Jackie Collins - The Power Trip

The couple on the bed had sex as if it was their final act. And for one of them it was.

Neither of them heard the door slowly open.

Neither of them observed the shadowy figure enter the room. They were too caught up in the throes of passionate love-making.

Until one single gunshot.

And the blood flowed.

And for one of them death and orgasm happened at the exact same moment.

Life has a strange way of taking you on an unexpected trip

This was one of those times.

Dateline: Moscow

The Russian billionaire, Aleksandr Kasianenko, admired his super-model girlfriend as she stepped, unabashedly naked, out of the indoor swimming pool in his luxurious Moscow mansion. Her name was Bianca, and she was known across the world.

God, she is a beautiful creature, Aleksandr thought, beautiful and sleekly feline. She moves like a panther and in bed she is a wild tiger. I am a very fortunate man.

Bianca was of mixed race her mother was Cuban, her father black. There was no doubt that Bianca had inherited the best of both her parents looks.

Shed been raised in New York, discovered at seventeen, and now at age twenty-nine was the most sought-after super-model on the planet. Tall, lean and agile, with coffee-coloured skin, fine features, full natural lips, piercing green eyes and waist-length glossy black hair, Bianca captivated both men and women. Men found her irresistibly sexy, while women admired her sense of style and raunchy humour which she exhibited every time she appeared on the late-night talk shows.

Bianca knew how to handle herself in front of the cameras, and she certainly knew how to plug her brand. Over the years shed created a mini-empire that included a fine jewelry line, exotic sunglasses, a stunning makeup collection for women of colour, and several best-selling scents.

Bianca had mastered the art of the sell, making a fortune doing so. Then at the age of twenty-nine shed finally decided that rather than be a one-man-band who worked hard for her money, she was looking for a powerful man who would take care of her and parlay the money shed earned into super-rich status.

Aleksandr Kasianenko was just such a man, for Aleksandr was not only a super-rich businessman, he was also tough and rugged with a steely reserve.

Bianca was sick of the long list of pretty boys shed dated over the years. Movie stars, a clutch of rock stars, a half-dozen sports heroes and a politician or two. None of them had really satisfied her in bed or out. Shed always been the dominant force in whatever relationship shed been trapped in. The movie stars were all insecure and fixated on their public image. Rock stars were mostly into drugs and getting fucked-up, not to mention totally vain. The sports stars were publicity-crazy and never faithful. And as for the politicians sexually incorrect. All horn and no blow.

Then, at exactly the right time, shed met Aleksandr. And shed fallen for his silent strength.

Only one problem.

He was married.

Theyd met on Aleksandrs home turf. She was in Moscow doing a cover shoot for Italian Vogue, and since it happened to be her twenty-ninth birthday, the flamboyant photographer, Antonio an Italian gay man who knew absolutely everyone who was anyone in Moscow had decided to throw her a massive party.

The party was a blast. And then she was introduced to Aleksandr.

The moment she saw him, he took her breath away with his brooding dark looks and aura of control and power. He was big and strong, and there was something magnetic about him, something incredibly masculine. One look and she was hooked.

He didnt tell her he was married.

She didnt ask.

An hour after their first encounter they were making fast, ferocious love on the floor in her hotel suite. Their lovemaking was animalistic in its intensity, so overpowering that theyd never made it as far as the bedroom. It was all clothes off and straight at it.

After their one night of unbridled passion they were both swept up and addicted to each other. And so began their steamy affair, an affair that had them meeting all over the world.

Now, after one year, and in spite of Aleksandrs marital status, they were still very much together.

Aleksandr had assured Bianca that he was in the throes of divorcing his wife, but due to several massive business deals that could affect his wifes settlement, it still had not happened. He also had children to consider. Three daughters. The timing has to be right, hed informed her. However, it will happen, and it will happen soon. You have my word.

Bianca believed him. He was separated from his wife, so that was a promising beginning. Still, she couldnt help wanting more. She wanted to be Mrs Aleksandr Kasianenko, and the less time wasted the better.

In the meantime Aleksandr wished to celebrate his loves upcoming thirtieth birthday in a big way. Hed recently taken delivery of a new luxurious 400-foot super-yacht, and to christen their maiden voyage he planned on throwing Bianca a once-in-a-lifetime special event that she would never forget. The celebrations would include inviting several of their friends on a week-long cruise to enjoy the best of everything. What could be better?

When he informed Bianca of his plan she was excited, and immediately started thinking about who they would invite on this very exclusive trip.

How many can your new yacht accommodate? she enquired.

Many, Aleksandr replied with a dry laugh. But I feel we should invite only five couples.

Why only five? Bianca asked, slightly disappointed.

Its enough, he told her. You make your list, I make mine. Then we will compare and decide who gets invited.

Bianca grinned. This is gonna be fun, she said, already planning her list.

Indeed it will, Aleksandr agreed.

Dateline: London

Ashley Sherwin stared at her image in the ornate mirror above the vanity for a full ten minutes before her husband, Taye, entered their streamlined bathroom with the marble counters and fancy rock-crystal chandelier designed by Jeromy Milton-Gold, one of Londons most sought-after interior designers.

Whatcha lookin at, toots? Taye asked cheerfully, taking the opportunity to lean over her shoulder and check out his own image, which was, as usual, totally fine.

New makeup, Ashley muttered sulkily, annoyed that hed caught her, wishing shed locked the door.

Taye had no concept of the word privacy. Well, he wouldnt, would he? He was a super-star footballer used to stripping off and basking in all the glory (not to mention the women) that came his way. Cheap and nasty little tarts, ready and willing to chase any famous man. She hated them all.

Well, Taye said, stretching his arms above his head, you look right fit, an sexy as hell.

Ashley had no desire to look hot and horny; her aim was to look like an elegant fashion icon, a fashionista with style to spare. Taye simply didnt get it. He thought he was tossing her a compliment, but as far as she was concerned it was exactly the opposite.

She sighed. After six years of marriage Taye still had no clue who the person was that she aspired to be. Didnt he realize that she was no longer the pretty blonde, twenty-two-year-old TV presenter hed married? She was now the mother to their six-year-old twins, Aimee and Wolf. She was older, more mature. She knew what she wanted, and it was certainly not enough to be known as Taye Sherwins trophy wife.