Chapter 26 (Rated R-Sexual Content)
(FLASHBACK)
Lorraine was basking in the glow of being Mrs. David Anthony Ward, when rumors of Sherry Palmer's disappearance started to surface.
Although killing Sherry wasn't part of the plan, Lorraine felt secure she had covered her tracks. There was no evidence tracing her to Sherry's death. That is until she received a call from T-Mack Kelly, one of Sherry's old running buddies. Apparently, Sherry had bragged to him about a big score she was going to make, involving David Ward's future wife.
Unfortunately, T-Mack posed a greater threat than Sherry. According to sources on the street, he enjoyed causing physical pain. It was either pay him $25,000 or suffer the consequences.
Lorraine and David were attending a Thanksgiving dinner at the mansion of Victor Mansfield. He was a new person on the society scene. Apparently, he was also extremely wealthy, handsome, very single and a major force to be reckoned with in business circles.
Lorraine decided to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the party and enjoy a stroll through the beautiful garden of the estate.
"A penny for your thoughts," said the voice behind her.
She turned around and looked into the eyes of Victor Mansfield. "Excuse me," she said startled by his presence.
"You look like you have a lot on your mind," he said.
Lorraine looked at Victor feigning innocence. "I'm afraid, I don't know what you're talking about. Now, if you'll excuse me Mr. Mansfield, I should be getting back to the party."
"I'm a pretty good listener," he replied undeterred. "Maybe I could be of some assistance."
Without giving too many details, Lorraine concocted a convincing story about wanting to start her own business, without the help of David's family. Unfortunately, she was having a slight cash flow problem and was hoping to find suitable investors at the party.
Victor listened quietly, as Lorraine told her tale. "Your business plan could use a little fine tuning, but it definitely sounds like a good idea," he said very impressed. "Why don't you stop by me office next week with your business plan. If I like what I see, then you've got yourself an investor."
"Girl, you've still got the touch," she thought. "I'll be sure to do that. And thank you, Mr. Mansfield."
"Don't thank me yet and please call me Victor," he said kissing her hand. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my guest. See you next week."
The next week Lorraine showed Victor her 'business plan' and true to his word, he provided her with a check for $50,000.
Before she could payoff T-Mack, word on the street was that someone put the fear of God in him and strongly suggested he leave town for his health.
With no one to payoff, Lorraine conveniently invested the money into her private account. "A girl should always have money for a rainy day," she said.
By New Year's Eve, Lorraine's problems were behind her. She and David had been invited to Victor Mansfield's New Year's Eve party, but David suddenly became ill and couldn't attend. Not wanting Lorraine to miss the opportunity to attend, he insisted she go alone.
At first she refused, but she could not resist the opportunity to rub elbows with the rich and famous. She was in the big leagues and now was the time to strike, while the iron was hot.
Lorraine felt like the belle of the ball. A few years ago she stood in the checkout line at the grocery store reading about some of these celebrities in the gossip magazines. Now here she was mingling with the same people. "If mama could only see me now."
She had to admit that Victor Mansfield knew how to throw a party. The mansion was decorated with balloons, streamers and magnificent ice sculptures. The food and champagne was excellent. One of the top DJ's in the country kept the people dancing in the main ballroom.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight," Victor said admiring her beauty.
Although her heart belonged to David, Lorraine could not deny her attraction to Victor. "This is a wonderful party," she said enjoying the buzz from the champagne.
"I'm glad you're having a good time," he replied. "But, where's David?"
"Unfortunately, he came down with a touch of the flu. I started not to come, but he insisted," she said enjoying the attention.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope he feels better. In the meantime, would you like a tour of the mansion?"
"I'd love it," she said. "But what about your guest?"
"As long as the champagne is flowing, I don't think they'll miss me. Let's go," he gestured. Half way through the tour, they suddenly made a detour to Victor's master suite.
"I just want you to know, that I love my husband," Lorraine moaned as Victor slowly kissed her neck.
"I'm aware of that," he whispered slowly caressing her breast.
"You understand, this is just a one time thing," she said slipping out of her dress. "After tonight, we go our separate ways."
"Whatever you say," he agreed as they removed the remainder of their clothes and lay on the king size bed.
Lorraine felt like she was in some erotic dream. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned as Victor slowly devoured her moist center. She turned on her stomach and gripped the sheets, as Victor explored her supple behind.
"Sweet, sweet Lorraine," he briefly whispered as he thrust into her sweet valley.
"Yesss," she screamed over and over, with each deep thrust. She lost all consciousness as Victor Mansfield took her to the brink of ecstasy.
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Lorraine bolted from her seat, as the memories came rushing back. "Oh my God! How could I have blocked that night out?"
"Easy," Victor replied. "You wanted so badly for David to be Keesha's father. But, as she got older, not only did he start to suspect she wasn't his daughter, he figured out she was mine."
"That's not possible," Lorraine shouted. "There's no way David could have known about that night or suspected Keesha wasn't his!"
"Actually, there is my love," he replied with a sense of pride. "You see, Keesha and I share a very distinct birth mark. Shall I show you?"
Lorraine felt her legs start to weaken again. "I would have noticed similar birth marks," she replied trying to grasp everything that was happening.
"You may have noticed it on Keesha, but not me," he said making a part in the middle of his hairline. Come take a look."
Lorraine slowly walked towards Victor and collapsed to her knees, as the truth stared her in the face. Two circles linked together like a chain appeared. "That still doesn't explain how David knew you were her father," she said weakly.
Victor studied Lorraine closely as he lit a cigarette and took a seat on the chaise lounge. "David realized the truth, because he found out the history of our ancestors."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You, me and David," he said. "I must admit, your falling in love with him, was a fluke. But, our marriage and the birth of Keesha…has been destined for two hundred years."
"You're a fucking lunatic," Lorraine laughed. "You sound like something out of a gothic novel."
"Haven't you ever wondered, why all the women in your family were cursed with beauty, yet endured such hardship in their lives? Didn't you ever wonder who was responsible for T-Mack Kelly leaving town?
A chill ran up her spine. "How did you know that?" She asked. "I never told you…"
"Why don't you sit down and I'll give you an in depth history lesson," he smiled.
