The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(184)

“I killed him,” I repeated.

Viktor nodded and hugged me closer. I heard the doors to the room open and a couple of security men stormed in with guns at the ready.

“We’re alright,” Viktor proclaimed.

The men lowered their weapons. I still stared at the blanket, now covered in blood.

“I killed him,” I repeated again, sobbing into my hands.

Viktor picked me up and carried me from the room. One of his guards handed him another blanket that he took and threw over me.

He took me down the hall to another room, quite a bit smaller, but still quite cozy. He sat me in a chair just inside the entrance and got down on his knees in front of me.

I finally realized how badly he was bleeding, running my hand over his wound on his shoulder.

“Viktor, you’re hurt. You need to see a medic.”

He tensed in pain and pulled my hand away from his shoulder.

“I’ll see one soon. There’s an ambulance on the way.”

“Viktor, I killed Anton.”

“I know,” he replied.

Viktor took my head between his hands, grasping it hard and staring directly into my eyes. I could feel his intensity again.

“You saved our child,” he said.

All thought left me, I hadn’t considered that.

“With your actions, you have given our child the chance to live, to grow, to love. You made that happen, and you will make that happen.”

I could feel my tears beginning to dry up. Thinking about saving a life, rather than taking one was helping. I stared back into Viktor’s eyes and smiled. Not all my anger and frustration was gone, but I could feel them dulling.

The medics found us inside the building briefly afterward. And, it took a bit of coercing to pry Viktor from me for a while so they would be able to have a look at his shoulder wound. With their examination they discovered that it was a deep wound but didn’t hit anything major, expecting him to make a full recovery.

I looked up at the wall in the room we were in and noticed something familiar.

“Viktor, is that the painting you bought from me when we first met?”

Viktor sheepishly nodded.

“It is. I hid it in here during the party to keep it from drunken guests. I prefer it to be hung in my bedroom.”

It was a pale blue piece, with concentric circles flowing in and around each other in so many colors; it was impossible to keep track of them all.

“I remember when I sold it to you I thought it was hideous, but now I might be turning around on it.”

Viktor laughed.

“It’s a funny thing, that, how our opinions can change so quickly.”

We bought plenty of art over the years, but that first picture never left our collection. And, we never met anyone else like Anton.

*****

THE END





BWWM Rae - a BWWM Hollywood Romance


1

Rae Coleman couldn’t believe her luck as she walked onto the movie set. She had been waiting years for this, ever since her mother had agreed to move to Los Angeles when Rae was sixteen so she could try to get into commercials. She was a pretty girl, then at sixteen, and now at twenty-four, and she had gotten the commercials. Her skin was the dark brown color of mocha, her hair brown and kept short. Her legs stretched on for miles, and her hips were pronounced and feminine, without being large. She was pretty, beautiful even. But that’s not all you needed to make it in Hollywood.

For one thing, she was black, and there just never seemed to be as many roles for her as there were for her white peers. Rae had lost count how many times she had lost out on a role for being “too urban.” She had never been urban, having been born and raised in an affluent Cincinnati suburb. Often at her schools, she was one of only a few black kids.

But she kept landing commercials, and at age eighteen managed to get in a pilot, which tested poorly and never got picked up. Back to commercials she went. Her mother had gone back to Cincinnati when Rae turned nineteen, but the young girl wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t. She got a little apartment with another struggling actress, an Australian girl named Gillian, and she kept grinding, filling in the time between commercials with waitressing jobs.

And then last year she landed the role of a lifetime. A movie. A true blue, play across the world movie.

And not only was Casey Denning producing it, but he was also going to star in it.

Casey was one of the most popular actors in the world. He had gotten his start as a young man in a couple of horror films, but he quickly transcended them and got the roles his talent deserved. He was forty-two now, and he was on the cover of magazines more than he was on the silver screen. Every stay at home mom loved to read about him, and needed to know who he was sleeping with, and what car he was driving, and where he ate.

Casey was Caucasian and had salt and pepper hair, and a dimple in his broad chin. His eyes were cold and gray but expressive, and his smile could light up a room. He had been in the room when Rae had auditioned for the movie, and it made her nerves even worse than they had already been.

He had spoken to her, sitting there with two others at a long table. A woman producer and a man. The man was directing the film. He was older than Casey, with red hair that was thinning. Rae had smiled to each of them, but her eyes kept going back to Casey.

“You’re Rae?” he asked, looking down at a sheet with her information on it.