The A-List Collection. Victoria Fox
stop. Tears sprang to her eyes. The world shrank so it was tight around her. She pulled the sheet up to cover herself.
Faintly she heard Nate having a brief conversation with someone outside. She thought she heard the words, ‘Not this time, mate,’ before Nate opened the door and triumphantly held up the goods. She found she couldn’t say anything.
The sex was painful. Chloe was detached throughout, gazing blindly up at the ceiling, silent. Nate didn’t seem to notice as he rocked on top of her, mumbling things in her ear that she couldn’t hear. He tore at her body, attacking her, driving into her with unstoppable force.
Eventually he climaxed. Chloe lay still, eyes wide open. Nate rolled off and muttered, ‘Fucking amazing, babe,’ then fell asleep almost instantly. She heard him start to snore.
Chloe lay awake for what felt like hours. She was unable to get up and leave, not knowing if her legs would carry her.
She turned into the pillow and cried silent tears.
Lana punched in Cole’s number one more time, was transferred to the usual answering-machine and hurled her cell at the wall. What the fuck was her husband playing at?
Struggling to regain her composure, Lana made her way down the main stairs and out on to the terrace, where she promptly dialled Rita. Her agent picked up immediately.
‘Rita, Cole’s got me locked up, I’m going crazy. You’ve got to do something.’ She had been trapped in the mansion all day, waiting for his return like one of his pet dogs. Cole’s security had been instructed not to release her from the grounds until he was back–apparently he wanted to talk to her.
Did he know about Parker?
The heavies were more like robots than people, there was no getting round them. She was shaking with the injustice.
‘Hang on a minute, honey, slow down.’ Rita said something to the person she was with before coming back on the line. ‘I’m all yours, Lana, explain to me what’s happening.’
‘My husband’s got me locked in the house.’ Her voice was thick with frustration. ‘They’re not letting me out. I’m helpless, Rita, I’m fucking helpless.’
‘Whoa, whoa, who’s not letting you out? Cole?’
‘His security. It’s on his instruction.’
‘Just calm down a second, OK? Take a deep breath. Tell me why.’
‘I don’t know.’ Lana took in the expansive grounds, at this moment the smallest place in the world. There was a stitched-up feeling in her chest like panic. ‘He wants to see me.’
‘OK,’ rationalised Rita, ‘so what if he just wants to catch you when he gets back; make sure you don’t miss each other—’
‘By shutting me in?’
‘You both lead busy lives, Lana,’ said Rita reasonably.
‘What’s going on here?’ Lana couldn’t stop herself from snapping. ‘Don’t you believe me?’ A wave of horror crashed over her when she realised Rita was the only person who knew the precise nature of the deal and who could do anything about it.
‘Of course I believe you,’ she said with feeling. ‘I’m just trying to put forward both sides here. If we raise this as breach of contract, we’re embarking on a serious accusation.’
Abruptly Lana heard the main door slam shut. Rita picked up on the distraction. ‘Are you all right? What is it?’
‘He’s home. I’ve got to go.’
‘Call me later,’ Rita urged. ‘If you don’t get in touch before six I’m coming to the house.’ When Lana didn’t respond, she pressed, ‘OK?’
‘OK.’
Lana folded her cell shut and stormed into the hall. Cole was removing a pair of leather driving gloves with the precision of a surgeon. His expression was calm.
‘Hello.’ He removed his jacket and laid it on the side for his housekeeper to pick up. ‘You look upset.’
‘Oh, no,’ said Lana evenly, ‘I’m not upset. I’m furious. I want you to tell me what the hell you think you’re doing keeping me prisoner here. What am I, just another of your meaningless fucking possessions? I certainly cost as much, didn’t I? In fact,’ she laughed bitterly, ‘why give me the house, Cole? Why not lock me up in the garage along with your precious cars? And while you’re at it, why not go ahead and install me with a fucking security system?’
Cole just stared at her. Eventually he said, ‘Don’t swear, Lana, it doesn’t suit you.’
‘I’ll do whatever the fuck I like, Cole,’ she managed, hot rage simmering. ‘And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.’
He frowned, confused, then walked past her to the bar where he sank wearily into a studded leather armchair. His footsteps echoed round the space and she saw he was wearing a pair of stacked, patent black heels. Offset by the trousers he wore, which were a fraction too short, the overall picture was bizarre.
He shook his head. ‘Frankly, I’m surprised.’
‘You’re surprised!’ she exclaimed in disbelief. ‘Imagine how I felt this morning when I tried to leave the house and one of your guys held me back?’ Her voice quietened. ‘He restrained me, Cole. Does a man like you have any idea how that feels?’
Cole’s face was blank. As ever he looked immaculate, pristine, cold. ‘They were only following my orders,’ he said smoothly. ‘They were doing their job.’
‘It’s not their job,’ Lana said shakily, scarcely able to contain herself, ‘it’s yours. But you’re not man enough to do it, are you? Oh, no, you couldn’t even—’
In an instant Cole was on his feet, his arm in the air.
Lana released a mirthless laugh. ‘Are you going to hit me? Go on, Cole, take your best shot. Go on–I’m good at this, you know, better than you think. I’ll—’
‘I’m not going to hit you,’ he said quietly, his arm falling to his side. ‘I would never hit you. I’m sorry, I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have done that.’
Momentarily silenced by his words, Lana attempted to slow her racing heart. When she spoke her voice was soaked with resentment. ‘You wouldn’t understand, Cole, but I’ve been through things much worse than anything you can throw at me. I won’t let you scare me. And I sure as hell won’t let you keep me here against my will. You put me in a cage and it’s the worst punishment I can imagine.’
Cole met her gaze. ‘I had to.’
‘Why?’ Her pulse surged as she remembered her affair. But her husband couldn’t know–such an affront would surely warrant a more deadly penalty.
‘Where were you yesterday afternoon?’ he asked stonily.
She breathed an inward sigh of relief. That was easy. ‘I was with a colleague. We had a scene together and then I invited her back here.’
Cole eyed her. ‘I couldn’t get hold of you,’ he said after a moment. ‘What’s the good of my wife if I can’t get hold of her?’ He seemed genuinely puzzled.
Vaguely Lana recalled putting her cell on quiet for the scene–she must have forgotten to switch it back on. ‘My cell was off,’ she explained. Then she shrugged. ‘And, yeah, I guess the house phone might have rung a couple of times …’
She could see the effect that had on Cole. One thing he could not abide was a ringing phone with no one to answer it–it was too much like chaos.