Chapter 5
Mrs Wood, Chleo and Mrs Thomas got to Nathan Wilson house, they seated on the couch in the living room when Nathan walk down the stairs, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood saw him and they stood up while Chleo was lost in thought thinking.
“ Good day Nathan” Mrs Thomas said and she smiled, Mrs Wood also smiled while Chleo was still seated.
“ Mrs Wood this my foster nephew Nathan Wilson, Nathan this my friend Mrs Wood, the one whom I told you about that her husband ran into debt and she needs money but right now her daughter is ill and she needs money so sue brought her second daughter for money in exchange” Mrs Thomas said, Chleo noticed that, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood had already stood from the couch and she also stood up and their eyes both met and they recognize themselves.
“ Nurse” He said.
“ You” She said, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood were confused.
“ What is going on here? Did both of you know each other?” Mrs Wood asked.
“ Yes, she once helped me when I had a minor accident, she came to my aid” he said.
“ I hope, you will not change your mind Nathan, please I need the money” Mrs Wood said.
“ Yes, Mr Nathan, you should not change your mind, my sister is dying and she needs to be treated as soon as possible” Chleo said and Nathan took his check book and he wrote a check for Mrs Wood and gave it to her, Mrs Wood took it and she was happy.
“ Thank you so much, Nathan” Mrs Wood said and she hug Chleo and left and Mrs Thomas also left and they left Chleo.
“ I am going to be your slave” Chleo said.
“ No, you can’t be my slave” he said.
“ Why? But you bought me already” she said.
“ I know but I did that to help Mrs Wood to solve their problems, you once save my life so I guess this is what I can do to thank you” he said.
“ But I can’t go back home, my stepmother will think that I am bad and she might think that you will want to take back the money at anytime and I don’t want more debt for my family” she said.
“ Alright if you think, I will go back on my words then you can stay here for a while and when you believe then you can go back home” he said.
“ But we can be friends I guess” he said and Chleo smiled and was happy that she was not going to be slave.
Mrs Wood paid off all their debts and they got back their house, it’s been weeks later, Layla and Mrs Wood started their luxury life and forgot about Chleo while Chleo and Nathan got closer and they fell in love, Nathan had decided to propose to her to be his wife, Chleo accepted and they are planning their marriage, Layla and Mrs Wood thought that Chleo was a slave until they got an invitation of Chleo’s wedding, Layla was shocked and jealous because Chleo will live a luxury life, she was pain and she wanted Nathan for herself.
“ This can’t be true mum, I thought Chleo was supposed to be slave, how come she is turning wife, no, I can’t accept this mum, I want Nathan for my self, Chleo will enjoy all the luxury life and we will just be here” Layla said in anger.
“ What do you want us to do, Nathan is getting married to her soon” Mrs Wood said.
“ We have to look for a way to get her kill, she is always blocking my way, remember I was supposed to be there and not her” Layla said in anger.
“ You are right about that, don’t worry, we will plan” Mrs Wood said.
Weeks after, Chleo and Nathan got married and they both had their wedding night while Mrs Wood and Layla had their evil plan.
Chleo and Nathan had their honey moon in France, they got back to American weeks later, Chleo was feeling weird and she decided to go to the hospital,the doctor carried out test on her.
“ Mrs Wilson, congratulations, you are four weeks pregnant” the doctor said and Chloe was happy and she can’t wait to announce the good news to Nathan, she walked out of the hospital with her entourage but not knowing that Layla and Mrs Wood has planned for her on her way back home, she sent messages to Nathan that she has a good news for her and she had told him to prepare a dinner tables for the both of them and Nathan did, on her way home, the driver was shot, and there was shoot out, they shot, the bodyguards thay was with her and she was also shot, the criminals thought she was dead but she was still breathing, the news was all over, Layla and Mrs Wood announce her dead, Nathan could not believe because her dead body was no where to be found, Layla and her mother celebrate but Layla hope that Chleo was dead because she was no where to be found, Nathan was down and Layla went close to him and she also pretended to be crying.
“ It’s so sad, I can’t believe that I lost my sister” she said and Nathan stood up from where he seated with the drink in his hand and he went to his room, Layla cleans her tears.
“ No matter what, I will make sure that you are mine Nathan, I killed my sister ti have you” she said speaking to herself, Nathan went to his room staring at Chleo picture while he has tears in his eyes, he throw the drink in anger crying.
“ Why Chleo? Why do you have to go so soon” he said in anger.
“I will make i get my revenge back” he said in anger.
Sir,sir,canyouhear me?” I call out to the man trapped inside the vehicle. The airbag had deployed. He’s restrained by his seatbelt and remains motionless covered in blood. Wearing gloves, I reach in and feel for a pulse. It’s faint but steady. “Can you hear me? You’ve been in a car accident, sir. We’re going to get you out of here and take good care of you. Can you tell me your name?” His lips quiver, but no sound emerges. Blood covers everything, so it’s difficult to determine the source of the bleeding. I push aside the deflated airbag to get a better look. That’s when I catch sight of a gun holstered at his side. I recoil at the sight of it, but then remember I’m here to perform myFrom above, I hear rustling and see Nathan, the EMT assigned for tonight’s ride along, making his descent. “What’ve we got here?” he asks, carrying a stretcher board and neck brace. “Are they alive?” “Yes, I’ve got a steady pulse on a white male, adult, early thirties. I can’t determine the extent of
His bruised lips form a half smile.“Nathan, is it true?” I say, leaning forward, whispering to him. “You’re Russian mafia?”“Done…nothing wrong.”I stare at him, but his eyes have slid shut again. No doubt the morphine is kicking in, mercifully easing his suffering. I struggle with what to do. I finally land on the fact that he’s innocent until proven guilty. If the cops have a case, they’ll make it and haul his Russian ass away. But he’s asking me to help him…what do I do?As if hearing my internal conflict, Nathan eyelids rise. “Framed,” he says, “I’m a businessman…graduated from…Cornell University.”Since when does the mafia attend Ivy League colleges? Who do I believe, him or the cops?“Look me up…” a slight smile touches his lips though his eyes remain shut. “Google me.”I chuckle despite the situation. “Believe me, I will, and if you don’t check out, the gun’s going straight to the authorities.”His tortured smile widens. “What…what’s your name?”The question catches me off gu
“You make it sound so simple,” I say. “Isn’t it?” “It’s complicated.” “That’s what makes it so “It?” “Us.” “Us?” I laugh. “Awfully, presumptuous of you.” He shrugs. I hold up a finger. “Onedinner,” I say. “That’s it.” He holds his silence neither agreeing nor objecting as he pins me with his unrelenting gaze. He does this a lot as if he’s drinking me in, studying every facet of me. I shake my head to break the trance I seem to fall under in his presence. It’s late, I’ve got to go home to get some much-needed sleep. “Alright,” I say, as I slowly rise from my chair. “Spokoynoy nochi, Mr. Wilson.” A wide grin splits his face, apparently impressed by my attempt to say good night in Russian. Yeah, so I learned a word or two. What’s the harm in that? I’m highly anxious as I ride the subway uptown. Silently, I berate myself for putting myself in this predicament. But Dr. Chleo invitation to watch the triple bypass surgery proved too irresistible to pass up. But amid the procedu
“You make it sound so simple,” I say. “Isn’t it?” “It’s complicated.” “That’s what makes it so“It?” “Us.” “Us?” I laugh. “Awfully, presumptuous of you.” He shrugs. I hold up a finger. “Onedinner,” I say. “That’s it.” He holds his silence neither agreeing nor objecting as he pins me with his unrelenting gaze. He does this a lot as if he’s drinking me in, studying every facet of me. I shake my head to break the trance I seem to fall under in his presence. It’s late, I’ve got to go home to get some much-needed sleep. “Alright,” I say, as I slowly rise from my chair. “Spokoynoy nochi, Mr. Wilson.” A wide grin splits his face, apparently impressed by my attempt to say good night in Russian. Yeah, so I learned a word or two. What’s the harm in that? I’m highly anxious as I ride the subway uptown. Silently, I berate myself for putting myself in this predicament. But Dr. Chleo invitation to watch the triple bypass surgery proved too irresistible to pass up. But amid the procedur
I meet his glass with mine. “Why thank you, Nathan. Maybe someday, when I have a social life, I’ll have a trophy husband onmyarm,” I say with laughter. Again, his expression falls. “Or, you could have me.” I pull back in my chair and stare at him. “We’ve known each other a whole ten days,” I chuckle. “How can you say things like that with a straight face?” “If one listens very carefully and watches for certain signs…you can learn all you need to know about a person in the space of one conversation. As a businessman operating within a very competitive environment, I must practice this skill on a daily basis to survive,” he says sternly. His smirk slowly returns. “You and I have had at least ten in-depth conversations, suffice to say, I know all I need to know about you.” I raise a brow at him. “All?” He chuckles. “All the important things. Regarding the minor details, that’s why we’re here tonight, so you can fill in the gaps.” I sit back and cross my arms over my chest. “Well, m
He nods for me to continue eating. “It pleases me to see you enjoy it. I know my effort wasn’t wasted.” “Oh, come on,” I say teasingly. “Did you really prepare this yourself?” He smirks. “Yes, I did. Is that so hard to believe?” For a moment, I’m deeply moved until… “Ah, is this part of your second date schtick? Invite the girl back to your place for an amazing gourmet meal prepared by your hand?” A shadow falls across his face. “I’ve never done this for anyone. Never even wanted to.” “Oh…” is all I can manage to say, sensing I’ve offended him. I attempt to lighten the mood. “Who knew Russian food could taste so amazing?” I take another bite. Nathan closes his eyes for a couple of seconds and takes a deep breath as if trying to calm his nerves. “What? Did you think we only ate gruel and stone-hard bread in Russia?” Uh-oh, this just took a turn for the worse. “No, of course not. Honestly, I never really gave the matter much thought. But,” I gesture at the meal. “Now I know, Russ
At exactly eleven minutes past seven, I hear my doorbell ring. She’s late. We’ll work on that. “Hello,” she practically purrs as she leans against the door frame. Her hair is down, falling about her shoulders and she’s wearing a long, stylish coat. A pair of dark high-heeled pumps set her at about 5’7 to my 6’2. “Dr. Wood.” I step aside and gesture for her to enter. She saunters in, her hips swaying beneath her coat and I’m dying to see what’s beneath it. Her scent is rich and alluring, pulling me in. “This place is incredible,” she says, gazing around at the high ceilings of this warehouse converted into an upscale home. She admires the beams and rafters, as well as the skylights in the ceiling. She then spies the table and breathes in deeply. “Something smells absolutely wonderful and I’m starving.” She turns to look at me. The hint of makeup accents her eyes and kiss-me-now lips. “Your coat,” I say with an outstretched hand. “Sure.” Chleo holds my gaze as she unfastens the sa
Holy fuck. I relent, relaxing back onto the cushions. “Proceed.” His eyes lock with mine as he gently pushes the fabric of my dress up to my waist. He slips his fingers into the waistband of my panties and draws them down off my hips, down off my thighs, down over my knees. He never breaks eye contact with me. I don’t even care how wet they must feel in his hands as he tosses them aside. Nathan lowers his head and begins drawing hungry hot kisses up the length of my quivering thighs. He takes his time, his mouth steadily making its way toward my slick vagina, driving me wild with anticipation. When his tongue finally slides over my throbbing bud, the moan escapes my throat unbidden. He slips his long fingers up inside me, in and out, in and out as he sucks and teases my clitoris with his tongue. I grab fistfuls of his long chestnut-brown hair and grind my sex against his mouth. It’s been so long, and Nathan feels so fucking good. The sweet torture is quickly reaching culmination,