Page 87 of The Ties That Bind
“You are lying to me.”
Holloway jerked Mary out of her seat. “She answered your damn question. Now leave us the fuck alone!”
With lightning-fast speed, Sir broke Holloway’s grip on Mary while Marquis subdued him with a pressure point.
Marquis leaned in and whispered in Holloway’s ear. Brie couldn’t hear his words, but whatever he said made Greg’s face drain of all color.
When Marquis stepped away, Holloway stood there looking at him in stunned silence. He didn’t protest, staying rooted where he stood while Sir quietly escorted Mary to the table to sit beside Lea.
“Go,” Marquis commanded loudly.
The entire assembly watched in silence as Holloway slowly turned and walked out. The moment the doors closed behind him, the conversations started up again as if nothing had happened.
This night of reckoning had been beautifully orchestrated. Whoever her benefactor was, they had been artful in the execution of his demise.
After his long reign in Hollywood, Greg Holloway had been effectively erased.
Sir patted Marquis’s back before sitting back down beside Brie. “I’d say this is turning out to be an eventful night on many fronts.”
He picked up his champagne glass and held it up to Brie.
She looked at her friends and family gathered at the table. Mary wouldn’t even look at her, but Brie didn’t mind because Mary was safe, and that was all that mattered.
Clinking glasses with Sir, Brie replied, “I couldn’t agree more, Sir.”
The rest of the evening was a whirlwind as the greatest talents in Hollywood, who would soon be working with her, waited patiently for their chance to speak with Brie.
She felt like the belle of the ball.
Remind Me
By the time they returned home, Brie was flying on such an emotional high that she was uncertain if she would ever be able to fall asleep.
When Penny mentioned that she had been hired to care for the children for the entire evening and would be happy to put the children to bed while they celebrated privately, Brie smiled. “That was incredibly thoughtful of Mr. Cummings.”
“I agree,” Sir replied, “and we shall take advantage of your offer.”
Once inside, Sir handed Anthony to Brie, motioning her to the couch, “Wait here, Mrs. Davis.”
While Brie nursed Anthony, Sir asked Penny to join him while he put a tuckered out little Hope to bed. Once the baby was fed, Penny took him and retired upstairs to look over the children—leaving them alone together.
Sir held out his hand to Brie. “Now that Hollywood knows who you are, let me remind you who you are to me…”
Brie took his hand and he led her into the bedroom. Sir called out the code and the door to their playroom slowly opened.
“Although this dress is stunning, it does not compare with what lies underneath,” he murmured as he unzipped the designer gown. It pooled around her feet, and he helped her step out of it.
Sir caressed her shoulders lightly before undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor. He then knelt to help her out of her shoes. Sir caressed the arch of her foot, stating, “I appreciate the sensual lines of heels, but I much prefer your feet bare, babygirl.”
He stood and picked Brie up in one swift motion, carrying her to the binding table. Laying her down on it, Sir abruptly left.
Brie bit her lip, wondering what he had planned. He returned a short time later with a bowl of warm, soapy water and a cloth. He began by removing the heavy makeup she had applied for the special event.
After leaving to refresh the water, Sir tenderly bathed the rest of her body in silence. By the time he was finished, Brie felt completely refreshed and new.
Sir left again. On his return, he’d stripped off his jacket and shirt, allowing Brie to admire his masculine chest.
“Kneel before your Master,” he commanded.
