Spanish Scandals: Risking It All

‘Your dad’s here,’ Estelle said.

‘Thanks so much for last night, Estelle,’ Ginny said, grabbing her bag and heading out of the door, waving to her father, who had climbed back into the car when he saw her.

Ginny was too dosed up on flu medication even to notice the expensive car a little further down the road.

Raúl noticed her, though—and a frown appeared on his face as he saw Virginia, Gordon’s regular date, disappearing into a car driven by another older male. After Raúl’s father’s revelations he was past being surprised by anything, but there was a curious feeling of disappointment as he thought of Estelle and Virginia together with Gordon.

No.

He did not like the images that conjured, so he settled for the slightly more palatable version—that Estelle hadn’t picked him up at Dario’s; instead Estelle and Virginia must both work for the same escort agency.

He needed someone tough, Raúl told himself. He needed a woman who could separate sex from emotion, who could see what he was about to propose as a financial opportunity rather than a romantic proposition.

Except his knuckles were white as he clutched the steering wheel. Since last night there had been an incessant gnawing in his stomach when he thought of Estelle with Gordon. Now that gnawing had upgraded to a burn in the lining of his gut.

Estelle would be far better with him.

Was he arrogant to think so? Raúl pondered briefly as he walked up her garden path.

Perhaps, he conceded, but he was also assured enough to know that he was right.

‘What did you forget…?’ Estelle’s voice trailed off when she saw that it wasn’t Ginny.

Raúl preferred the way she’d looked last night on the balcony, but her appearance now—the short skirt, the heavy make-up, the lacquered hair—actually made things easier.

‘What do you want?’

‘I wanted to apologise for what I said last night. I think it was misconstrued.’

‘I think you made things perfectly clear.’ She drew in a breath and then gave a small nod. ‘Apology accepted. Now, if you’ll excuse me?’

Her hand was ready to close the door on him. There was just a moment and Raúl knew he had to use it wisely. There was no time for mixed messages. He knew he had better reveal the truth up-front.

‘You were right—I didn’t want you to go back to Gordon, but not just because…’ The door was closing on him so Raúl told her exactly what he was here for. ‘I wanted to ask you to marry me.’

Estelle laughed.

After the tension of the last twenty-four hours, then her brother’s tears on the phone, and now Raúl, standing absolutely immaculate in black jeans and a shirt at her door with his ridiculous proposal, all she could do was throw her head back and laugh.

‘I’m serious.’

‘Of course you are,’ Estelle answered. ‘Just as you were serious last night when you told me just how much you don’t want to marry—ever.’

‘I don’t want to marry for love,’ Raúl said, ‘but I do need a bride. One with a level head. One who knows what she wants and goes for it.’

There was that implication again, Estelle realised. She was about to close the door, but then she looked down to the cheque Raul was holding—one with her name on it—and she saw the ridiculous amount he was offering. He surely wasn’t serious. She looked up at him and realised that possibly he was—that he could pay for her services. As Gordon had.

Estelle gave a nervous swallow, reminding herself that whatever happened, whatever Raúl thought, she must not betray Gordon’s confidence.

‘Look—whatever you think, Gordon and I…’

‘Should that be, Gordon, Virginia and I?’ He watched her flaming cheeks pale. ‘I just saw her leave. Are you both dating him?’

‘I don’t have to explain anything to you.’

‘You’re right,’ Raúl conceded.

‘How did you know where I lived?’

‘I checked your bag when you were dancing with Gordon.’

Estelle blinked. He was honest, brutally honest—and, yes, she couldn’t help herself. She was curious.

‘Are you going to ask me in or do I stand and speak here?’

‘I don’t think so.’ Common sense told her to close the door on him, but as she stared into black eyes curiosity was starting to win. Things like this—conversations like this—simply didn’t happen to Estelle. But, more than that, she wanted to find out more about this man who had been on her mind from the second their eyes had locked.

‘I ask for ten minutes,’ Raúl said. ‘If you want me to leave then, I shall, and I will never bother you again.’

He spoke in such a matter-of-fact voice. This was business to him, Estelle realised, and he assumed it was the same for her. She chose to keep it that way.

‘Ten minutes,’ Estelle said, and opened the door.

He looked around the small house. It was typical student accommodation, yet she was not your typical student.

‘You are studying?’

‘Yes.’

‘Can I ask what?’

Estelle hesitated, not keen on revealing anything to him, but surely it could do no harm. ‘Ancient architecture.’

‘Really?’ Raul frowned. Her response was not the one he’d been expecting.

She offered him a seat and Raúl took it. Estelle chose a chair on the opposite side of the room to him. He wasted no time getting to the point.

‘I have told you that my father is sick?’ Raúl said, and Estelle nodded. ‘And that for a long time he has wanted to see me settled? Now, with his death nearing, more and more he wishes to see his wish fulfilled—he has convinced himself that a wife will tame my ways.’

Estelle said nothing. She just looked at this man she doubted would ever be tamed; she had tasted his passion, had heard about his appalling reputation. A ring on his finger certainly wouldn’t have stopped what had taken place last night.

‘You might remember I told you my father revealed he has another son?’

Again Estelle nodded.

‘He has said that if I do not comply, if I do not settle down, then he will leave his share of the business to my…’ He could not bring himself to call Luka his brother. ‘I refuse to allow that to happen.’

She could see the determination in his eyes.

‘Which is why I have come this evening to speak with you.’

‘Why aren’t you having this conversation with Araminta? I’m sure she’d be delighted to marry you.’

‘I did briefly consider it,’ Raúl admitted, ‘but there are several reasons. The main one being she would not be able to reconcile the fact that this is a business transaction. She would agree, I think, but it would be with hope that love would grow, that perhaps a baby might change my mind. It will not,’ Raúl said. His voice was definite. ‘Which is why I come to speak with you. A woman who understands a certain business.’

‘I really think you have the wrong idea about me.’

‘I am not here to judge you. On the contrary, I admire a woman who can separate love from sex.’

He did not understand the wry smile on her face. If only he knew. It faded as he continued.

‘We are attracted to each other.’ Raúl said it as a fact. ‘Surely for you that can only be a bonus?’

Estelle blew out a breath; he was practically calling her a hooker and yet she was in a poor position to deny it.

‘We both like to party,’ Raúl said. ‘And we like to live life in the fast lane—even if we know how to take things seriously at times.’

He was wrong about the fast lane, and Estelle knew if she admitted the truth he’d be gone. But, yes, she was undeniably attracted to him. Her skin was tingling just from his presence. Her mind was still begging for a moment of peace just to process the dance and the kiss they had shared last night.

He interrupted her wandering thoughts.

‘Estelle. I have spoken with my father’s doctor; it is a matter of weeks rather than months. You would only be away for a short while.’

‘Away?’

‘I live in Marbella.’

Now she definitely shook her head. ‘Raúl, I have a life here. My niece is sick. I am studying…’

‘You can return to your studies a wealthy woman—and naturally you will have regular trips home.’

He looked at her, with her gaudy make-up and teased hair. He chose to remember her fresh-faced on the balcony, recalled the comfort she had given even before they had kissed. He should not care, but he did not like the life she was leading. Suddenly it was imperative for reasons other than appeasing his father that she take this chance.

‘I do not judge you, Estelle, but you could come back and start over. You can live the life you want to without ever having to worry about the rent.’

Estelle stood and walked to the window, not wanting him to see the tears that sprang in her eyes because for a moment there he had sounded as if he actually cared.

‘You certainly won’t have to host dinner parties or cook for me. I work hard all day. You can shop. We’ll eat out every night. And there are many clubs to choose from, parties to attend. You would never be bored.’

He had no idea about her at all.

‘After my father’s death, after a suitable pause, we will admit our whirlwind marriage cannot deal with the grief—that with regret we are to part. No one will ever know you married for money. That would be written into the contract.’

‘Contract?’

‘Of course,’ Raúl said. ‘One that will protect both of us, that will lay down all the rules. I have asked my lawyer to fly in for a meeting at midday tomorrow. Naturally it will be a lengthy meeting. We will have to go over terms.’

‘I won’t be there.’

He didn’t look in the least deterred.

‘Raúl, my brother would never believe me.’

‘I will come with you and speak to him.’

‘Oh, and he’ll believe you? He’ll believe we met yesterday and fell madly in love? He’ll have me certified insane before he lets me fly off with a stranger—’

‘We met last year.’ Raúl interrupted her tirade. It was clear he had thought it all through. ‘When you were in Spain. It was then that we fell madly in love, but of course with your brother’s accident it was not the time to say so, or to make plans to move, so we put it down to a holiday romance. We met again a few weeks ago and this time around I had no intention of letting you go.’

‘I don’t want to lie to him.’

‘You are always truthful?’ Raúl checked. ‘Does he know about Gordon, then? Does he know—?’

‘Okay,’ she interrupted. Because of course there were things her brother didn’t know. She was actually considering it—so much so that she turned to him with a question. ‘Would your family believe it?’

‘Before I found out about my father’s other life I chose to let him think I was serious about someone I used to date. It was not you I had in mind, but they do not know that.’

It could work.

The frown that was on her brow was smoothed, the impossibility of it all was fading, and Raúl knew it was time to leave.

‘Sleep on it,’ Raúl said. ‘Naturally there is more that I have to tell you, but I am not prepared to discuss certain things until after the marriage.’

‘What sort of things?’

‘Nothing that impacts on you now—just things that a loving wife would know all about. It is something I would not reveal to anyone I did not trust or love.’

‘Or pay for?’

‘Yes.’ He placed the cheque on the coffee table and handed her two business cards.

‘That is the hotel my lawyer will be staying at. I have booked an office there. The other card contains my contact details—for now.’

‘For now?’

‘I am changing my phone number tomorrow,’ Raúl said. ‘One other thing…’ He ran a finger along her cheek, looked at the full mouth he had so enjoyed kissing last night. ‘There will be no one else for the duration of our contract…’

‘It’s not going to happen.’

‘Well, in case you change your mind—’ he handed her an envelope ‘—you might need this.’

She opened it, stared at the photo that had been taken last night. His arm was on the chair behind her, she was laughing, and there was Raúl—smiling, absolutely beautiful, his eyes on her, staring at her as if he was entranced.

He must have known the photographer was on his way, Estelle realised. He had been considering this even last night.

Raúl had rearranged the seating—she was certain of it now.

She realised then the lengths he would go to to get his way.

‘Did you arrange for Gordon to be called away?’

‘Of course.’

‘You don’t even try to deny it?’

He heard her anger.

‘You’d prefer that I lie?’ Raúl checked.

She looked to the mantelpiece, to the photo of her brother and Amanda holding a tiny, frail Cecelia. She was so tired of struggling. But she could not believe that she was considering his offer. She had considered Gordon’s, though, Estelle told herself. Tomorrow she had been going to tell her brother she was deferring her studies and moving in with them.

She had already made the decision to up-end her life.

This would certainly up-end it—but in a rather more spectacular way.

She went into the kitchen with the excuse of making coffee, but really it was to gather her thoughts.

Bought by Raúl.

Estelle closed her eyes. It was against everything she believed in, yet it wasn’t just the money that tempted her. It was something more base than that.

A man as beautiful as Raúl, for her first lover. The thought of sharing his bed, his life—even for a little while—was as tempting as the cheque he had written. Estelle blew out a breath, her skin on fire, aroused just at the thought of lying beside him. Yet she knew that if Raúl knew she was a virgin the deal would be off.

‘Not for me.’

He was standing at the kitchen door, watching as she spooned instant coffee into two mugs.

‘I’ll leave you to think about it. If you do not arrive at the appointment then I will accept your decision and stop the cheque. As I said, tomorrow my phone number will be changing. It will be too late to change your mind.’

It really was, Estelle knew, a once-in-a-lifetime offer.

CHAPTER EIGHT

‘I WILL FLY your family out for the wedding…’

They were sitting in Raúl’s lawyer’s office, going over details that made Estelle burn, but it was all being dealt with in a cool, precise manner.

‘I will speak with your parents and brother.’

‘My parents are both deceased.’ Estelle said it in a matter-­of-fact way. She was not after sympathy from Raúl and this was not a tender conversation. ‘And my brother and his wife won’t be able to attend—Cecelia is too sick to travel.’

‘You should have someone there for you.’

‘Won’t your family believe us otherwise?’ There was a slight sneer to her voice, which she fought to check. She had chosen to be here, after all. It was just the mention of her parents, of Cecelia, that had her throat tightening—the realisation that everything in this marriage bar love would be real and she would be going through it all alone.

‘It has nothing to do with that,’ Raúl said. ‘It is your wedding day. You might find it overwhelming to be alone.’

‘Oh, please,’ Estelle responded, determined not to let him see her fear. ‘I’ll be fine.’

‘Very well.’ Raúl nodded. ‘It will be a small wedding, but traditional. The press will go wild—they have been waiting a long time for me to marry—but we will not let them know we are married till after.’

They had been talking for hours; every detail from wardrobe allowance to hair and make-up had been discussed.

Estelle had insisted she could choose her own clothes.

‘I have a reputation to think of,’ had been Raúl’s tart response.

Estelle was entitled to one week every month to come back to the UK and visit her family for the duration of the contract.

‘I am sure we will both need the space,’ had been Raúl’s explanation. ‘I am not used to having someone permanently around.’

There was now an extremely uncomfortable conversation—for Estelle, in any case—about the regularity of sex, and also about birth control and health checks. Raúl didn’t appear in the least bit fazed.

‘In the event of a pregnancy—’ the lawyer started.

Raúl was quick to interrupt. Only now did he seem concerned by the subject matter being discussed. ‘There is to be no pregnancy.’ There was a low menace to his voice. ‘I don’t think my bride-to-be would be foolish enough to try and trap me in that way.’

‘It still needs to be addressed.’ The lawyer was very calm.

‘I have no intention of getting pregnant.’ Estelle gave a small nervous laugh, truly horrified at the prospect. She had seen the stress Cecelia had placed on Andrew and Amanda, and they were head over heels in love.

‘You might change your mind,’ Raúl said, for he trusted no one. ‘You might decide that you like the lifestyle and don’t want to give it up.’ He looked to his lawyer. ‘We need to make contingency plans.’

‘Absolutely,’ the lawyer said.

It could not be made clearer that this was all business.

Estelle sat as with clinical detachment he ensured that he would provide for any child they might have on the condition that the child resided in Spain.

If she moved back to England, Estelle would have to fight against his might just to make the rent.

‘I think that covers it,’ the lawyer said.

‘Not quite.’ Estelle cleared her throat. ‘I’d like us to agree that we won’t sleep with each other till after the wedding.’

‘There’s no need for quaint.’

‘I’ve agreed to all your terms.’ She looked coolly at him. It was the only way for this to work. If he knew she was a virgin this meeting would close now. ‘You can surely agree to one of mine? I’d like some time off before I start working.’ She watched his jaw tighten slightly as she made it clear that this was work.

‘Very well.’ Raúl did not like to be told that sleeping with him would be a chore. ‘You may well change your mind.’

‘I shan’t.’

‘You will be flown in a couple of days before the wedding. I will be on my yacht, partying as grooms do before their marriage. You shall have the apartment to yourself.’ He had no intention of holding hands and playing coy for a week. He waited for her nod and then turned to his lawyer. ‘Draft it.’

They waited in a sumptuous lounge as the lawyer got to work, but Estelle couldn’t relax.

‘You are tense.’

‘It’s not every day you get offered a million dollars.’ She could at least be honest about that. ‘Nor move to Marbella…’

‘You will love it,’ Raúl said. ‘The night-life is fantastic…’

He just didn’t know her at all, Estelle realised yet again.

‘How did your parents die?’ Raúl asked, watching as her shoulders stiffened. ‘My family are bound to ask.’

‘In a car accident,’ Estelle said, turning to him. ‘The same as your mother.’

He opened his mouth to speak and then changed his mind.

‘I just hope everyone believes us,’ Estelle said.

‘Why wouldn’t they? Even when we divorce we’ll maintain the lie. You understand the confidentiality clause?’ Raúl checked. ‘No one is ever to know that this is a marriage of convenience only.’

‘No one will ever hear it from me,’ she assured him. The prospect of being found out was abhorrent to Estelle. ‘Just a whirlwind romance and a marriage that didn’t work out.’

‘Good,’ Raúl said. ‘And, Estelle—even if we do get on…even if you do like—’

‘Don’t worry, Raúl,’ she interrupted. ‘I’m not going to be falling in love with you.’ She gave him a tight smile. ‘I’ll be out of your life, as per the contract.’

CHAPTER NINE

RAÚL HAD BEEN RIGHT.

Estelle stood on the balcony of his luxurious apartment, looking out at the marina, on the morning of her wedding day, and was, as Raúl had predicted, utterly and completely overwhelmed.

She had arrived in Marbella two days ago and had barely stopped for air since. Stepping into this vast apartment, she had fully glimpsed his wealth. Every room bar the movie screening room was angled to take in the stunning view of the Mediterranean, and every whim was catered for from Jacuzzi to sauna. There was a whole new wardrobe waiting for her too. The only thing lacking was that the kitchen cupboards and fridge were empty.

‘Call Sol’s if you don’t want to go out,’ Raúl had said. ‘They will bring whatever you want straight over.’

The only vaguely familiar thing had been the photo of them both, taken at Donald’s wedding, beautifully framed and on a wall. But even that had been dealt with by Raúl. It had been manipulated so that her make-up was softer, her cleavage less revealing.

It had been a sharp reminder that he thought her a tart.

Raúl knew the woman he wanted to marry, and it wasn’t the woman he had met, so there had been trips to a beauty salon for hair treatments and make-up lessons.

‘I don’t need make-up lessons,’ Estelle had said.

‘Oh, baby, you do,’ had been his response. ‘Subtle is best.’

Constantly she had to remind herself to be the woman he thought he had met. A woman who acted as if delighted by her new designer wardrobe, who didn’t mind at all when he told her to wear factor fifty-plus because he liked her pale skin.

But it wasn’t that which concerned Estelle this morning as she looked out at the glittering sea and the luxurious yachts, wondering which one was Raúl’s.

Tonight she would be on his yacht.

This night they would be sharing a bed.

Estelle wasn’t sure if she was more terrified of losing her virginity, or of him finding out that she had never slept with anyone before.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice, she thought helplessly. But she knew she didn’t have a hope of delivering to his bed the sexually experienced woman that Raúl was expecting. Last night, before heading off with his sponsors for his final night as a single man, Raúl had kissed her slowly and deeply. The message his tongue had delivered had been an explicit one.

‘Why do you make me wait?’

Tonight he would find out why.

‘You have a phone call.’ Rosa, his housekeeper, brought the phone up to the balcony. It was Amanda on the line.

‘How are you doing?’ Amanda asked.

‘I’m petrified.’ It was nice to be honest.

‘All brides are,’ Amanda said. ‘But Raúl will take good care of you.’

He had utterly and completely charmed Amanda, but had not quite won over Andrew.

‘I am not letting her go again.’ He had looked Andrew straight in the eye as he said it. ‘If I move Estelle to Spain I want to make a proper commitment. That is why she will come to be my wife.’

So easily he had lied.

Estelle knew she must remember that fact.

‘How did the dress turn out?’ Amanda asked.

‘It’s beautiful,’ Estelle said. ‘Even better than I imagined it would be.’

It was the only thing Estelle had been allowed to organise. It had all be done online and by phone, and the final adjustments made when she had arrived.

‘How is Cecelia?’ Estelle asked, desperate for news of her niece.

‘She’s still asleep.’

It was nine a.m. in Spain, which meant it was eight a.m. in the UK. Cecelia had always been an early riser. More and more she slept these days, though Amanda always did her best to be upbeat.

‘I’m going to dress her up for the wedding and take a photo and send it. Even if we can’t be there today, know that we’re thinking of you.’

‘I know.’

‘And I’m not your sister, but I do think of you as one.’

‘Thank you,’ Estelle said, her eyes welling up. ‘I think of you as a sister too.’

They weren’t idle words; many hours had been spent in hospital waiting rooms this past year.

‘Is that the door?’ Amanda asked.

‘Yes. Don’t worry, someone else will get it.’

‘Do you have a butler?’