SUNDOWN
CHAPTER IV
Alexander Aurelius Pella
When I walk back into my office,
Henry is waiting for me.
“Why did you cross paths with Elissa?
I thought we agreed you wouldn't do that until she fully regained her
memories,” I say accusingly to Henry.
“I wanted to be sure...” he says pausing,
finally completely believing who he’s met outside. Doc is as affected by her
sight as Elissa was by his appearance. “Besides, she’s my godchild. It’s been
over two centuries since I’ve seen her. You’re not the only one who cares for
her, sir,” he says in his Southern gentleman tone, his gaze matching mine. “I
wanted to see her up close even if it was for a few seconds.”
“You know it’s dangerous for her. I
don’t know what it would do to her. You know the rules!”
“She did not see my face,
Alexander!”
“My God Henry, you look like you just
walked out of 1802! It may elicit an adverse response in her, and you know that
it may be detrimental to her! I can’t take the chance. You don’t see me
dressing up in a cuirass armor to trigger her earlier memories!” I scold him.
“Maybe you should, Alexander! Because
you don’t know who will reach her first before you unlock her memories! And
besides, I have a mind of my own and know what is best for her well-being. Stop
expecting me to hail down to you like one of your former Praetorians, Alexander.
Anthony can and is doing that quite well for both of us...” he says smirking,
and then adds in a somber tone, “But, I am your friend; it is a title I don’t
afford loosely to anyone. In fact when I count friends in all my 251 years of
existence, the numbers barely sum up more than half a dozen. The longer we
live, the more jealous we grow of our existences. But it means nothing to me if
I can’t lay my life down for you, or Miss Ellie should it come to that,” he says.
I nod somberly knowing the truth in
his words. I have existed over 2360 years, but I’ve never met anyone as loyal
as Henry and Anthony in all my existence who is worthier in calling a
friend. I trust both of them implicitly; but I still have to be the final
authority; it can’t be helped when it comes to Elissa.
“What’s in the agenda for tomorrow?”
Henry asks to change the topic.
“Quite a few items... But, have you
and your team screened all the approved prospective bidders?”
“Yes. Some of the bottomless coin
purses have disputable reputation requiring me to delve more into their
business affairs. I will have to get back to you on that. You may have to
assess their characters for yourself tomorrow.”
“What’s the country of origin of
those buyers?”
“Peru.”
“Anyone we know?”
“No one we've done business with in
the past.”
“What are they interested in buying?”
“They’re supposedly establishing a
new tourism company with their own fleet of passenger aircrafts to accommodate
all the tourists to predetermined locations.”
“Sounds alright...” I observe, but I
know there’s more.
“That’s just it. It only sounds
alright up to this point. Then it becomes a shithole. They secured $100 million to purchase five new Airbus 321 with passenger configuration. The
company doesn’t have a bank vouching for them, and no one has heard of them until
three years ago. The funds appear to be coming from unknown sources.”
I think about that for a minute. What
does the company have to conceal by hiding their very large monetary sources?
If no bank was vouching for them, the money had to come from someplace.
“Clearly, they’re not paying such a
sum in cash. It has to be deposited someplace.”
“It’s deposited in a Southeast Asian
bank account.”
“Is that all they want? Five A321s
with PAX configuration?”
“No. They want to know if they can
purchase three drones. It’s going to be an $89 billion Dollar industry in the
next decade, and they want their hands on some. They also want two Sikorsky S-92
helicopters with speed configurations, secret compartments and all the luxury bells and whistles for high end clients as well as two Sikorsky X2s.”
“X2s?” I ask surprised. “That’s for
speed. It can fly at more than 300 mph. It’s a remarkable machine but...” I
contemplate. “There are too many red flags for this all to be for a tourism
company. It is possible that they might take extreme sports lovers for a fast
ride, but I want you to dig deeper. I smell the Godfather behind the Olive Oil
Company. I want to be satisfied with... ” I say but I don’t get a chance to
finish my sentence. I feel the creeping visions. Fuck! Air hisses through my teeth. Elissa is in trouble. I
try to push the visions away, but to no avail.
“Alexander!” Henry shouts.
“Get to Elissa! She’s in trouble!”
“But you...”
“If she’s dreaming while driving,
she’ll get killed! She doesn’t know how to control her memories!” I pronounce
as my head is pounding and my visions are trickling their way in. I try to push
the flood gates closed. I close my eyes and try to focus; it takes immense
control, but I have learned to shut them out. This time however, I want to know
what she’s dreaming about. What is she learning about our past?
“Go Henry!” I growl through gritted
teeth.
Without a word, Henry runs out of the
office. Unlike Elissa, I can remain here and now if the memories flood through
me. I relax, and let them take over my mind.
“Fire
at the Four Winds!” yells young Jesse Caswell running. My heart
lurches and then falls into the abyss with an excruciating distress. Elissa and
the twins are at home, at the Four Winds! Everyone rushes to their
feet out of the Casa, and nobody has
to tell me that this is no ordinary fire: the twin seals on my wrists start
burning reminding me the approaching doom already. As fast as my feet could
carry me outside of the Casa housing
the ranch hands, I whistle for Bucephalus who comes on a fast trot towards me.
He understands the urgency in my voice. I jump on my horse with a horrible tug
at my heart, and vaguely realize that everyone is running to their horses to
reach to the Four Winds. But all is
in vain. The only one who isn't hurrying is the old Indian Nieto, but I could care less for that right now. He is crouching on the ground as if listening to
the winds, his bottomless eyes closed.
I crack the whip, and dig my
spurs on my horse’s flesh, and order with determination.
“Run
like the wind B!”
The
darkness of the night gives nothing away, hides everything like the secrets of
Hades, oddly nothing stirs or can be heard except the harsh breathing of
Bucephalus as if his lungs are ready to burst through his nostrils and my whip
that rushes him into his deadly run. I feel Elissa’s soul shredding scream
rather than hearing it, and that’s worse because it makes me feel helpless, useless,
and ready to fight to the eternal death just to save her. I push my horse
beyond his limits to get to her! The two miles ride stretches as if it’s two
hundred miles! I couldn't even dare to breathe when my soul is ripping apart
inside. I am willing to negotiate with the devil himself just to save her.
Surrender my soul to be shredded by the hell hounds just so she would live, and
not be put through the torture she would be in the hands of the Fallen Angels.
“Alexander!
Get the girls!” I finally hear her voice, begging, and if could fly, I would
grow wings and get there right then.
“Run
faster!” I roar and crack the whip upon my horse’s rump once more. My
eyes are fixed at the consuming ball of fire surrounding our great house, the Four
Winds. I hear distant hoof beats, and my name and hers shouted behind,
but I pay no attention to anyone else. Their efforts will be fruitless; I know
that. It is only me, and one other who could make a difference.
“We’re
coming Mr. Pella!” someone yells in the distance.
“Miss
Ellie!!” I hear one of the ranch hands scream behind. No one answers. Visions
stir before my eyes, and a deep, familiar pain searing my soul is pulling me
apart, reminding me of my duty, and the impending sacrificial death...of the
only woman I ever loved. Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to shed them,
holding onto my horse’s reins hard, my spurs digging into its flesh willing him
to fly, and yet, the Four Winds feels so fucking far
away!
“Faster! Run faster!” I order my horse with
agony in my voice, my eyes fixed ahead on the enveloping rings fire over the Four
Winds. The end must be getting
closer, because the visions start stirring before my eyes of the first time she
was made known to me, clouding the reality. This isn’t a first, but this time I
refuse the visions; I am losing her, not knowing when I would see her again, if
ever; I just want to die with her if she is to die this time. I want the
ominous distance closed between us. I just want her in my arms where I feel she
is safe.
“Sir!
Mr. Pella!” a distant sound calls my name. Yet, it’s
close by, close to my senses. Strong arms grip me; arms I cannot see.
“Mr.
Pella! Please! We need you! Ellie needs you!”
I
force myself out of the flood of memories but they come in an unstoppable rush.
Jumbled, confusing me.
“Sit
him down!” I hear an order. Henry. “Let
him ride it through!”
“But,
Doc! Miss Ellie!” Ellie? Elissa? I can’t get my head out
of the fog, unable to swim out of the flood of rushing visions before my eyes.
“Doc?”
Anthony’s voice asks packing all his concern and worry into that single word.
“I’ll
examine Elissa...” I strain myself to hear him, but
then memories clog my hearing to here and now.
“Nooo!”
I force myself to utter.
“Doc!”
“Let
him be, Anthony! He needs to break out of it on his own. Because they’re
experiencing the visions together, it has to be their own mind breaking it! I’m
checking El...” and the voices drown under the strain
of my visions again.
The
acrid smoke is choking me as if someone stuffed two hell-hounds into my
nostrils. I have to get the girls out of here. Elissa’s leaving me! Leaving us!
Agony grips me, suffocating my soul; bleeding me slowly me by a thousand
superficial knife wounds, slicing me, torturing me painfully and pushing me
back into the bottomless abyss where there is no light, no life, no existence.
I call unto Zephyr, my gaze fixed on my wife for the last time, branding her
image into my memory. When the horse whinnies and pushes my shoulder, I make
the herculean effort to break my gaze away from my wife, and see her tormented
look, and our indelible love reflected in her swollen, red rimmed eyes. I put the girls on
Zephyr and holding onto his mane, I lift my leg up, and hit him with my spurs.
He jumps through the imploding fire, through every barrier on his way as I lean
over my daughters’ bodies instinctively protecting them. Fresh air hit my face
momentarily as Zephyr speeds through the darkness, and he bucks me off his back
soon after we are out of the confines of the inferno disappearing into the mist
with my children on his back!
“No!
No! No!
Zephyr!” I scream until my voice no longer comes out, my throat is burning as I
run faster than I ever did in all my existence, chasing the horse named after
the Western
Wind until the haze disappear, sucking everything in, including my
heart, my wits, and mind; then there’s nothing. “I want my wife! I want my
children!” I cry out falling into a heap on the ground, all my faculties lost,
my reasons for living departed. I am shaking and limp at the same time. Not
one of my loved ones comes back. My will to live drains out of me completely.
“Mr.
Pella, sir! We can’t put the fire out! We can’t even get into the Four
Winds! Is your family still inside, sir?” asks a familiar voice. I
manage to turn my head towards the sound, and my eyes are locked with the
foreman, Buck Whitman.
“What?”
I ask dazed, my eyes swollen red.
“Is
Miss Ellie and the girls still inside, sir?” Buck asks grief lacing his voice,
not wanting to hear the obvious. I look ahead, uncomprehending. Buck Whitman
shakes my shoulders forcefully.
“Mr.
Pella? Is your family dead?” he asks slapping me on the face. I shove the hand
that holds my shoulders and stand up abruptly holding my head between my hands
rocking back and forth.
“Mr.
Pella, are they dead?” another voice asks, seeking a horrendous confirmation.
“Shut
up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!!!” I scream, and my hands let go of my head, my
eyes looking bewildered like a mad man, and I look around the faces standing
here, watching me helpless, pitiful. I want no pity. I want to die! I want
punish! I want to burn the whole world down to extinguish my searing pain! I
don’t want to exist anymore. My hands find the mesquite tree nearby, and I fist
my broken knuckles again painfully, and punch the rough ridges of the tree
trunk over and over and over again until the cowhands wrestle me down to the
ground.
“Let
go of me! I want to die, too!” I scream in a hoarse, burning voice, the effort
is agonizing, and I want to feel nothing; I kick my way out of their grasp,
and...Though they are my kind, Nephilim, I am far stronger than they are. They
try to restrain me to prevent me harming myself any further, but I struggle
against them... and struggle, and struggle... and I hit the floor. Pain sears
my head. My hands shaking, automatically reach to my head, then my eyes crack open. I’m looking at the legs
of my ultra-modern desk and Anthony’s proffered hand. I feel dazed, horrified,
and the afternoon lights are seeping through my floor to ceiling windows.
“Welcome
back Alexander! Don’t think I’m rushing you or anything, but I need you right
away! Elissa was nearly hit by one of our security details in the parking
garage.” Doc’s voice talking about Elissa shakes me into awareness of here and
now. While I try to protect her from what's outside, someone from my own
security detail nearly killed her? Furious, doesn't even begin to cover what I
feel. I stand up immediately ignoring Anthony’s extended hand. Elissa is lying
on the sofa, unconscious. I find myself immediately rushing to her side, and
lifting her into my arms. I examine her body for any injuries, and seeing none,
I crush her to my chest, inhaling her scent deeply.
"Is
she hit by a vehicle? Is she okay, Henry?" I ask Doc. He’s the only one
who can heal her from anything which makes him extremely valuable to me.
“No,
she’s not Alexander, but she’s experiencing her exit memories, as you had. I
look at her worriedly. This is dangerous, but I’m yet to understand why this is
happening to her in daylight hours. Is it her close proximity to Nephilim from
her past, or is it something else? Or is someone sinister close to finding her?
I have to find out.
“Henry! Why are her memories flooding in
daylight hours?” I ask, knowing it has never happened this way before.
“Alexander,
you forget how admirably regnant you can be over people and how you enthrall the
female gender, least of all Elissa,” he responds. Surely, it couldn't be just
me.
“But
she doesn’t recognize me as Alexander... as her...” lover, husband, and
protector; one who fathered her children. I swallow, unable to bring the end of
the sentence, but Henry knows. He looks at me as he’s still checking Elissa’s
vitals with his stethoscope, a task hardened by my embrace of her body tightly
wrapped in my arms, and he diverts his attention from his task for a brief
minute to look at me and shakes his head with exasperation.
“For
a first generation topflight Nephilim, a man whose skills are so legendary in
such a way that the sentiments afflict those who have heard the mention of such
endowments in a single individual with avarice which you are keenly aware of and
you have the capability to descry those individuals from continents away; yet, you
are sometimes quite inept in recognizing the feelings of the one who has always
been the closest to you,” he says in his Southern gentleman tone.
“How
so?” I ask curiously, perhaps seeking to reaffirm Elissa’s feeling for me. He
sighs.
“In
short, Alexander, her soul recognizes yours. Her body is drawn to you like she
would never be drawn to anyone else. Amor
sempiternus, Alexandros! Numquam periit amor... Etiam in morte, superset amor,”
he explains in one of the languages of my initial existence; invoking my
perpetual, ever growing, boundless love for Elissa.
I
swallow, and look down longingly at the woman who is infinitely attracted to me
but doesn’t recognize who I am, or what she means to me. “Eternal love, you
say. I know that love never dies... I know that in death love survives... But
the agony, the fear of losing her again is making me a lunatic.”
“That’s
the spirit! Omnes amantes sunt amentes!
Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur,” he says, grinning at me.
“You
say that ‘all lovers are lunatics! And, even a god finds it hard to love and be
wise at the same time.’ Surely, keeping all your mental faculties about wasn’t
why you didn't open the doors of your steel heart to someone worthy,” I
speculate to draw a reaction from him. It works. Even after being around
someone over two hundred years, you manage to learn something new.
“Once...”
he says softly, and then pauses. “A very long time ago, before I pledged my
friendship and existence to Marcus... Look how you wait for this one woman for
all eternity and never allow someone else in yours. Because, someone else would
never do, could never take her place!”
he says fervently and adds, “But unlike yours, mine is never coming back. And if she was, you could bet your very long
existence that I would do everything
in my power to recapture her heart. So, you,
my friend better succeed in recapturing her affection, reveries, attention and
her heart with the same passion and gusto like you've made your way into three
continents when you were only 20 years of age, conquered most of the known
world in eleven fucking short years when people can’t even finish one single
battle today despite the fact that all involved parties possess all the modern
machinery and weaponry. Because, Alexander, they don’t have your heart, your
passion, your resilience, your courage. You are indeed one of a kind my friend;
so do it for the rest of us who wish we had another chance!” he says sternly as
he looks me pointedly. He also conveniently leaves out the fact that, my
success was partly due to the fact that I’m ruthless when it comes to my
enemies.
I
press Elissa to my chest even closer, rubbing her hair, looking at her yearningly.
I’m close enough to her not to let air pass through between us, yet our
distance is still centuries away. How do I close the gap? What if something
happened to her? Even the speculation of it is harrowing. I have to have her
close to me at all times! The need to protect her is so overwhelming, thinking
of her going out of my sight is excruciating.
“Mind
your thoughts, and words Alexander... She’ll be hearing us soon even though she
won’t wake up yet,” Doc reminds me. I can break through the memories, because
I’ve existed long enough to develop the capability, but she can’t. She has to
experience it all like the fledgling plants coming out of the ground in the
first of spring.
I
am so focused on her; the knock on my door startles me.
“What?”
I bellow. James enters.
“Apologies
sir,” he answers chagrined. “Miss Angelique Montesquieu and Miss Kimberly
Collingsworth are quite insistent on meeting with you, sir.”
“Do
you realize that I’m attending an emergency?” I say, my gaze dark, completely forbidding,
and intensely focused on him. He withers and lowers his voice. Had he not
worked for me for over a century, he wouldn't be able to withstand my wrath.
“No...
I mean, yes, sir. They’re just high profile clients who are each intending to
spend fifteen million Dollars out of their own funds at the auctions next week,
they have said, and they’re also representing some high bidding international
companies. And, they were hoping to...” he starts explain, but I have no
patience for them.
“Every
investor and prospective buyer must follow a certain protocol regardless of how
much money they intend to spend next week! They are no exceptions to the rule,
and I want to imprint this bit of information in to your mind that the client’s
bra size or their spread legs do not provide an access through my doors! Our
clients don’t buy aircrafts from us because I need something from
them, but because I possess what they need, and what they can’t get elsewhere. Do
you get me clearly James?”
“I
perfectly understand sir. They insinuated that they know you...” he says, but I
cut him mid-sentence.
“I
don’t give a fuck that they know me or how they know me!” I grow angrier, and
Henry’s voice interjects.
“Perhaps,
Anthony and I should go to talk to them, Alexander. It’ll give you a minute to
be alone with Ellie...”
“No!
By the way, how did they get a 35th Floor pass?” I bellow. Henry
looks amused, his eyebrows are slightly elevated looking at me, and shakes his
head. James looks mortified.
“Miss
Montesquieu is representing a French client as well as her father’s company, the
MTG Power, and Miss Collingsworth is representing a South American company in
addition to her personal interest in purchasing a luxury jet. The companies
have made appointments to discuss the aircraft acquisitions last month sir.”
“Like
their fathers, they’re arrogant to the point of asininity which I have no
tolerance for! I approve all the meetings beforehand. They’re not scheduled to
meet with me!”
“No
sir, you’re quite right. They’re scheduled to meet with Mr. Monroe. But Mr.
Monroe departed early for Arizona per your instructions and his assistant tried
to reschedule the meeting with the young ladies, but she was unsuccessful in
reaching them or their assistants in her effort to reschedule. In short,
they’re here, sir,” he explains on a single breath. I sigh exasperated.
“Have
Anthony meet with them, then. Henry stays...” I say and there is a slight
movement from Ellie in my arms, and she moans,
sounding distressed. Is she in pain? I'm pure
attention, worried that I can’t get her out of her suspended state in our past.
"Ellie!!! Ellie! Wake up!" I urge her. She
doesn't open her eyes, but continues to moan. I look up at Henry with concern lacing
my gaze. James opens his mouth again without consulting his brain.
"Should we call a doctor sir?" he asks. What does he
think Henry is? I look at him pointedly.
"The doctor is already here!" I snap in a menacing
voice. Even though my voice is low, it
reverberates around my office, making my meaning clear.
By the time
Anthony leaves my office with James in tow, Elissa shudders in my arms, and
jerks violently as if she’s resisting something. My arms automatically hold her
up closer to my chest to calm her, and I find myself rocking her, whispering to
her in my old language soothingly. Henry nods at me reminding me that she’s
coming back to her senses.
“Miss
Duncan? Wake up... You’re alright. You've just passed out in your car. Wake
up,” I try coaxing her out of the clutches of our past memories. I want her to
wake up so I can hear her voice, and see her reactions to what I have to say to
her, but then keep her in my arms to calm the aching I have for her. As my
right hand holds her close to my heart, my left hand rhythmically runs over her
soft hair. Her arms automatically snake around my neck, stilling me. There’s a
tender gleam in Henry’s eyes. I am barely holding onto my self-control.
Nothing short of taking her in my possession, pumping my aching cock in her so
deep to make up for all our lost time, reuniting our souls in our kisses,
branding each other for days would barely sate and also fuel the desire I have
for her. I want to feel her under my skin, touch every inch of her with soft
kisses, caresses, suckling, teasing, and loving. It’s not just being sexually
aware of her presence, but she calls to me from the depths of my abyss that I
am helpless but to respond to her call. I feel like a caged beast; my disquiet
about Elissa would take over me had I lost control for one minute. I have
dreamt about seeing her again hundreds of times; our first union, our first kiss. I lean in and
whisper. “Elissa!” but she won’t open her eyes, I softly kiss the top of her
head, my lips lingering in contact, but she won’t budge.
“Doc?” I ask,
my anxiety growing. He shakes his head, and his eyes lock with mine reminding
me that she is conscious enough to hear, and comprehend but my mind is barely
tethering between control and losing it. He explains what transpired in the
parking garage to redirect my attention, but finding out in detail that one of
my own men could have caused injury to her brings me to the edge of my already
eroded patience.
“Fuck! How
could he not see a woman walking in a huge parking lot? What was he looking
at?” A shudder goes through Elissa’s body, shaking me to my core. I believe
she’s coming out of her dream state. The rest of our conversation is a blur as
all I can think or see is Elissa. But when she shows the signs of coming to
herself, Henry nods at me, making sure I lay her down on the sofa and then
makes himself scarce, leaving me alone with Elissa. After I lay her down, I take an extra minute;
reluctantly unlocking her arms from the embrace she’s been holding me.
I’m
determined that she stays with me tonight; I never lose any negotiation I
desire to win. Right now, there’s nothing else I would rather succeed in other
than convincing her to stay with me. She moans on the sofa, and her beautiful eyes
crack open painfully. When she groans, and tries to sit up, I immediately order
her to remain resting, and horizontal. In fact, I’d like to keep her
horizontal, vertical, sideways, every way in my own discretion for an
indeterminate amount of time. I explain
her that she was nearly hit by one of my security personnel, but she
immediately shares the guilt of her near accident. She tries to move to get up
and leave! Leave me! She groans holding her head and concern grips me, choking.
“I don’t
think you’re up to driving for two hours Miss Duncan. I will have someone drive
you to your home,” I insist. As she protests my suggestion, her hands grip her
head giving away the pain she’s experiencing. My hands fist nervously, trying
to gain my composure and control against her innate stubbornness.
“Just as I
thought! I don’t want to be the cause of my new assistant’s injury before she
starts working for me,” I say in a stern yet a sensual tone. I’m not a man one
wishes to cross. Only less than a handful of men dared to do that in all my
existence. But whenever she contradicted me or crossed me, it just turned me
on. I became predacious in each case. With my enemies, my razor’s edge menace
became evident and I became focused until I’ve overcome the obstacle they've created and they’re full defeated.
With Elissa
however, her disobedience always makes my desire to become fever pitch, get my blood
boiling hot, and my patience stretches far too thin to resist the animal
magnetism, our ever-growing attraction, making me want to hold her in my arms,
kiss her and lick the curves of her lips in a slow and sensual roll, incite her
to taste me in my mouth. I want to thrust my tongue so deep into her pouting
mouth and make her whimper her pleasures; make her ache for me, for my touch,
my lips, my mouth over her sex with a deep, pleasuring suckle and conquer her
inside out. Her simple opposition makes me want to demonstrate her sheet
clawing ecstasy she can experience with me by taking control of her body, and make her follow rules that I set to
protect her.
It is
excruciating to sit in the same space with her, remembering how we once were,
and not be able to touch her. The thought that there are Fallen Angels
after her life blood and the possibility that she may like someone
else are killing me inside. How can I show her that we once were inseparable? How can
I tell her that there’s no one for me but her?
My desire
for her is so overwhelming at this moment, all I want to do is to thrust in her
so deep and hard, sink into sex until our thighs are united in a tight embrace,
make her moan her pleasures, and let her forget everything even her name!
Remain in her core motionless until neither one of us can no longer handle
being without friction, then pull out of her painstakingly slow, make her beg
for me, for my cock, and then fill her again to make her remember what we had, what
she still means to me. Write our history together with each stroke, each
movement, each swivel, each friction, touch, kiss, penetration so much so that
her euphoria drives her out of this world and into throes of ecstasy; making
her crave for me, writhe her under me, on top of me, on my lap, and unite our
bodies and souls, making both of us whole again.
Her hands
are still holding her aching head, and her eyes are closed. She answers me
again with another contradiction: “The assistant on trial...” Fuck! I think my
penis just went on full attention mode like my former Praetorians. I can’t help
but smirk at the familiarity of her response.
“Anthony
will drive you home, and he will also pick you up,” I say; this is the best
concession I can make for her.
“But...” she
protests, and I immediately interrupt her without giving her another inch of
room for her to oppose me.
“I told you
earlier Miss Duncan: If I intend to keep a good
employee for a long time, then I do whatever is in my power to secure that
employee’s well-being for his or her maximum productivity,” I say in a low,
confident, I-always-get-my-way tone.
“It’s kind of you,” she replies, her voice sarcastic, but I know
the fight is out of her. She’s in pain, and I don’t want her out of my
sight. I want her in my vicinity with such intensity that I can’t tolerate our
distance even for an evening. I glide close to her, leaning into her ear, but
still not touching her. I whisper in a lascivious tone, “Do you wish to stay?
The Doctor said that you need some rest. I can...” I say. I can barely keep my
desire in check now; if I stay with her in the same place, I’d be torturing
myself. However, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe, make her
want me on her own. I exhale a breath slowly without detection, and add in a
gentle, caring tone, “I can take you to my apartment in town, and make sure you
get some care.”
‘Please say yes! Please Elissa!’ I beg her in my mind. You don’t
know how long I’ve waited for you! I force my hands remain on my lap, fingers
splayed so I don’t make any attempt to touch her. My gaze is morose, concerned
and anxiety grips me by the second; a feeling I’m not accustomed. Please look
at me! Let me see your sapphire blue eyes! As if she heard my inner pleading,
she finally looks up at me.
“It wouldn't be appropriate for me to stay with my prospective new
boss,” she replies in her singsong, velvety voice. I can see the inner struggle
in her demeanor. She likes and desires me, too! It’s all in her eyes.
“I have a house... I can go there while you’re in my apartment.
That way, you won’t feel crowded with my presence and I can have someone to
provide care for you for the duration of the night. Please... You've just
passed out in my building right after one of my security guards nearly hit you
with my company car,” I say. I want to be in the same place with her. I want to
gaze at her, talk to her, and hear her voice even if that’s all we get to do. I
want to know she’s safe.
“Don’t worry Mr. Pella... I’m not
planning to sue. Like I said, I’m equally guilty,” she says and turns her
attention to her lap as if it’s holding the secrets of the universe. I don’t
want her to go. I don’t care that she would want to sue me for all I’ve got. I
just want to be near her!
“You’re wounding me, Miss Duncan. I didn't mean to extend my courtesy because I thought you would sue me. Although,
it would be within your rights to do so. I am however, genuinely concerned of
your well-being. You can call your family and let them know where you are if
that’s going to make you feel secure,” I say appealing to her mercy, trying to
get her real feelings out.
“No, it’s not that... I don’t want
to put you out of your home, inconveniencing you,” she says in a stutter,
finally looking up at me again, cooling and soothing my heart like the spring breeze.
“Well,” I reply relieved, leaning in
with intense sensuality but making sure we don’t touch, “I have a couple of
spare guestrooms in my apartment. You are more than welcome use one of them...
tonight. Do you wish me to stay in my apartment, Ellie?”
I can hear the fluttering of her
heart beating like the jungle drum. Her throat swallows hard as if she’s
passing through a boulder. The heat rising from her body overwhelms me, heating
up my core. Her lips slowly part as she’s trying to exhale her pent up desire
without detection. Thank heavens! She fucking wants me! She leans down in an effort to look away and
presses her legs together to suppress her rising desire for me. I don’t want to
give any of my feelings away to her. It has to be her, wanting me, desiring me.
“It’s your apartment. I couldn't put you out... Do you make a habit of letting your employees stay with
you?”
“No, never,” I reply her
honestly and unequivocally with my impassive gaze never leaving her face,
barely able to conceal my love and lust for her. “However, my close security
detail as well as my personal assistant must know both my apartment and my home
in and out as you may be required to work around the clock sometimes. Part of
the job...” I add shrugging. “But, tonight, you would just. Be. A. Guest...” I
add in a low, beguiling tone.
“Oh,” she says softly, and
she sounds disappointed. I want to know whether she’s hurting or she’s
actually disappointed with the nonchalance in my tone.
“Ellie, are you hurting?” I
ask, automatically leaning in and holding her shoulders. I look at her, visually
checking for any signs of distress as I'm willing her to talk to me. As soon as we’re
connected, the electric current runs between us again and making us hyper
aware of each other. She turns her head to look up at me, but all she can do is
to focus on my lips, her gaze full of longing for a kiss. I don’t want to make it
my decision. It must be her decision to kiss me. Because if I do kiss her,
I won’t be able to stop until I completely make her mine! She blushes crimson
and closes her eyes. She’s thinking of me. She’s not unaffected!
“Ellie? What’s wrong?” I ask, and
unable to help, I run my hand gently on her cheek only touching her softly,
sensually, conveying my love that I have not been able to express for a very,
very long time. She leans into my touch, her breath hitches. But some ache makes
her groan in pain. Maybe she’s worried. What is going through her head? Please
angel, open your heart to me. She may be attracted to me, but I’m worried that
she’s got someone else. Someone she’s not telling me about.
“Ellie? Please, talk to me,” I plead
with a burning need to know.
“Yes,” she replies, and I am
relieved beyond belief. I suppress a smile with the way she conveyed her
answer.
“Are you alright? How do you feel?”
I ask, my eyes fixed on her. Her reply is a nod. She makes a move to go. No!
It’s too soon!
“I... should go. I have to
pack. If I stay, I won’t have anything to take with me, and I’m sure you wouldn't want a less than presentable personal assistant,” she tries to get up.
“But you’re not well. I
can’t take a chance of my new assistant having an accident on the way home
because I let you go. Clothing articles can be purchased here...” I say but she
shakes her head. Please, angel! I can buy whatever you need.
“I’m alright, really... Since I’m
going to be moving to LA, I shouldn't add extra expenses when I already have
those items. I have to be careful with my finances Mr. Pella. After all, you’re
only giving me a week’s trial, and you could easily say no at the end of the
week...” she adds, and I open my mouth to say that I could get her necessities
here, she holds her hand up to continue.
“Before you say, you pay for your
close security’s and assistants’ required clothing, I’d like to express that I
don’t want to be beholden to my new boss...” she starts saying, then amends her
wording and adds, “new boss pending the trial week, I mean.” Of course! She’s still
the same! Still proud, still fiercely independent! How I’ve missed that. Her
response brings the ghost of a smile upon my lips. Fortunately, I know what gets
her out of her shell. She can’t stand a challenge. I slowly and deliberately
move my hands from her shoulders onto my own lap. The abrupt absence of our
connection makes her face fall, making her feel bereft. I lift my right thumb
and index finger up to my lips leisurely, and capture my lower lip between the
two, caressing in a deliberate tempo, like I would with her nipples, and her
sex. Her pupils dilate, and lips part slowly, hungrily. The tingle on her skin
is apparent with the pale pink flushes. She’s aroused. Her breathing is shallow
but rapid, a rosy hue creeps over her face, betraying her body’s response.
After giving her an intensely provocative visual, I slowly speak.
“Miss Duncan, you would not
be beholden to me in any shape or form. I’m the one who is asking you to stay.
It is but a small price to pay for the peace of mind and assure your safety.”
Her eyes are still on my
lips as if she’s ready to take possession of them, but barely holding onto her
wits.
“Thank you but, I can’t
accept it...” she replies in a barely audible voice. She’s fighting against her
feelings. But, I never back down from a negotiation, especially when I’m this
close to winning.
“How about a compromise
then... Anthony drives you to Montecito, you pack, say goodbye to your family
for the week and he drives you back to LA today,” I offer my only concession.
“Huh?” is her confused
reply, but I don’t want to give her any leeway to make her change her mind.
“That way, you’re not beholden to me,
and you can start acquainting yourself with my apartment or home since you will
have to if you are working for me. As part of your job, you are required to be
at hand at a moment’s notice in either location as well as here, or any other
place I may require you to. You start your trial today. That’s the compromise
I’m offering you,” I speak firmly, slowly, deliberately, and utterly sure of
myself. I have every intention to win this negotiation. I don’t take the
intensity my gaze away from her face.
“Okay, Mr. Pella,” she finally acquiesces.
“Okay, you’re staying, or okay you
start working today?” I ask without blinking, hoping her answer is the latter.
“I
start working today,” she replies and my heart skips a beat. With my gaze still
on her, I take my smart phone out, I speed dial Anthony.
"Yes,
Mr. Pella," he answers his phone on the second ring.
"Anthony,
you are driving Ms. Duncan to Montecito, and driving her back with her packed
luggage," I order.
"In
that case, I'm finishing the meeting with Miss Montesquieu, and Miss Collingsworth.
When would you like me to leave, sir?"
"Within
the next 10 minutes," I answer, and hang up without breaking my gaze. She
looks up at me. There’s something she wants to ask me, but trying to assess how
she's wants to word it.
"Mr.
Pella, since I’m going to be working for you, at least all next week, is there
anyone I need to acquaint myself with? Your other staff, family members, wife,
girlfriend?” she asks trying to look nonchalant, but she's utterly nervous. And
her question takes me by complete surprise, hitching my breath and her
inquisitiveness makes me want her with an uncontrollable urge and an intense
passion. I can't hide my surprise or my rising desire in response to her
question.
"You
will meet my immediate staff and the security detail soon. Tomorrow perhaps...
My family members,” I say and pause as I try to hide the anguish I feel while
trying to construct a truthful answer. Because she was my family, she was my
everything, my lover, my wife, the woman with whom the sun rose and set, the mother
of my babies whose fate I have never been able to uncover. I opt for the truth and
simplicity in my answer, “are either dead, or we've lost touch. There are no
women I care enough to acquaint you with,” I reply without elaboration. But her
face fails to hide her risen curiosity and the reason behind her inquiry. She
swallows, and then slowly opens her mouth to ask the second part of her
question.
"Well,
uhm... I’ve met two ladies downstairs after my interview with you, and I couldn't help but hear their rather brazen conversation. They were indicating to each
other that both of them were well acquainted with you in more ways than one. I
thought maybe one of them might be your girlfriend,” she explains. Oh, fuck!
She's met the rapacious bitches. She has
nothing to fear, but her displeasure of them and her poorly hidden jealousy makes
me hotter than Hades. I cock my head to one side to decipher her seemingly
nonchalant expression. Her gaze is focused on her lap again, but I lower myself,
getting my head in line with hers trying to connect with her eyes, force her to
look at me. My gaze is intense, passionate, demanding her to express her honest
feelings. There's concern and a tinge of jealousy in her sapphire blue eyes
when she looks up.
"You
will find many other women talking about me. Just part of the façade. I haven’t
had anyone worthy of introduction in a very... very... very long time,” I
explain, all playfulness gone. There is no one for me but her. I have had
countless women in all my existence. When Elissa entered into my heart,
everything else dimmed for me. In her absence, I have lost myself in the depths
of darkness in my own abyss. I have not used sex even as the closest element to
companionship; just something to soothe a physical hunger which always left me
empty, depraved, worse than before. My craving, longing and grief over
Elissa only got deeper, turning me into a starving and an arid man; never sated. Just like salt water can't sate thirst, no other woman can fulfill me and take Elissa's place.
The
knock at my door brings me out of my reveries. It's Anthony. He walks in his
measured strides, his unmistakable military instincts and vigilant gaze.
"Mr.
Pella. I’m ready to drive Miss Duncan to Montecito. In her vehicle or one of
ours sir?” he asks without a preamble, and then slightly but respectfully nods
in Elissa's direction to greet her.
"One
of ours," I respond. I want safety and convenience. All our vehicles are
tracked which makes it easy to locate them in any given situation.
"Whenever
you're ready Miss Duncan, I shall drive you," says Anthony, and turns to
me to receive his instructions. I get up, and Elissa announces her readiness.
"I'll
see you this evening Miss Duncan," I say, making sure that she understands
that she's coming as soon as she's packed, otherwise I'll be forced to declare
myself on her much sooner than I intended. The feelings are mutual. She's
completely affected by me. She gazes up at me with unspoken words, trying to
remember something, unable to look away. I proffer my hand to her and she takes
it, shaking. As soon as our fingertips touch, the delicious current goes
through our bodies, firing up all our synapses, making us intensely aware of
each other, and I feel the marks are moving upon my wrists. I wonder what
they’re telling me. Anthony opens the door, holding it for her as she exits my
office, and I follow her suite. Outside of my door I look at Anthony reminding
him that I’m entrusting the most important person in existence into his hands
which means he’s not allowed to fuck up under any circumstances. He needs to
protect her, and bring her back to me as soon as she’s done packing. He nods
solemnly, understanding. There isn't any other person I could trust as far as her safety is concerned, besides Henry.
"Until
tonight..." I remind her again with a promise.
"Alex,"
she says in a soft velvety voice, nodding, then she and Anthony both disappear
behind the closing elevator doors.
I
look down at my wrists, and see the spread out wings of the eagle, eyes focused
on a target, talons spread as in a fight, and the arrows it’s holding with one
talon are in action. When I look down at my other wrist, I see the eagle with a
broken wing, wounded, falling off the sky! My body tenses, and worry oozes out
of every single pore. What is waiting for her at home?
“Send
Henry into my office immediately!” I say as I pass by James and Melissa.
“How
about the security?” he says pointing at the young man sitting nervously,
waiting for his fate. I squeeze the bridge of my nose. He jumps to his feet,
looking at me expectantly, but unworried; the look of innocence. I point my
finger, shaking it at him accusingly.
“You
will get your chance to redeem yourself in a little while. If however you fuck
up, I’ll break you!” I say and make my way towards my office. As I reach for my
door, I hear my name called.
“Oh,
Mr. Pella! We wanted to have a word with you,” says a demanding female voice. I
turn to look at James and Melissa with a ferocious gaze, outraged that the
bitches are still here! It’s a pity that such expensive ensemble they’re
sporting can’t raise the value of the women they’re packaging.
“I’m
sorry ladies, but those who wish to see me, must make an appointment. Do feel
free to discuss it with James and Melissa here,” I gesture towards my
assistants.
“But
you are here already, and what we wish to discuss is rather urgent in nature,”
says Miss Collingsworth.
“Be
that as it may, Miss Collingsworth. However right at this moment, I have a business
emergency to attend, myself. Excuse me,” I say.
“Mr.
Pella,” urges Miss Montesquieu, the lesser of the two evils, catching my arm. I
look down at her strongly clutched hand on my bicep despite her smaller size
compared to mine. My gaze follows her clasped hand to her arm and then to her
face pointedly, I raise my eyebrows questioningly. I can feel what she is easily;
one of our kind. But her blood is weakened, diluted over many generations. She
may have an inclination that I too am a Nephilim. Since I’m the only remaining
first generation, it’s not easy to disguise my presence from humans let alone my
own kind, because every aspect about me is laden with power and strength. It is
clear to me now that their amplified vitality, forward behavior, and the siren affinity
tell me that they’re certainly Nephilim. But why didn't Anthony tell me about
this just now? Surely, he must have noticed it about them. But then, he couldn't have, because I’ve met these women before, and their weaker blood made it
extremely difficult to see for what they truly were. Why do I clearly know what
they are now? What’s different? Fuck! Of course! It’s Elissa!
I
can easily sense their disdain; something else is shoring up their insolence,
and it couldn't be their father’s bank account. Their human lineage boasts up
some royal stock. The fact is, there are a lot of Nephilim with weak blood and
large accounts; but they’re either not aware of their linage and the knowledge
of it is lost in so many generations, or they have something to hide and it’s
to their benefit to not to make it known even to their own kind. With that in
mind, I see the Collingsworth woman taking two careful steps towards me through
my peripheral vision, her voice a purr, a siren’s call. She licks her lower
lip, and measures her gait towards me, hips swaying, her large breasts forward,
and her lips pursed to emphasize their size.
“Well,
Mr. Pella,” she emphasizes melodically as her hand travels under my chin and she
attempts to run her index finger under it. But for some unfathomable reason,
she’s unable to reach and make contact with my face. Her facial expression
shifts, gets taut with the strain of the force of her attempt. I know what she
wants to do; I’m just trying to decipher the exact reason behind their
collective effort. If I don’t find out, it may be to the detriment of Elissa.
James is ogling at them; in fact he’s practically drooling. Melissa however is
completely unaffected; she stands with arms crossed, her face looks forbidding.
As Kimberly Collingsworth expands her efforts, coupled by a force exerted from
Miss Montesquieu’s attached arm over mine, I can hear her vociferous mind
loudly and clearly! Each mind is singularly and collectively focused on me,
trying to make me yield to them! They’re looking to strengthen their gene pool,
but with me particularly in mind. What could their purpose be for this? I don’t
provide stud services or donate sperm.
James
approaches the two women, his eyes clouded. I am not under their influence, but
I’m determined to see what they’re capable of doing. Melissa looks from me to
James, and stands in James’ way in an attempt to stop him from advancing towards
the women. He doesn’t look at her, and simply pushes her out of the way with a
single push of his hand and continues to walk towards us. Melissa walks behind
him catching up and punches his arm making him blink momentarily, but the
distraction doesn’t stop him.
Exasperated,
she walks towards our growing group in determined strides, and yanks Miss
Montesquieu’s hand off my bicep, and without a word, she slaps Miss
Collingsworth breaking her concentration.
“Why?
You...” starts Miss Collingsworth, her gaze shooting daggers at Melissa.
“Miss
Collingsworth, Miss Montesquieu,” Melissa croons sweetly, and smiling. “I
apologize, but Mr. Pella is booked for an entire month, and I am sure you will see
plenty of him during the auctions. However, please have your assistants call to
make an appointment before you waste a trip to the Pella Towers as Mr. Pella is
an extremely busy man. I will show you the way out,” she says holding both of
them by the arms. Then turns to me and adds in her most professional tone, “Mr.
Pella, James will be sending Henry in momentarily, sir,” then lifts her head
high, and clicks her heals away towards the elevators, herding the two women
away who are stunned by the strength she is demonstrating.
But
James doesn’t get a chance to summon Henry. He shows up with a grave face.
“Something’s
wrong. Anthony sent a distress signal!”
“What?
Where are they?”
“The
vehicle is stopped just after he reached the border of Santa Barbara County. It’s
not moving, and he’s not answering.”
I
feel the breath knocked out of me. “Let’s go!” I order. Whoever is behind this
is fucking with the wrong man! I’m not in a forgiving mood today!
Unforgiven II - Metallica
Wow, Emine. What a great chapter. It is very intriguing to try to figure out the mystery and predict just when Ellie will realize who Alex is.
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Thank you! Wow! My whole body is tense from this chapter. My heart beaks about Agnes and Jill. I hope he finds the answers to their fates. And it's happy!!! Also, im glad you wrote his POV of the chapter. I wanted to see how he reacted to her being in shock. You have so much backstory and detail. With the two women, I wonder what they are up to? I'm glad Melissa got a lick in! She's moved up a notch in my book!. The part where Elissa and ALex share their memories is so sweet. They are connected in so many ways. And I like their marks . He knew something was about to happen.
ReplyDeleteI am on fire for this book. I know I have to have patience now for it to be published. But I can't wait!! I've never waited for a book before. The few books I've read we're all finished before I picked up the first, just because I didn't want to like the book and then have to wait!!! I will wait thru the years for this to play out!
You are Wonderful! I hope your holidays were great ! And that 2013 gives life to Alexander and Elissa!
Emine, I am enthralled by this story so far. Lately I've been anxiously awaiting chapters of this story more than the Grey POV... I feel a bit disloyal.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Thak you! Thank you! ..... Cant believe my eyes when i saw a new chapter of alex. Thanks emine!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're the best!!!!.... Im reading away now!
Thanks you!!! What a cool way to start my bday.... Reading "Pella" away :) .. Can't wait for the book! Do you have any stimated publishing date? ... I'm really intrigued and fascinated by it. Hurry up Emine!!!
ReplyDeleteEmine you have made my day, night, weekend, new year, etc. Thank you sweetie!
ReplyDeleteI am chomping at the bits waiting for the book. Excellent work.
Alex and Ellie tugs at my heart and you sure know how to end a chapter in suspense. lol
~hugs from~
waiting for more in the caribbean.
Emine,
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness!!! This is getting so good! Love how you end the chapters with us wanting more!!
Also, looking forward to more honeymoon! Especially when they get to the yacht!
Thank you for all you do!!
Love & Laters,
Jennifer
Truly love this story...... Is it really the last chapter we get read....? Thank you for sharing this with all of us..... Hope all is well :-) Thanks
ReplyDeleteDenale
I think I might post chapter V next week concluding online posting of this series.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I'm going to put together a Beat reader group (there are a few of you who already signed up for it), if you or anyone else who wants to be in the group, e-mail me, and once I finish the draft, I'll e-mail you copies of the book to get your opinions.
I'm going to have it published by Fall 2013 even if I have to print it myself :) So, I'm writing like crazy of course. But ideas come in different waves to me, so I might write a chapter, and it may be great, and inspirational, or hot as Hades, but I still have to rewrite it to incorporate into the flow of the story (which is what I'm doing currently).
Yay! Can't wait for this....so exciting!
DeleteI want to read the rst but can't get your email address to work help I really have gotten into this series
ReplyDeleteHi Rhonda!
ReplyDeleteIt's eminethe1st@gmail.com
I would love to read more of this series.you can email me more if you would like I love your writing and I love to read more thank you for both Pella and Christian's pov
ReplyDeleteWhen reading this a quote that I've ran across before kept coming to mind, it said: "Distance doesn't matter if two hearts are loyal to each other." =Alexander and Elissa
ReplyDeleteAna
Hi Emine,
ReplyDeleteI found this blog a few months ago but I was too shy to leave a comment.
I like both Christian POV and Pella Series and I want to be a part of "Beat Reader Group", I'll send you an email later.
And when is the ETA for Chapter V?
Thank you.
Cheers,
Lana
Hi emine
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to say you're awesome!! I love FSOG and the Pella Series!! I also want to be part of the Beat Reader Group.
Thank you for everything!!
PS.- found out about your blog on Instagram...
Elizabeth
Wow! Just amazing!
ReplyDeleteEmine I have been reading your POV's for months now, and i am absolutely in love with your Pella Series, I believe your really have a talent for writing, and am happy to hear about you trying to get your book published this year, I would love to read the rest, and join your group.
How do i do this?
Email me @ eminethe1st@gmail.com and I'll add you to the list I'm creating.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you!!
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ReplyDeleteNoooooo... Please see say that's not the last chapter we get!!! :) The curiosity is going to drive me crazy! I think I check everyday for either stories next chapter, u definitely know how to keep an audience interested to say the least!!! When can we look to see the Pella series published, any info? :)
ReplyDeleteIn anticipation of what's next...
Lona
I'm loving the Pella Series thus far, Emine. Id love to join the Beat Reader Club! I'm so excited for your finale to the creative writing process with this new venture of yours.
ReplyDeleteI am completely hooked between FSOG-CPOV and The Pella story----- WOW... You are amazing
ReplyDeleteAlso I would like to be added to your list
Stacy1310@suddenlink.net
when should we be expecting chapter V for this series to come up??
ReplyDeleteChapter V will be posted on Friday, Holly! :)
ReplyDeleteooo yay!! I'm so excited! Hope your little one is feeling better!! I know what it's like when your child is sick and it stinks. Hope all is well :)
ReplyDeleteooo yay!! I'm so excited! Hope your little one is feeling better!! I know what it's like when your child is sick and it stinks. Hope all is well :)
ReplyDeleteHi Emine! Thank you for this chapter. Can you confirm your email again? It could not deliver to the one you posted.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
NF
my emails are: eminethe1st@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteor
gfougner@msn.com
Either one should work :)
Love this! Thanks so much for writing it. Would love to be part of your Beat group and will send you an email.
ReplyDeleteHi Emine,
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to let you know that I am loving the Pella series and totally hooked! I started reading it while waiting for a new chapter of Christian's POV and it only took the first chapter. I would love to be in the Beat Readers group. I can't wait until you are published. I will definitely be ordering it!
Is there an ETA on post yet? CANT WAIT!! I just love your writing :)
ReplyDeleteAnxiously waiting for the new chapter!!!
ReplyDeleteIs everything ok?...
ReplyDeleteI do hope so. And yeah.. Im also waiting in anticipation here.. Hehehehe...
I seriously hope everything is ok with you and family
Aud
I will update tomorrow at noon (PST) girls. I am helping a friend take care of a personal emergency tonight. I'll send the group an e-mail tomorrow. Thank you for your patience!
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting us know! I knew something was wrong for you not to have posted anything. I hope everything with your friend is ok. We can wait another day. We can all dream about AP tonight! :). Until then, take care !
ReplyDeleteNo worries!!... Looking forward to it! Hope your friend is ok
ReplyDeleteWhen can we expect the new chapter?! Hope u'll update soon!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope everything is ok.. I'll keep u in my thoughts
ReplyDeleteI have so much to say about this amazing chapter but I will email you with feedback!!!!!
ReplyDeleteConcussion friend
Wow! Excellent story! I started now read story and..... I fell in love!!
ReplyDeleteXXX
Wow. Interesting to see the bitch twins double-teaming him. Sirens, indeed. How it will bother them if they figure out that their intended victim has snagged him.
ReplyDeleteWow two sirens are they trying to over kill. Do they know what he is?
ReplyDeleteDonde se sigue está la historia?
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