The Bold and the Beautiful: A Tale Of Demons And Undying Love.

Chapter Twenty Two: Brooke

          "I'm asking you one more time," I said dangerously as I stepped closer to the masked person who layed helplessly on the floor, "who are you?" I was going to get to the bottom of this. I was going to find out who this creep was sneaking in here as though they wouldn't get caught. The person looked at me as they reached up to touch their gray long beak mask. The moment they lifted their mask from their face, I gasped in shock as I saw who it was hiding underneath that mask. "Bill!"

       "Yes, it's me," Bill admitted flatly as he slowly got up from the floor. "I always knew that you were the feistiest one out for your sisters." Actually, Donna was. I accepted his compliment anyway because it was from him.  Bill dusted off his elegant gray dress shirt with a white blended pattern on it as he turned to me. He looked dashing as he always did. "Hope you know that you ripped my cape-actually it's Justin's cape- but still."

       "I apologize," I told him, "I just thought that you were someone who didn't belong here and-"

        "And  you thought that I was that shit face dress maker," Bill replied in offense. Yes I did think that he was Ridge at first but then it made no sense why Ridge would be sneaking up the stairs of his own home. 

       "Don't start," I warned gently as Bill sighed in annoyance. "It's your niece's birthday for crying out loud and- wait, wern't you suppose to be heading to Abu Dhabi?"

       "Yes," Bill answered.

      "So why aren't you there?" I wondered, narrowing my eyes with suspicion.

       "For two reasons," Bill replied. "One, I had to drop Caroline's gift off as I promised her I would and two,  because of you."

        "Me?" I questioned.

        "Yes you," Bill said gently as he came closer to me. "I had to see you one last time before I take my leave."

      "You didn't have to," I told him as I slowly took a step back from him. I didn't want anything to happen between us two because I knew that if I stared too hard at him I would make out with that man any second. He was too hard  to resist.

      "I wanted to," Bill said, "and I know you wanted to see me again as much I wanted to see you." He knew me well. "Although we will be miles away from each other, once I walk out that door, know that I will be waiting for you. Waiting  to be your husband." Bill took my hand and kissed it lovingly. "If you need me, you know where to find me." I looked at him not knowing what to say as he let go of my hand, sliding a piece of paper underneath it. He placed back on his mask as he made his way down the stairs.

     I admired Bill for being determine to be my husband again. The idea of having this handsome stallion of a man patiently waiting for me to be his wife, only made my feelings for him become stronger. I promised myself  that if I was going to get into another relationship it would be with someone who wanted to settle down as much as I did. Ridge lost me many times only because he still wanted to mess around. He wasn't looking for commitment the way Bill was. I still loved Ridge but I had no intentions on marrying him ever again. After he told me that he had hope for us  while still playing sick games with Caroline, that already gave me the notion that he wasn't serious. Even though he seemed sincere about it, he wasn't.

       I know it's obvious who was meant for me but I didn't quite understand why I was so hesitant not to join him in Abu Dhabi. I loved him, that I did but there was something holding me back. Not Ridge but my sons. If I went away with Bill, I know Rick would never look at me the same again. He disliked Bill after he exposed Maya of being a transgender all over the press and I would hate Bill too if I was in Rick's place. Having Bill as his step father would only make him dislike Bill more and distance himself from me. Rick was already at odds with his father, Eric, and the last thing I wanted was for him to be at odds with me. RJ also wouldn't approve much of Bill as his step father either. My eighteen year old son had hope that me and his father, Ridge, would get together so we can all be one happy family again. He'd be disappointed to come home from boarding school only to find that me, Bill and him were the happy family instead of Ridge, him and I.