Jordan told Suzanne he wanted them
to get remarried in an effort to stabalize their family
and return to a normal life. Heather's psychiatrist
informed Suzanne that he thought it was time for her
to visit. After spending time with her increasingly
mentally disturbed daughter, Suzanne became filled
with guilt over her affair with Brett. She later
told a heartbroken Brett that she had accepted Jordan's
proposal. Bryan discovered that David had filed
a new will with Kenny acting as his attorney. Jackie
videotaped Kenny with a call girl and then blackmailed
him into giving her a copy. In the will, David
left his entire estate, worth billions, to Brooke. As
Stormy, Kyle, and the cast and crew of House of Palms
prepared to leave for Acapulco, Jackie sent Steven along
to spy for her. A visit from Kyle gave Alex false
hope about their future. Stormy said a tearful
goodbye to Alex, still unsure of her decision to adopt
a baby. Miranda had a panic attack after she and
David dove off of a helecopter, and David tenderly calmed
her down. Later, over dinner, he let it slip that
he was dying. A devastated Miranda raced out of the
restaurant in tears. Alex went to the airport
to meet the court officials from Malawi who were handling
her adoption. When she spotted Kyle and Brooke
kissing, she became devastated and took two potent painkillers.
more than one occasion that atypically rainy morning, Jackie Blackthorne found
herself glancing through the glass wall separating her office from
Brooke’s. As hard as she tried, she
couldn’t concentrate on a single thing, her mind fixated on the contents of
She still hadn’t
wrapped her head around the fact that he was giving her everything.
Not just one hotel, a house, or a tidy sum of cash No, he was giving her all of it. Twenty-some
properties ranging from a small boutique hotel in Aspen
to a sprawling beach resort in Aruba. A portfolio worth billions.
All for Brooke.
The woman who had
already taken so much from her. Her
marriage, her son’s loyalty, her father’s studio, a portion of Moonshadows. And now that David was dying, she’d take the
rest of it.
How she hated
It wasn’t until
Brooke was knocking on the glass door with a permanent scowl on her face that
she realized she’d been staring. Moments
later, her enemy was standing in her doorway.
“Is there some
reason you’ve been staring into my office all morning?” Brooke demanded.
“I beg your
“In case you
haven’t noticed, this is glass,” Brooke said, gesturing to the wall separating
their offices. “I can see right in here,
Jackie, and you’ve been glaring at me for the past two hours. Do I need to be worried that you’ve got
another scheme brewing?”
Dropping her pen to
the desk, she shot up out of her chair and approached the credenza where she
poured herself a cup of strong coffee.
“Are you having a stroke?” she asked, shaking two packets of sweetener
in her hand. “I have better things to do
than stare into your office.”
“I can see you,”
Brooke singsonged, arms folded across her white Chanel pantsuit.
have extra time on your hands,” Jackie told her. “You’re imagining things. I, on the other hand, have a lot of work to
do, so if you’ll excuse me…”
Brooke rolled her
eyes and backed up to the doorway. “Just
try to keep your eyes to yourself. I don’t
appreciate being watched like a hawk.”
After she’d gone,
Jackie compulsively stirred her coffee.
How she loathed her. She was
determined to keep her from inheriting anything else from her. There had to be a way to deal with Brooke
went to the phone and called David. He
seemed distracted by her call. Still,
she insisted he meet her for lunch on neutral territory. The Yacht Club. She still refused to set foot on Moonshadows
again now that Renee DeWitt was in charge.
After he grudgingly agreed, she hung up and looked back into Brooke’s
Maybe there was
still a way to stop this madness from happening.
Suzanne’s first wedding to Jordan,
the sun was shining and the birds were singing.
The ceremony and reception took place on the lawn of Jonas Lamont’s
mansion in the Hollywood Hills. He and Jordan’s
mother, Lola, were married at the time so she insisted on organizing the whole
thing. Besides, Lola had been
campaigning for them to hook up since they met at a garden party at the mansion
in 1981. Everyone was in
attendance. Movie stars, models,
politicians, even an astronaut who’d been to the moon and back. James, Alex, Nathan, Troy, Renee, Kenny. They were all there to celebrate their union
as man and wife.
second wedding was mere minutes away and was polar opposites from the huge
event that Lola had masterminded nearly thirty years before. The rain came down in buckets from a grey,
atmospheric sky. There would be no
reception, and the ceremony was taking place at City Hall in front of a Justice
of the Peace. Aside from her and the
groom, the only attendees were Benji and Renee and Kenny. It was better that way anyway. Their first wedding was based on passion and
deep seeded love. The second, a
desperate attempt at regaining some normalcy.
was it to ease her feelings of guilt over her affair with Brett?
had been genuinely shocked by their announcement upon their return from seeing
Heather in San Francisco.
you fucking kidding me?” he’d asked when they told him together. “Why would you get married again?”
we love each other,” Jordan
had told him.
always,” Suzanne had insisted. “We only
just realized what we were missing.”
she really tell herself that and believe it?
She cared for Jordan
very much. He was attractive, kind, and
caring. It wasn’t a stretch that she
could still love him. Was she in love with him? No.
But was that really important at this stage in her life? The important thing was their family and
creating a sense of stability in their lives.
was it to try and forget about the passion she felt with Brett?
her oldest friend, had been thrilled.
They thought it was amazing that they’d both reunited with their ex’s at
the same time. Not that Renee was ready
to get remarried anytime soon. She made
a point of letting Kenny know he was on a trial run. It had been a week and so far he hadn’t made
any slips. Not that she knew of, anyway.
in the corridor outside the judge’s chambers, the group was
uncharacteristically quiet. Renee and
Kenny were seated in a row of tweed chairs, Benji was leaning against the wall
loosening his tie and unbuttoning his top shirt button, and Suzanne and Jordan
stood happily between them all, her in a champagne skirt and jacket and him in
a charcoal suit. When the bailiff
emerged from the room, they all turned to look.
ready?” he asked.
at Suzanne, squeezing her hand. “Ready?”
he asked her.
nodded, following him inside. Renee and
Kenny went in after them. Benji hung
back momentarily, his attention directed down the corridor where a figure
passed by in stealth mode. He strained
to see who it was, certain he’d recognized his face amidst the blur of
into a recess in the wall, Brett closed his eyes and fought back the stinging
tears. He didn’t know why he came. Jordan had invited him, presumably
because he was family, but the thought of watching them exchange vows was
enough to make his gut hurt. Still, he
showed up. Maybe to see if they actually
went through with it. Or maybe hoping Suzanne
would see him and realize she was making a mistake. But once he arrived, he could do nothing but
watch from afar. He remained hidden
around the corner, watching as they all gathered in preparation for the
exchange of vows.
they were all inside, he realized there was nothing he could do. They were going to get married, one more road
block keeping him from being with her.
As if his own marriage to Heather wasn’t enough of one.
he turned and started down the hall to the exit. Benji watched him go, curious as to why he’d
came and left without a word.
over the sight of Kyle and Brooke kissing in the corridor at LAX, Alex flew
into a tailspin, having downed two potent painkillers and gulped down a
martini at an airport bar. Her
intentions were to wait for the Malawi
court officials, escort them with Kenny to her showcase apartment in Beverly Hills, and
impress them with her level headed nature.
But in light of that morning’s events, things had taken a different
minute Kenny arrived from city hall, he spotted her, stumbling down the crowded
corridor. Immediately he knew she was
blasted. Quickly, he called James, the
only person he could think of. It was a
code red emergency.
acted quickly, intercepting her outside the bar and wrapping his arm around her
waist in an effort to keep her upright.
She spoke slowly, her eyes half-closed and her breath reeking of
are we going?” she demanded as he led her to the exit. “Kenny, the people from Malawi just
landed. I have to go meet them.”
in no condition to meet anyone,” he said sternly. People passing by gawked at her, her response
being a toothy smile which she flashed effortlessly.
no!” she insisted, pulling away from him.
many pills did you take?”
looked at her purse and shrugged. “I
don’t know, but I feel better now. I
promise. Just let me go.”
minute he did, she began to collapse to the floor. Quickly, he propped her up again and
continued leading her through the terminal. The packed corridors held them up
for several minutes, and when they finally emerged into the rainy morning, the
limo driver jumped out of the waiting car.
Reynolds, are you okay?” he asked.
she’s not,” Kenny told him. “You need to
take her home right away.”
the driver could get her into the back of the car, two men in business suits
emerged from the building. They looked
around, eyes locking onto Alex, and approached with gracious smiles.
Reynolds, so nice to meet you,” one of them said and extended a hand. “We’re from Malawi. Our office said you would be here. Thank you for the personal attention.”
shook their hands with a weak grip, eyes fluttering and speech coming out in
uneven patterns. “Hello,” she said.
realizing the implications of their bad timing, tried to diffuse the situation
by offering a hand to each of them.
“Kenny DeWitt,” he introduced himself.
“I’m Miss Reynolds attorney.
Unfortunately Miss Reynolds is feeling a bit under the weather this
morning. I wonder if we could reschedule
the interview for later today.”
sorry to hear that,” the other man said.
“Our time is stretched thin.
Isn’t there any way we can-“
fine,” Alex chimed in, struggling as Kenny and the limo driver tried to hold
her upright. “Did you bring the baby?”
men looked at each other in confusion.
“Uh, no, Miss Reynolds, this visit is strictly to see you in your normal
habitat. If the interview goes well,
you’ll come to Malawi next week…”
wanted to see the baby,” Alex said, turning to Kenny with a miserable look on
her face. “Kenny, what’s going on? Why didn’t they bring my baby?”
men regarded her suspiciously. “Mr.
DeWitt, is there a problem?”
no problem,” Kenny replied, flying into damage control mode. “As I mentioned, Miss Reynolds isn’t feeling
well today and-“
feel a lot better if they brought the damn baby!” Alex shouted. Travelers from every direction turned and
observed the outburst. “What are you
looking at?” she asked of a woman with two suitcases and three small children.
come on,” Kenny said, handing her to the limo driver and gesturing to the back
seat. He turned back to the court
officials. “I’m sorry about this.”
Alex said, wiggling about. She broke
free of the driver and approached the taller of the two men. “Do you know who I am? Do you know who you’re dealing with? I am a very famous woman. Christ, my face was on three billboards on
the way to the airport. Now are you
going to bring the baby for me to meet or not?”
closed his eyes, quickly realizing any chance she had of adopting a baby from
Malawi had been obliterated.
appears the rumors about your behavior are true,” one of the men said. “Drugs, pills, public drunkenness. I’m sorry, Miss Reynolds, but the interview
is off. We will return to Malawi and
inform the court you are not fit to adopt a child.”
dare you?” Alex gasped, tears forming in her eyes. She approached the man and slapped him across
looked at Kenny and straightened his suit coat.
“This is outrageous! We’re
leaving. I’d appreciate you calling to
change our flight.”
course,” Kenny said, horrified. He and
the driver finally succeeded in depositing Alex into the back of the limo. All the while, she droned on about her status
and her influence.
the hood of the limo, he closed the back door and waited until the driver had
sped off through the rain. Rubbing the
corners of his eyes, he turned and saw the men heading back inside the
Leilani was putting
the breakfast away in the solarium at the Blackthorne mansion when Miranda
sauntered in, eyes red and watery. She
sighed heavily and plopped down into a chair.
breakfast, Miss Miranda?” the dutiful housekeeper asked. “I can heat something up for you.”
She shook her
head. “No, thank you, Leilani. I’m not hungry.”
After she’d left,
Miranda sat miserably at the table, staring outside at the pouring rain and
thinking about how fitting the weather was for her mood. Before she knew it, the doorbell was ringing. Moments later, Leilani led Eddie into the
“Hey, babe,” he
said, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. “Breakfast over already?”
“Yeah,” she replied
in a daze.
“Darn. Stormy and I had a pretty late night. I need something to soak up the alcohol. Did he take off already?”
slowly. She could only assume he
did. She hadn’t been home until this
“What did you do
last night?” Eddie asked, finding a bagel on the credenza and shoving a chunk
into his mouth. “You just stick around
home?” Bits of bagel spewed from his
mouth as he talked and Miranda looked at him with remorse. He was the sweetest guy in the world, yet she
seemed to have forgotten that during the past twelve hours.
The night before,
after David told her his news, she raced out of Spago and into the parking lot
beneath the moonlight. He followed her,
stopping her just a she reached her gleaming red Porsche…
. . . . Twelve Hours Earlier . . . . .
sorry it came out that way,” he told her.
“I didn’t want anyone to know.”
she demanded, tears blurring her vision.
“Why keep something like this a secret?
I thought we were friends. Or at
least we used to mean something to each other.”
“Honestly? I didn’t think about it. We were together for such a brief time and it
was a while ago.”
buried her face in her hands, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Yeah but the past few days we’ve been
close. We did all those things
it was fun,” David said, trying to lighten the mood with a smile. “You know why I was doing that stuff, don’t
you? Jumping out of airplanes and
helicopters? I want to do everything
I’ve been too afraid to do before it’s too late.”
could have told me that!”
difference would it have made?” he asked her.
“All that would have accomplished is making you feel sorry for me. I don’t want to be coddled.”
dying! You need to tell people who care
about you so they can tell you how they feel!”
tell me how you feel!” David yelled.
only momentarily, Miranda leapt forward and kissed him hard on the lips. David reacted with surprise, pulling away at
first so as to study her expression. A
second later, he kissed her in return, arms wrapped tightly around her petite
minutes later, they were at his house in Malibu, undressing each other in his
moonlit bedroom. They made love slowly,
re-exploring one another with tenderness and loads of passion. By the time they finished, it was well after
midnight. Miranda laid next to him as he
slept, but she couldn’t close her eyes.
Too much to think about. At three
o’clock in the morning when the rain started, she finally drifted off into a
. . . . . . .
it was pretty uneventful,” Miranda told Eddie once she broke from the
he said, stuffing the rest of the bagel in his mouth and kissing her delicately
on the cheek. “You wanna go out
she replied with a slight smile.
“K. I gotta get going. I’ve got a case. Love you, babe.”
smiled again. “Love you, too.”
the time he was flying out the door, she was submerged in guilt over her
actions. How could she do something so
hurtful to such a wonderful guy like Eddie?
He’d never done anything to make her stray. He was funny, sweet, great in bed, and cared
for her more than anyone ever had before.
despite all of that, she still couldn’t help but find herself falling in love
with David Jennings all over again.
was already seated in a corner booth at the Yacht Club when David arrived along
with a window-shattering thunderclap.
She stood up as he approached, kissing him on the cheek and placing a
tender hand on his arm before they both sat down.
you for meeting me,” she said. “You
sounded a little off this morning on the phone.
Are you okay?”
he replied with a shrug. When his mother
called, he was laying in bed with Miranda Blackthorne. The implications of their night together were
enough to make anyone a little off.
they lay in bed listening to the rain tap at the enormous picture windows
surrounding his bedroom, he couldn’t help but wonder if she only slept with him
out of pity. She’d just learned his was
dying, they’d had a couple of fun-filled days together, and she reacted with a
spontaneous kiss that they both took too far.
The emotions she felt after finding out about his condition probably got
the better of her. He went along with
absolutely no protest because dying was a lonely business and he cringed at the
thought of being alone when the end came.
This, however, was a one-time thing.
sure?” Jackie asked. “No effects from
shook his head with a smirk. “No,
mother. It could be a while before that
she sunk back in her chair. “Well, I
won’t accept it and you shouldn’t either.”
said adamantly. “David, there are so
many treatments that we don’t know about.
You’ve only seen two doctors. How
do you know there isn’t something that could make you better?”
I saw the best,” he told her.
isn’t good enough,” she raged. The more
she spoke, the less it had to do with his will and his assets. While it was an important factor, the main
thing was her son and the fact that she refused to let him go. Tears began to fill her eyes. “At least try to fight this. It’s like you’re just giving up.”
not giving up,” he said, taking her hand in his. “I’m being realistic. Chemo isn’t going to help. Experimental drugs aren’t going to help. It’s a bitch but it’s just the way it is.”
into her hands, Jackie made every effort to pull herself together. What would one of her enemies say if they saw
her crying in a booth at the Yacht Club?
Her power would be stripped away in an instant.
just don’t want to let you go,” she said softly.
have to,” he told her with a sigh.
decided she needed a friend. Someone to
confide in about David and the night of passion they’d spent together. The only problem was she didn’t really have
any friends. Girls from school were too
self-involved and focused on their beauty appointments and scouring the city
for the latest Birkin bag. Heather was off
in an institution for another year, and Stormy was working in Mexico. She couldn’t even go to her mother, who was
too wrapped up in her quest to become a mother again to bother with her
left Brooke. She called her and asked if
she could meet her for lunch, which she happily agreed. But by the time she arrived at Sunset
Studios, she’d decided Brooke was the last person she could talk to about
David. She was his sister and she had no
idea that he was dying. He’d strictly
forbidden her from saying anything to anyone.
With a heavy heart, she kept tight lipped about her latest
Eddie?” Brooke asked as she unwrapped a sandwich at the small conference table
in her office. “You two have been
together for a while. Are things getting
enough,” she replied, picking pickles off of her sandwich. She hated pickles.
didn’t even want to talk about Eddie and her doubts about their
relationship. If she did, it would lead
to thoughts of David and then before she knew it Brooke would know everything. Even though she wanted to talk about it, she
quickly switched the focus onto her.
about you and Kyle?” she asked. “Give
anymore thought to the obvious attraction you have for him?”
Brooke tried to remain unreadable.
“Some,” she said enigmatically, suddenly alerted to a text message on
her phone. She pulled it from her purse
and smiled after reading it.
“Some? So you have
thought about it?”
shrugged, tapping away at the keys.
a trace of mystery to her tone, Miranda set her sandwich down and leaned across
the table. “Okay, spill it. What’s going on? You’re texting him right now, aren’t you?”
Brooke exclaimed, still smiling over the words that appeared on her phone.
to get to the bottom of her insatiable grin, Miranda reached across the table and
snatched the phone from her. Brooke
tried to reclaim it but it slipped from her hand. As Miranda glanced at the screen, she only
made out a few words.
“Do it in the shower…?” she read
aloud. “This is proof! You’re doing him!”
the phone back from her, Brooke looked around the room as if to ensure no one
was listening, even though they were the only ones there. “We’ve been seeing each other,” she finally
told her. Even though she and Kyle had
agreed to keep things under wrap for the time being, she couldn’t help
herself. If she didn’t tell someone she
didn’t you say anything?” Miranda exclaimed, suddenly grateful for the
distraction from her own dramas.
trying to keep it on the down low for a while,” she replied with a shrug. “But really all I want to do is shout it from
the roof top. I really do like him,
Miranda. He’s exciting and he’s impulsive
and he makes my heart race.”
the things that Miranda didn’t have
with Eddie, she thought sadly to herself.
David, on the other hand, fit the bill perfectly. The excitement, the impulsiveness, the blood
racing. All of it.
the sex?” she found herself asking with a coy smile. “It must be dirty if you’re doing it in the
Brooke nibbled at a hunk of bread she tore from her sandwich. “Oh my God…” she began, grinning from ear to
ear. “It’s amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”
Miranda said with wide eyes. She chalked
up her explosively orgasmic experience with David last night to an emotional
one-off. It couldn’t be that good all the time, could it? If so, wow….
now he’s in Mexico for three months,” Brooke said with a sigh of
disappointment. “He’s planning on coming
back for a day or two in a couple of weeks once they get a break from filming,
but that seems so far away. I think I’ll
go crazy between now and then.”
go see him,” Miranda suggested. Yes, she
would also go see David. They had to
talk about what happened last night. She
had to put her confusion to bed. Bad
choice of words, she thought with a smile.
just left,” Brooke protested. “How would
it look if I showed up there already?”
look like you wanted some of that amazing sex you were just talking about.”
chewed on the end of her straw in deep thought.
“I couldn’t,” she said, shaking her head. “Could I?”
part owner of the studio,” Miranda hinted.
“You have every right to check up on production in Mexico. So you fly down there tomorrow and make sure
everyone’s doing their jobs. And if you
happen to wind up having amazing sex with Kyle in the shower, then so be it.”
nervously bit down on her finger. Her
entire body coursing with excitement at the prospect, she finally nodded
eagerly. “I’m going to do it,” she uttered, followed by a pause while she
reconsidered. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I should just wait for him to come
go!” Miranda exclaimed. “I’ll watch
you sure? I can always hire a service.”
waved a hand through the air. “Don’t be
silly. I could use the distraction. Just go book the flight.”
from what?” Brooke asked, guilty over monopolizing their entire
I’m having my own secret romance,” she said mysteriously. How desperately she wanted to share her
Brooke exclaimed. “Are you?”
shook her head. No, she couldn’t. Not with Brooke. Although she did feel that she had a right to
know that her brother was dying. But it
wasn’t her place to tell her so she bit her tongue.
“Kidding. Now go call.”
was waiting at Alex’s apartment when Kenny arrived. After taking one look at his ex-wife’s
condition, James shook a sorrowful head and led her inside to the sofa.
happened?” he asked, turning his attention to Kenny.
slapped the court official from Malawi,” he replied with a raise of his
eyebrow. “Something must have set her
off because she was like this when I got there.”
James said, wiping a hand over his face.
He looked at Alex who was slumped miserably against the back of the
sofa. “How many pills did you take?”
she replied. “Maybe three. I don’t know.”
also been drinking,” said Kenny.
adoption?” James asked.
answered with a pronounced shake of his head.
didn’t even bring the baby!” Alex yelled, suddenly jumping to attention. “I thought I was getting a baby and the
jackasses didn’t even bring her!”
not adopting that baby, Alex,” James said sternly.
how much you know. They’re going to come
back later so we can continue the interview.
glared in frustration. “No, they’re
not.” He grabbed her purse from the
coffee table and scavenged for the pills.
Once he found them, he shook the bottle in his hand and threw it across
the room. “Because you can’t seem to get
your problem under control, they left and have no intentions of coming back.”
Alex looked at Kenny and then back at James.
“But I….” she stammered. “I was
counting on that baby. I needed that
baby, James. She’s all I had.”
sorry,” he told her with a stern face.
“Maybe now you’ll realize that you need help.”
what the baby was for,” Alex said, sitting on the edge of the sofa and starting
to cry. “She was going to be my fresh
you need is treatment,” James said, leaning down and staring directly into her
eyes. “It’s time you stop kidding
wasn’t!” she cried miserably. “I wanted
to show everyone that I’m not a terrible mother! I wanted to do everything right this
time! Stormy and Miranda hate me but
this baby was going to love me. You
would have seen that if you’d even believed in me a little bit!”
only thing I believe is that you are going to wind up with nothing and no one
unless you do something about your addiction.”
her mood changed. Flying up from the
sofa, she pounded her fists against his chest.
“You did this, didn’t you?” she screamed. “You paid those men off so they wouldn’t give
me the baby!”
think you can pay anyone off that doesn’t meet with your approval!” Alex
screamed, tears staining her face as she slammed her fists at him. “Just like you did with me when you left me
for that tramp Brooke Taylor! I was a
good wife! I was a good mother! Then you pushed me out and threw a bunch of
money at me because I didn’t satisfy you anymore! You turned my children against me and you
used me to sell your damn movie! And now
you won’t even let me be happy! I could
have had this baby and finally been part of something important but you
couldn’t even let me do that! Do you
hate me that much? Was I that terrible
of a wife?”
struggled to push her away. She was out
of control. Fists of fury flying in
every direction. In one quick movement,
she punched him in the jaw and he went stumbling backward. Alex collapsed onto the sofa and buried her
face in her hands as she wept.
jumping to James’s aid, took his cue and went for his phone.
James said and approached her warily.
His jaw was sore and he tasted blood in his mouth. “This is it.
You can’t keep doing this to yourself and to everyone else. You need help. Those pills are going to kill you if you
don’t stop it.”
can’t,” she sobbed.
going to get you help,” he said. “Will
you let me do that? Will you let me try
to make up for the way I treated you?”
way he treated her, he repeated to himself.
What had he really done? Yes,
he’d fallen in love with another woman.
He didn’t plan it that way. It
just happened. And who could blame
him? For the last few years of their
marriage she’d been emotionally detached, probably due to his refusal to
believe her claims that his uncle had raped her. She never got over the betrayal. Looking back, he wished it had gone
differently. But what’s done is done and
he couldn’t change it. All he could do
now is try to help her the only way he knew how.
“Promises can send someone over right
away,” Kenny interjected as lowered the phone.
looked at Alex, still sobbing on the sofa.
“Alex?” he began. “It’s time to
put this to rest.”
with her thoughts, she realized she had no other recourse. She could stay there alone in her apartment
while James, Kyle, Jordan, her children, and everyone else who had turned their
back on her went about their lives. Or
she could prove that she was still somewhat in control.
she nodded her head in agreement. It was
an easy choice really. She’d been to the
top and she wound up at the bottom.
There was nowhere else to go.
wasted no time in moving Suzanne and Benji back into the house in Beverly
Hills. Due to the rain, they packed only
a few things and left the house in Sherman Oaks. The movers would come back the next day for
That night, Jordan
got a call that his yacht was flooding as a result of the heavy downpour they’d
experienced during the past eighteen hours.
The deck hand hadn’t secured the tarp.
Grumbling angrily, he kissed Suzanne softly before heading off in the
dark, wet night to see if there was anything that could be done. She took the opportunity to organize her
clothes in the closet in their master bedroom.
across the floor of the expansive room, she heard something outside on the
terrace. Quickly, she spun around and
jumped when she saw a shadowy figure on the other side of the door. Her heart racing, she backed up a step,
clutching to a silk blouse on a hanger.
the door creaked open and the rain began blowing inside. She realized it was just the wind, so she
darted across the room to close it. But
when she neared the door, Brett emerged, dressed in jeans and an oxford shirt,
and drenched head to toe from the rain.
she exclaimed, her heart thudding inside her chest. “You scared me. What are you doing here?”
do you mean?” he asked, beads of water dripping from his hair into his
eyes. “You had know I’d come. We have to talk, Suzanne.”
appeared to have been drinking. She
actually hadn’t expected him to come,
especially in this condition. She
thought they’d said everything the other night on the terrace when she told him
she was going to marry Jordan. Or at least
she’d hoped they had. She didn’t want to
hurt him. After all, their affair
started with her wild imagination and steamy short stories she’d written for
her writing class.
not a good time,” she said, then added with a lie, “Jordan could come in any
isn’t home,” he said. “I saw him leave a
few minutes ago.”
spying on us?” she asked, sounding far angrier than she really was. Looking at him standing there all wet and
heartbroken did made her wish there had been another way. What they’d shared was so electric and passionate
that how could she not? But after seeing
her daughter in that institution, broken and oblivious to the world around her,
she knew there was no other choice.
had to,” he said, coming toward her.
“You can’t just announce that you’re marrying Jordan and tell me to go
away. You owe me more than that. You owe us
more than that.”
drunk,” she said, trying to dodge the accusation. "Where's
drunk enough. And she's spending the night with a sitter. I just
can't be a father tonight."
sorry if I hurt you,” she said. “But
this is my final decision. I married
Jordan this morning. It’s done.”
know,” he said, looking away. “I was
was genuinely surprised by his announcement.
She knew Jordan had invited him, but she never in a million years
thought he’d have the stomach to actually show up.
you know that it’s best this way. We’re
both married and we both love our spouses.”
don’t love him,” Brett said, moving closer.
She backed up, chilled by the proximity of their bodies. She could feel his hot breath perfumed with
vodka on her neck and it made her go wild with excitement.
I do,” she said, turning and walking across the room. “Don’t pretend to know what I’m
feeling.” Her voice changed sharply as
she continued, “you always do that, you know?
Well, you’re wrong as usual.”
not wrong about how you feel about me,” he said, taking her by the arm and
spinning her toward him. “You love me as
much as I love you. I can see it in your
welling, she shook her head miserably.
No words would come. How could
she stand there and tell him she didn’t love him when she knew with all her
heart that she did? It had only been a
day and she missed him already.
“You do,” he said, refusing to accept her
decision. He placed his hands alongside
her face and kissed her longingly.
She returned the
kiss at first, clutching his rain-soaked arms while desperately wanting to feel
him beside her. Moments later, she
pulled away, wiping her mouth and pushing him away.
“Stop it!” she
cried. “Stop following me and stop
trying to get me to change my mind! You
know this is what we have to do! Don’t
you love your wife? Don’t you care about
“This is right,” he said. “Suzanne, I love you. I want to be with you. I don’t care about anyone else.”
Tears flowing, she
pointed to the terrace doors. “I want
you to leave,” she said. “You can’t be
here. Jordan could come in any minute
“Jordan’s at the
marina. I made sure he’d be gone long
enough so we could talk.”
She looked at him
in shock. “You sent him out there in
this rain?” she asked, suddenly realizing how desperate he was to talk to
her. “Brett, you can’t keep doing
this. You have to let it go.”
“Stop saying that-“
he said, motioning toward her again.
“Get out!” she
cried, swatting him away. “Leave us
alone! Don’t make this any harder than
A knock at the door
suddenly alerted her to a presence. She
covered her mouth with her hands and stood, frozen on her feet.
“Mom, you okay?”
Benji called from the hall.
Suzanne mouthed to Brett.
Realizing he had no
choice, he backed up to the door. After
giving her one final look of despair, he slipped outside on the terrace. After he’d gone, she quickly ran to the doors
and closed them. At that precise moment,
Benji entered the bedroom.
“Mom?” he asked,
looking around the room. “I heard you
yelling. Was someone here?”
She shook her head
and managed a smile. She knew her teary
eyes were a dead giveaway to her state of mind, so she tried to cover it as
best she could. “I was just writing,”
she said, gesturing to the laptop across the room. “Sometimes I act it out and I guess I got
He raised an
eyebrow, noting the wet spots on the carpet.
She gestured to the
terrace. “The wind blew the doors open
and rain started coming in. That’s
probably also what you heard. I couldn’t
get the damn things to stay closed.”
“Okay,” he said
suspiciously. “Well, I’m going to meet
“Be careful,” she
said, relieved that her lame attempts at covering had seemed to work.
After he left, she
went to the terrace doors and peered outside.
No sign of Brett. At least he’d
given up. Maybe he would finally realize
what they had was over. It was better
this way, no matter how they felt about each other.
David to see if she could come over. She
desperately wanted to talk to him. She
wanted to know more about his condition and to make sure that he was handling
things well, and she also wanted to find out what he was feeling about the
night before. She, for one, was totally
confused. Maybe it was the woman in her,
but she knew it couldn’t be just a one-night stand. She felt something, and she knew he did too.
Because of the
rain, a mudslide just south of Malibu on PCH had prevented him from making it
home, so he told her he was staying at a cabana at Moonshadows. She jumped in her car and raced through the
rain, windshield wipers swishing back and forth at their highest setting.
When she arrived at
the parking lot, David was waiting with an umbrella. He met her at the car, opened the door, and
gave her shelter the whole way down the path to the cabana. The fact that he thought enough to do it was
unbelievable to her.
Once inside, he
shook out the umbrella and set it against the door. “Hell of a night, huh?”
replied, happy to see that there was a fire going in the fireplace. She was slightly chilled from the short jog
down the path. Moving across the room,
she warmed herself by the warm glow of the flames.
“How are you today? I’m sorry my mom called and woke us this
“I wasn’t asleep,”
she told him. “As a matter of fact, I
didn’t get much sleep at all last night.”
“The rain keep you
She turned toward
him. “That, and the fact that I was
still in shock over what happened. You
have to admit it was a pretty emotional day.
First my freak-out in the ocean, then you telling me you were dying, and
then us winding up in bed together. I
don’t think I’ve had that much excitement in a long time.”
“I don’t believe
that,” he said, pouring her a glass of wine.
“I always picture you flying from one adventure to the other.”
“Hardly,” she said
with a wry expression. She took the
glass and sat down on the cognac leather sofa.
“Lately my only excitement consists of living vicariously through
“You have too much
life in you for that,” David said, sliding onto the cushion beside her. “You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re
funny. You should have the whole world
in your palm.”
He smiled. “Take it from a guy who’s dying. Enjoy it while you can.”
She knew he was
making a joke, but it wasn’t funny.
Still, she considered his words carefully. “So I should take the bull by the horns is
what you’re saying?”
that,” he said, nodding along.
That’s exactly what
she planned on doing. Setting her glass
down, she leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. He went along with it for a few seconds, his
hands moving down to her waist as his mouth explored hers. But suddenly, he pulled away and turned his
“What’s wrong?” she
asked with a frown. “You told me to
enjoy life while I can. That’s what I’m
“Is it?” he
asked. “Or is this just because you feel
sorry for me? There’s a difference
between pity and doing something because you want to.”
“I don’t pit you!”
she exclaimed, jumping off the sofa in a huff.
“Is that what you think last night was?
A pity fuck? I don’t believe you,
David. I slept with you because I wanted
to, because I thought we were connecting.
And yes, when you told me you were dying I did feel something. But it wasn’t pity.”
“Then what was it?”
“I don’t know! Love, maybe.”
“Yes, maybe. Is that so hard to believe?”
“You have a
boyfriend! Did you stop loving him?”
yelled. “But it’s different. Eddie’s different. With you I feel something different. You make me feel alive.”
He chuckled. “Kind of ironic, isn’t it?”
Groaning, she made
a b-line for the door. “Enough of the
dying jokes already.” With a yank, she
pulled the door open. “There’s nothing
funny about it. There’s nothing funny
about any of this.”
With that, she
darted out into the pouring rain. She
wasn’t about to stay there and let him humiliate her. There she was, pouring her heart out to him and
he acted like she was some love-sick teenager.
David shouted, jumping off the sofa and running to the door. By that time, she was already making her way
up the path. With a sigh of frustration,
he raced out after her. Half-way up the
tree-lined path, he caught up with her and pulled at her arm.
“Let me go!” she
shouted over the driving rain.
“Don’t be like
this! What did I say?”
“I’m trying to tell
you how I feel!” she yelled, rain soaking her through her clothes. “But you don’t
feel the same way! I get it! Point taken!”
“That’s not it,” he
said. “I care about you very much. You’re amazing. I just….I…”
When it seemed as
though he were making excuses, she let out a groan and turned to continue up
the path. She wasn’t about to stand
around in the rain while he came up with another lame kiss-off.
finish his thought, he pulled her back again.
“I don’t want to you be hurt when it happens,” he told her. “When I die.”
Tears welled up in
her eyes but were quickly washed away by the rain. “I’m going to get hurt anyway.”
“I know, but…”
“So why are you
fighting it? You said you didn’t want to
have any regrets. Do you regret being
“Then just shut
up,” she cried.
He knew she was
right. They had fun together. They had chemistry. He hadn’t been looking for it but it
happened. Regardless of where it took
them or how long it lasted, he didn’t care.
Pulling her toward
him, he kissed her passionately beneath the hammering rain.
Jumping into his
car and heading out into the stormy night, Benji decided that his mother had
been lying to him. Whatever was going on
with her had nothing to do with her writing class or the wind blowing doors
open in the house. Her behavior only
added to the very odd circumstances of their returning to Beverly Hills.
his parent’s behavior throughout the day had been a totally bizarre
experience. Growing up, he’d been
resentful of what he thought his father had done to his mother. Murder has a tendency to change your outlook
on a person. But when it became clear
that it had been his Uncle Troy who had been the victim, and his mother the
culprit, everything changed. Resentment
turned to anger by the lies that had been perpetrated for fifteen years.
Now here they were,
a happy family again, and his parents
were acting like they were in love or something. He knew better.
Turning out off of
the driveway, he slowed down and pulled to the curb when he saw Brett sitting
in his car a few yards ahead, seemingly watching the house. His brother-in-law’s behavior also
confuse him. First he showed up at the
court house but didn’t bother to come in, and then he staked himself out late
at night in the middle of a rainstorm.
He watched him for
several minutes, and when the black Lamborghini started moving toward Woodland
Drive, he followed him. Keeping a safe
distance, he wondered if his brother-in-law should even be driving. His car swerved back and forth along the
winding roads. But minutes later, they
arrived at Brett’s condo at the marina.
Sitting in his car, Benji watched him dash toward the building, taking
the entrance to the Yacht Club bar instead of proceeding up to his apartment.
After calling Blake
to tell him he couldn’t make it out, he got out of the car and followed him
inside. Spying from across the room, he
watched as he downed two glasses of straight vodka. He was in sorry shape, and he was convinced
it had everything to do with his mother and father.
Benji proceeded to the bar and took the stool next to Brett. His drunken brother-in-law didn’t immediately
realize it was him. When he did, he let
out a huff and ordered another drink from the bartender.
you doing he-here?” he hiccupped, slumped over the bar with eyes half-closed. “Shouldn’t you be at home with mommy and
the one who should be home,” Benji told him, surprising even himself by the
reason in his voice. “Have you been
drinking all day?”
saw you at the house earlier,” Benji said with determination. “And at the court house this morning. What’s going on with you, man? You’re a wreck.”
laughed and slammed down his next drink.
Lifting his arm, he placed it over Benji’s shoulder and nearly shook him
off the stool. “You’ll understa-and when
you’re older, kid.”
understand plenty,” Benji replied. “Does
this have anything to do with my mother?”
Brett yelled loudly as he pulled his arm away.
Several people in the bar turned to look but he didn’t notice. “Hell no.
What makes you sssaay that?’
don’t know. I just….” He didn’t know what he thought. All he knew was that he and his
mother used to
seem close and now he appeared to be keeping his distance. Maybe his father had ordered it. He was relatively possessive of his
Jared the bartender said to Benji. “You
want to take your friend home? He’s
starting to make the other guests nervous.”
just what he wanted. Chaperone for a
drunk mess. Still, what could he
do? Leave him there? It was only a short trip upstairs to his
condo. He got up off the stool and
hoisted Brett up, propping him against his shoulder.
we goin?” Brett murmured.
Benji said, leading him to the door that led into the residential lobby.
they got to the condo, Brett was nearly passed out. He
collapsed onto the sofa, wet clothes and
incoherently. Benji decided
that he couldn’t let him lay there in his wet clothes so he went to work at
stripping him down to his underwear.
Brett seemed to barely notice what was happening.
While he laid him back against the
sofa, he couldn’t help but admire him from his close proximity. His damp, clammy skin, his toned body and tell-tale
bulge that grew beneath the thin fabric of his black Diesel underwear. A faint trail of blond hair led a tempting
path starting at his naval and disappearing beneath his waistband.
decided to test the waters. He slipped
his hand beneath the waistband of Brett’s underwear, watching as he tensed for
a few seconds, then relaxed and closed his eyes. He instantly grew hard in his hand. Deciding it was the perfect opportunity to
put a long brewing fantasy to bed, he closed his mouth around his dick.
was still conscious but was far from aware of his surroundings. He ran his hand over his chest, moaning with
pleasure as he was brought closer and closer to the brink. Benji worked fast, yet took care to enjoy
every second as he was positive there would never be another opportunity.
he came in his mouth, his body convulsed with waves of pleasure. Benji
ran his tongue along the head and watched with satisfaction as he jolted this
way and that. Then he tucked it back
into his underwear and moved away from the sofa.
Brett murmured, eyes closed and on the verge of losing consciousness. “I love what you do to me…”
turned back quickly. Of course. All the flirtatious behavior at the house,
the touchy-feely afternoon swims in the pool, the lingering glances. His mother had been having an affair with
him. And now that she and Jordan were remarried,
Brett was lovesick.
he’d just got done blowing his brains out.
Never in a million
years would anyone believe this was his life.
uncharacteristically quiet the next morning when James came to her bedroom and
told her about Alex. He couldn’t tell
whether she was genuinely shocked by the outcome of her mother’s recent
behavior, or if she had other things on her mind.
“I would have
called you last night but there just wasn’t time,” James told her. “I was at the treatment center very late
getting the admittance paperwork done.
Once she was admitted they don’t allow her any visitors.”
silent, staring in deep concentration at the floor of her room. “So all that fucking glamour and beauty
couldn’t save her,” she murmured quietly.
“She went ahead and lost it all.”
“She’ll be back
before you know it,” James said. “And
this time she’ll be the Alex that we know and love.”
Miranda looked up
at him, all serious as she studied his face.
“You do love her, don’t you,
Daddy? After everything, you still love
He dug his hands
into his pockets and shrugged. “I guess
in a way, I do. We shared a big part of
each other’s lives. We have children
together. I’ll always care what happens
coming to her rescue. I hope she
realizes how lucky she is to have you in her life.”
“She might not
right now, but maybe someday.”
Jumping off the
bed, Miranda threw her arms around her father and pulled him close. “You’re a good man. I love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too,
sweetheart.” He kissed the top of her
head and held her out to look at her.
“You okay? You seem kind of
down. Even apart from your mother
checking into rehab.”
She wanted to tell
him, just like she wanted to tell Brooke yesterday. David was dying and she suddenly couldn’t
stop thinking about him. She cheated on
Eddie and had lied to his face about it.
Sure, everything was great.
“The crew just left
two days ago,” James said to Brooke later that morning in his office at Sunset
Studios. “They’ve barely had time to set
up. I guess I’m not sure why you feel
the need to fly down and check up on them already.”
There he goes with
his patronizing tone again, Brooke thought to herself. Did he not realize she was partial owner of
the studio? If she wanted to check on
progress, she had every right to. The
fact that she was really only going to see Kyle was beside the point.
“Why are you
fighting me on this?” she asked with a resigned roll of her eyes.
“I’m not fighting
you. I just think that you’re jumping
the gun. Give them time to set up some
shots and wait until there’s progress that we can actually see.”
“James, I’m not
going to stand here and argue the point that we’re under a lot of time
constraints here. If they fell behind
schedule now then we can kiss the budget goodbye. You’ve told me before I’m good with
numbers. All I want to do is go down
there and make sure things are tight.”
Dropping his hands
to the desk, James flashed her a look of resignation. “Fine, you can obviously do what you
want. I just hate for you to waste your
time. What are you going to do about
“Miranda’s going to
take him,” she replied. “Anyway, I leave
this afternoon and I’ll be back in a couple of days. I’ll have my cell if anything comes up.”
James watched as
she turned and started to the door.
“Brooke, wait,” he said, pausing as she turned back. He realized he’d acted like a controlling
prick and didn’t want her leaving with a bad taste in her mouth. “Have a good trip.”
She nodded with a
smile, turning just as Jackie entered the room.
“What trip?” she
“I’m flying down to
Mexico for a couple of days,” Brooke replied.
“Not that it’s any of your business.”
Jackie said, leveling an accusing glare at her.
“What’s wrong? Disappointed that you didn’t get to trick me
into going this time?”
with a tight lipped smile. She watched
as Brooke turned and walked down the hall to her office. When she was gone, she went in and sat down
across from James.
“What’s that all
about?” she asked, crossing her legs.
“Never mind her,”
James replied. “What the hell are you
doing to Renee DeWitt?”
Jackie sighed. Yes, James was Renee's dear friend. She’d been waiting for the obligatory lecture
that he would eventually launch at her.
Now was as good a time as any, she decided.
Relieved that the skies had finally cleared up and the sun was finally
shining, Suzanne stood in her robe on the terrace that jutted out from their
bedroom. She took in a breath of fresh
air, hoping her dour mood would lighten up with the new day and the freshness
after the rain.
Last night had been horrible. The
look in Brett’s eyes as she turned his world upside down yet again was
heartbreaking. As much as she missed
him, she wanted him to stay away. It was
easier that way. Seeing Violet would
become difficult to manage. She loved
spending time with her granddaughter and wanted to continue to do so but how
could they come to a mutual understanding for the good of the child? Maybe his feelings would change over
time. Maybe hers would too.
Walking back inside, she sat on the bed in front of her laptop. She’d continued the short story that she’d
began weeks ago, before she and Brett discovered their mutual attraction. Maybe it was unhealthy, or maybe it was just
the opposite. Either way, she found
solace in writing about what she could no longer have.
He came to her in
the rain, drenched and filled with desire.
She closed her eyes as he slipped his hands beneath her breasts and
cupped them gently. One at a time, he
ran his tongue along her nipples. She
cried out in ecstasy. How could one
man’s touch lead to convulsive waves of passion and desire? Her body ached for him. Even in the driving rain she yearned to be close
to his naked body. With feverish
intensity, they undressed each other. He
took her from behind as she braced herself against the terrace railing. Each and every thrust brought them closer
together…closer to perfection…
“You’re busy,” Jordan said as he walked inside the bedroom from his
morning run. Dressed in a Gucci track
suit and Porsche cap, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “What are you working on?”
“Just an assignment for class,” she replied, quickly closing the laptop
and setting it aside. “How as your run?”
“Great,” he said. “The rain made
everything so green for a change."
She was barely paying attention, her mind still stuck in her story. Flushed, she got off the bed and went to the
dresser. She picked up her hairbrush and
started running it down her auburn tresses.
“Looks like Alex bumped our wedding off the front page of the society
section,” he said from across the room as he pored over the morning paper.
Still, she didn’t pay attention.
Her mind was racing with thoughts of Brett and her together. And not together. Dealing was harder than she thought it would
“Suzanne?” Jordan said, regarding her carefully. “Did you hear me?”
“Sorry, no,” she said, finally turning toward him.
Grinning, he got up out of the chair and proceeded toward her. “Alex checked into rehab last night. It’s all over the paper today. Guess nobody cares about us getting married
when there’s another actress going to Promises.”
She smiled vaguely. “I hope she
gets the help she needs.”
“You okay?” he asked, nudging her chin upwards. “You seem a little preoccupied.”
“I’m fine,” she replied. “It’s
just sad about Alex.”
He drew closer, taking in her intoxicating scent as he kissed her softly
on the lips. “Here I thought it had
something to do with you falling asleep on our wedding night.”
“I’m sorry,” she said with a shake of her head. “I don’t know what was wrong with me.”
“Don’t worry. I was out late
at the marina. And apparently for no reason. There was nothing wrong
when I got there. I just didn’t want to wake you when I got
home. You looked so peaceful.”
“Did I?” she asked. Peaceful was
the last thing she felt when she finally got into bed. Maybe it had something to do with the dreams
she had all night. Dreams of her and
Brett on a deserted island somewhere.
As he brushed his lips against the nape of her neck, she grew
amorous. It had been a long time since
they’d made love. Years, in fact. His masculine scent, on top of the story she’d
been working on all morning, had her flushed with excitement. And to be perfectly honest with herself, she
had been thinking of Brett through it all.
Jordan slipped her nightgown off and laid her on the bed. Fingers clutching at the drawstring on his
track pants, she fumbled about until they were around his ankles and then
kicked across the room.
Filled with desire, Jordan unzipped his jacket and threw it aside. He climbed on top of her and they made love
with explosive success. He couldn’t remember
her ever being as good in bed when they were married the first time.
Suzanne hated herself for comparing him to Brett, but she did it
anyway. They were both amazing lovers,
but each had their own special thing that made her reach the point of no return. For Jordan, it was his girth and his stamina.
With Brett, it had been his enthusiasm and eagerness to do whatever it
took to make her feel good, and the way he held her afterwards.
When they’d finished, Jordan immediately got up from the bed. “Taking a shower,” he said with a wink and
walked into the bathroom.
She held the sheet over her chest, realizing that they were two
different men. She was married now, and
would take the good with the bad.
Benji went to work
at Rydell Productions with every assumption that Brett would fire him, or worse
yet, kick the crap out of him after realizing what had gone down the night
wasn't worried though. If it came to that, he'd
simply remind his well-endowed brother-in-law that he
enjoyed every minute of it. Him coming in his
mouth was proof positive.
When he arrived, however, it was
a different story. They ran into each
other in the anteroom outside Brett’s office.
“You look like
hell,” Benji said to break the ice.
“Probably no worse
than I feel,” he replied, eyes red and dark circles surrounding them. “Did I run into you?”
Benji raised an
eyebrow. “You don’t remember?”
“Bits and pieces,”
he replied, gathering a stack of shooting scripts from the credenza. “I don’t know how much I had to drink but
it’s a miracle I got home in one piece.
Where were we?”
Club. You were pretty obliterated so I
got you up to your apartment. I was
afraid if I didn’t the bartender would have had
Brett shook his
head in frustration. He hated being that
out of control, especially when he had a daughter to care for. Definitely not his brightest moment. He only hoped he hadn’t said anything to
clue Benji in to the source of his pain.
Next to Jordan or Heather, he was the last person they wanted knowing
about their affair.
“Thanks, man,” he
said. “I was…just upset about
Heather. Seeing her the other day was
pretty emotional for me.”
“I can understand
that.” Benji knew better. His own mother was
sleeping with his sister’s
did I get undressed?”
Brett asked, blue eyes flashing toward him.
were soaked from being
out in the rain. Thought you’d
appreciate not waking up wet.”
“Yeah,” Brett said,
exhaling. He had a bad memory when it
came to drinking. Always had. Which was why he tried to limit himself under
normal circumstances. He had a tendency
to black out and not remember anything about the night before.
today?” Benji asked. “About Heather, I
He nodded. About Heather, no. About Suzanne, definitely not. He still ached for her and cursed her stupid
decision to marry Jordan and call off their affair.
Standing at the
window in her office at Sunset Studios, Jackie watched the sky as planes took
off right and left from LAX. Whichever
one Brooke was on couldn’t get away fast enough, she decided. Any day without her around was a day to
She didn’t mind
saying it. She wished the woman had
never been born. She wished Royce had
never slept with Roz Taylor while he was on business in Phoenix, she wished
Royce had never found out about her, and she wished Roz hadn’t been stupid
enough to let her and David find out they were related. Then none of this would be happening. Brooke wouldn’t be involved in Sunset
Studios, and she wouldn’t be the sole heir to David’s entire estate.
So lost in her own
thoughts, she almost forgot she had a caller on the phone.
“Are you there?”
Bryan Carlson asked from his office in New York. “Jackie?
“Sorry,” she said,
finally snapping back to reality. “I’m here.
I just can’t stop thinking about David and him giving everything to
her. If he wasn’t my son I would
seriously have to wonder where his head was.”
“She’s going to
become a very wealthy and powerful woman in a matter of months,” Bryan told
her. “She could be a dangerous enemy to
suggesting I befriend that little pop tart, are you?”
He laughed. “No, I know better than to suggest the
nothing I can do about it,” Jackie said with a sigh. “She’ll inherit everything and I’ll be here
struggling to take back what her and James and everyone else stole from me.”
“Where is she
now? It’s the middle of the day and
you’re bashing her at the office. Watch
out or you’ll have another cat fight on your hands.”
“Oh, she’s on her
way to Acapulco. Something about
checking up on production schedules.
God, she’s got such a Napoleon complex.”
Bryan said. “I saw her at the airport
when Kyle left. They seemed pretty
close. He always did go for the pretty
croaked. “She can stay down there for all I care.
As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t mind if she disappeared somewhere in
Mexico and was never heard from again.”
the line for a few moments until Bryan replied.
“That would certainly count her out of David’s will. Might even push you right up to the front of
She sighed with
defeat and dropped her hands to her side.
“Oh well. What’s done is
done. She’s getting it all. Like I said, there’s nothing I can do about
Bryan replied, casually and mild-mannered as ever. “You never know.”
dismissed his remark with an incredulous laugh. She turned to the window
separating her from Brooke's empty office. No,
there was nothing she could do.
and Eric clash in Acapulco. Stormy blows up when
Brooke comes to see Kyle. The crew is approached
by several locals.