Free Making Love To Death (One Night With Death) by Natalie Kristen

answered softly.
    “ This is my son, Luc.” Emma stared at
Damien as he stood up to face her. There was an expression of awe
and wonder on his face as he met her eyes. Emma regarded him
curiously. Why was he staring at Luc so intently? Did he dislike
kids?
    To her shock, he suddenly pulled her into a fierce hug.
    “ What are you...?” she sputtered.
    He held her tightly for a moment and released her. She
staggered back, trying to catch her breath.
    “ I'm sorry,” Damien said, blinking at her.
“I don't know what came over me. I...I've never behaved like
this before.”
    Luc giggled. “If you don't behave yourself, Mummy
will spank you!”
    A mischievous glint flashed in Damien's eye as he bit
back a retort.
    “ Come in,” Emma said quickly. “We're
just about to have breakfast. Would you like some coffee?”
    “ I'll like that very much. Thank you.”
    Damien stepped into her second floor walk-up apartment
and looked around. Luc's toys littered the living room floor, and
her files and laptop were on the coffee table.
    “ It's a little messy...” Emma began, as she
led the way to the kitchen.
    “ No, no, it's perfect,” he breathed.
“It's...home.”
    Emma arched an eyebrow. This was Damien Blake, tech
billionaire with countless luxurious properties and yachts to his
name, and he was staring around her humble abode with a look of utter
and pure amazement and appreciation. He followed her into the
kitchen and smiled at the sight of a box of cereal and two plastic
bowls carefully laid out on the dining table. Luc clambered up on a
chair and began to pour cereal into the bowls, spilling most of it
onto the table. “I'm making breakfast,” he announced
proudly. “Want some?”
    “ Yes, please.”
    “ Okay.” Luc jumped off the chair and
grabbed another plastic bowl from the cupboard. “You can have
my green bowl. It glows in the dark.”
    “ I am honored,” Damien said seriously.
    Luc opened the fridge and hauled a carton of milk up
onto the table.
    “ I'll get that, buddy,” Damien said, taking
the carton from Luc. Once Damien poured the milk into the bowls, Luc
dug into his cereal with gusto. “Eat quickly,” he urged
with his mouth full. “We're going to the amusement park.”
    Emma brought two steaming cups of coffee over and sat
down opposite Damien. She eyed him as he chatted and joked with Luc.
When he looked up at her, she asked tersely, “Why are you
here? How did you know where I live?”
    “ I have my sources.”
    “ Oh right. Money talks.”
    “ Don't take this the wrong way. I...I can't
explain this. I don't even know...myself,” he gestured towards
his tall, lean body. “I can't even remember why I overdosed.
I read all the reports, trying to find something that might make
sense.” He shook his head. “The tabloids are
speculating that I tried to kill myself over a woman, or some women,
or a failed business, or something or other. But I honestly can't
remember. It's like I've forgotten chunks of my life...and
remembered other bits. And these other bits—” He took a
deep breath. “All have you.”
    Emma stared into his eyes, and saw the brown fade
completely from his eyes. When she blinked, his eyes had become
completely blue.
    “ Your...” she started.
    “ Can I go now, Mummy?” Luc showed her his
empty bowl. “Can I watch cartoons?”
    “ Yes, honey,” she said, her gaze flying from
Damien to Luc. Why did their eyes look so much alike?
    Luc slid off his chair and scuttled to the living room.
A minute later, the sounds of a frenzied cat and mouse chase could be
heard blaring from the television.
    Emma stared into Damien's sparkling blue eyes, feeling
as though she was staring into an ocean. His eyes couldn't have just
changed color. It must have been a trick of the light. Or her mind.
    “ What...do you remember about me?” she asked
at last.
    He looked down at his cup. His black hair was wet, like
he'd just had a shower. A muscle was working in his jaw.