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Chapter 19

Slamming the front door to his flat behind him, Guy stomped through the hallway and into the kitchen dropping his keys and the bag he was carrying on a shelf on his way through. He pulled his jacket from off his shoulders hanging it over a chair and went to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of beer and a portion of leftover lasagne. As he waited for his meal to warm through he thought back over the last couple of weeks. They'd been terrible since Jo had left and today had been no exception.

As he began to eat his meal he imagined what it would be like to have Jo with him, sitting together at the table, discussing the events of their respective day and just enjoying each other's company before settling down together in front of the TV or listening to some music as they discussed the finer points of soul or jazz or the indie rock he preferred. He smiled to himself, wondering how Jo was and what she was up to, if she was eating at the same time he was and if so, what she was having.

His eyes closed as he sighed, Emily had really been rattling him, finding ways to try and stall his divorce from her. Every day it had been different. She started off wanting to know exactly what assets he had so that she could have her share, it wasn't enough that she had everything she could hope to have that she wanted to strip him of half of his measly wealth. Not that he had much, a bit of money in savings and his works pension. Then she'd decided that she'd wanted to sue Guy for adultery but after a meeting between the two solicitors she went a bit quiet on that one and withdrew her argument. So that just left him with her latest bombshell to deal with.

Guy had been asked by Henry to go and see him urgently and once he had arranged some time with Robert he met with his old friend later on that afternoon. As soon as he'd walked through the door he could see that there was trouble, the look on Henry's face had said it all before Guy had even sat down.

"What's up?" Guy had asked.

Henry sighed. "I'm sorry Guy but Emily is now suggesting that you are the father of her baby."

"That's impossible."

"How so?"

"Henry, she told me she was pregnant so that I would marry her, then she made up some cock and bull story that she'd lost it. There never was a baby."

"Well, she's telling a different story. And unfortunately the court will want to know details. She will claim that her child deserves to have some consideration in the divorce and that you will have to pay for the child's well being."

"So, what am I supposed to do?"

"Prove you're not the father, which we can either do now, privately, or wait until the court tells us to."

"A DNA test?"

Henry nodded, "it's the only way."

Guy got up from his seat, pacing up and down the room like a caged animal as he thought over the events. "There is no way that I am the father of any child she has had. I was always so careful."

"We have to consider all eventualities, Guy. You say that the child is definitely not yours and I believe you, however it's making the court believe you too. You told me that you found Emily in bed with your brother and that was why you threw her out in the first place."

"That's right."

"The child is more likely to be his then. And that is what we need to prove. The difficult thing is that with this kind of testing they look for similarities in the DNA coding of the individual parents against those of the child. If just you and Emily are tested then the result will more than likely indicate that you are the father."

"But I'm not." Guy's frustration was beginning to show.

"Guy, listen to me. She is claiming that you and her slept together two nights before you found her with Nick. She's not stupid, even if her child's father is Nick and not you without him we are going to find it difficult to prove that you are not this child's father. And she knows this. DNA testing is not an exact science and a basic test will only rule out for definite who is not likely to be a parent. Not only do we need to have an in depth analysis done but we also need your brother to be tested at the same time."

"How much?"

"About £700, all told."

"Ok, how long?"

"Once we've got an appointment for all test subjects sorted out then it could be anything up to six weeks. And that's before the evidence is admitted to court."

Guy sat down, his head in his hands. "That lengthens my sentence a bit then doesn't it? What would you say now, Henry? Fifteen months, maybe?"

"I'm sorry, Guy."

"It's ok, Henry, it's not your fault. I know you're doing your best for me."

"Do you think that Nick will be willing to take the test?"

"I don't know, Henry. Last time we spoke we were on better terms with each other but who knows." Guy sighed heavily. "What the hell am I going to tell Jo?"

"I find the truth always goes down well."

"Yeah, but the poor girl has had enough truth to last her a lifetime."

"I'm sure she'll be fine, Guy. From what you've told me she's as strong as an ox."

Guy smiled briefly, "yeah, she is that. Anything else?"

"No, as soon as I hear anything else I'll let you know."

And that's when Guy had left Henry's office, aimlessly wandering around the London streets until he'd decided to take his mind off things by purchasing the few bits he needed in order to begin designing the dream home that Jo had asked him to concentrate on. After browsing the stationers for the exact paper and some ink cartridges for his pens that he desperately needed he found his way over to the note papers and pads. He selected a cream vellum notepad and envelopes before picking up a diary with a day per page, he had to have something to do to stop him going mad and this was a good way for him to keep track of the days since he and Jo had parted.

He'd come home then wondering what he should write about and whether or not he should include open plan living spaces and large picture windows in the new house. And as he now sat finishing up his meal he decided that his first job was to write to Jo and tell her everything that had been happening. He owed her too much to even attempt to be dishonest with her again.

Just as he was about to set pen to paper the door bell rung. He padded back through the flat and opened the door. "Hi, Robert. Come in."

"Thanks Guy." Robert walked through the door and waited for Guy to usher him into the living room. Guy offered Robert a drink but Robert replied that he wouldn't be stopping long; he was only stopping by to find out how the afternoon had panned out, "and to drop this off." He handed Guy a manila envelope, "it's from Jo." Guy visibly brightened, "she says there's a note in the envelope and thank you for her present."

He stared at her eloquent handwriting as it spelt out his name, "that's great."

"She also asked me to give you a kiss, but we can forego that one can't we?" Guy nodded; he knew Robert was doing more than he should've been as it was. "Do you want to tell me about this afternoon?" Robert asked.

"Emily has told her solicitor that I am the father of her child."

Robert was stunned. "Are you?"

"No. I am not, Robert. I didn't even know she had a kid let alone me being the father of it. Henry says I need to get a paternity test done but that will add months to this bloody divorce."

"Oh, and Jo?"

"Robert, I'm going to write to her about it. I'm going to tell her everything that Emily has already tried to do. I just hope she understands."

"She will, I have no doubt of that. If anyone knows how conniving Marion can be, then it's Jo."

"Thanks, I'll give you the letter tomorrow," Robert nodded. "Do you think I could have a long weekend too? I want to get down to the site to measure up and see the lie of the land, meet with the builder as well if that's ok?"

"I don't see why not, I'll get Jo to sort out a meeting with the builder if you like. Back in on Monday though."

Guy nodded as he let his boss out of his flat. "Cheers, Guv. See you Monday." He walked back into the lounge and picked up the envelope that Robert had given him. Opening it up he allowed the contents to slide out onto the table. "Oh my God." He grinned at the top photo, his fingers tracing around the outline of Jo's figure in the expensive underwear that he had bought her, "Jo, you're a bloody tease but you look exquisite."

He picked up the note and unfolded it, a pressed dianthus falling from within the pages of the dark red paper she had chosen to write upon with a gold pen. He laughed at the schoolgirl hearts she'd drawn over the paper before settling back into his armchair and beginning to read.

My darling Guy

I wanted to start by reiterating to you your words about those precious hours we spent together before our cruel parting on Monday. I have never felt so loved by anyone in the whole of my life, those hours that we enjoyed were heartfelt as well as passionate and will comfort me in times when my heart is troubled and when I feel so totally alone.

Thank you for my present. As you will notice from the pictures I tried the items on, they fit me perfectly and they feel so good on. However, even with all my fantasising I still can't wait to see your reaction when I wear them for you, can't wait to feel your hot kisses trail over my body as its still encased within the gorgeous lace and have you peel it from me before we make love. I trust that the pictures will go some way towards helping you with your own fantasies.

On another note, my aunt expressed a wish to see a picture of you but as I went through the photos I have I can't seem to find even one. She is curious to know all about the man that has stolen my heart especially when I seem to have foiled her own matchmaking plans for me. She's old and unwell and wants to see me happy. She thought that she could possibly get me to recognise an old friend's worthy attributes and marry me off to him before the summer ended but she'll have to make do with Ben just being my teacher of all things horticulture. After all, I am betrothed to you, am I not?

"Who on earth is Ben?" Guy asked himself.

I'm sure you're probably wondering who Ben is. He and I grew up together, we were good friends up until my parents moved and then we lost touch. He used to help out every summer holidays with the flower picking and, I suppose, that was why my aunt decided to entrust the business to him. She assures me that the business is mine but it needs a worthy manager at its helm and Ben is the best person for the job. He knows how my aunt and uncle used to run the business and he has some marvellous ideas to take it forward so that it stays healthy and profitable in the coming years and affords us all a generous income. He's a great teacher ...

"I bet he is." Guy attempted to swallow back the jealousy that he could feel bubbling just under the surface.

... and I'm learning so much about these wonderful plants. We've even come up with some ideas to plant other crops so that we have some spring flowers to sell too.

I'm sorry, I never meant to sound so enthusiastic about being here without you and I suppose that you are feeling jealousy towards Ben because he's here with me whilst you're not. Please understand my intention. I wanted you to know that I was ok and being looked after but I also want you to know that Ben has nothing he can offer me that I could possibly want from him. I love you, Guy Gisborne, no one other than you will ever be able to lay claim to my heart. Rest assured it is yours forever.

Now, promise me that you won't be jealous and that you will take those snapshots to bed with you. Maybe then you'll understand how I feel about you when you can see with those beautiful blue eyes of yours what it is that the memory of your touch and your lovemaking does to me.

I am forever yours

Jo xxx

PS the enclosed flower is sent as a reminder of me. Whenever you feel low just hold onto it and remember how much I love you.

Well that was one thing he was always sure of, how much Jo loved him but he was just so unsure of the outside influences around her and what problems they could cause if they were allowed to create any. At least she'd told him he had to give her that, after everything they had already been through she could have kept it from him. But he knew that the reason why she had done it was because she wanted them to be honest to one another and that was the best thing that both of them could do for one another.

He picked up the pile of photographs as he had silently promised her, and began to flick through them. The first few were quite simply pin ups, Jo had gone for the expensive model in a studio look and she was hot, her curves and ample bust seductively sexy in the underwear that he had bought for her. Guy decided he had clearly made the right choice; it was evident from the pictures that she felt good wearing the lingerie.

The next few took his breath away, a mixture of erotic imagery and desirous pleasure. It was obvious from the number of pictures and the ever increasing stages of arousal on her face that Jo had set the camera on a timer for him, her hands taking the place of his as she teased her body for him and herself and brought herself to orgasm several times and in several states of undress. She had thought of him as she had worked her body, calling his name with every climax she had yielded too but on each of the occasions that she had done it she had obviously thought about what he'd like to see and what he would gain enjoyment from. She was already turning from the frightened pussy cat into the tempting tigress he knew lay beneath the fragile exterior. The fearless feline that would only show herself for him and him alone.

He could feel his cock hardening within his jeans, the tight fabric restricting him as he imagined her sitting up against the head board of their bed, stripped naked apart from black stocking hold ups and stiletto shoes, her legs apart and her breasts and pussy on show for him, inviting him to take her. He opened the button of his fly tugging the denim and cotton of his boxer shorts down over his hips to release his erection. His eyes closed, he began to stroke his cock as he imagined going down on Jo, her heeled feet and stockinged legs draped over his shoulders as he laved at her bud with his tongue whilst he sort her g-spot with his fingers. She came for him hard and fast as he lapped at her folds, tasting her juices. He wasn't far behind himself, the milky liquid squirting out over his t-shirt as he came for her calling her name over and over. "Jesus, Jo. You really are no good for me," he laughed at himself, his trousers around his knees and his slowly receding cock resting against the damp stained t-shirt he was wearing.

He righted himself before picking up the photographs and her letter, "you should come with a government health warning, Jo." He said, before safely ensconcing the photos in his bedside cabinet and then taking a shower in order to clean himself up.

He picked up his phone and dialled the number to his mother's home. "Nick?"

His brother answered. "Yeah. Guy?"

"Yes mate, you ok?"

"Not bad. You?"

"Could be worse I suppose."

"Did you find Emily?"

"Yeah, long story short, she tried to murder my girlfriend."

"Oh, Jeez. Shit. Is your girlfriend ok?"

"She's fine. Look Nick, did you know that Emily had a baby?" The phone became silent, "Nick, I'm not going to be angry mate. I'm angry enough with that lying bitch to be angry with anyone else."

Eventually Nick spoke up. "Yes, I did."

"What happened? Is the kid yours?"

Nick sighed, "when we split up, Emily told me that the kid was mine but as I allegedly wasn't taking responsibility for Emily then I wasn't going to have my chance with the little-un. The girl lives with her grandmother. Why?"

"Emily is citing me as the child's father on the divorce petition. My solicitor advises me to get a paternity test done but to include you so as to make damn sure the child isn't mine and could be yours. I need to ask you to do this one thing for me."

"Of course, Guy. Just tell me when and where and I'll get myself there."

"I'll come and get you when you're needed. How are you doing?"

"I'm clean now, have been for nearly two weeks thanks to you and mum."

"That's down to you mate, no one else."

"Yeah but I'd still be in that pokey flat if you hadn't got me to see mum that day."

"Well ..." Guy couldn't think of what to say. "Thanks Nick, for doing this thing for me."

"It's ok. Maybe this is the step we need to become a family again?" Nick asked hopefully.

"Yeah, maybe," Guy smiled to himself.

"One condition though."

"Yeah?" Guy asked.

"I get to meet this girlfriend of yours."

Guy laughed, "ok, but only after I've got that ring on her finger and know how totally devoted she is to me. After all, there's only one Gisborne I want charming her ... me!"

"Point taken, brother," Nick agreed, "besides when you come up there may be someone I would like you to meet."

"Oh yeah?" Guy asked dubiously.

"Yeah. I went out to the cinema with a couple of mates from the fellowship a few of weeks back, met this girl standing in line for popcorn and drinks. We got chatting, I asked her out to dinner and she accepted. She's a bit younger than me but she likes me, for all my faults."

"Good, nice to see you're getting your life back in order. How's mum?"

"It's not looking good. Her doctor keeps saying that her condition is normal but she's not right. She just sleeps a lot of the time and I asked the nurses what was in her drip, its morphine. She must be in so much pain. I can't stand to see her suffer so much."

"Ok, look I'm going to Devon at the weekend so if you need me I'll be on my mobile and I'll see if I can get some time off work next week to come up and see you both."

"Thanks Guy."

"It's ok, mate. I'll let you know then, bye."

"Bye for now."

Guy put his head in his hands, wasn't it enough that he was being kept from his precious Jo that now it seemed clear that his mother wasn't going to be around for much longer either. He picked up the phone again.

"Hi Robert."

"Guy, what's up?"

"Its mum, she's not very well. Actually she's got the latter stages of ovarian cancer, I've just spoken to my brother and it doesn't sound good. I know this goes against everything that Jo wanted but do you think you could get a message to her, I really need to see her."

"I'll try, that's all I can say. Would you like a bit more time off to go and see your mum?"

"Yes please."

"Then it's done. Just give me a call when you're ready to come back. Ok?"

"Thanks Robert. Bye."

Within twenty minutes he had a text message from Robert as he had forwarded Jo's reply to Guy. 'Go to the site tomorrow for about 2 pm and meet Stuart Pascoe. Rob will text details. Then get yourself to the Burgh Island Hotel, Bigbury On Sea. I've booked the Beach Room there under your name. I'll join you as soon as I can, I'm hoping about 6 pm. See you soon. Love Jo. Xxx.'

Guy held his phone to his chest before re-reading the text smiling to himself. Jo was going to break their treaty for him, "I can't wait, and I'll see you tomorrow." He was soon packing his bag and relaxing into sleep wondering what the days ahead would bring. And as his eyes closed he dreamed Jo's dream as now dear to him as it was to her, with their extensive family in their home above the south Devon coastline.
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