John texted her early the next morning. The text read ‘You will need to run into Melinda Iron casually. She is the organizer. She is staying at the Miton in Midtown. Usually at the hotel restaurant See her picture below.’Lucky for Alessa she remembered Melinda Iron. She had worked with her team a few years back for a feature in PHAT. John had sent a picture of a motherly blonde woman, with kind tired blue eyes, and normal wrinkles. To Alessa’s shock, she didn’t look rich, or someone trying to be young. Alessa arrived at the grand Milton wearing her usual clothes, jeans and a black shirt, and not the tight dresses she’d worn every day lately. The dining room had gold ceilings, dark red walls, and patrons all in casually expensive clothes. In the sea of the rich, she spotted Melinda, sitting alone on a table reading an actual newspaper. “Haven’t seen one of those in a long while! Mind if I borrow the business section?” Alessa asked. She was juggling a full plate of food she got from
Alessa didn't knock but banged on the door.“I am coming. I am coming.” She heard Aspen say on the other side. As soon as the door opened Alessa flung her hand straight at Aspen’s face. The slap was so hard Aspen’s face turned. She placed her hand over her cheek. “Should I throw you down and kick you so we are fully even?” Alessa threatened. “Or claim your first kid as my own since I lost mine because of your selfishness and stupidity.” Alessa's eyes were red and wet, but it wasn’t due to her sadness, it was anger.“Alessa,” Aspen stated like she had just understood who was at the door. “Alice Kelly, actually.” Turns out Aspen wasn’t talking to Alessa because a few seconds later James appeared.“What the hell?” He sighed. Alessa raised her hand again and her chest purred in satisfaction when she saw Aspen flinch, but before she could make contact again James grabbed her hand and pushed her back. Aspen yelled out a cry. “You shouldn’t have been pregnant to begin with. He was mine
Madison was right. Dante was a magician. Because even though Alessa had a slight makeover to turn into Alice. It was nothing compared to how sleek and polished she looked now. Her hair was no longer the deep red but today it was a softer orangy red with thin light bangs. He contorted her face to have more confident features—bold Smokey eyes, high cheekbones, and a deep maroon lipstick. This all matched with her corset top black gown that swept the floor.When she looked into the mirror in the penthouse bathroom showing her a view of her outfit and face, she felt like a whole new person. A part of her wanted to cry out for the old defenseless Alessa, but then the power she felt right now diminished that wish.A knock on her door jolted her out of her thoughts.“Miss.Kelly, your limo is here.” Someone said at the door. She grabbed her 24-karat gold clutch that Dante insisted she take and rushed out the door. She was just about to make it to her limo when she got a call from John.“Fra
The party droned on. People danced, drank, and eventually sat down—thankfully Alessa was far away from Kyle and Aspen. Speeches and thank yous began and took another hour. PHAT was called out for helping complete the charity events goal, and Camelot and Kyle were thanked for helping with setting up the gala and helping fund the event. Finally, the dancing began again and the rich got to drinking and overall debauchery. Alessa had enough and walked out to get some fresh air. She kept walking till she ended up on a large concrete porch looking out to a small lake.Here, this is where she would have been had she found it earlier. She sighed and took in the calm. Even the water was making low, quiet sounds. She tried to take in everything that had just happened. Was Kyle upset that she didn’t look like his Alessa? So? She thought. So what? She was doing all this to set him free. Even Wade didn’t recognize her? Of course he didn’t, she didn’t recognize herself. She had to be someone els
Alessa took Kyle’s hand and guided him towards the conference table. She took her thin panties off and hopped on, spreading her legs, and lifting her knees so Kyle could get a view of her. He stared for quite a while before screaming, “fuck it.” He pulled Alessa's knee down and dragged her, closer to him until his middle hit hers. She let out a scream of pleasure. “Pants.” She reminded him.She heard the metal of his belt hitting the floor and felt Kyle’s weight on top of hers. Then he was inside her. In and out. In and out. These movements cause intense emotions within her. Her world was spinning. Her mind couldn’t stand still.Kyle didn’t let up. He continued his movements as his fingers found other bits of Alessa to fondle. Her hard nipples. Her throbbing clit. He massaged her, causing tingling to erupt all over her body. The tingling fluttered higher and threatened to disappear after a final bout of pleasure. She wasn’t ready for it to end yet, but her body gave out and shuddered
A young blond woman with a tight bun and even tighter clothes led Alessa to a conference room. Flashes of last night, and her on top of the table filled her brain. She cleared her throat and her mind—well she tried. Kyle came in a few minutes later also starting at the conference table. Then at Alessa. “Don’t say anything. Just let Frank do the talking. I am sure once he sees you he will flip out.” “I’ll flip out with him.” She shot back. Kyle closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Let’s just get through today. After this, I am going to have to make him understand that I am not on your side.” He took a seat on the far end of the room away from Alessa and faced the other way.“Really?” She questioned.“He can’t think we are in this together,” Kyle said still not facing her. He didn’t say anything till they both heard the thuds of a stick onto the carpeted floors.“Uncle Frank,” Kyle said, getting up. “I am shocked you came down for this. I could have taken care of it.” He guide
8 o’clock came and went but Kyle didn’t show up. Alessa waited for him in her silk robe and excitement. She hoped for a more official and less confusing reunion than their last few because Frank wasn’t a fear anymore—at least not for now. By 8:45 Alessa decided to make her worries into action. She called James.“Do you know where Kyle is?” “Um—yes, he is with me—OW—but I’ve been asked not to tell you,” James replied, though Alessa could barely hear. A lot of noise was coming from his end.“Tell him to stop being a little brat and come to my room.” She yelled. “He is nodding a no.” Alessa zeroed in on the background noise. She heard the clanking of pots and pans, a gaggle of women talking and laughing, and then finally, Mrs.Rafferty sternly saying, “Hurry it up will you girls?” He was in the mansion kitchen. “Put me on speakerphone. Now.” Alessa demanded. “You're on,” James said a few seconds later and the voices in the room were more intense. “Listen here, Kyle Danny. You eithe
The couch creaked but Alessa held on to its edge. Her knees dug into the uneven fabric and her nails into the intricate wooden design on the side. The couch moved and scratched to the rhythm Kyle set as he moved in and out of Alessa. He moaned, and so did Alessa when he pushed in deeper, and then pulled out. Liquid filled her. They both fall down in exhaustion.20 minutes passed and Kyle made another suggestion. “Get up.” He led Alessa to a wall and turned her around. He ripped off her shorts and literally ripped her blouse off. She was standing there hugging the wall, naked for Kyle to take her. “I am going to have no clothes left if you rip them all off of me.” She cried.“That’s the point,” Kyle said, as he turned himself back into her and their bodies created a new rhythm. In this session, Alessa had already come once, but just as she was close to coming again, Kyle grunted and moved away from her.“How long do you think we can keep this up?” Alessa asked ten minutes later when sh
5 years later… “Put the flowers right there.” Alessa directed her oldest, now four-year-old daughter, Melissa. “You put the flowers right next to hers.” She told her youngest son, Ross, almost three years old to do the same. Then she placed the flowers in her hand on the grave as well. “Thank you for looking over me, for looking over us,” she prayed. Urging her kids to do the same. They loosely repeated their mother. Tears were starting to well up in Alessa's eyes. “Sorry, it’s been so long since I’ve been here.” “Don’t cry. It’s okay. He is looking down and smiling at how far you’ve come.” Madison said putting her hands on Alessa’s shoulder. “He is thankful you came into my life,” Alessa said. “You're the reason I have all of this.” She pointed at her two kids. “Kyle had something to do with this.” Madison laughed. “What did I have something to do with it?” Kyle joined the cluster which included Madison, John, and their four kids. Aspen and James. Alessa and their two ki
Kyle took her hands as soon as Alessa got to him. “We are all gathered here today to join this okay-ish man and this wonderful lady.” James started. Kyle glared back at him. James cleared his throat. “Ok sorry.” He added. “The couples I hope have written their own vows because this is as far as I’ve got in my speech.” Kyle gave James a look of disbelief but he nodded and Alessa, who wasn’t told they were doing this, blankly stared back. Kyle took out a piece of paper out of his tux pocket and began reading, as Alessa began panicking. “Alessa, from the moment I met you, I knew you were my person.” “Took you long enough to admit it.” James quibbled. Alessa agreed with a small nod and this helped easy her nervousness. Kyle glared back once more at James. Then Kyle continued, “I know the journey here wasn’t a straight line. I am not sure it was ever a curved line. We’ve been to hell and back and somehow back again. It was more than most people see in a lifetime, but today, a
Alessa ran down to the fifth floor, where the elevator was stuck, and met with a cluster of firefighters. “Move. Move. Move.” They all shouted as someone fiddled with a box full of wires next to the elevator. “Kyle!” Alessa said. It looked like the elevator was a room that had fallen ¾ into the ground. You can see the top half of the elevator and Kyle, the second half was hidden underneath the floor. “Hey babe. This is my bride.” Kyle proudly told the firefighters. “Sorry for this mess Miss. We’ll get your groom out shortly.” One of the helmeted men said. Alessa kneeled down so she and Kyle were eye to eye. Kyle rested his chin on the ground and Alessa rested her forehead on his. “I thought something horrible happened!” Cried Alessa. “I am okay. Wish I could just jump out of here but I’ve been advised against it.” Kyle pecked Alessa’s lips. “I did learn a lesson in all of this.” “Yeah? What’s that?” Alessa asked, raising her eyebrows. “My wife is always right. Learned the
It was a week later. Alessa looked perfect as she examined herself in her bathroom full mirror. Her lace white dress hugged her in all the right places and fell in a circular pattern around her legs. Alessa walked out to meet the girls. As soon as she did, Madison handed her her white and pink bouquet. “Thank you!” Alessa smiled at her. The girls—Madison and Aspen—were in the penthouse, in Alessa’s room. The herd of people who usually fix Alessa's hair and makeup had already done their thing and she was now just waiting for Kyle. He of course decided to work today of all days despite Alessa warning against it, saying, “With everything going on, work did fall on the back burner. I’ll just run to work and be ready by the time we have to say our vows.” “I think you should put your hair up. The ceremony is outside, and it’s windy and cloudy today.” Madison warned back on the couch she had been sitting on as Matthew cooed in agreement in her lap. “It looks better curly and out like i
Alessa and Kyle walked all around the venue to ended up by a hidden back door. Kyle led Alessa up a set of stairs until they ended up at a balcony. The same balcony they had their first kiss at. “No one else is allowed up here,” Kyle said as they walked over so they could be under the string lights. “But what about the party? Shouldn’t I mingle? Get introduced as your fiancée?” Alessa asked. “There is time for that. I just wanted us to spend some time together. I haven’t had the chance to see you alone since the night you told me we were having a baby.” Kyle sat Alessa down on one of the many scattered chairs. He took a seat right across from her, still holding onto both her hands and playing with her ring. “Won't hiding out on the roof of your party interfere with your message, what was it? Rebrand and reassure. Camelot, a family business again!” Alessa asked. “Eh, let it. One party isn’t going to change the damage Frank did to Camelot’s reputation.” Kyle shrugged and kissed Al
Madison was back. Alessa was really excited about that but there was just one problem, she and Aspen couldn’t get along. Kyle and John had decided with everything they have all been through the past few years, they wanted to have a party to celebrate, a masquerade ball to be specific. “It will be for my birthday this time. Lord knows we need a celebration.” Kyle had said. Now, Alessa was stuck dress shopping with a very pregnant Madison, who was hormonal, and Aspen who didn’t hold her tongue. Alessa twirled around in all different dresses in front of a large mirror while the girls commented behind her. “I like the white one better. You are going to be a bride eventually after all.” Aspen said as she sat next to Madison on a couch the fitting room held. “She can’t wear white for the ball, it isn't her wedding that day. It’s just a ball. Wear this blue dress. That’s the color you wore last time.” Madison said pointing at the dress Alessa was currently adorning. Alessa gave anothe
Alessa had just finished telling her side of the story to the cop who was kind enough to come to the penthouse to ask her instead of making her go into the police station. She was still in bed. After Kyle carried her into their bed last night, she had slept for close to 17 hours. Kyle had been by her side the whole time. He had just left now when the cop had asked him to. She told him all about Jason threatening her, almost rapping her, about Jackie’s situation and help. She also gave detailed descriptions of how Jason and she got into a fight after he pointed a gun at Jackie. “After sending Cindy away I tried to get the gun out of his hands—I don’t know who pulled the trigger,” Alessa said.“What about Frank? Did he have a gun?” “No, he didn’t.” “Why did you shoot him then?”“Because he kidnapped me.” Alessa matter-in-factly said.“So it was revenge?” The cop asked.“No, it was fear. Fear that he was going to hurt me or Cindy or Jackie.”“A handicapped old man?”“A man who orches
“Come on now Jackie. You are supposed to be on our side. That was the only way we could ensure that little Cindy was safe.” Jason said. “At least for now. Eventually, she could work for me. Say at the age of 15? How does that sound?” Jason laughed. “Wouldn’t you agree Frank?”A few seconds later Frank hobbled into view. “Keep your perversions to yourself.” Frank moaned. “Jackie, go tie up Alessa. I am giving you one more chance.”“Stay away from her and stay away from my daughter.” Jackie gripped the gun harder.“Jason. You like touching the filth. Tie her up.”“My pleasure!” Jason said, moving towards Alessa. Alessa hid Cindy behind her. Jackie fired a shot but missed Jason. “You little bitch.” Jason yelled, turning his attention towards Jackie. “Jackie, Jackie. I need you to relax. You forget, I still have Adam tied up to some really bad stuff. It can put him away in jail for a very long time.” Frank warned.“I don’t care about him. He probably deserves it. He lied to me. Now all
“See this is why you leave things for girls to do. Just so you know James, we find out anything anyone is hiding from us.” Aspen said. Aspen, James, and Kyle were back at The Milton. Aspen had been feverishly researching for Jacqueline Hue on her phone.“What did you find?” Kyle said before James could defend himself. “From your FBI friend, we know she got arrested in Ohio, which is where she had her child, and where, up till now she was living. Till Adam got in trouble and he probably hid her and his child away somewhere.” Aspen hashed out. “We already know this, what else.” “Right, but Jackie—that’s the name her friends and now enemies call her—has an Instagram. Of course, it’s private but the girl world is small. Someone I met on a business trip a few years ago follows her. I reached out to her and she shared some pictures, and guess what I see.” Aspen turned her phone towards the boys. On it was a picture of Jackie. She looked young there, but the picture looked old. In it, sh