Chapter 67: Chapter 67

Allesandro

"Why did you go drunk, Edith? And even in your dropping consciousness you were telling me you were cheated by someone. Did Shelton mistreat you? Did he touch you in a wrong way?" My voice goes louder losing its control on each passing word. "I read in the news that you are married to him. Is it true?" My heart was thumping against its rib cage fearing her answer. She looks at me puzzled with her eyes wide. "Answer me damn it." I shout on her face.

"Yes, I am married to him. Why does it bother you?" She yells. "Do not dare to raise your voice at me." I tell her in a low dangerous tone moving closer. She gulps and moves back in her chair. "You rejected me not once but twice and thus I married him."

"You married him to take revenge on me or you truly love him?" I couldn't stop but shade a picture of pensiveness in my voice, my throat suddenly feeling dry. Taking a glass of water from the dining table I gulped it into my throat like a thirsty crow. Please don't say that you love him.

She raises her head and looks into my eyes. "Yes, I married him to prove it to you that I have so many Romeos lined up and by giving you an offer to marry me, you are actually privileged." I pull my head back and shook to loud chortles, my hand reaches my stomach with the painful impact. "I hadn't seen a better plonker than you in my life Edith. To give me a flip off, you were about to destroy your own life." She bites her nails, her head reflecting to the porcelain plate in front of her. "I'm not a stupid. I did not allow him to touch me. He is a rogue." Even in my most angry state Edith has the power to bring placidity in my mind with her puerile coups. "Stop eating your fingers Sweet cakes." I tell her going calm. "What would have happened if you weren't able to escape the scoundrel?" I question her slightly agitated.

Her lips slowly twist downwards. Oh my...oh my that wasn't intended.... Before I could reach her the damage has already taken place. She lands to loud sobs. "Edith?" My voice goes to repentance and my steps went in a hurry to reach her. "I'm so sorry baby I have hurt you I just wanted to make you realize things." Guiding her to her feet I quickly pull her to my chest and help her legs around my waist. Carrying her to the bedroom I wait as usual for her melancholy to break out. "That's my place." She complains between her sobs and points to the crook of my neck. Raising my chin up, she dunks her crown in the hollow space. I chuckle at her cute way of demanding things from me.

Leaning to the head board with my legs spread and crossed at my ankles, I bring her closer to my chest. Her legs like always were around my waist. Slowly she starts revealing to me the information in bits. "He cheated upon me acting love, Sandro. The reality is his boss wanted me as one of his mistresses." Her hands went to my back and fisted my shirt in a death grip. I was seeing red with each passing word but struggle maintaining my calmness. I need to extract the complete data from her one way or the other. "After using me when he is satiated he would sell me away like a sex slave." She weeps into my chest divulging the information. My hands around her waist go stiff but I continue to maintain my silence listening to her eloquence because complaining after her innocence in a fury is not going to land me to a workable result. I need to protect her 24/7 like a baby. Wherever I am I need to keep an eye on her to safeguard her from this fecal world and that's clear to me now like a day.

"My father is his boss's enemy and he wants to discharge his animosity by using me as a weapon to reach my father, kill two birds with one stone?" My hands move on her back going top to bottom in a way to silence her soft whimpers. "Do you think that's going to happen?" I ask her tenderly pulling her head out from my neck. My voice goes quaking in anger but for her I can conceal my mard to the lullness of waves in an ocean.

She shook her head and continues to empty her repugnance. "He wanted to move me to those Arab countries where his Sheikh lives but you and my brother had raised hurdles for him in each of his steps. Getting me out of the country was out of question. Even taking me for shopping became difficult for him." I felt I had a victory of lifetime as I laugh hard pasting her head to my chest. "After trying all the methods to get me out of the country, Shelton was forced to accept his defeat.

Pressure from his boss began to inflate. Since then he began to rebuke our relationship. He would come home late in the night drunk and sometimes with a woman." My anger became incognizable as I fisted my hands tight till they ran out of blood. "I got vexed with his actions waiting for a reformation in him and one day questioned him making use of my last jolt of courage. Since then I was abused physically too. Every day he would come home drunk and hit me."

Bloody son of a bitch! My anger was indomitable. Wait till my hands reach you, Shelton Marshall because your death is designed in my hands.

"One day when he was out of limits on his drinks he tried to molest me and that's when I ran away from his house but I had no place to go. With my ingenuous placades my father lost his name in the society. I feared his anger. I betrayed your confidence upon me, so I knew the doors of your house were permanently closed. My brother's option was out of question. He would lash me to pieces. And that's when I met Rechel." My hands go rigid around her hearing the bitch's name. "She became my friend in no time. Both of us came to club and for some time I forgot my worries. I had no idea that she was using me." An evil smile accomplished on my features. She is never going to be out of bars before a decade for messing with my unsullied girl.

"You thought entirely wrong about your family Sweet cakes..." I wipe her tears away with the tips of my fingers. "Your dad would never disown you. He loves you so much. Your brother cares for you more than you can imagine but he doesn't show it. Not all men are alike. Some do not do open display of affection and your brother is one such example."

She suddenly stops listening and looks into my eyes. "What about you? Do you love me?" I gulp heavy and nod. "Yes I like you." She waits from me to hear more but I keep my lips sealed. The situation was slowly going out of my control and I don't want her to have hopes on our relationship. I'm entitled to only be her bodyguard, nothing more and nothing less and it is good to keep it that way in the interest of both our families.

"Do not worry I will see the end of that goat and his master." I tell her in an assurance and kiss her forehead. "Is that the only thing you need to tell me. You like me. And that's the end of our story because our parents consider us as a brother and sister? I know you adore me. Are you going to sacrifice your love to regard the interest of our families?"

"Yes" I look ahead and tell her stoical not meeting her eyes. She punches my forearm exploding to a cry and runs to the washroom locking her in it.

"Edith?" I knock on her door but she wouldn't respond. Stubborn much as always…. Running my hands on my tired countenance I pick my phone. "Hello Charles, Edith is safe. She is with me and I extracted all the information from her to take care of the rascal. Let's meet at my down south restaurant 'Sandrocks' in thirty minutes."

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Edith

The dream

The winter was severe in Newyork. It was the month of December raining heavily accompanied by thunders. The sky was black surrounded by dark clouds in the night. I was in Allesandro's house sitting in front of the bonfire rubbing my hands to one another to generate some heat. "Edith, here is your hot chocolate." Allesandro hands me my mug and squats beside me sipping his own drink.

I held the mug in both my hands taking small sips and enjoying the richness of hot chocolate. "Are you still feeling cold?" His voice was throaty and very masculine that held concern as he studies my face. Before I could reply he was on his feet again. He brings a blanket and gently covers us in it. The light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble.

He bent down, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly. "Edith I missed you so much." He whispers husky near my ear. His soft touches were sending wild tremors along my nerves accompanied by his pure male lemon and hue fragrance. He brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple and traced the line of her cheekbone evoking in me the sweet sensations I had never known.

His hands move up my back and over my arms pulling me closer swimming me to giddiness. "Edith, can I kiss you?" His hoarse tone held the lullness of the sea yet with a yearn of passion. I clear my throat and nod to him. He brings his hands gingerly to my back urging me closer. Our chests collide and I take a sharp shaky breath. He bent my head back across his arm and kissed me gently, carefully, softly on my lips.

I cling to him as the only solid thing resting in this dizzy swaying world. "Sandro I need you as much as you need me." I whisper throbbing in his hold pulling him towards me and then we kiss again. The fervid canoodle steals my breath away. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced. I knot my fist in his shirt and my fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.

He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled me, gathering me against him. When he finally kisses my mouth, everything goes oddly quiet, like the moment of silence between lightning and thunder. Every square inch of my body dissolves into his. "I love the way you fit in my arms." He mutters rasping between our kiss and with a swift gradation of intensity he was kissing me again harder, deeper. His insistent mouth parted my shaking lips, with a fervent need until I’ve had a taste to realize I’ll never have enough.

I get up looking around the room disoriented. It was evening time, the picturesque view of the sun setting in the sky in a beautiful orange ball was breathtaking. I wonder if the dream I just had could ever turn true.

Though he would love me to the end of the world he wouldn't ever confess it. Would we ever become one?