms around him in a warm embrace. “Let's not
let him ruin our thanksgiving huh? She gently kissed him on the lips.

Adam felt the familiar twinge of
desire the moment their lips touched.

“Maybe you'll help me christen my
old bedroom?”  He moaned as she ran her fingers along his back.

“Oh there's no doubt about that,”
she said giving him a wink.

As they walked into the spectacular
house, Dominique noticed the strict attention to detail and the authentic
finishes. It was a very large Victorian style home and there seemed to be a
fireplace in every room.  The home boosted a very modern, gourmet kitchen
though, and that is where they found Muriel and her mother and father. Both in
their late seventies they lived in Florida but Muriel always made sure that
they were flown back to Massachusetts during the holidays. They stayed in the
large house, refusing any outside help stating that they knew the house like
the back of their hands so there was no way they would let an outsider in. But
Muriel, the ever dutiful daughter found herself making the trip to Wellesley
every day to check on her parents.

Dominique was nervous about meeting
Adam's grandparents; they were his maternal grandparents who welcomed her with
not a handshake, but warm and friendly hugs. The wonderful smells from the
kitchen dominated the large house and as Adam showed Dominique around, she
couldn’t help but notice the sheer joy he seemed to feel being around his
family. That was until walking up from the finished lower level, where they
would be staying, they bumped into Brandon. Dominique gave a cold hello while
Adam simply nodded.

“Well your welcome's just get
better and better little brother,” said Brandon.

“Don't start Brandon. I just want
to get through this without upsetting mom
  or
our
grandparents so let’s see if we can accomplish that Okay?”

As if surrendering, Brandon threw
his hands in the air.

“Hey, I’m game if you are little
brother, we still on for football tomorrow?” He asked, trying to lighten his
brother’s now dark mood.

Adam looked at Dominique before
explaining, “Every year at thanksgiving all of us get together and play a
friendly game of football before dinner, hope you'll cheer me on. He smiled at
her.

“Adam, don’t you need a whole lot
more people to play a game of football hun?” She asked, thinking that even if
Jonathan played, three just seemed not enough to play football.

Adam and Brandon chuckled at her
comment.

“Dominique by this time tomorrow
this house will be full of relatives,” they both laughed. “We've got aunts and
uncles, cousins and their kids, the whole clan will be here tomorrow and we’ll
have more than enough people for two football teams!” They joked.

“I had no idea, I hope I can
remember everyone's name,” Dominique smiled, “but it sounds like a great time,
I haven’t been around this many people in a very long time.” She of course was
thinking of the many holidays where Stephen’s extended family would all join
them at their home in New Hampshire.  Adam didn’t want her to go to that
sad and dark place, not today.  He quickly changed the subject.

“Don't worry Dominique, you're
going to be too drunk to even care,” he joked.

“Speaking of which,” he said taking
her hand and leading her back upstairs, “let's say we go get ourselves a
drink?”

“Sounds good little brother.”

Brandon knew that Adam was not
asking him but he followed them into the grand room anyway. While Adam
introduced Dominique to those cousins that had arrived a day early, she already
began to feel overwhelmed but was glad for the large distraction, for it gave
her no silent moment to think about her boys.

Later, when they had a moment
alone, Dominique asked Adam if maybe they should find a hotel to stay at
instead. He told her she was being silly that they had the whole lower level
reserved for just the two of them and there was still plenty of room in the
large house to fit everyone quite comfortably.

“And don’t forget you promised to
help me christen it,” he whispered in her ear, already a little tipsy from the
wine.

While Dominique sat in the kitchen
talking with Muriel, the grandparents and the plethora of other relatives, Adam
stayed behind in the family room sitting and talking in front of the fire with
some more of his cousins and his father. Adam noticed that his father was at
ease and relaxed.

He had seemed to age ten years over
the past few months and he had no doubt that the entire recent goings on were
to blame. He also found it a bit strange that even though he knew that one of
his sons had committed murder, he still managed to find a very convincing way
to appear relaxed.
Either this guy is just as cold hearted as Brandon or
he's very good at holding it all in,
he thought to
himself
as he took another sip of wine.

“So tell us Dominique how is it
that someone as pretty as you isn’t married? Adams grandfather asked.

Dominique had to think a minute before
answering.

“I guess it's because I haven’t
found the right one,” she said glancing over at Adam who had just walked into
the kitchen.

“Granddad are you harassing
Dominique?” He joked.

“I'm doing no such thing, his
grandfather replied, if you ask me you’re dragging your feet
  
Adam, go ahead and ask her already.”

Dominique let out a sarcastic laugh
while Adam remained serious and thoughtful.

“I would granddad but I think I’ll
wait until I’m sure she'll say yes.”

Now Brandon was the one who let out
a laugh.

Muriel sensed that Dominique needed
some air.

“Adam honey, I wonder if you would
be so kind as to go and get some more wine out of the wine cellar please.”

“Sure mom.”

“Thank you darling, and take
Dominique with you, I think she could use a bit of a breather.”

While Adam showed Dominique down to
the wine cellar, Brandon went outside, after hearing that, he needed a hit and
he needed one bad.

“Dominique I hope you’re not upset
at what I said back there in the kitchen, I was just trying to make my grandfather
happy that’s all.”

“No Adam, of course I’m not upset,
it just took me by surprise that's all.”

“Surprise in a good way or surprise
in a bad way Dominique?” He stared at her, desire in his eyes.

She knew him well enough to know
that look.

“Oh
no you don’t
Adam Caruso
, your mother sent us down here to get more wine and that’s
exactly what we are going to do.”

She said as she perused the dusty
old shelves filled with wine bottles. “Now what shall it be? Red or white or
both she giggled as Adam seductively put his hands around her waist and pulled
her against him.

  
Dominique wondered why she found it so hard to resist his touch. 
His tongue danced with hers as he feverishly ran his hands underneath her
sweater. He stopped when he reached her already erect nipples. Dominique could
feel his erection against her as she slowly ran her hand up and down him.

  
“Adam,” she moaned, “We can't, not right now. Later I promise.”

Adam let out a low and sexy groan
as he removed his probing hands and smoothed out her sweater.

“Looks like we better stay down
here a little while longer.” She grinned looking down at what had come to life
between his legs.

I hope to god he wasn’t serious
about wanting to marry that bitch,
Brandon thought to himself as he paced
back and forth in the cold garage. He'd just taken a hit and was waiting for it
to kick in before he returned to the house.
You can think about marrying her
all you want little brother but it ain't gonna happen, nope, I hate to do it to
ya little brother but I’m gonna kill that bitch way before you can even think
of proposing buddy.

It wasn’t until after midnight that
Dominique led a
very
buzzed Adam to bed. Everyone had
gone to bed earlier but Adam had insisted that he and Dominique linger in the
family room in front of the fire where he proceeded to reminisce about his
childhood and all the happy memories that he and his brother once shared.

He didn’t know what went wrong with
he
and Brandon's relationship he sighed as he held her
in front of the fire.
Well for starters he's a cold blooded killer;
Dominique had wanted to say but held her tongue. The moment they reached the
bedroom in the lower level, Adam flopped down on the bed. Dominique removed his
shoes and socks and before she could get him undressed and ready for bed, she
heard the light snoring coming from his mouth. She laughed quietly as she gazed
upon his sleeping face.