Chapter 89: Chapter 89

Speechless, Michael drops me off at the airport as promised. He takes my bag from the trunk and heaves it onto the porter’s dolly. “You pack heavy,” he complains.

“My skates are in there.”

“That explains it.”

He pays the porter before offering me some of his money. I decline to wave it off, “Thanks for the lift.”

“Thanks for hearing me out,” he says walking away. The porter follows me. The ticket counters are busy, so I picked the shortest line, and waited patiently. “I’ll take the next flight out!”

The too ugly to be a flight attendant girl says, “Uh,” as she pops her gum and stares at her screen, "that would be Istanbul. They are already boarding, so we have to hurry.”

“Yeah, that won't work. What’s the flight after that?”

“Jamaica.”

“That is better. I’ll take one ticket please.”

“You have plenty of time to make that flight,” she smiles pleasantly at me.

“Thanks.”

I land at the Montego Bay airport, and I book myself into the Ritz (four-star resort) close to the airport and beach. I checked into a room a few floors from the top. My queen-sized bed has a ceiling fan swirling over it. The walls are painted a powder yellow, and the curtains are cream chiffon. It is crazy early in the morning so I take a shower and turn on the television until I can go for breakfast by the pool.

I text MICHAEL:

ISABELLA: Are you there?

MICHAEL: Always.

ISABELLA: If U need 2 get a hold of me FOR WORK-RELATED PURPOSES, leave messages with my mother.

MICHAEL: Where R U?

ISABELLA: Bye.

I turned off my phone and closed my eyes to the children playing in the pool and the sounds of water splashing. I returned to my room for a nap. I liked having nobody to answer to, this aspect of being single is a good one. I dine on my balcony when my phone chirps again!

MICHAEL: Let me C U.

ISABELLA: Stop

MICHAEL: Don’t be scared, I just want you to forgive me.

ISABELLA: Pestering me isn’t going to work. U.R. on probation MICHAEL: $$ talks, & I have loads.

ISABELLA: Sadly that’s all you have.

MICHAEL: Step onto U’r balcony.

I do what he says and scan the other balconies when I notice a figure of a man in the corner of my eye.

ISABELLA: Stalker!

MICHAEL: Unlock your door. Promise I won’t touch you.

Robotically, I waited for his knock. When I hear it, I leave the chain on and open the door a few inches, “How do I know you won’t hurt me if I let you in?”

“You don’t, but it’s a packed hotel, and if you were to scream, I’m sure someone will come.”

“Okay.” I close the door and slide the chain off before opening it to him. I placed my suitcase in-between the door and the doorjamb so that my voice will carry if I need help. He looks saddened when he sees what I have to do to ensure my safety, “I can’t believe it's come to this.”

“Neither do I, we were going to get married.”

“If you want me to leave or if I do something you don’t like, just tell me and I will go.”

“Okay.”

“Come here,” he pets a spot on the bed beside him. Timidly, I do.

The sliding door is open and the curtain is blowing in the breeze, Reggae music is playing in the background. I don’t know why I tell him but I do, “I’m pregnant Michael.”

“What? Pardon?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“By who?” He has the nerve to ask.

“Good question,” I say morosely.

“When did you find out?”

“A few days ago.”

“I’ll arrange for an amniocentesis, so we can determine the paternity. What will you do if it's mine?” he asked nervously.

“I haven’t got that far yet. More likely it’s Scott’s because during rape, the body doesn’t apparently act properly and people don’t usually get pregnant from the rape.”

“Do you think you’ll ever get past what I’ve done?”

“I’m trying. It's hurt my self-image, my trust in everyone, I have anxiety, nightmares.” I tried remaining calm, but panic is starting to set in, “Michael, I think you better go, I feel a panic attack coming on.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Just arrange for the test and leave some DNA on your way out.”

“Consider it done, will you tell me the results?”

“Sure, now go,” I beg.

He runs his hand through his hair yanking a few strands out for me. He places them on the desk and leaves my room the way I asked him to. I follow him to the door, locking it behind him. The Next Day. I lathered myself with suntan lotion and close my eyes to the morning sun. In my prone position, I sense a shadow over my eyes and warm lips descending on mine feverishly. It startles me. My eyes flutter open, and to my surprise, they were met by Scott’s. I place my arms around his neck and kiss him back just as passionately; I have a burning desire that is becoming unrestrained.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” He doesn’t answer, he simply keeps kissing me. His fingers slip beneath my bathing suit and are met with wet excitement for him.

“Let’s go to your room,” he says. He takes my hand in his and leads me upstairs. He lifts me onto the bed and then lays down on top of me.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he warns me. I wrap my legs around him tightly and pulled his body closer to mine. I’m not scared. I’m excited with desire, euphoric. A hand touches my shoulder and shakes it gently.

I open my eyes to find a woman standing over me, asking if she can take the chair next to me. I am so frustrated realizing it was just a dream, “Sure,” I say, reflecting on the fight I had with Scott before I left Owerri. As hard as I try, I can’t bear waiting to see if Scott is going to text or call me. I break down with a text:

ISABELLA: Missing U, Scott. I wait.

SCOTT: Turn around.

My heart is in my throat. He is here, really, really here. I pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. He is ripped like a bodybuilder with lotion highlighting his powerful, physique. He stands a few feet from me.

“When did you get here? How did you find me? Michael followed me here. He’s trying to get back with me, but I told him to leave.”

“Your mother told me you are staying here,” he said taking a chair on the other side of me.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I confess.” I miss you.” I wrap my arms around him and the scent of coconut oil overpowers me. “Have you forgiven me, are you still mad?”

“I need to know you’re okay. Where’s Michael?”

“I don’t know, I asked him to leave here.”

“Did you call him?”

“Mom told him where I was.”

Scott gets up and starts walking away from me.

“Where are you going?” I call out.

“To find out if he’s still here.” I get up and start chasing after him. He is walking quickly, but I manage to catch up. I stand next to him as he asks the front desk for Michael’s room. He hasn’t checked out yet, so I follow Scott up to his room. Scott pounds on his door and after a few seconds people in rooms down the hallway peek out to see what the disturbance is. When it seems like nothing is happening they all go back to their rooms. That’s when Michael opens the door.

Scott confronts Michael, “I’m going to claim her now,” he brags. I was rather surprised by his candor. “This time, you can stay in the next room and listen.”

Michael's eyes are dark and hateful. He punches Scott in the jaw with feral force. Scott pulls back to swing at Michael, but Michael blocks his efforts and counters with a jab to the stomach. Scott isn’t ready for it and buckles over, the wind knocked out of him. When he recovers, his fist contacts Michael’s chin, and this time, Michael staggers backward. Scott grabs my hand and pulls me to my room. His face is bleeding from Michael's attack. I know his heart must be racing from the fight. I grab a towel from the bathroom and pat his face dry, then I kiss where it looks like it hurts.

“I am here to claim you,” he says softly. “Since I boarded in Owerri, I’ve done nothing but fantasized about having sex on the beach with you," he confesses.

He grabs two towels from the bathroom and leads me out of the hotel. We walk holding hands to the beach until he finds a spot that satisfies him. He lays out the towels and motions for me to sit down before he removes his top. His chest is broad and beautiful. I sit beside him and he gently kisses me while pushing my upper body back so I’m lying flat. His kisses are small, yet slow and tender. I can tell that the blows to his face are causing a great deal of pain, but he kisses me anyway.

“I want you naked,” he says taking off my bathing suit and cloaking my body with his. His kisses become boldly arousing, intoxicating even as he fights the pain forcing his jaw wider. I cradled his face in my palms. His lips and tongue leave mine to tantalize my neck, getting that sensitive area right in the curve. I get goosebumps.

His fingers pinch my nipples hard, tugging at them, and causing me to cry out.

“I think you are ready ‘Kitten,’ pull off my shorts,” he whispers in my ear. I pull them off and free his throbbing member. He is ready for me. His upper body resembled that of a cobra, his muscles wide, then narrowing off at the waist. I touch the contours of his upper body and don’t stop until I get to the part that arouses me most.

He strokes my hair and says, “We can stop.”

I eagerly take him into my mouth, wanting to please him. I make wild circular motions with my tongue, licking the tip and bringing him deeper into my mouth repeatedly. I spend most of my time at the tip. I can feel him in the back of my throat. His husky groans encourage me to suck harder, faster, deeper. I’m throbbing for him.

“Your turn,” his fingers touch my sensitive skin that is already wet with arousal. He slides his fingers into me and then lets them slide down my leg, proving to me just how juicy wet I am for him. His tongue dances on my inner thigh and stops at my soft pink folds. He spreads me wide with his fingers and delves his tongue deep within me, until I’m pleading for him to take me, “Please!” I beg.

He stops everything and looks into my eyes. His body is dripping with sweat from the heat and friction of us, fully aroused. “I can’t hold back on you this time. I’ve waited too long,” he warns. Scott eased himself into me and my hips and pelvis raise to accommodate him. I shudder with his rhythmic thrusts; I can tell he is trying to hold back so he won’t hurt me. Each stroke was slightly harder and faster than the last.

The thrusting turns to a pounding sensation, his beastly body against mine, which is making me crazy with lust. I feel like I can’t contain myself any longer. I look into his eyes and break down in tears of compassion squeezing his forearms and alerting him that I’m out of control. My body shakes violently from my orgasm as he releases inside of me. Scott pulls up his pants and then helped me with my bathing suit. We get up and go hand in hand to the water where we stood, neck deep, kissing before we return to the resort for lunch.

“I want to be the last man you ever make love to.”

“You’re the only man I want to make love to,” I say pressing my lips to his. “Don’t worry about the baby, I’m sure it’s ours,” he says casually. “We'll raise it together.”

I stop dead in my tracks. “It could be Michael. If it is, I don’t even know if I want to keep it,” I admit.

I never thought I would be in a position similar to Lara’s. It’s still hard for me to believe I am. Can I love the baby if it’s Michaels? If it’s Scott’s, will he be staying with me just because it was the right thing to do?

“We made love Scott, but I still don’t know where my head is at. Michael’s arranging for an amniocentesis to determine paternity.”

“You asked HIM to arrange that?”

“He offered.”

“I don’t know if I can carry Michael’s baby and then there’s me and you, we’re so unstable. What if you leave me again? There’s no question, I want it to be yours if I keep it, that I do know.”

“We’ll find out, but no matter what, I know you’re going to keep the baby. You’ll do what’s right.” His eyes fill as his fingers slide into my panties, he begins kneading me with his fingers making me pant while he is kissing me. He brings me back to my room where he takes me again. This time he pumped me more vigorously, leaving me raw and sore.