My Life for Yours by Margaret McHeyzer Read Free Book Online Page B

and Jeremy opens the back door and walks around to open mine. As I take his hand to get out of the car, I look behind me and see my security detail all dressed impeccably exiting a van and one of my cars behind them. Six security men in the detail, two who’ll have access to be where I am throughout the night and four to take position outside at various check points. I’m sure G’s coordinated with them. Jeremy, I and two of my men enter the hotel and then the ballroom.
    The ballroom is exquisite and grand. The richness of the mahogany woods and the plush reds with deep greys covering the walls are simply divine, but the stained glass windows that look down at us are nothing short of breathtaking. With the beautiful colors and the stories they tell, it’s difficult to not appreciate this room for the sheer magnificence of it.
    “Come on, Darling, my Mother’s here and I’d like to introduce you,” Jeremy takes my arm in the crook of his and leads us across the dance floor to the side where a bar is set up. There’s a woman who looks in her late fifties with complete silver hair piled high on her head, and wearing a black off the shoulder gown that falls eloquently to the floor, a dress most definitely appropriate for a woman of her age.
    “Hello, Sweetheart, if you required a date so badly I would’ve gotten someone for you. You didn’t need to contact an escort service,” Betsy eyes me up and down with an impassioned look of filth and hatred.
    “Mom,” Jeremy growls towards his mother. “This is Frankie DeLuca.”
    “Yes I know who she is. With a dress like that though she looks more like a streetwalker and clearly doesn’t fit in here.”
    “Well, Betsy, we’re all here to help raise them one million dollars . Isn’t that the figure you had in mind?” She chokes a little on the drink she’s nursing and Jeremy turns to pat her on the back.
    “Jeremy Sweetheart, could you go see if Congressman Charles has arrived yet please?” Jeremy looks at his mother then at me, I smile sweetly to him and wink once, knowing his mother is watching.
    “Um sure, Mom.”  
    As Jeremy walks past me I grab onto his hand and stop him. Turning my body into his and leaning right into him, I bring my lips to meet his. Instantly he opens his mouth and lets me control the tempo of this kiss. The world disintegrates around us as my tongue draws a perfect line around his top lip. Jeremy brings one hand to rest on my hip and the other to the small of my back, his pinkie finger darts inside the back of the dress and he slowly caresses the top of my arse. My arms come up to encircle his neck and I continue this passionate and lustful kiss. Pulling each other closer together, I can feel Jeremy start to swell in his pants. I break away and look into his now liquid silver eyes, but his hands remain in the same position. He brings me closer to his body as he whispers, “Fuck, Darling, when can we leave?”
    “Not yet, just hurry back.” I scrape my teeth down his chin line as he reluctantly pulls away from me. Jeremy leaves his mother and myself to talk as he goes looking for Congressman Charles.
    “So, Francesca, it seems I’ve under estimated you.”
    “Please, Francesca is so stuffy, I insist you call me Miss DeLuca, Betsy.”
    “That’s Mrs Miller to you.” I let out a laugh and look at her with one perfectly cocked eyebrow.
    “So let’s cut the shit, Betsy, you can clearly see I can get to anyone. And your son is most definitely taken by me. It may be in your best interest to run away with that old tail between your legs because I’m sure that’s the only thing that gets between them.”
    Betsy leans back on the bar and gives me a look I can only describe as dangerous.
    “You totally under estimate me, Miss DeLuca . You think I care about Jeremy. Truthfully, I’ve never wanted him, I’ve never needed him and I’ve certainly never even loved him.”  
    What the fuck!
    “Then why did you……” Realisation