His Desire by Ana Fawkes Read Free Book Online Page B

hands and opened them.  Even though the gloves were black I could see the wetness on them, Oliver Rush’s blood.  “Do you still have that phone I gave you?”
    I nodded.
    “Give it to me.  Then take my cell phone and hold it while I make a call.”
    I didn’t want to know what the call was about but I assumed it had to be to clean up the mess that was Oliver Rush’s fresh corpse. 
    I dropped the cell phone into Jonathan Black’s hand and then reached into his jacket to retrieve his phone. 
    “I’m going to make this call in the bathroom to make sure everything is in silence,” he said.
    I nodded as my hand shook holding his cell phone.
    “You’re beautiful, Isabella Grace.  We’ve done right in a world of wrong.”
    Jonathan Black turned and slowly walked to the bathroom.  He still looked damn sexy but I couldn’t help but wish I was back on his private jet, waking to find myself handcuffed.  It seemed so much easier yesterday. 
    Yesterday, it was sex.
    Today, it was murder.
    What did that mean for tomorrow?
    I heard Jonathan’s voice start to speak when his phone in my hand began to vibrate and then chime. 
    Silence.
    Jonathan said he needed silence to make his phone call.
    Shit.
    I hurried and pressed to accept the phone call.  I would pay for this, but I would take a little sexual punishment over being caught for murder. 
    “Hello?”
    “Jonathan?  Is that you?” a voice yelled.
    I stopped talking. 
    “Hello?” the voice said.  “Hello?  Is that you?  Jonathan… answer me… I need to talk to you… please, Jonathan, don’t do anything…”
    “This isn’t Jonathan,” I said.  “It’s his…”
    “It doesn’t matter,” the voice said.  “Where is Jonathan?  I need to speak to him.”
    “Why?  Are you the one who has been calling twenty times a day?”
    “Yes!  I am.  I need to speak with him, before anything happens.”
    “Before what happens?”
    “Sweetheart,” the man on the phone said, “if you’re smart, you’ll run while you can.  Jonathan Black is a dangerous man…”
    I looked to my left, at the bloody body of Oliver Rush.  His eyes were still open, vacant and long gone.  His arms at his sides, the but end of the knife sticking from his chest.
    Dangerous?
    “How do you know he’s dangerous?” I asked.
    The man laughed.  “Because I’m…”

-10-
     
    I sat on the edge of the bed , much like Oliver Rush had done when I walked into the room.  So many thoughts and questions moved through my mind, things I’d never ask and I’d never find.  I felt cold and alone only until Jonathan Black came out of the bathroom. 
    The cell phone and black gloves were nowhere to be found.
    I didn’t ask.
    I didn’t want to know.
    I wanted to be held by Jonathan Black.
    He came to me and put his hands to my shoulders and lifted me. 
    He kissed me and gently placed his lips to my ear.
    “Isabella Grace.”
    I let out a soft sigh and my knees started to bend.
    “Your phone rang,” I said.
    Jonathan’s body stiffened.  He pushed me away, holding me out at arm’s length.
    “While you were in there, making your phone call.  It rang.”
    “What did you do?” he asked.
    “I tried to silence it but I answered it.  I didn’t want to make noise.  You said…”
    “What did you say?”
    His voice sounded angry – dangerous .
    “Nothing.  I swear.  Nothing.  Not even my name.  Nothing.”
    “Do you know who it was?”
    I kept my eyes on Jonathan Black’s eyes.  If I hadn’t, I would have looked at the dead body in the room. 
    I nodded.
    I knew who it was, the man had told me.
    Jonathan took a deep breath and shook his head. 
    “Tell me then,” he said.  “Tell me who was on the phone for me.”
    “He wants to see you,” I said.  “Help you… with this… he knew… he…”
    “Tell me!” Jonathan yelled. 
    His hands were tight on my arms.  I could tell he wanted to shake me, have me.  Given other circumstances, I would have