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Kingsport #50

“All of Kingsport, Manhattan, London, Paris, and Hong Kong are a twitter with the news of today’s wedding of Montgomery scion, William Harrison Montgomery to Dr. Connor Lorenzo Windsor, both of Kingsport, Connecticut. The wedding ceremony will take place at a private chapel on the Montgomery Estate for close family and invited guests before the reception which is rumored to be hosted in the grand ballroom on the estate for three hundred and fifty people,” explained the Kingsport Press in breathless detail. “William Montgomery, the youngest child of Charles Montgomery, IV and Alison Farrell Montgomery, is the owner of the Kingsport Polo Club as well as the captain for the King’s Polo team. Dr. Connor Windsor, the eldest child of Alistair and Raquel Windsor, is a surgeon at Fairfield County Hospital…”

Jill Stanhope Montgomery tossed the newspaper aside as she took a deep, cleansing breath. Although she tried to block out the events of the other from her mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about her moment of passion with Connor. Her body ached for him. He still knew everything that made her quiver, cry, moan, and melt. Warren hadn’t had sex with her in three months. To have a man inside of her…on top of her…and ravaging her made Jill want nothing more than to run off with the man who was due to marry her brother-in-law at eleven o’clock this morning.

“Are you ready?” Warren Montgomery walked into his wife’s dressing room as he fastened his nineteenth century cuff links.

“DeShawn will be here to do my hair in a few minutes. We won’t be late.”

Warren eyed Jill carefully. “We can’t be late for my brother’s wedding,” stressed Warren. “I’m his best man.”

Jill fastened an emerald and sapphire bracelet around her wrist. “We’ll be early,” smiled Jill, lightly.

“We should’ve stayed at the estate last night,” muttered Warren. “With all of the out of town guests coming in today, there may be traffic.”

“We’ll be fine,” sighed Jill. “Warren, I want to apologize.”

“For what?”

“Everything. I know I haven’t been myself recently and I am sorry. I should have put my personal beliefs and feelings aside when it came to Will’s wedding.”

Touched by his wife’s sudden about face, Warren kissed her forehead. “That means a lot. Thank you, Jill.”

Just then, the doorbell rang as Jill’s phone bleated to life. “That’s DeShawn. Showtime,” tittered Jill.

            “I don’t think we should be talking right now,” Nicholas said into his cell phone as he waited to climb into an idling black town car. “What we did the other night…”
“We didn’t do anything wrong. It was just a kiss,” whispered Will.

“You’re getting married today. I knew it was a bad idea letting myself get sucked into your orbit again,” snapped Nicholas.

“Please don’t be mad at me, Nicholas. I… I was in a weak state and I should’ve known better,” stammered Will. “I just… Help me make sense of what to do, Nicholas.”

“I can’t, Monty. You’re on your own.”

“Nicholas…”

“Monty, I can’t be your talk-to. If you want to marry Connor, marry him. If you don’t, call it off. Either way, the decision is yours. I can’t… No, I won’t be your consolation prize or back-up plan. Whatever you do next, you have to do it on your own.”

The chapel on the Montgomery Estate was last used on the occasion of Warren’s wedding to Jill. Outside of that, the chapel sat dormant except of weekly cleanings and the off times when the Montgomery family would use it to repent for sins of the past, present, and future. Sheila Davenport, Dylan Davenport, Lisa Davenport Collins, Jackson Collins, Oliver Collins, Elijah Davenport, Faren Davenport, and Nicholas Davenport made

their way into the chapel past the assembled press dressed in their finest wedding couture. Eli led Faren towards the holding area where she joined her cousins, Hannah and Kate Montgomery, the other flower girls in the wedding party.

“How tastefully done,” Sheila said to Dylan, who walked by her side.

“I suppose,” muttered Dylan. “I’m surprised Charles allowed the press to attend.”

Sheila pursed her lips. “Raquel Windsor begged for press coverage. People like Raquel think the Montgomerys are a royal family.”

“Aren’t they?” mused Dylan.

“Royalty doesn’t have this much money,” tutted Sheila.

“I didn’t think you’d come to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding,” Lisa whispered to Nicholas as they made their way to their pew.

Nicholas lowered his eyes before saying, “If I didn’t come, people would talk. I’m happy for them.”

Lisa gave Nicholas a curious stare. “All right. If that’s the story you want to tell…”

“Drop it,” Nicholas ordered his sister. “Let’s enjoy the wedding.”

In a small sun drenched waiting room, Will waited calmly as Warren finished tying his bow tie. “Is everyone here?” worried Will.

“Yes,” said Warren, calmly. “Uncle Walton and his brood just showed up.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“Jill texted me. Everything is going to be fine, Billy.”

Will forced a smile onto his face. Despite everything that had happened, he could feel the clouds lift. He was getting married today to the man he loved! Will couldn’t think of anything more wonderful. A second later, the clock stuck eleven. Without a word, Will drew a deep breath before leaving the room and walking towards the altar.

It had been agreed that Will would begin the processional with Alison and Charles followed by Connor and his parents. After what seemed like years of stress and worry, Will cast a confidant eye over the his wedding guests. They were dressed in their finest morning clothes just for the occasion. Even his sister, India, and his sister-in-law, Jill, looked good. Will smiled confidently at Nicholas Davenport because he knew his future was with Connor. As Will took his place at the altar with Warren by his side, they faced up the aisle to await Connor’s entrance. The music swelled and…

Nothing.

Silence.

Three seconds (which felt like six years) ticked by.

More silence.

Someone coughed.

Silence.

People looked at each other with mounting concern coupled with polite society smiles.

More people coughed.

Will turned to Warren with pensive dread in his eyes.

Alison grabbed Charles’ hand with a heavy squeeze. Their eyes locked ever so briefly before they both cast them to the stone floor.

Suddenly, the door to the chapel opened.

Everyone turned around with eager anticipation.

Alistair Windsor stepped into the chapel with a worn look on his face. “We… He’s gone. We don’t know where he is. Will…I’m so sorry.”

Will let out a scream so deafening, it sounded primal. His blood ran cold before he collapsed into Warren’s arms in front of the entire congregation. A second later, everything went black.

 

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Kingsport #49

“Lisa, I have to talk to you!” Jill Stanhope Montgomery grabbed her best friend by the hand as they marched across the overly manicured lawns of the Kingsport Country Club towards a secluded gazebo. “Oh, Lisa, I’ve done…the worst thing possible.”

Lisa Davenport Collins straightened the cuff on her end of summer pant suit while balancing a glass of wine in the other hand. She always loved the annual Labor Day at the Kingsport Country Club because it signaled the end of summer and the winding down of the year at hand. “Jill, what on earth…?”

“I… I went to see Connor the other day…”

Lisa heaved a heavy sigh. “Jill! You have to stay away from him. Connor is bad news.”

“I couldn’t help myself. I went to his house to ask him to cancel his wedding to Will.”

“I can’t believe you thought that was a good idea. If Warren finds out…”

“He won’t!”

“He’s good friends with Connor! What’s to stop Connor from telling Warren what you did? Jill, with all of the problems you’ve told me about your marriage, it’s really insipid of you to try to interfere with your brother-in-law’s marriage.”

Jill took a deep breath as she added, “It’s…”

Lisa raised a deft hand. “Stop. Jill, I don’t care what happened with Connor because you shouldn’t’ve gone to see him. We’ve been friends since college, but when it comes to Connor, you lose all sense of yourself. That man has brought nothing but misery to your door.”

“Lisa…”

“No. Forget whatever happened with Connor. Forget that you tried to ruin Will’s wedding day. Focus on Warren, Hannah, and Kate. Everything else doesn’t matter… Not in the least…”

“Billy, Connor. I have a little surprise for you.” Alison Farrell Montgomery waved her son and future son-in-law to her table at the Kingsport Country Club. While she loathed dining in public, Alison always liked the club’s annual Labor Day extravaganza. No expense was spared, which made the ridiculously high price of annual admission somewhat justifiable. “I’ve found the perfect house as my wedding present to you.”

Connor turned his gaze to Will, who did everything in his power to hide behind his aviator sunglasses. “Alison, that’s sweet…”

“It’s the old Havermeyer Estate,” interjected Alison with great excitement. “It turns out Bitsy and Joanie have finally decided to unload it after letting it sit empty for almost a quarter of a century!”

“Alison, that’s…” Connor cleared his throat before saying, “Will and I would like to graciously decline your gift.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Alison glared at Connor before turning to Will. “Billy, what’s this all about?”

“We think,” began Connor.

“I was speaking to my son,” snapped Alison, briskly. “William Harrison Montgomery, what is the meaning of all of this?”

Will shifted uneasily in his deck shoes as he said, “Connor…we…think we’re going to live at Connor’s house.”

“It’s far too small,” exclaimed Alison. “It’s practically a guest house on his parents’ estate! No gardens, a shared pool…there isn’t even a chef’s kitchen!”

“I’ve lived there for years and it’s served me just fine,” sniffed Connor.

Alison narrowed her eyes as she surveyed the smug doctor. “I’m sure it has, Connor. However, you’re marrying my son. He’s been raised in a very specific way that he’s grown accustomed to despite what he may tell you when you’re having sex.”

“Mom!”

“Billy, please. The Havermeyer Estate is the right home for you and Connor. If you want to live at Connor’s while the house is being renovated, then that should be fine. Have your honeymoon period. I’ll pay for all of the renovations and upgrades, so the matter is settled. I won’t hear another word about it!”

“This isn’t your decision to make,” Connor said through clenched teeth. “You don’t even live in America. Don’t you have a broom or something to whisk you back to Paris.”

Without a word, Alison stood up, gave Connor a contemptuous scowl, and disappeared into the country club.

“She’s a bit much today,” sniffed Connor.

“Don’t you ever speak to my mother like that ever again.”

“Will, I…”

Without a word, Will pushed past Connor and into the throng of revelers. He didn’t know what to do or where to go when he looked up to see Nicholas Davenport eating a hamburger at a table with their old friends, Eileen Owens, Journey Adams-Woole, and Ryan Mansky. A surge of nostalgia washed over Will as he surveyed the happy scene. He and Nicholas had been happy together. They were the same people from the same world who both sneered at microwave meals and loved Russian caviar on Ritz crackers. In that moment, Will wondered what his life would have been like had he and Nicholas worked through their issues as young men in their twenties rather than breaking up in search of something better. Will thought Connor was his something better, but they kept fighting. He and Connor were very different people who couldn’t agree on where to live, let alone on how to approach the differences between them. With Nicholas, Will knew they would have moved into the Havermeyer Estate without a question. Alison and Sheila would’ve paid for it and put it in trust for them without a second thought. No guilt. No arguments…just a thank you. In that moment, Will made himself stop thinking such ludicrous thoughts because he and Nicholas were no more…and he was going to marry Dr. Connor Windsor the day after tomorrow.

“Don’t just stand there! Come and join us,” Nicholas shouted to Will. When Will remained frozen in the grass, Nicholas put down his burger to check on his old friend and ex-boyfriend. “Are you all right, Monty?”

“I… I don’t know, Nicholas.”

Before Will could say another word, Nicholas led him into the country club where they found the Red Parlor to be empty. Nicholas sat Will in a chair as he closed the door and surveyed him. “Talk.”

“I… Nicholas, I don’t think I can go through with this wedding.”

“Monty, you… You told me you love Connor.”

“I do! It’s… God, Nicholas, it’s everything else. The way he talked to my mother… Whatever his past is with India… Nicholas, I…I can’t do it. I…just can’t.”

“Then call it off. Get out of town.”

Will looked up at Nicholas and gazed into his soft brown eyes. “I’m being stupid. Everything will be fine once we’re married. I’m just…in my feels… That’s all.”

Nicholas sat next to Will with grave concern. “Monty, don’t deflect because you’re trying to make everyone else happy.”

“I don’t…”

“You do. You do it all the time. Whether it’s your father, your brother, your mother, and now, Connor, you’re always trying to make someone else happy. If marrying Connor won’t make you happy, then don’t do it! For God’s sake, Monty, put your happiness first for once.”

And in that moment, Will put his happiness first as his lips met Nicholas’ and the first kiss they shared in over fifteen years seemed to last an eternity…

 

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Kingsport #48

“Jill… What a pleasant surprise.”

Jill Stanhope Montgomery pushed her way into Dr. Connor Windsor’s house with her black alligator purse clutched tight to her body. “You can’t marry Will.”

“Why? You’re jealous, aren’t you, Jill?”

“Me?!? I have Warren. I’m not jealous of Will!”

Connor sidled up to her, his eyes colored with raw passion. “Don’t lie, Jill.” He ran his hand across her soft arms. “You’ve always had a thing for me. I gave you a few wild nights of passion before you met Warren and…well, it looks like you haven’t been able to forget them.”

Jill held her breath until she almost passed out. She turned to Connor just enough that he couldn’t read the torn expression on her face. “I love Warren.”

“And yet… You deny nothing, yet admit everything.”

“Connor, if you marry Billy… I’ll tell him about our past.”

“Okay. Do it.”

“What???” stammered Jill.

“Tell Will. I don’t care. He loves me. He’ll forgive me for something I did…multiple times…before I started seeing him.” Connor deftly rubbed Jill’s inner right thigh as she tried to suppress a moan of utter delight. “You’ll never say anything… You don’t want the Montgomerys to know about our…little past…”

“They would if they knew what you were really like,” shot back Jill.

Connor let out a humored grunt. “Oh, yeah? What am I really like, Jill? Go on. Tell me.”

“You use people. You used me for sex and then tossed me aside.”

“Wow. Okay. So, that’s what it’s like when someone re-writes history. The minute Warren Montgomery showed the slightest interest in you, you dropped me, Jill. You wanted to lock down the local billionaire’s son and you did it! You’re nothing but a common gold digger with some pedigree behind her name.”

“You’re doing the same thing with Will!”

Connor nearly slammed his hand into the wall as he screamed, “Don’t you ever say that again!”

“It’s true, Connor! We both know it! You couldn’t get India, so you went after her brother! We both know you’re not even gay!”

“I’m warning you, Jill…!”

“Warn me all you want, Connor, but I have nothing left to lose. My husband can’t stand me. His family merely tolerates me. And you… You can’t stand that I can see right through you. You pretend to be upright, moral, and loveable, but you’re just as deplorable as the rest of us!”

Connor raised his hand to strike Jill when something inside of him forced him to step back. “Get out of my house,” he roared.

“Not until you call of this wedding.”

“Get out of my house, Jill!!!”

“No!” She grabbed Connor by the shoulder and turned him towards her. Jill looked into his wild eyes when something came over her. In that moment, their lips met, her hands found his penis, and his hands removed her panties. Before they knew it, they were having raw, passionate, unbridled sex in the foyer of Connor’s house. Because, they both knew, it was exactly what they needed, wanted, and desired.

“Thank you for not throwing me a bachelor party, Warren.” Will polished off his steak as he and his brother clinked their wine glasses together in the dining room of the Kingsport Country Club. “Dinner was nice.”

“It’s nice to spend some time with you, Billy. I know I haven’t been very present…”

“I don’t mind…”

“I know, but you’re my baby brother and you’re getting married. I’m sorry if I’ve been a bad brother.”

“You haven’t,” insisted Will. “I’m kind of glad the family office and the wedding planners handled everything. It’s been nice to sit back…for the most part.”

“Then you’re happy?”

Will chewed on this for a moment before saying, “Yes. I am. For the first time in a long time, I am happy. I was having doubts, but Nicholas…”

“Wait,” interjected Warren. “Back up. Nicholas Davenport?”

Will nodded innocently. “I ran into him a few days ago. He’s thinking about moving back to town.”

Warren listened dutifully. He knew all too well how much Will and Nicholas meant to each other when they first started dating the summer they graduated from high school. They were lovestruck, moonstruck, and thunderstruck in such a way that everyone assumed they would marry after college and unite the Montgomery and Davenport families. However, fate intervened and their happily ever after ended due to events Warren still didn’t know were true. “Billy, do you think it’s such a good idea to talk about Connor to Nicholas? You two have a lot of history.”

Will shifted in his seat uncomfortable. He knew his brother was looking out for him, but sometimes his concern bordered on oppressive. “Warren, I’m not nineteen anymore. Nicholas and I, well, we haven’t stayed in touch. There’s no animus between us. I mean, he’s invited to my wedding for crying out loud. Nicholas is happy for me.”

“As long as you two are strictly friends…”

“Yes. Warren, I’m getting married in a few days! I never thought this day would come! After all of the men over so many years, I’m marring the man I love without nary a worry in the world. I must be the luckiest man in the world, Warren. Seriously. Come September 8th, my life will be perfect with my husband by my side…and no one will be able to stop us. No one, Warren.”

 

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Kingsport #40

“What’s all of this?”

Dr. Connor Windsor looked up to find Will Montgomery standing in the doorway of his kitchen, clutching a bottle of red wine in his hands. Connor fumbled with a slotted spoon as he said, “I… Look, I’ve been a jerk lately.”

Will raised a deft eyebrow. “Go on.”

“And… I wanted to do something nice for you. I remembered how much you liked the meal I made for you for our six-month anniversary, so…I wanted to make it for you again.”

“That’s very sweet, but you didn’t have to do this, Connor.”

“I feel like I do.” Connor sat on a stool as he looked woefully at Will. “I love you. I love you so much, Will. I think the stress of the wedding, the planning, my work at the hospital, our parents, your sister…it’s all starting to get to me.”

Will sat next to Connor, taking his hands in his. “It doesn’t have to, Connor. India won’t do anything because my parents are watching her. As for the wedding, we can let my staff handle it. The only thing we need to do it show up on the day. That is…if you want to marry me.” Will surveyed Connor’s face for any trace of emotion. “Do you?”

“Yes,” Connor said, meekly. “I always have. I do.”

“Me too.” Will kissed Connor with such delicacy, he thought he was dreaming. “But, if you aren’t comfortable with my family’s wealth and money, then our marriage will never work, Connor. I can’t do anything about it. It’s…it’s who I am.”

Connor stroked Will’s arm as he said, “I know. It’s not your fault. I just wish your parents weren’t so involved in your life and our relationship.”

“They’ve never been involved in my life, Connor. Not really.”

“The way they’ve been acting…”

“That’s far from how they are, Connor. My parents have been hands-off parents my entire life. They intercede when it suits them. My mother is the worst, but my dad isn’t too far behind. I think…with your history with India, they’re a little more invested than they were when Warren married Jill.”

“Then we shouldn’t let your mother buy us a house as a wedding present.”

Will let out an exasperated groan. “Just let her do it, Connor. Fighting with my mother over a house isn’t the cross on which you want to die. She’s buying it for us. It won’t make a world of difference at the end of the day.”

“I feel weird about it, Will. Why can’t you see that?”

“I don’t know, Connor. Maybe it’s something you need to deal with on your own.”

“I can’t believe you’d say that to me…”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” said Will, quickly. “I just think that we’d both be happier if we focused on each other…on our upcoming wedding…than fighting about my mom buying us a house. It’s not that big a deal!”

“To you it isn’t!”

Will let out an annoyed groan. “Why can’t you just accept it?!?”

“Because I don’t want to be beholden to your parents! God! It’s like you’re blind to how controlling they are, Will. I’m trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection from my parents,” spat Will, tersely. “I shouldn’t’ve come here…”

“What? The minute I have an opinion, you want to runoff? God, Will! You need to listen to me!”

“Why?!?! You’re only going to say that my parents are trying to control me and the rest of it. I’m sick of it. They do not control me. In their own weird way, they love me. I’m sorry if the way they show it isn’t good enough for you, Connor, but it’s who they are. I don’t try to change them, like I haven’t tried to change you. I accept people for who they are; not for who I want them to be!”

“So, it’s all my fault? Really, Will?”

Will turned to Connor with fire in his eyes. “You aren’t making it very easy to be around you right now. I’m going home.”

“Will…if you walk out of here, the wedding is off.”

“Why? Because I didn’t let you get your way? If that’s the price of being with you, then I’m out, Connor.”

“Will, I love you. Please. Try to see my side of things,” replied Connor with mounting desperation.

“You won’t see my side of anything unless it relates to yours. I’m sick of it, Connor. I will not marry a man who thinks he has to control me in order for me to be with him. Despite what you may think, I have thoughts, dreams, and opinions outside of you, my parents, and the rest of the world!”

“I never…”

“You didn’t have to,” interjected Will. “I know what people think about me. ‘Poor little rich boy. Poor Will Montgomery. Men must only be with him for his money.’ I’ve heard it all before and I won’t tolerate it anymore. Not from you…or anyone else!”

Connor chased Will out of the kitchen into the foyer, his heart racing a mile a minute. “What’re you saying, Will? Come on, don’t leave it like this…please…”

Will stared into Connor’s soulful eyes. In that instant, he remembered why he’d fallen in love with this man…the only man in a very long time he’d even imagined a future with beyond a second date. “I need time.”

“Time? How much time? We’re getting married in three weeks!”

“I’m perfectly aware of that, Connor.” Will grabbed his car keys from the side table before adding, “You can’t have it both ways. I will not marry a man who’s so insecure when it comes to my parents and our money.”

“Come on,” pleaded Connor. “Let’s have dinner and forget it.”

“I can’t forget it! You’ve made yourself abundantly clear and now I’m doing the same: Either get on board with who I am and what I bring to this relationship or we’re over, Connor. I will not have the same fight with you for the rest of my life.”

“You have to see where I’m coming from, Will. If we accept that house from your mother, we’re wedded to her as much as to each other.”

“If that’s what you think, then I see no point in continuing with our engagement. I’m sorry, Connor, but the wedding is off.”

 

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Kingsport #37

Kenny Wilkes chugged the last beer in Barbara’s refrigerator before devouring what was left of his sandwich. A mighty belch escaped his gut as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed his protruding belly with a heavy sigh and sank deeper into the sofa. While he missed his trailer back home, he did like the fact that his little wife made good money working as a maid for that rich family on the edge of town. He didn’t care if she liked it or not because she always had food, money, and now a good place to live by his standards. For Kenny, life was sweet. The sound of Barbara opening the front door prompted Kenny to remain seated as he flipped on the television. “Hope you got more beer,” he barked at her.

Barbara Wilkes glared at Kenny with marked contempt. How she hated this man. She hated everything about him from his yellowing teeth, unkempt toenails, and vile smell. Barbara wanted nothing more than for this waste of flesh to vanish from the face of the earth. She still couldn’t figure out how he’d been able to track her to Kingsport, but Barbara had a plan. No matter what, Kenny Wilkes wouldn’t stand in her way of obtaining her singular goal…the only reason she’d come to Kingsport. “You need to find yourself a job,” snapped Barbara.

“Why’d I do that?” Kenny glowered at her with seething contempt. “You’re my wife, girlie.”

“I am not a girl!”

“You’ll always be my sweet little girl… Sweet as the day I showed you how to have sex. So pure. So innocent.”

“I was a child!” retorted Barbara. “If my mother hadn’t been drugged out of her mind, she never would’ve allowed you to marry me.”

Kenny smiled cunningly. “Give ‘em pills, booze, cigarettes…and never stop. Perfect way to get someone to do whatever ya say.”

“I want you out of my apartment, Kenny. I mean it.”

“Ain’t for you to say. I’m your husband. It’s as much my place as yours. As a matter of fact, think it is time you started giving me your pay like you did before. You know you’re bad with money. Can’t be trusted. Probably go out and buy something fancy the likes of you don’t need. What ya got in your wallet?”

Barbara saw nothing but a flash of red as Kenny lunged for her purse. She quickly grabbed it, held it tight, and backed away from him. “No! I’m not giving you a cent!”

“You’d better do what’s right for you!”

“Or what?”

Kenny narrowed his beady eyes. “I’ll knock your ass into next year. You choose.”

Barbara held her ground as she stared into his blank eyes. “No.”

Before Kenny could strike her, Barbara pushed him with such force, he tripped over his feet before crashing into the coffee table. Stunned, Kenny touched his forehead to find it covered in blood. “You little bitch! I’m a kill you.”

“Go to hell!”

“Oh. I see. The little whore thinks she’s above herself now. You ain’t nothing, girlie…’cept my wife.” Kenny rose with a wobble, started for the bathroom, and said, “This ain’t over.”

As Kenny walked into the bathroom, Barbara felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew that today was the day for her plan to come into effect. Barbara calmly walked to the kitchen, opened the bag from the pharmacy, and examined the little bottle. The cure to all of her problems resided in this anonymous plastic tube. Little did Kenny know, but his days of tormenting Barbara would soon come to an end…as would life as he knew it…

India Montgomery waited in the parking lot of the hospital until she spied Dr. Connor Windsor coming out of the building. She watched him for a moment as a wave of desire crushed her heart. Despite everything this man had done to her, she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t. There was no way in the world she would lose him to Billy. “I need to talk to you,” called India as she raced over to him. “You can’t go through with the wedding!”

Connor glared at India with marked contempt. “Get out of my face, India.”

“No. I know about your fight with Billy.”

Connor shot India an incredulous look. “How on earth…”

“It’s okay,” whispered India. “You don’t have to marry him.” She stroked his beard with a small smile. “I can be everything he can’t be for you, Connor. Billy’s a fool to let you go.”

Connor swatted away her hand before saying, “You need to understand that I have never…and will never…love you, India.”

“Yes, you do! What we had…”

“We had nothing,” seethed Connor. “You’re crazy. Everyone says so.”

“Connor, don’t… Please don’t be mean to me,” India said as she battled back tears. “I know you love me!”

He took a step towards India, stared into her watery eyes, and deftly ran his hands down her thighs. “You like when I do that…” Connor leaned close to India as he exhaled on her swan like neck. “Remember when,” he said in a low, terrifying voice, “I would…well, you remember…”

India could feel herself begin to quake under his spell. “Don’t marry Billy. You…you can’t do that to me, Connor.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, India. I always have…and I always will.” Connor unlocked his car with a vicious laugh. “I love Billy. He believes it. The world believes it. No one will ever believe a word you say, India. I made sure of that a long time ago. Maybe one day…we can remember when…”

India watched Connor drive away, but in her heart of hearts she knew that he would keep his word. If Connor didn’t love Billy, then she would make sure that their wedding never happened. Yes, she didn’t have much time, but if it’s one thing India Montgomery knew how to do, it was how to ruin her brother’s life in order to get what was rightfully hers.

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Kingsport #35

Will Montgomery and Dr. Connor Windsor’s wedding plans had taken on a life of their own. Chefs were flown in from around the world to prepare lavish tasting menus; every floral arrangement known to man had been created; every society matron had offered her humble opinion; and musicians from around the world played tunes ranging from the inane to the caustic. Will wanted his wedding day to be perfect; Connor wanted it to be memorable. However, their parents wanted this most exclusive wedding day to befit their established images in Kingsport.

Raquel Windsor squinted her eyes at the floral centerpiece arrangements which lined the greenhouse on the Montgomery Estate. “I simply don’t know…everything is so beautiful!”

Alison Farrell Montgomery rolled her eyes. She’d known Raquel for over thirty years due to Raquel’s marriage to her childhood friend, Alistair Windsor. To Alison, Raquel was the worst kind of interloper because she forgot where she came from while pretending she’d been to the manor born like Alistair, Alison, and Charles. While Raquel may have softened her roughest edges, Alison always liked to remind her that she’d never be one of them. “I think it’s the right amount if we want to err on the side of understatement,” snapped Alison.

“Oh, yes, I didn’t see it that way,” chimed in Raquel. “Connor,” she purred to her son, “I think Alison and Will are correct.”

Connor smiled tightly. The last thing he wanted was look at floral centerpieces with his mother and Alison, but he loved Will so he said, “Will and I will be too busy enjoying the wedding to even think about centerpieces.”

“These things do matter,” added Will, “but Connor has a point.”

Raquel nodded in agreement. “Oh, I couldn’t agree more, Will!”

Alison exhaled loudly. “Look at the time. I’m sure Chef is having lunch up to the library as we speak. We mustn’t be late.” Alison floated out of the greenhouse with Raquel tripping over herself to keep up.

“I don’t know why your mother is so short with my mom,” sniffed Connor.

Will forced a tight smile on his face. “I don’t know why my mom does half the things she does, Connor.”

“She’s a snob.”

“Ouch. Be nice.”

Connor placed his arm around Will’s tight waist. “I’m sorry.” He kissed Will’s scented neck. “Let’s skip lunch. I’ve had enough of our mothers for one day.”

“We have to go. It’s lunch, not the gallows,” laughed Will as they stepped into the hot August sun. “Besides, our mothers will have to learn how to get along,” sighed Will.

“Then you need to talk to your mother,” snapped Connor. “Everyone knows my mother is desperate for Alison’s approval.”

Will exhaled sharply. “I’ll have a word with her. Connor,” began Will, softly, “my mother wants to buy us a house as her wedding present to us.”

Connor turned to Will with marked bewilderment. “Why? You can live in my house.”

“Well, she thinks it’ll be good for us to establish a home off of your family’s estate.”

“Will, you need to tell your mother to mind her business!”

“Connor!”

“I’m serious! There’s nothing wrong with my house. You never cared that it’s at the back of my family’s land. Only your mother would care about something so…trivial!”

“Okay, calm down,” snapped Will. “It’s just a house. Anyway, you always said your sister wanted your house, so why not give it to her?”

“Will, stop letting your parents control you.”

“My parents do not control me,” scoffed Will, hotly.

Connor shook his head as they approached the main house. “If you believe that…”

“They don’t!” insisted Will.

“Wake up, Will. You have more money than God, but your mother wants to buy our marital home. Oh, and let’s not forget that your dad bought the polo club for you. No wonder you have no qualms spending a million dollars of your money on our wedding because you never pay for anything! For crying out loud, you still live at home!”

Will froze in steely silence as he averted Connor’s gaze. In that moment, it felt like the world had lots its color, sounds ceased to exist, and joy had yet to be known. “You should go,” said Will, crisply.

“I can’t have an opinion?!?!”

“Go, Connor. I won’t ask you again,” replied Will, icily.

“Fine,” snapped Connor.

Will watched as Connor disappeared into the house as he wondered what he’d done to deserve such treatment from the man he loved. Just as the tears were about to flow, Alison walked out of the house towards her son. “Connor had to leave,” Will told his mother.

Alison shook her head in disbelief. “I heard you two from the hall. Oh, Billy…”

“Mom, please. Don’t. Pity is the last thing I need from you.”

“I’m not giving you my pity, Billy.” Alison seized her son by his hands, turned his face towards hers, and said, “You need to think long and hard about Connor. This is the moment every couple faces during the run-up to their wedding… It dictates whether or not they will commit themselves to each other…forever. If Connor is intimidated by your money…your family, then he is not the right man for you.”

“How can you say that to me?!”

“Billy,” Alison continued, firmly, “you need to hear this. Yes, Connor’s family has some money, but not they’re not like us. If Connor can’t handle it, then call off the wedding, Billy. I mean it.”

 

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