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Chapter 4
I could hear voices, but could not open my eyes. My body felt a dead weight as I lay there. I could only make out Jackson screaming in the background and I all I could make out was "No, No, No". Pain was shooting over my body and I was yet to focus on what had happened. It was at that moment I felt I was being picked up and carried at an alarming speed. The taste of blood in my mouth present, but unrecognisable at the same time. It was then as I was being laid down that my senses started to return and I was laying on the floor in a room that appeared to be covered from floor to ceiling in wood panelling and lighting that was dim. James was hovering over me telling me I was going to be alright. Nothing was making sense. The sound of sirens in the distance were growing louder and louder by the minute, but still I could not work out what was going on. Jackson grabbed my hand and told me I had been shot. Not once, but twice in the lower back and shoulder. He and the girls were ok. Why? Why would someone want to shoot me? No one knew me. It was the first time I had been in the country, and my identity only recognised in the past 72hrs. If this is what being a billionaire was all about, then I certainly pined for my previous life.
As the paramedics arrived, then were met at the door by 20 heavily armed guard's who's job it was to protect me. James allowed 2 of them in to me, whilst he and 3 others stood by my side. As the police had not yet arrived, there was still a prospect that an armed shooter or shooters were in the grounds of the villa, and waiting to take aim at me again. Being stabilised, I was now acutely aware of the damage that had been done to my body. I was bleeding out fast, and they had to get me to hospital fast, with the nearest being 15 mins away. A plan was devised that I would be taken out with a sheet over my head on one gurney, and a second gurney from another ambulance would have a guard on it as a decoy.
As we left the property, James instructed the paramedic to break all rules and get me to hospital at break light speed. We were being followed by a squad of guards to protect me in hospital. Once arrived, James pissed off hospital security by making sure no one got in to the room I was in without his teams say so. As I was rushed in to surgery my team of people got on to what had happened. Was it a rouge gunman, was it targeted. Why would people want to be shooting at me. Nothing like this had happened to any member of the Von Garbner family before. So why now?
8 hours later I was coming around in bed, feeling heavy headed but no pain felt. Whilst I was aware of what had happened, I was unaware of my surrounds. The hospital room was your typical room, with tubes and cables and machines doing their usual beeping in the background. Jackson was sitting holding my hand. James was standing in my room looking tired & grumpy, and still in the clothes he was wearing last night, blood stains and all. I tried to speak, but had a tube down my throat, so I could only gesture with my hands, of which I was told to just lay there until they could find my Dr, who arrived 10 mins later. My mind swirled to our daughters and where were they, how were they and when could I see them. Once the tube was removed, I was sat up slightly to be informed that I had no major internal injuries and that the gunman was a bad shot. Not my thoughts, but hey, I was going to make a full recovery in time.
It was a few days before I was cleared to go home, to what ever that meant. But arriving back at the villa and laying in the sheer luxury of bed that was best described as a dream maker, was something I really wanted. Unfortunately for the girls, they were not allowed to go outside until it could be certain that they were safe. My whole life I had always placed the safety of my girls at the highest priority. And now more than ever, I wanted them wrapped in cotton wool, and protected at all costs.
My `team' as I now called them had surrounded me and were taking care of my every need, and of course my husband was by my side through it all. It was that first night at home when we were finally alone that he reached over and to show me how much he missed. Slowly his hand was rubbing my stomach and skimming across the waist band of my boxers I was wearing. His touch as always sent shocks through my body instantly causing my cock to awaken and start to arise. No words were needed as he slipped his hand in to my boxers, slightly touching my cock before wrapping his hand around my shaft and rubbing my nib to force a slick of precum to leak out. He then forced me to taste myself as he placed his thumb on my lips, before kissing me. Tasting the salty man juice that was being expelled out of my cock was turning me on more than anything I had had in the past week. It was then he told me not to move and that he would take care of me. Slowly he kissed me down my chest taking minutes to work each of my now erect nipples and slightly bighting them to cause that sensation between pleasure and pain, before working his way down my torso slowly before reaching my now wet, hard, thick shaft. His mouth on my cock felt like the first time I had ever received oral. His ability to work me over was an amazing experience and enough to take me to the edge of my pleasure. As my hand ran my fingers through his hair, I could feel my balls tighten, knowing that an epic explosion was about to be in the offering. As my moaning increased his mouth action became more rapid, his tongue was becoming more vicious on my engorged cock head. I couldn't control myself any longer and after one last moan, my hot white seed exploded in to Jacksons mouth, shot after shot after shot, filling him with seed like never before. Jackson lifted his head and looked at me with an evil grin that to me, I knew what was coming. He slid up the bed and kissed me with passion as we swapped my load between our mouths. A moment of spontaneity that I truly needed as we drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I awoke feeling good. I managed to get myself out of bed early, and left Jackson laying in bed getting the rest he needed. I showered, dressed and wandered the halls of the Villa for the first time since arriving. As I walked I ran in to many people who apparently worked for me, going about their jobs to make my life better. I was struggling with being called Herr, or the English equivalent, Sir. Whilst respectful, it was something I couldn't come to terms with. My nose lead me to the kitchen, where two things stood out. That wonderful smell of Bacon grilling, and that refreshing waft of coffee for thing in the morning. My presence in the kitchen sent a flurry of panic as people were whispering and pointing and rushing out. My level of German was pretty low and whilst I tried to reassure them everything was ok, it was met with confusion and chaos. James head appeared in the kitchen at the same time, and was laughing at me trying to restore calm and whilst at the same time German's were trying to get me out of the kitchen. His strong voice echoed around the kitchen as everyone stopped in their tracks. Whilst I stood there and watched him converse with the staff, I was impressed by his calm manner and lead. He looked at me with a smirk and politely said, "Hey boss, get your arse out of the kitchen. Apparently the Widow Von Garbner never walked in to the kitchen in 60 years." He poured me a coffee, handed it to me, and we walked out in to a beautiful conservatory, whilst breakfast was served for me. Asking James to join me was pleasant, and we both chatted about our past, mainly mine, little of his, and what was needed going forward. It was a great way to start the day and for once I felt I had someone else who had my back, besides Jackson. We were joined shortly by both my beautiful daughters, and a husband who walked around in his boxers, no shirt, as per his usual routine he had before his coffee, to the watchful eye of a few young maids, and more than one trained guard. "Hmmmm" I thought, as I laughed to myself and smiled as he bent down to kiss my forehead. Just as James went to excuse himself, I stopped him and asked him to stay. Partly out of manners, but also I felt safe with him around after what had happened.
It was not long before our morning was disrupted by the interruption of the house manager, Peter. A middle aged man of immaculate presentation who was proficient in German, French and English, and had only ever worked for the Von Garbner's in his career. He informed me that the Lawyers representing the family, were awaiting me in my office when I was available. Having an "office" was news to me, and I followed him with coffee in hand. Walking in to my office, I instantly recognised as the room I was taken into after I was shot. The wood panelling, the smell of leather and timber filled my senses as I took a seat behind the desk. Whilst I was familiar with Klaus, the rest I was not. A young guy sitting nervously in the corner kept looking up at me and smiling, much to my amusement. It was like he wanted to speak, but couldn't muster the courage. Whilst lawyers were talking I put my hand up to stop them. I looked at the young guy sitting nervously in the corner and said, "hey lad, what's your name?" Klaus went to speak, and I cut him off, waiting for the young guy to speak. "Sam. I am Sam. I am your personal assistant, and today is my first day." Apparently Sam had finished first in class at University with a major in business and was selected in the companies graduate program to be the first assistant to me. I dismissed everyone out of my office, except Sam, and asked for James to come in.
"Hey Sam" I started, "this is James. James is with me 24/7 apparently, and now you will be too. I think its important we set some ground rules, and make sure we all work well together. If I am going to have you two controlling my every move, I want to make sure we all get along."
Sam was looking more relaxed, and as we talked, I discovered he was adopted, had no idea who his birth parents were, his adopted parents had died recently and there was just him in this world. My fatherly instincts kicked in and immediately, much to the shock of the staff and lawyers around me, I insisted that Sam be given access to one of the cottages on the property, as he would be required to work long hours, and I wanted him to have a sense of home. The offer was greatly appreciated. "Note to self" I thought. Make sure this kid is looked after. He seems a good egg.
The rest of the day was spent meeting more lawyers, bankers, investors, employee's and the like. Before I knew it, I was being told dinner was ready, and I was required in the dining room. As I walked in I noticed the room was almost palace like and overly formal. A throw back to years gone by, and definitely something we were not used too. The girls, giggling to themselves, and Jackson sitting there with a smirk a mile wide, just reinforced that this was not how I wanted to live. Whilst I let dinner proceed, all 7 courses, I asked for all the key house people, Paul, the chef, the maids etc to all remain back so I could have a chat. I asked Paul to translate for me, so nothing was mis understood. I started by thanking them all for welcoming us and making us feel so comfortable. I then went on to inform them that life under us would be slightly different to what they were used too. We didn't require 7 course meals every night, we didn't need to eat in the dining room, and there would be days when I was happy to make myself a snack without anyone freaking out that I was in the kitchen. Whilst I knew they were employed to make my life comfortable, they were also employed because of their ability, and over time we would work out a rhythm that suited us all. A sigh of relief passed across them all, and Paul just nodded at me with a smile. Living in a place of this magnitude after coming from a 3 bedroom suburban cottage was going to take some time to get use to.
The next morning I decided to take a walk around the grounds. Their beauty and tranquillity was something I could only gasp at as I rounded each corner. The trees in spring were green and full, the flower beds perfectly blooming and maintained, the ponds clear and fresh with dozens of koi swimming happily about. Occasionally out of the corner of my eye, I would spot a discrete guard keeping an eye on my movements, whilst at first disturbing, after being shot at, it became welcomed.
I saw James approaching me with a folder in his hands. I knew that it was not going to be good news, but welcomed him with a smile and a nod. We walked a little more chatting idly before approaching a bench where he suggested we sit. Opening his folder his expression turned to one of concern. His intel from my shooting had come through to him from his home office, and he need to discuss with me, outside, with no one around. The contents explained that the potential strike on my life had been planned by a family member of the Von Garbners. Potentially a cousin or aunt or uncle that was disgruntled about being left out of the inheritance, and fed information from one of the staff within the house. Whilst no evidence had been found, he also believed that some parts of the house, if not the whole house maybe bugged and recorded. This left me unsettled. Considering my kids and husband were also living in the house, I didn't want them to be here, or me for that matter.
That evening a dinner had been planned for my extended family to come so I could meet them. Knowing that one of them could be the one that targeted me, I was feeling somewhat uneasy about the prospect of meeting them. I was both nervous and anxious as the evening approached. James reassurance that after tomorrow we would be taking a short break to London so the house could be swept left me feeling slightly more at ease than my current state.
Paul met me back at the house as I walked back with James, and I was offered the menu for that evenings dinner to approve. Informing him I didn't really care was not the answer he was looking for, for which I realised was probably not the best answer to give, considering he was doing his job. Instead I suggested that in future perhaps he could talk through such things with Jackson as I would like him to play a greater role in the day to day running of things, and also I knew he would get a kick out of doing such, as also stir things up a little if he got bored. You see Jackson loves to stir. He loves to have fun, he loves to host parties and dinners, and during our 20 years together he always made me smile with everything he did. The household was still coming to terms with not having a lady of the house, but now they were getting a "Jackson of the Villa" who would think it would be a hoot to play that role. Paul thanked me and indeed went in search of Jackson.
Our dinner was a white tie affair. And considering I'd left Sydney with two suitcases and carry on, I really had nothing to wear. I jokingly mentioned this to Sam as he was bringing me upto speed on emails and correspondence I had received, when his reply was "You should check your dressing room, everything has been laid out for you this evening." Dressing room? I have a dressing room? Apparently I did. He offered to walk me up there in case I wanted to change my outfit that had been laid out. Upon entering my bedroom, He walked to the far wall and pushed against a panel of timber that opened up whole new section which was truly amazing. It was wall to wall clothes. It was shoes, it was hats, it was suits, it was shirts. Jeans, coats, shorts, jerseys. Everything you could possibly think of right down to gold cufflinks studded with diamonds and watches to match. Who need all of this? Apparently no one, but it was all my size. At the same time I heard Jackson laughing hysterically loud, and ran out to see what was happening. On the opposite side of our bedroom was a matching dressing room for him, containing the same as mine. Our laughter together was the medicine we needed. Whilst I was still bandaged and stitched up from my injuries, the laughter both proved difficult but needed.
Jarrod, my attendant, had laid out a black trouser, white shirt and jacket and white tie, with black shoes, cuff links and watch which all tied in together. By this stage Sam had returned back downstairs and in my dresser there was just Jarrod and I. Looking at each other. Waiting for the other to speak. Awkwardly I asked if I could help him. He smiled and said, "actually sir, can I help you? I am here to dress you." Well this was awkward. As I normally like to freeball under my jeans, he was waiting for me to strip down so he could `assist' in getting me ready. Like an innocent youth in a gym change room, I turned my back and took off my shirt. Nervously as I unbuttoned my jeans, I lowered my pants to reveal bare arse. A slight muffled left Jarrod who's only comment was "I see Sir likes to go commando." Yeah I replied, not know where to look. Jarrod, who I was now standing face to face with, looked down ever so quickly and with a quick retort said, "well sir, you've nothing to be ashamed of down there." I laughed out loud, partly through nerves and also through relief.
Having been dressed by Jarrod, I walked out in to the bedroom to be met by Jackson who looked equally as beautiful as the day we met. Telling him I had someone `dress' me was a little odd to hear myself saying, but his response was equally as hilarious. "at least you didn't get a boner and almost poke an eye out" was his response. We both agreed that unless it was a formal occasion or purposely needed we were both happy to dress ourselves, although our attendants could still pull out our clothes to wear daily.
Heading off to find our girls, Maggie & Jules, we knocked on the door to their rooms and were greated by what appeared to be two of the most gorgeous princesses they could be. Hair, make up, dresses and jewels that made them so perfect, or more perfect than they already were. Jules laughed that they tried to make her wear heels, when at 6'1" already it was the last thing she needed. Jackson at 6'4" had definitely passed on the height gene to her.
Our guest were due to arrive at 6pm. I was informed that they will never be late. At 5:45pm we walked downstairs and I asked for a neat vodka. Pain medication or not. I was going to need all the courage I could muster to meet people who were family that I had never met before. Klaus was in the sitting room waiting for me, as he quickly went over what to expect. We were expecting two great Aunts, and four of their remaining children. My Grandmother had given them generous allowances whilst she was alive and none of them had ever worked a day of their lives, thinking that one day her fortune would be passed down to them. Whilst I understood their shock, no mention of the continuous of these allowances were made in her will, with all decisions to be made by me. Hence their urgency to meet me, and potentially charm me in to continuing the status quo. Klaus was not aware of the information James had shared with me. To my knowledge, I was the only one besides him and the company aware. This sat anxiously in the back of my mind as I waited for the family to arrive.
Moments later, a frail woman draping in jewels, a gown that had seen better days an make up akin to a bad contestant on Ru Paul Drags Race arrived and greeted me in the standard European way of slight kiss on each cheek. I was to call her Aunt Isabelle. Paul stood on my left and Jackson on my right. With the girls off slightly to Jacksons side. Her look of disgust as she looked at Jackson became instantly mutual as I subtly elbowed him forcing a slight smile. It was during this moment that all other guests arrived, including another great Aunt, atleast looking like a grand old dame, and the four cousins, all male accompanied by the most dowdy and miserable looking woman I have ever seen in my life. No smiles, just miserable. Paul made the introductions and we were all guided into the sitting room for small talk and cocktails.
Whilst I find myself an outgoing person, and I was in my what was now my home, I felt completely out of place, and wanting the night to end. Paul came up to me ever so quietly with a vodka and in his best English said, "Sir if you don't drink this now, I will." And casually winked at me and walked off.
"Dinner is served" were the words I heard as we were ushered in to the dining room. Every one took their places with Jackson and I at either end, smiling and winking at one another. As the food and wine started to flow, with me on water, the sound of silence was deafening. I cleared my throat, stood up, and calmly but firmly said, "OK, there seems to be some issues, and if you think I am going to sit here with a bunch of middle aged folks being miserable, you're in the wrong house. You've all got something to say, and I suggest one of you, or all of you, start now." This left the room silent, as I eyed everyone of them looking for something, anything, that would give me a hint of what was happening. Then it started. "Grant, whilst you are now the head of this family, we want to know how much allowance we will each be getting each month. As you know your Grandmother was very kind with us, but, you should not have what you have been given, and we think it only fair that you increase our allowance, and divide up the estate." All of them nodded in agreement. And looked like they had won.
Calmly and evenly I rose back to my feet and said, " I come from a hardworking background. Everything up until now I have worked hard for. I have raised our daughters with my husband, and I have saved and lived a modest life. Nothing, and I mean nothing has been handed to me. My adoptive parents with held money that was meant for me, and spent it on themselves, whilst none of you have ever worked a day in your lives. If you think you are to walk into my home, and make demands on me, knowing what I know, you will be deeply disappointed. Any allowance you do receive, will be based on any actual work you do, and nothing will be a free ride anymore."
As the deafening silence overcome the room, it was soon replaced 10 angry Germans marching out of the room as one whilst the 4 of us remained seated at the table. Klaus enter the room after they had exited and with a slight smirk said, "Well Herr, you certainly upset that lot. About time someone did!" His advice was to hold my line and issue them a formal notice that their allowances would be cut off in 6 months, unless they agreed to my terms of working. As they were all university educated, smart, intelligent people, there was no reason they could not work. Laziness was their only reason, and a sense of entitlement they believed their name carried. As for the two great Aunts, they would receive a reduced allowance until there deaths, unless they spoke out against me, my husband or daughters both publicly or privately. At 97 & 95, it was a fair chance it would not be long.
I asked James, Klaus & Sam to join us for dinner as we were now `over catered' for. We all sat around the table and spoke freely and enjoyed a meal and a laugh, and Klaus and Jackson a few too many wines. It turned in to the type of family meal we were used to. The ones we used to have back in Australia as friends would randomly turn up with a bottle of wine at dinner and Jackson always had enough to feed an army of people. For us, it turned in to a wonderful night, for the cousins and aunts, it wasn't the night they either planned or anticipated.
Chapter 5
Walking hand in hand upto our bedroom I was lost in my thoughts. Good thoughts, but still lost in my own little world. Jackson seemed to notice and gave me a little nudge and look of his trademark smile. "I love you" was all that he said as we entered our bedroom. Trying to undress was still a challenge for me, mainly due to the stitches that were still in my shoulder. Jackson had already stripped down naked and was looking at me with an evil smirk. "You need a hand there lover" was all he needed to say to know what lie ahead. As he undressed me he moved around behind me as he unzipped my trousers, letting them fall to the floor. I could feel his massive rod pulsing and sliding in my crack and it was seriously turning me on. His arm was wrapped around my mid drift not letting me go, nor did I want him to let me go. His breath was hot on my neck and I knew my cock was wet and hard. As he stood behind me I could feel the pressure mounting on my hole and precum he was leaking was lubricating me in just the right way. Slowly but surely his massive hard 9" was slowly starting to enter me, slowly, inch by inch, as if to tease me and prod me. I wanted him, I wanted him in me, I wanted it now, and I wanted it hard. As his thrusts grew harder and longer I could feel the precum now freely dribbling out of my cock. With his free hand Jackson keep wiping my cock and making me lick my cum. Telling me it was want I wanted. Then it happened. Without warning, my cock shot spurt after spurt of white cum across the bed, but I still wanted him more. I wanted him to bury his seed deep in me. I wanted him to cum and feel the same pleasure I just had. Within seconds I could feel his hard cock start to throb inside me as he pulled me tight and unloaded deep in my arse and left me shaking and weak after what was just an amazing unplanned, by me, sexual release that we both love so much. Allowing me to crawl into bed and doze off peacefully was the best feeling in the world.
At 8am the next morning a knock on our bedroom door and in walked Jarrod and Seamus our dressers along with one of the housekeeping team with coffee. James was hot in pursuit as was Paul and Sam. "Good Morning" I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. James was quick to respond. "No time for pleasantries, you have a plane to catch in 90mins and you need to get your arses up! Remember I told you you were going to London for a few days?" Shit I had forgotten and I had also failed to tell Jackson or the girls. Oops. My bad I thought as we laid there naked under the sheets. As I kicked them out, Jarrod and Seamus informed us they were there to pack for us, the girls were organised but we needed to move. As they had both seen us naked getting dressed, I threw back the sheet, for Jarrod to stop what he was doing so he could stare at a Naked Jackson with his morning wood flopping about. "Jarrod!" I yelled jokingly. `Pick your jaw up, you're dribbling." I joked as his face turned beet red and he scurried in to my dresser. Seamus just smiled and laughed and went about his thing. We dived in the shower together, which is never a good idea, and the moment I was in there, Jackson was pumped and ready to unload again, this time I knelt before him as he stroked and covered my chest and face with his seed. Quick and fast was good, but damn I wanted more!
Having been to London before, it was nice to be back, this time with our girls in toe. The next few days were spent leisurely taking in the sites, will staying at the Savoy Hotel in a suite of rooms bigger than our house in Sydney. This time thou we were accompanied by a team of security which were posted outside our rooms, and followed us every where we went. James, was keeping an out for us. He was making sure we given some freedom, but I know at any given moment, he would jump and protect us. Reassuring to say the least.
In the back of my mind I had a nagging suspicion we were being watched. I couldn't say for sure, but I kept seeing the same guy every few hours where ever we went. Eventually it got the better of me, and thought I should mention it to James. At first he played it down. But I knew he had the same thoughts. By this time we were sitting in a lovely bistro by the river having lunch. As we were rising to leave a commotion broke out in the bistro, which saw all 5 guards tackle a guy who had pulled out a gun. James had grabbed me and pushed me to the ground. "Oh god I thought, here we go again." My mind rushed to the safety of my family. Always my first concern, and whilst no gun shots were fired, I was still in a panicked state of mind.
The attacker turned out to be German. With no ID, nor willing to give up his identity to the police who'd arrived by this time. He was taken away for questioning, and we were whisked back to our hotel and locked down until answers were forthcoming. It did not take long. He had been employed to take me out by a source in Germany. There was a $250,000 bounty on my head, and James knew as long as that figure remained, I was in peak danger no matter where I went, or who I was with.