AbelAs Lauren escorted Doctor Pete outside, I plopped back down beside Lana, careful not to hit her sprained ankle. “I'm sorry I took so long in there. Feel better?”“Go away, Abel,” she snapped, turning her face the other way. “Not right now. I don't want to talk to you.”“Is this about what I said earlier, Lana? I didn't mean to offend you with my question. You know the last thing I could ever want is to see you unhappy.”“But you did, Abel. You did offend me. That's the problem. Ever heard of the saying, 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions?’”I mulled over the saying for a few minutes, then exhaled and asked. “Why don't we sit outside on the grass and talk for a while?”“No. I don't want to talk. I told you — ”Ignoring her, I lifted her up into my arms and carried her outside, amidst protests. She raised her fist to pound it against my chest, but thought better of it. “You're insufferable.”“And you're beautiful.”She blushed furiously, attempting to hide it with her
Abel“Now, Lana, it's your turn,” I wiped the tears that had sprung up, blinking furiously. Fuck, why the heck was I crying? Why? And that too in front of her? I had to get my shit together. “What do you want? After shit hits the fan and everyone is happy, what do you desire?”She met my gaze, the look in her eyes unreadable, then she turned away quickly and shrugged her shoulders. I melted when she shot me a bright but equally sad smile. “Everything you want, Abel, I want them too.”“You're sure?” I tilted my head to the side, my chest swelling with pride. “No add-ons?”“No add-ons,” she reaffirmed.“You'll get them, then. You have my word for it.”There it was. Another promise to her. One I didn't know if I could keep. But I knew I would try. I wouldn't abandon her desires. I wouldn't abandon her generous wants. I would try every day up until my last breath on earth to give her all that she rightfully deserved. All that she wanted and possibly, more. A life. Simple. Colourful. Quiet
Abel“What do I want today?” I asked, smearing some more of the lotion on my dick.She nodded. I pulled her good leg out, bent it at the knee, and pushed it toward her chest. I then squeezed half the bottle of lotion onto the flat of her belly. She watched my movements expectantly.“Your arse, Lana. I want to fuck your arse today.”She blinked rapidly at first, trying to process my words, then her eyes went wide when it registered. She opened her mouth, to scream perhaps, but I stopped her right on time, dipping a finger into the lotion and taking the tip of it to her arsehole.“Relax. You have to trust me on this. I promise, you'll enjoy it,” I coaxed, circling the tight, dark pink, virgin ring, smearing lotion over it evenly. “But first, for safety measures, I'm going to fill your tight, little hole with this. You're going to so love it.” I dipped my finger in the lotion again, and she watched, entranced, a dainty red dusting her cheeks, caution in her eyes, alongside excitement and
AbelI carried Lana out of the bathroom after an intense shower session (we'd spent two hours lounging in the tub, making out, and fucking — I was careful enough not to hurt her sprained ankle any further, and to keep it elevated and iced, just like the doctor ordered.) I placed her carefully on the bed and began to clean her body. She lay on her back, her arms frayed out beside her, eyes closed, sated, and a faint smile on her lips. I hummed a song slowly as I dragged the towel fabric over the soft moulds of her breasts, down her flat belly, pausing to clean her dark pink pussy that was still tender from taking my cock. She giggled, then exhaled, reaching out to tug at my hair when I leaned down to tease her clit with my tongue.I'd barely brought my face up when Nico barged in the bedroom, calling out my name, his face going white when his eyes landed first on Lana's breasts, then at my face in between her legs. He turned away quickly, burning up in embarrassment.“Shit. I'm sorry,
SolanaThe tension was at an all-time high. I'd never seen Abel so agitated, so anxious as he made call after call on our way to the hospital where Wyatt was receiving treatment — first to his junior brother Andre, then to Nico who tailed us, and finally, to Andrew. Andrew didn't pick up his call and Abel dropped one too many voicemails telling him to call him back immediately once he got them. He also arranged for security to surround the hospital ground, but to be subtle so as not to scare the authorities or patients. I couldn't be thankful enough.On my end, I tried dialling Helen thrice, but it never went through. With heavy traffic, by the time we got to the hospital, an hour and half had whizzed past. Abel's phone rang once as he pulled into the crowded parking lot. We searched for an appropriate place to park, and once he turned off the ignition, he checked the display, and I glimpsed the name. It was Norman Stravkos.He glanced up at me. “I have to take this.”“No problem,” I
Solana“What's going on, Helen? Why won't you tell me anything?”She whirled around to face me, finally. “Because you're better off not knowing a lot of things, Lana. Everything I do, I do it for us. For your own good. It's just been...a fucking mess lately. It's all falling apart.”“Have you...have you been fucking Andrew Stravkos under everyone's noses?” my chest heaved as my voice cracked.She threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. “There you go again with your suspicions. First, you accused me of fucking Wyatt, and now Andrew too? I'm sorry, sis, but I can't give you a proper answer to that. It's not important, and you know it. We should be focusing instead on helping Wyatt recover!”Tears stung my eyes. It scared me how much she'd changed. How unwilling she was to tell me the truth. “You've forgot the promise we made to each other. You've forgot that we practically don't hide anything from each other, Helly. How — ”“Don't make this hard for me, Lana. Please,” she choked b
Solana“Bye mommy,” Frank waved.“Bye sweetheart. Take care of yourself. Mommy and Uncle Wyatt will be home soon, okay?”Holding onto Frank's little wrist, I led him outside the hospital, Abel striding before us. Nico had brought the car out to the front as instructed, and the rain was falling mildly. Once we settled Frank and my crutches in the backseat, we climbed in. I comforted Frank on our way back home, which was about half an hour from the hospital. Although he tried to brighten up, believing that his mother would come home soon and Wyatt would be fine, it was evident that he was anxious and close to tears. Abel said a few words of comfort, his mind preoccupied. Perhaps grateful that Frank was with us, which prevented me from questioning him about what he must've found out.Once we got closer to the family house, I espied two cars parked outside on either sides of the road, close to the gate. Abel pulled up behind the first one — a sleek Maybach — and we all climbed out, me las
Solana“I don't know what to believe in anymore, Aunt Lana. What if he doesn't get better? What if the doctor tells Mummy he's gone to heaven?”How could I answer the question, when I wasn't sure of the outcome myself? When I was losing hope in everything? How could I answer the question well enough so he'll feel better? I hated the feud the more. Hated how it'd dragged this little boy, dragged this innocent soul into it's chaos.I stood up, suddenly feeling stripped, bare before his eyes. I glanced around, at the myriad of teddy bears and other toys, my eyes drawn to the old blue dreamcatcher on the wall, close to the clock. When we were seven, Father had bought one each for Helen and I, but I'd lost mine after a few months. Helen had always been more careful with her belongings than I was when we were young. Seeing it now brought back a whole lot of nostalgia. There were many other things; books, cards, games he'd gotten us. Our rooms had been so full of toys that we had to take som