Sebastian’s Residence In the bliss of making love with Dave, he nearly wrecked her, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt at his sudden thrust that made her cum again. Chelsea gasped at the beautiful pain, feeling his shaft all the way deeper. But that initial jolt gave way to an indescribable pleasure as his lips pressed against her skin and he drew a feverish kiss that made her groan to her core.Heat raced through her veins like rivers of nothingness, all of her senses—every fibre of her being—drawn toward the pulse that now flowed beneath Dave’s lips. Each suckling tug, every erotic sweep of his tongue, confirmed what she had already known. She was his and he was hers. If she hadn’t been before, the connection he had just activated between them ensured she always would be. He could never take another as, for Dave, there would only be Chelsea. The joy that understanding gave her was almost too much to bear. It filled her heart, even as it awakened something raw a
After receiving a call from Tayler, Chelsea's worry weighed on Dave like a ton of bricks, a weight that had only grown in the hours since he'd recounted what he'd seen on the CCTV. The exact thing he'd dreaded, the error he'd made in not ensuring he'd finished the job, was about to come home to roost. He was certain of it.Unfortunately, Tayler wasn't sure if he'd seen Hermano in the last few hours or not.It didn't matter. The bitch's son had survived the explosion that should have killed him. Dave's goal had failed because Hermano was still alive. He could only hope that he hadn't let Chelsea down.And in order to assure their safety, he was doing the only thing he could think of."Is everyone prepared to go, babe?"She nodded as she marched from the back bedroom toward him. "Christie will be right behind me. She's having some issues with Peter. The poor thing has been having nightmares all night.""Understandable," Dave responded. "The child has been through a lot. "You all have,"
The screams of the terrified folks that were carried down into the town square from the upper ground only seemed to get louder in the few minutes that passed after Dave and Sebastian had left.Those shrieks laced with horror, many of which were tortured and final cries, caused Chelsea to shudder and her heart to break. She was shaken to the bone with fear."We're going to be alright," she reassured Christie and her terrified son, hoping that her own anxiety wouldn't be visible in Christie's eyes as she spoke those words. Even while she had faith that Dave was a skilled fighter and that Sebastian was as well, the fact remained that the two of them were outnumbered by Hermanos' forces by a factor that was easily three times greater.If Dave were to suffer any kind of harm..."You love him, don't you?" The tone of Christie's voice was kind and understanding."My love for him surpasses anything else, Christie." She moved her hand absently to the side of her neck, where she could still fee
Instead of complying, Hermano raised Peter higher, until the child’s rib cage was level with his open maw. Saliva and drop dripped from the tips of his teeth. “Put down your weapon, Brown or I swear I'm going to end his life.” Dave didn’t move. He didn't blink as much as blink. Holding his gun steady, he only hoped Hermano would believe his bluff. “Chelsea,” he said calmly. “Move out of the way, baby.” Hermano growled. “Don’t you take even one fucking step, Chelsea, or the next thing you’ll hear is this brat’s screams as I punch a hole through his sternum with my fist.” Christie sobbed. Chelsea looked equally miserable, but she held herself together. She stared at Dave, shaking her head as if to warn him away from doing anything rash. Well, fuck that. He would do anything to get her out of this, but damn if he wanted to forfeit an innocent child’s life to accomplish it. He saw little choice but to try to catch Hermano off guard. In a split-second move, Dave took his shot, hittin
One year later.Chelsea’s Diary.*****Dear Diary,The beautiful grasslands, bright sunshine, and enormous acres of undeveloped land never cease to astonish me. Every morning, I wake up just before dawn to hear the first tweets of native birds and the delicate rustle of towering trees kissing the sky outside my window.But it's the huge gray elephants with their gorgeous ivory tusks and lengthy, wrinkled trunks that I appreciate the most about my home. They are quite kind with the locals, especially the youngsters, who regard them as pets as well as companions. The contact between animal and man in this scene is organic and spontaneous; none is afraid of the other. Kenya's breathtaking beauty has been my home for the past one year.However, the adjective "beautiful" is not restricted to merely the land. I have an unfathomable bond to the people here as well, and my heart hurts a little as I look down at the wild smiles of the children playing football on their lunch break.I am alone
I make my way through the busy airport with my luggage. It takes me a few minutes to adjust to the modern, big city kind of flow to things again. When I finally make it outside to the "pick-up" area, I spot my sister and Peter. She comes barging towards me and embraces me in an enormous hug. I drop my bags instantly and bury my face in her neck. I inhale the familiar scent of her perfume while tears fill my eyes.I tighten my grip on her as we both sob; motionless in the middle of the busy walkway.My sister, Christie, and Peter finally pull away, and I stare into their watery eyes."Oh, Chelsea dear... I missed you so much, sweetheart," she mumbles, a big smile carved on her face. "And look at you…you’re so tanned!""I told you it was scorching hot out over there," I chuckle, wiping my eyes. "But now that I’m back, I definitely don’t mind being a few shades darker. Beats going to the salon anytime soon!""You look so beautiful too. I am so proud of you, honey."I take a step back, tr
Dear DiaryYes, everything is surprising, a mess and I don't like it. I miss the children, I miss Kenya.My life is changing again and I don't need it.I take a deep breath in and exhale, nice and slow.This reality is going to take a hell of a lot to get used to.Not only am I no longer in Kenya, but my step-sister lives in a mansion with a billionaire? With Sebastian? A friend of Dave? This is not happening. Fuck it! But can I do something about it?NO!I'm not sure how quickly Christie expects me to adjust to having servants who will make me sandwiches in the middle of the night. Not that I'm not accustomed to wealth, but I'm a self-sufficient woman. I don't need a servant to do anything for me.Surely she recognizes that this drastic adjustment will take some time to sink in?This 180-degree turn in my lifestyle is nearly too much to bear: the change in climate; the contrasting culture; the transition from third to first world; Sebastian's home; the engagement; the luxury automobi
When Chelsea reached the bottom step, she spotted Sebastian out of the corner of her eye, laughing animatedly with her sister, and Peter. His left hand was planted firmly on her sister’s lower back. The sight made her cringe with discomfort, but could she do something about it? No! Definitely not. She sized him up before they noticed her. Unlike before, when the man was brooding, today he was dressed in a designer pinstripe suit, which was appropriate attire for a man of his caliber. He towered over her sister with the same dark hair she remembered one year ago, that faded almost all the way to the middle of his head. However, his face bore the signs of his age, as unwrinkled lines dotted his forehead and eyes. Despite being obviously a lot older than her sister, his attitude was somewhat authoritative over here, and that immediately annoyed her. "Oh! Hi, Chelsea. We’ve been waiting for you," Christie said, gazing at her. Sebastian smiled and nodded his head towards him. "Hi, aunt