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wall, even if he wanted to. He kept her hand on his shaft and pumped into her hand. In seconds he lost control, shooting his seed into her hand and onto her leg. He laid his head on her neck and took a second to catch his breath. “That was amazing,” he said.
    She didn’t say anything, and he felt her instant withdrawal from him. He knew she wouldn’t completely understand what had happened. Pulling away, he pulled a napkin from his pocket. He cleaned his hand and dick before putting himself away. Then he took her hand, washed his seed from her hand and leg. “Go to the bathroom when we go in.” She nodded her head and made to move.
    “Hey,” he said. He took hold of her chin and kissed her on the lips. “This changes everything. Do you understand?”
    She nodded her head and walked back. Tony gathered his bearings before he entered the hall.
    Rita Brooke was turning into a thorn, a pain he couldn’t get rid of. He’d slept with her up until the point he’d married Opal. For two years he hadn’t touched another woman. In two years the only woman capable of firing the heat in his blood was Opal. He watched as she walked back out of the bathroom. Before anyone could approach her, he led her onto the dance floor.
    The rest of the night passed by in a haze. Tony refused to let her out of his sight, even as his dad motioned to talk to him. Seeing his old man reminded him of the fear he still had. Wrapping Opal in his arms, he refused to believe he could hurt her. Just because he was the son of a bastard wife-beater didn’t mean he would become one.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    The following week she went out for a walk to try to catch some fresh air. Tony hadn’t been in touch, but from what she’d heard a new takeover bid was happening; and he needed to be there.
    She thought about the way he had acted at the charity ball, about his possessive nature, which then led her to think about what they’d done up against the wall. Her insides clenched when she thought about his hands on her body.
    Smiling, she passed a newspaper stand. Glancing over each paper and magazine her eyes were held by one in particular. Without much thought she paid the man and took the magazine. Across the road was a park. She took a seat on one of the secluded benches. On the front cover it had a huge spread of the charity ball with Tony being the main man of the event. As she turned the pages, her tummy dipped. She felt dizzy and sick. The centre fold was a comparison of her and Rita Brooke. One of the photographs was of Tony and Rita dancing. They looked like the true celebrity couple. The successful businessman and the model. On the opposite page was a picture of her dancing with Tony. She didn’t look mature or worldly like Miss Brooke.
    The caption read, “Which one would you choose?”
    Biting her lip she read the article which contained most of their past. The humiliation at the church and the subsequent scandal that followed, even down to certain rumours she’d gotten pregnant to trap Tony.
    In the morning sunlight, her engagement ring and wedding band glinted in the light. He said he wouldn’t let her go. Did he have much of a choice? From the looks of the pictures in the magazine she hindered his career more than she helped it.
    A couple of women passed, jogging. The tears fell as the enormity of her decision plagued her.
    Getting up from her park, she dumped the magazine and her heart in the nearest trash bin. With nothing to do with her day than to twiddle her thumbs, she walked to Richard’s office building.
    The walk took over an hour, but she didn’t mind. With Tony’s latest demands she couldn’t get a job, and she knew he’d find a way of stopping her.
    Scarlet no longer worked for him, and so another woman made her sit out and wait. She heard him shouting down the phone seconds before he appeared in his doorway.
    “I don’t want that man on my phone again. Get me some coffee,” he said and turned to go back in when