Twenty-OneMelinda didn't need to be told it was morning before she opened her eyes. The air was diiferent. She felt warm calloused hands on her waist. "Good morning beautiful." Ajax nuzzled her neck when he heard her breath quicken. However she was going to react to their position, he was prepared for it. He spooned her while his hands stayed on her waist. For reasons he wanted to explore right now, he had left her bare after they had dinner in his room. Smiling, he remembered how she had slept off soundly, mumbling his name after he had brought her from torrents of pleasure to another. He only woke her up to feed her. While he had watched her tremble in his arms, he had promised himself to wait. This would be his first time waiting. He wanted her to trust him. For reasons he didn't understand, he was ready to hold back the need to just plunge into her in that vulnerable and seductive position she was."Rey." She murmured. Her cheeks glowed with warmth and something like coyness. Sh
TWENTY-TWO"You know, for a moment in that restaurant, I was going to lose it. Mr Strange seemed to be very familiar with you." Ajax whined as he and Melinda trotted down the walkway leading to Reynolds entrance."Someone is jealous." She smiled. It would be fun to exploit this new discovery though she ignored the sensation from knowing that Ajax Smith was jealous."Yes, I am. I'm not ashamed to admit. I don't like to share what's mine" His frown was dead serious."Excuse me? Since when did I become your property?" She frowned deeply. "Don't answer that." She cut him short. "I think we already know how you'll answer that question. Fact is I am not your property or anyone else's for that matter." She hissed, winking at Jerome as he walked past them. "There they are. Excuse me Candy." Collins excused himself from the company of Reynolds cook as he sighted his sister and Ajax."Collins." Melinda rushed into his waiting arms. "It's so good to see you again.""Same here Celia. You don't l
TWENTY-THREE"Hey stranger." Ajax accosted Melinda on her way out of her office. Avoiding her wasn't working. After his conversation with Collins concerning Melinda, the thought of making children had shaken him up a little. If he was going to make children, he had to at least be in touch with what he was feeling about her. That's how it works... right?He had promised himself to stay away from her to be sure that what he was feeling wasn't just a typical i-wanna-shove-my-tongue-in-your-mouth kind of feeling. If that was going to be it, he wasn't sure he could trust himself with her heart. It was supposed to be operation zero-contact-with-Melinda but after hours of sitting in his office without his personal assistant gracing and tempting him with her presence, he couldn't stand it. Screw the operation, he told himself on his way out of his office."Hey there." She responded after momentarily losing her breath. She hadn't expected to run into him. She was also in the business of avoida
TWENTY-FOURCollins stood before Ajax's black raspberry farm. The array of trees scattered on the landscape was a beautiful sight to behold. So was the bright orange glow of the sunset sinking into the horizon. Watching it, he had flashbacks of several moments like that. Those would be he and April watching the sunset every week while they ate burgers. It was a sacred moment that stopped when her condition became severe as she didn't need much exposure to the sun. Collins squeezed his eyes shut, remembering the way the light dimmed in her eyes with each day that drew her close to her deathbed."I miss you so damn much April." He whispered. The tightening in his gut was enough to send a tear trickling down his cheeks.Pocketing his hands, he made a solemn vow to protect everyone close to him. Especially when it was in his power. At this thought, he smiled. Who would have thought he would see his lost sister again after his family had concluded her dead?He frowned as his mind played a
TWENTY-FIVE"Collins." May gasped. Her head spun. It was either her pregnancy symptoms were showing off or she was having a real panic attack. She wasn't supposed to panic. Collins was a good omen."You know him? You know her?" Eric passed a confused glance from Collins to May.It was then May understood why she was panicking. It wasn't a good idea for Eric and Collins to meet. The former still had unsevered ties with his boss while the latter was an innocent lamb that had just found its way to a sacrificial altar. She had completely forgotten about him all the while she was abducted. She didn't see herself doing otherwise when all he had done was live in the shadows when he stayed in her house. He hadn't given in to her subtle or heavy seductions. She had respected that he was grieving. Ergo, making an effort of deleting him from her mind was a walk in the park especially when there were parties. Oh, how she missed the parties. The little reasonable voice in her head gave her a menta
TWENTY-SIX "What do I do?" Melinda asked herself for the umpteenth time, the million-dollar question, the question to every thought that ran through her head for days. She had resisted the idea of taking a quick trip to New York in search of the answers she so direly wanted but that would only send shit hitting the fan. Ajax would stop at nothing to make sure she didn't go alone and she wasn't doing a good job of getting accustomed to that culture. Apparently, it freaked out her friend, Sam and she wasn't all too comfortable with what it did to her freedom. If she was a celebrity, she would have appreciated it just a tiny bit. But she was a commoner trapped in the middle of all the shits she didn't ask for. Apart from not agitating Ajax, she had to be thankful for the internet. There was no need to fly to New York when she could browse the how-tos of pig Latin. She had done just that and that only topped the list of things birthing the question plaguing her mind now. The incoherent w
Twenty-SevenMelinda relished the warmth that enveloped her. Ajax' embrace had to be the comfiest duvet she could ever ask for. With her eyes still closed, her back to his front, she snuggled further into his embrace."I wish I could stay like this forever." She mumbled."Me too baby. How'd you sleep?" He asked, kissing her cheek from behind as he rubbed her arm."I think I just had the best sleep." She lay on her back to look at him. "What about you?" She cradled his face, tracing his lips with her fingers as she had a brief flashback of what his lips did to her "Mmm" He trapped her fingers between his lips. "I had the best sleep too. It was beautiful, ecstatic, fueling, energy consuming, almost addictive..." He suckled her fingers. She gasped."Are we talking about the same sleep?" She giggled."Yes baby." His murmured."I don't think so.""I do. I'm pretty sure you do too. I mean... have you forgotten how we rolled and kicked, tried different angles, clawed at each other, skipped
Twenty-Eight"Payne is psychotic. I'm sure of it. I just need to find proof." Those were the words that came out of Collin's lips the moment Lucrecia said "Hope you survived your visit to Payne's territory.""Hello, it's been a minute. I've been great. What about you?" She quipped, in a bid to ease him up a bit as he rapped those words of despair. He seemed tensed up as opposed to the last time she saw him when they had shared a moment- the moment that stayed permanently in her mind for days and nights when her nightmares didn't come. The moment that instantly replayed itself in her head, sending the butterflies in her chest to flutter when he had breezed into Reynolds when the first thing he had said was, 'Where is Ajax?" before rapping what Payne was."I've been..." He paused, obviously flustered and secretly sorry. He had almost forgotten about their kiss. "I've just been walking on thin ice." He stopped himself from reaching for her hands.Too late. Lucrecia was able to catch on t
Thirty-Four May basked in her new found freedom as she stuffed her mouth with pizza. Her stomach growled, and she giggled. "Looks like my baby has an appetite tonight." "I guess you can say that. Guess who else has an appetite?" Eric murmured playfully wiggling his brows and, inching closer to her on the couch. "Keep off. Until you've found a permanent housing, and provided security, I'm not tangling. You are considered a danger to me and the baby." She said with her stuffed mouth as she stood up. " I'm exhausted for no reason." She threw herself on the bed. "Understandably so. I'm so sorry for putting you in this situation." Eric sent her a sympathizing look. "I will make it up to you." "Don't you dare get sweet on me. If you make me fall for you more, I don't think I can handle it. It's not your fault we're holed up in this hotel while Payne's men prowl the city on the lookout for us." Suddenly, there was a bang on the door. May froze. Eric stood abruptly, instantly reaching f
Thirty-Three As Collins walked into Reynolds, he knew that time was going to be their greatest enemy, not Payne, not anything else. If things went south, he knew he was going to die. Guin would die as well. Merciful heavens. Ajax' sister was alive. The reverse could be the case if they didn't act quickly. Without a brief glance to the familiar faces he walked by, he stormed the hallway, bellowing Ajax' name. He scowled at the huge live portrait of Ajax on the wall. He wanted the real guy, not his pictorial representation."Dude, what's the problem?" Owen asked as Collins walked right into him. "Owen." Collins shook his head when he stopped seeing stars from the impact of walking right into muscular Owen. "I need to see Ajax.""Don't we all? I heard he ran after your sister. Looks like she decided to take out Payne on her own this evening.""Shit." Collins rubbed his face."Let's sit it out while we wait for them. Lucrecia is somewhere around the farm." He said. It was no news that
Thirty-Two When Melinda saw the familiar West wood signboard, she stepped on the gas. Ajax and his 'wine' family be damned if she didn't handle the Santoz Martinez saga on her own. Quite alright, divine helper Santoz and his shenanigans were not priority. Driving in the cold night air on the Westwood route also, wasn't on the list of priorities for the last day of the year. But Santoz was a nuisance and she needed to stop him from making more moves on her. She had seen the signs from the start. Had she chosen to ignore them? No. Instead, she had chosen to avoid him. Her avoidance and delay stategy apparently was not working. The opportunity of singing again had been too good to miss out even if a man who unabashedly lusted after women to an alarming extent was hot on her heels. But here she was, swerving dangerously at every turn that led to his house because she wanted to let him know she didn't give a flying fuck about what he offered and how he chose his returned favours. Here s
Thirty-OneOn days like this, when Payne was a twelve years old boy again in Boston Common Park, he was usually sullen as he reminisced his mother's last moments in Boston. Boston Common had been her favorite spot for a getaway with her only son. As soon as she had filed a divorce with his father, she had left all sweet sentiments of a mother-son getaway behind her and left the city for good.It was on his birthday, a Thursday like this, when happy people in the park bubbled with fun activities that his mother had told him frankly she was leaving him. It was also on that same day his father had told him the truth. "Your mother does not like my Job. I don't care about that. Neither should you. It's going to be just us son. I'm going to mould you to be great and rich and fearless like me." His father had said."Why didn't you change her mind Dad? Why didn't you make her like your job? Why didn't she stay at least for me?" His twelve years old broken heart had queried."Your mother is a
THIRTY Melinda watched Reynolds wine in her glass swirl around the ice cubes in it. It was a pretty sight, the slosh of red against white ice. So was her life, which was beginning to take semblance of a normal one. Her love life was perfect, her music career was taking shape, she had friends who were like family, she had Collins, she had Reynolds in her hand. Over the weeks, Reynolds had proven to be an essential part of her existence. The wine producing company and its owner had stolen her heart for good. The flutter of the butterflies in her stomach flutter every time she so much as thought of him gradually became a norm. Ajax was the perfect gentleman. He brought her breakfast in bed every day and took her out on dates. The dates were romantic. They were ones she never imagined she would have had in all of the gory pre-Reynolds days. The past few days had been series of surprise gifts, flowers, evening walks, snow fights and a trip to Boch centre, Wang theatre. The warmth spre
Twenty-Nine"Cheers to you Mel." Lucrecia raised her glass, quipping with excitement as the others joined her in the celebratory gesture of clinking glasses. They were having a girl's day out, just for a few hours in Snug, one of Hingham's precious bars to celebrate Melinda's twenty first birthday."Happy birthday baby sis." Sam winked."I basically got older today. Why the baby tag?" Melinda shot Samantha a look as she got her glass refilled."You're freaking twenty one. You're the youngest among us. No hard feelings." Lorren shrugged, winking in the like manner Sam did."I think we should do something more active than sitting pretty in an equally pretty bar." Sam suggested as she looked around. People that weren't drinking were dancing on the floor while extremely horny people were making out in the little 'private' corners they could find."We aren't just sitting. We are drinking. Who's she again?" Lois fired at Melinda."Samantha James. A good friend and ex colleague in Cock and B
Twenty-Eight"Payne is psychotic. I'm sure of it. I just need to find proof." Those were the words that came out of Collin's lips the moment Lucrecia said "Hope you survived your visit to Payne's territory.""Hello, it's been a minute. I've been great. What about you?" She quipped, in a bid to ease him up a bit as he rapped those words of despair. He seemed tensed up as opposed to the last time she saw him when they had shared a moment- the moment that stayed permanently in her mind for days and nights when her nightmares didn't come. The moment that instantly replayed itself in her head, sending the butterflies in her chest to flutter when he had breezed into Reynolds when the first thing he had said was, 'Where is Ajax?" before rapping what Payne was."I've been..." He paused, obviously flustered and secretly sorry. He had almost forgotten about their kiss. "I've just been walking on thin ice." He stopped himself from reaching for her hands.Too late. Lucrecia was able to catch on t
Twenty-SevenMelinda relished the warmth that enveloped her. Ajax' embrace had to be the comfiest duvet she could ever ask for. With her eyes still closed, her back to his front, she snuggled further into his embrace."I wish I could stay like this forever." She mumbled."Me too baby. How'd you sleep?" He asked, kissing her cheek from behind as he rubbed her arm."I think I just had the best sleep." She lay on her back to look at him. "What about you?" She cradled his face, tracing his lips with her fingers as she had a brief flashback of what his lips did to her "Mmm" He trapped her fingers between his lips. "I had the best sleep too. It was beautiful, ecstatic, fueling, energy consuming, almost addictive..." He suckled her fingers. She gasped."Are we talking about the same sleep?" She giggled."Yes baby." His murmured."I don't think so.""I do. I'm pretty sure you do too. I mean... have you forgotten how we rolled and kicked, tried different angles, clawed at each other, skipped
TWENTY-SIX "What do I do?" Melinda asked herself for the umpteenth time, the million-dollar question, the question to every thought that ran through her head for days. She had resisted the idea of taking a quick trip to New York in search of the answers she so direly wanted but that would only send shit hitting the fan. Ajax would stop at nothing to make sure she didn't go alone and she wasn't doing a good job of getting accustomed to that culture. Apparently, it freaked out her friend, Sam and she wasn't all too comfortable with what it did to her freedom. If she was a celebrity, she would have appreciated it just a tiny bit. But she was a commoner trapped in the middle of all the shits she didn't ask for. Apart from not agitating Ajax, she had to be thankful for the internet. There was no need to fly to New York when she could browse the how-tos of pig Latin. She had done just that and that only topped the list of things birthing the question plaguing her mind now. The incoherent w