The Blackmail Baby

Chloe swallowed reflexively as she realised how angry he was that she’d made this decision without him. He was probably thinking about how the adoption would affect him legally, and whether he would have unwanted responsibilities towards somebody else’s child.

‘You won’t stop me doing this,’ she said. ‘Nothing will stop me taking care of Emma. No one will ever take this baby away from me.’

But at that moment she realised that Lorenzo was involved. Until they were divorced, he might have some influence over the adoption procedure.

‘I will fight for Emma,’ she added, still staring straight into his hard eyes. Her heart was beating quickly and she felt the muscles of her face grow taut as she continued to maintain eye contact. But she wouldn’t look away. She couldn’t cave in so easily. There was too much at stake.

‘We’re here.’

Lorenzo’s voice broke the silence and Chloe let out a shuddering sigh, turning away to see where he’d brought them. He’d told her he had somewhere private near by where they would be able to talk, and she hadn’t asked any more questions.

The idea of somewhere different, away from the cottage that held such sadness, had been very appealing. She’d quickly packed a few things, telling herself that he was right—they did still have issues that needed to be resolved. But deep down she’d known that she didn’t really want to be alone at the cottage that night.

‘Where are we?’ she asked as they drove through an impressive brick arch. Wrought-iron gates swung silently closed behind them, then she caught her first glimpse of a sleek modern house, set in the most beautiful grounds. ‘What is this place?’

If this was where Lorenzo was staying, no wonder it hadn’t taken long for the limousine to come out to the village, bringing an additional driver to return with Lorenzo’s convertible.

‘It was your wedding present,’ Lorenzo said shortly as the limo purred along the sweeping driveway up to the front door. ‘You left before I had a chance to give it to you.’

Chloe blinked in surprise, totally lost for words. She knew she ought to say something, but her mind had gone completely blank.

She realised Lorenzo was already out of the car, waiting for her to join him, so she leant across to release the safety belt that held the infant car seat securely in place. Then before she had a chance to move Lorenzo reached in and lifted the portable seat, complete with sleeping baby, out of the car.

Chloe followed him into the house with a very strange feeling running through her as she watched him carrying Emma. It was clear that he was taking care, but even so it looked more as if he were carrying a basket of groceries at the supermarket than a little baby. All of a sudden that thought struck her as absurdly funny—she just couldn’t imagine Lorenzo Valente carrying a basket of food around a shop—and she bit her lip to stop herself smiling.

But then as quickly as the flash of humour had struck her, it vanished again. And she found herself trailing behind him through a beautiful house into an incredible glass-walled living room, which overlooked a stunning landscaped garden.

Lorenzo placed Emma’s carrier carefully onto a cream rug and turned to speak to her.

‘Chloe, this is Mrs Gill Guest, the housekeeper,’ he said, gesturing a middle-aged lady forward from a doorway at the side of the room. ‘Mrs Guest, I would appreciate it if you would assist my wife. Help her and the infant to settle in, and discuss any particular requirements she may have, especially regarding the baby.’

Then, without another glance in her direction, Lorenzo turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his leather-soled shoes making no sound on the natural wood floor.

Lorenzo marched through the house to his study, tension screaming in every muscle of his body. He shut the door behind him, flung off his jacket and tugged at his tie, suddenly feeling unbearably constrained.

Just a couple of hours in Chloe’s company and already he was reaching the edge of his control.

He had come to England to bring his marriage to Chloe to a decisive end—but not until he’d sought retribution for what she’d done. She would not get away with walking out on him.

In theory it should be easy to take the situation back into his own hands. He’d seen how Chloe responded to him when he touched her, and he knew that she was desperate for him to give her the comfort she’d needed.

That was exactly what he intended to do. Then afterwards, once he had made her realise what she had walked away from, what could have been hers for life, he would ruthlessly sever the relationship.

His plan was perfect with its elegant simplicity.

But he had wanted her with a fierceness that had taken him by surprise—a need so overpowering that it had threatened his rational command.

Even now the fire was burning in him, making his throbbing body ache for her relentlessly, despite the fact she was now out of his sight. Three months was a long time and, although he’d considered their marriage over in all but name, he had not taken another woman to his bed.

No one had caught his eye—not one woman had stirred the same magnitude of desire within him.

When he’d looked down at her standing beside him in the churchyard, the urge to drag her against him and crush her soft pink lips with his mouth had been almost irresistible. Passion had pulsed through his veins like molten lava, until the only thing he could think about was making love to Chloe.

He could not let it go on. He would not let his physical desire cloud his mind any longer. Chloe had already caused enough disruption in his life. He would take her to bed and get her out of his system. Once and for all.

But, deep in the dark recesses of his mind, he knew once would not be enough.

Chloe stood in the bedroom, by the floor-to-ceiling plate-glass window, staring out at the stunning view across the rolling green hills. It was a beautiful place, and exactly the type of house she’d once dreamed of living in. It reminded her of a property she’d visited and fallen in love with as a child, and she was certain that Lorenzo must remember her telling him about it.

The building was modern, with clean, simple lines and wonderful airy living spaces with masses of huge windows that made it feel continuous with the garden and the lush green countryside that surrounded the house.

It was an incredible wedding gift. Not because of its value, but because it had been chosen personally for her, in answer to a childhood dream that she’d never expected to have fulfilled.

But now she was there she almost wished Lorenzo had taken her to an impersonal country hotel, because she didn’t know how to interpret his purchase of this house. It was so close to Liz’s village that it could not be a coincidence. And, if he had given it to her before the wedding, she would have seen him buying a place near her best friend’s home as a sign of his love. Now she was just horribly confused.

She lifted her chin and shook her hair back from her face—pushing those thoughts firmly from her mind. All she should be thinking about was how to secure her future as Emma’s adoptive mother. From Lorenzo’s reaction it was clear he was angry that she hadn’t kept him informed about her intention. She knew that she would have to tread carefully, because she could not—would not—let anything stop her adopting Emma.

A gentle tap on the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she realised it was Mrs Guest returning to babysit while she went down to talk to Lorenzo in his study. A knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach, but she did her best to ignore it and smiled at the older lady.

‘Thank you for staying with Emma.’ Chloe glanced over at the baby sleeping in the cot that Mrs Guest’s husband had set up earlier that evening. ‘She doesn’t normally wake once she’s down for the night, but it’s such a big house I was worried I wouldn’t hear her if she does.’

‘It’s my pleasure,’ Mrs Guest said. ‘The babymonitoring equipment will be delivered tomorrow, but I’ll always be happy to sit with her.’

‘Thank you,’ Chloe said, wondering how long Mrs Guest expected her to be staying there at that house—whether Lorenzo had given his staff any indication.

‘You’ve been very kind.’

She left the bedroom and walked slowly down to Lorenzo’s study, butterflies crashing in her stomach and her heart beating apprehensively.

In the past she’d always looked forward to seeing him. During the two years that she’d been his PA she’d eagerly awaited business arrangements that would bring him to his London offices. Then, once their relationship had moved on to a personal level, she’d spent every minute they were apart daydreaming about when they would be together again.

But now she knew he was angry with her. And the enforced wait to see him had made her nervous. She smoothed her hands down over her clothes, wishing that she hadn’t changed into her jeans and a T-shirt. But the grey suit had been borrowed from Liz’s wardrobe, and it had been too upsetting to wear it any longer.