Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history…” ~William Shakespeare’s All The World’s a Stage “Bellerophon.” Simon pondered Gillian’s choice of words throughout the night as he drank to submerge his lustful thoughts. More than anything he’d ever desired, he wanted to march up to Gillian’s room and pound her into the bed sheets. But acting on his love for her physically wouldn’t solve any part of their dilemma. It would only compound it. He knew once he had a taste of her, he’d desire it night and day. He poured himself another drink, caring not a whit what condition Archer would find him in when the sun rose through the study windows. Dawn harkened a new day, a beginning that ushered in a new phase of his life. Gillian would be a part of it. He’d ensure it. He wouldn’t allow her to agree to anything else. Bloody hell. The last time she’d agreed to his terms, he’d been helpless to watch her speak vows of submissiveness to another man.
