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.“Have a little faith,” he adds, running a cool, soft finger across my bottom lip.“I’ll teach you, but you’ll be the owner baby.You choose the hours you work.I can help you hire the best staff, it’s all up to you baby.It’s all your choice,” he adds.“Ok,” I whisper blinking up at his beautiful face.“Thank you husband, it’s perfect,” I add.“You, my darling wife, are most welcome.” His lips meet mine, kissing me sweetly.Ok, so maybe this is what he’s been up to over the past month, constantly in and out of his office at home, taking ‘private’ calls.He even banned me from going in there by teasing me and saying he had some top secret files I wasn’t allowed to see.In fact come to think of it, Stuarts been acting weird and secretive too.I’ll bet it’s all been about this, Tristan wouldn’t have wanted me to find out and spoil the surprise.I sigh blissfully, my loving husband – Still feel like I’m dreaming!CHAPTER THIRTYIS IT REALLY POSSIBLE TO BE THIS HAPPY? I mean, can you die of happiness? I have a wonderful husband, a man I can completely be myself with and still he loves me, a man who is my home.We live in a wonderful house that shelters us, keeps us warm at night, protects us from the elements.I have a career I never thought I would ever have, and a life full of love, family and friends.So I’ll ask again, is it possible to die from being this blissfully happy?I can't help smiling at myself as I prop my feet up onto the table.I am in the sandwich shop, but I’m in the back room taking a break.I take a sip of my Cappuccino and marvel at the fact that I am here, that I own this place.It makes me think of my old job, and how Joe’s doing.After careful consideration of my suggestion to give Joe a chance, Tristan agreed to give Joe a trial.I trained her for a couple of weeks before I left, and so far, so good.Tristan said she’s doing really well.I think she’s pleased as punch that she was even considered for the position.But like Tristan, I think there’s certain people in life that deserve a break, and Joe is definitely one of them.I can't wait to see Tristan tonight.It’s his birthday in a month, and tonight I’ll be surprising him with my gift.A delicious shiver runs through me.I’ve bought him lots of little presents for on the day, and a weekends racing at Brand’s Hatch, I think he’ll love that.But only recently did I find out – from Edith – that Tristan’s always wanted to learn how to fly.That he’s actually quite fascinated with planes and has been since he was a child? I was really shocked when Edith told me this, and when I asked why he hasn’t delved further into this passion, she said she didn’t know.So, I’m really hoping he’ll like the gift of flying lessons.It won’t be here though, as winter will soon be upon us, so I wanted somewhere with better weather.Carlos was the one that suggested Spain, so that’s where we are going for a week.Flights are booked, Joe has secretly blocked out his diary, and the tickets for the weeks flying course arrived in the post today – I bite my bottom lip feeling nervous.I really hope he likes it.I can't believe another month has passed by so quickly.However, I was wrong in thinking the sandwich shop surprise was what was taking Tristan away from me at home, he’s still in and out of his office – I’ve never known him be so busy, and kind of tense, so I’m really pleased we have this break coming up, he needs it.I did ask him last night what he’s up to though, hoping it’s not more surprises – I still haven’t got over the yacht - but apparently not.He said that he’s working on several property deals, that some of them are abroad, and that time zones suck! I laughed at his expression and let him stalk off into his office.IT’S JUST GONE SIX O’CLOCK BY THE TIME STUART DROPS ME OUTSIDE THE HOUSE.We were so busy today.I’m hoping that means we’ll be back in profit soon.I’ll have to ask Tristan to check it out for me.The moment I walk into the house, I know something isn’t right.The house is eerily dark and silent.There’s no lights on anywhere.Edith isn’t in the kitchen, which she normally is at this time of night, and Tristan hasn’t come to greet me, which he always does when I arrive home.I frown and scan my surroundings, something.something’s wrong – But what? Why do I feel worried, on edge, like all my senses are on hyper alert.“Tristan?” I call out for him, my heart hammering against my chest.I hear footsteps in the kitchen, and I’m about to take a step forward, but to my complete and utter horror, Kane comes waltzing around the breakfast bar, a smug smile spread across his face.Fuck! What is he doing in our house? I glance at the alarm, the cover is down, and there’s no green light flashing.The police don't know we’ve intruders in our house – Fuck!I should be afraid, for myself, for Tristan, for Edith, but I’m not.My body instantly floods with adrenalin, fight or flight kicking in.All I feel is pure rage flooding through my veins – Rage and hatred for this evil twisted freak.I grit my teeth and glare back at him – What the fuck is he doing in my house!I take a quick snap shot of the room, there’s no sign of a struggle, so where the fuck is Tristan?Kane stops at least four feet away from me.“So glad you’re home,” he says, smiling brightly.I instantly realise I’m being flanked from behind.I drop my bag, clench my fists, and step my feet apart ready to fight them off – Damn, I wish I wasn’t in a skirt and heels right now! But I don't panic, because any minute now Stuart’s going to come through that door, and they’ll be screwed.I grit my teeth and glare at Kane.“Where’s Tristan?” I growl.He laughs, and takes another step forward, I take a step back in response.“I thought you might ask that.” He cracks a smile again.“Careful boys, this one knows how to fight,” he adds, then nods to the men behind me.The two men lunge and try to grab hold of me.Will always told me that screaming is useless, that it just wastes energy, so I fight, with all of my might.I manage to pull my arm free from the guy on my left, I turn and slam the heel of my hand into his nose.I don't think I shoved it into his brain, but he looks stunned for a moment as blood starts pouring out his nostrils, then he passes out on the floor – One down!The other guy still has my other arm in his grip, so I crouch down, pulling his arm as I do, and go to flip him over my back, but he’s evidently trained in this kind of fighting, so he counteracts me, by twisting back on my arm and kneeing me in the stomach – I groan as all the air leaves my lungs
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