“Can you give me the address?”
“Yes, but you will not get in as easily as you think.”
The man pressed his long pointy fingers together and gave Vidar a sickly smile.
“Janis likes to play games. He is an extraordinarily rich man like yourself and can afford to. The best way is to be invited to attend one of his parties. He does them often for business people. He makes them compete for contracts.”
“What kind of games?’
“Sometimes sports. He is an avid Polo player, sometimes gambling but his favourite is to make them engage in sexual games. He particularly likes to make male businessmen attend parties with their wives so he can watch them fuck them and perhaps play with them himself. Whoever pleases him the most gets the contract.”
Vidar widened his eyes in surprise.
“It is a shame you do not have a wife, Mr Alvarsson or I could get you in to one of his parties the day after tomorrow.”
“I could pretend to have one.”
“No. That is not good enough. He checks everyone out and I guarantee if you are not legitimately married he will not entertain you.”
“Why do they have to be married?”
“Because his perversion, if you like, is watching the play between two matrimonially joined couples and just how far the husband will allow his woman to be used. He likes to press buttons.’
“There has to be another way.”
“No. It looks like you will have to find yourself a wife you have an emotional connection with in a day, Mr Alvarsson. He can easily spot a fake.”
Mark interjected.
“Get him into the party. He will do it.”
Vidar glared at him immediately realising his thoughts and plan.
Sven stood and reached to shake his hand.
“It is a pleasure doing business with you, Mr Alvarsson. I trust the large fee I requested will be deposited in my bank.”
“Half will be sent now and the other when we get confirmation of the invite,” Mark told him taking over.
Vidar shook his hand and nodded. “Thank you, Mr Ericksson.”
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Vidar shouted at his friend and aide when the man left.
“Killing two birds with one stone,” Mark informed him with a sigh pouring them both a scotch.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“If you marry Fallon you will get in to that party and find Stina. You have been waiting to do that for so damn long. It is worth it. You do have an emotional connection with Fallon. It is not just about revenge. I have seen the way you look at her and she at you despite that fiery temper she has. You can barely keep your hands off each other. Marriage is the next step even if it is a little soon,” he grinned. “And besides the world will stop talking about you in a derogatory manner and women’s groups will not be sending you any more death threats after what happened tonight if you declare your love and make her an honest woman.”
Vidar stared at him and then laughed out loud.
“Fallon is really going to go for that.”
Mark grinned and swivelled on his chair.
“I would not be so sure. I heard you both talking in the cabin as I passed. And no, for the record, I was not eavesdropping. She wants to help you find your sister. At least ask her.”
“But marriage?”
“Do you want to see Stina again?”
“Yes. You know I will do anything to…”
“Then ask Fallon to marry you.”
Chapter 7
Vidar undressed at the side of the bed in the dark. Fallon appeared to be asleep. He could not wait to slip in beside her. He did so noiselessly. He sat up, resting his face on his elbow watching her sleep peacefully in the moonlight. She was everything he had been looking for in a woman. Although clearly a natural submissive she was fiery and difficult at times keeping him on his toes. She was vulnerable and needed to be cared for and protected. Fallon would make the perfect wife for him. He had played the field for far too long. Perhaps it was time to settle down and start a family. If only he could convince her he was the right man and dominant for her.
Fallon stirred in her sleep. She whimpered and cried out distressed by some kind of nightmare. He immediately cupped the side of her face concerned.
“Hey, Fallon, wake up, darling. You are having a bad dream.”
He gave her shoulder a small shake and she opened her eyes with a start. She was panting.
“Shh. Hey, it’s okay. I am here. What were you dreaming about?”
“I dreamt I was drowning. I was in the sea and the waves were so big. I have never seen waves like that before. I thought I was going to die.”
Vidar swept his arm around her middle and drew her towards his bare chest. She turned to face him and pressed her face against his chest while he placed his leg over hers to keep her close to him.
“It was just a dream. It is all over. Shh, try and sleep. It sounds like you are feeling a little overwhelmed with emotion. I used to have the same dream. Stina and I were swimming in the sea and the waves got so big. She started to drown and I was unable to save her. The waves were as tall as houses.”
A bolt of electricity shot through his body when she pressed her small hand against the muscled wall of his chest making him pull her even closer adoring the way she curled her body against him seeking his warmth and protection. For the first time, he realised she was giving him a meaning and purpose in his life that he had lacked believing he only existed to find Stina.
“I was so afraid.”
“You are safe now. I will not allow anything to happen to you. I promise, little one.”
He cooed over her as though she were a child, kissing her face
