Two of Hearts

by Alexa Jackson

  Today, after the troubled time, but hot, we had in the file room, just makes me wonder how much I miss you. Daria goodbye to what I should call dignity, just for a few moments like that. For a single second his lips touched mine. His hand slid down my body, causing the electricity that I know so well; merge our bodies, pleasuring each other with intensity and passion.

  Damn it! I need sex. No, I need sex with Adam. I need the love that only he can give.

  How distressing want someone who you know you can not have. The pain is unbearable. Adam and I were not meant to be together, and I need to make my heart understand it soon.

  - Miss Walker?

  How to make a fool heart let reason rule our lives? I...

  - Penelope?

  I walk out of the trance I was steeped and stare at my boss. I feel my face burning. It is not the first time he gets me so dispersed.

  - Sir? - Move the folders on my desk. Not to demonstrate efficiency, but because I do not know where to stick his face.

  - I want you to provide some things for me - he says in a soft voice.

  I see that my brain kilometers away not affected as usual. He's so weird lately.

  - Something personal ... - Neil whispers, looking slips sideways.

  It is as if he feared being caught doing something wrong. What is logically absurd. It is not the first time I asked to resolve an issue "personal." Certainly, it is meeting with one of dozens of her friends.

  It also already is something that does not shock me.

  - I want to prepare my flat in Durant Plaza.

  I knew it. He has a wife involved in this.

  - I want the best champagne, a decent menu of the gods, and many roses ...

  My pen almost sticks the paper when he utters the last word.

  What? Roses?

  There were dresses, designer shoes, jewelry, but roses, ever. Not even the unbearable Mila, Evan sister, he seems to have an older relationship.

  - Roses? - I ask to be sure.

  - Yes, roses - he stares at me awkwardly - Do you love roses, is not it?

  My boss, controller and remote, are even asking if we like roses? As if asking advice to a friend?

  - Eh ... I like - I murmur - I think all like.

  He takes a deep breath. It seems relieved by my answer.

  - Red - he smiles like a child - means passion, right?

  Oh God! He is even asking the symbolism of roses. I do not know who the woman is messing with it that way, but at this moment I can not feel anything for her beyond envy.

  Aunt Lola would be very happy to know that his golden boy is maybe opening his heart.

  As he said all his demands, I realize that I feel great affection for him, too. I sincerely hope to be very happy.

  Someone needs to be happy. What is it, this mysterious woman and little Anne.

  ****

  I realized that something was wrong when I opened the door. I had not left the lamp on the kitchen, and there are noises coming from one of the rooms. Automatically, the fear came over me. Flashes of the first day of the year invade my head like shots of paparazzi cameras.

  Kick, despite my legs weigh a ton. Closing the door carefully and shooting toward the street.

  Ajo totally taken by instinct, and when I realize, as I am with the phone.

  - Penelope? - The sound of his voice seems so tense as I am.

  - There's someone in my house - whisper afraid someone listen to me. What seems ridiculous, since the attacker still inside.

  - Where are you? - He asks, this time controlled.

  - In front of my building - inform, looking toward my floor - I should not have called Adam. I ... I just do not know what to do. I call ...

  - Stay there, I'm going - he says before ending the connection.

  What? He got to be kidding. From his house to mine is a relatively long time for the man inside out and I turn just a statistic of urban violence. I will not stay on the street waiting to be a new victim.

  However, I do not want to get out of here and leave you to panic when they see me. But I can not let this crazy face anyone who has invaded my residence.

  Around the turn, but the message in the mailbox is the only thing I could. So I do what any normal person would do in a situation like this, and what I should have done from the beginning: I'll call the police.

  The clerk informs that the nearest car will take about fifteen minutes to arrive.

  Hell! One of the misfortune of living in a metropolis that is.

  I'm caught between fear and desire to run. I decide to wait on the go between two shops to ten meters of the building. Not that it's safe to stay there, but my apartment is not. Also, I can see Adam or the police when they arrive.

  Each minute passes with terrifying slowness. I am aware of every sense of my body. My hearing is able to detect any noise, especially the beating of my heart. My lips absorb the taste of fear as my hypersensitive skin bristling with light evening breeze.

  - Adam - whisper your name so I see him going to a fast walk.

  - Adam! - I put more power in my voice that he may hear me this time.

  His eyes look me in the dark, and I go out of my hiding place for him to see me.

  - Why are you here? - He asks before hugging me. - Alone.

  Perfume on his shirt and I can not keep sweet memories invade my mind.

  Is weird. A few hours ago, I would have given anything for that hug. Be careful what you wish for.

  - I did not think nowhere to go, and would not leave before you get - not because mask my emotions now. - But the police are coming.

  - Police? - It seems strained to pull away from his arms - Damn! Why did you call the police?

  I wanted to get back into his arms.

  - Because it was the right thing to do - I murmur, afflicted, when he holds my arm and trying to get me back. - And how did you get here so fast?

  - I said I was on the way ... - he replies - was nearby. Remember the house of my friend?

  Jealousy is the correct word to describe my reaction to what I said. It is something completely irrational when I have a crazy searching my house, but bite of jealousy is like me I feel.

  He was on his way to meet with the other!

  Damn time I had the bright idea to call him. I could have asked for help Max, for example.

  - And you think that will do what? - Walked in a hurry, and at every step, I feel that my distress is increasing. - Can not go there. You have no idea what's crazy in there. It's dangerous.

  - Why do you think there's anyone? - He stops and turns to face the other way, running away from me.

  - Because I saw! - I stress, nervous.

  I know that my emotions are altered due to tension, but I can swear I saw an amused twinkle in his eyes.

  - Saw? - The question has a tone of irony or am I imagining things? - Are you sure?

  - I heard - I fix now uncertain of what I witnessed. - Was anyone there.

  Okay, the last few days I've been scattered and distant with my thoughts, but I think I'm crazy enough to start inventing people.

  - Stay here. I'll take a look.

  - You got to be crazy - whisper afraid to attract unnecessary attention to us. - Adam!

  Ignoring my splurge, I see him up the stairs, not caring about the risks he is putting.

  - What's the problem? - Asks, at the same time I hear the siren approaching - called the police. What could happen?

  I see the following for entry. No sound can come out of my mouth, then I stand on the sidewalk with bated breath and praying that he did not do anything reckless.

  ****

  And were thirty-five minutes embarrassing, followed by another fifteen minutes I did not know where to stick my face. I had to explain to unfriendly police, the dreaded invader was nothing less than my cousin crazy while Adam heard my evil disguising laughter testimony. What made me even madder.

  - Miss, make sure if there is even danger the next time - the most grouchy cop sees me gruffly
before going to the exit - We lost our time, and one might need our help.

  - I'm sorry - apologize awkwardly. - I really regret.

  This is one of the moments you have will disappear.

  - She did what needed to be done - Adam stands next to me, holding my waist a protective way - That's your job, is not it?

  - Best Mind your girlfriend, sir. This should be your work - says the official, grumbling with your partner before crossing the door - These young people today ...

  Once they leave, I turn away from Adam, avoiding looking at him.

  - Excuse me. I did not want to ruin your night - take a deep breath. I'm a perfect idiot - I just got really scared. After what happened, it was the first person I thought of looking.

  Even with his eyes closed and his back to him, I can feel your body close to mine.

  - I'm here ... - I do not know if it's hoarse voice or your fingers slipping in my arms that cause me this shudder. The heat of his body burning my - I will always ...

  - Penny?

  Julienne back to the room, now properly dressed. When I got to the police, wearing only a robe that showed having just out of the shower.

  - Are you still mad at me?

  I avail myself of your break and go away from it. I only have the strength when I am away.

  - No, but we need to clarify a few things - I put my arm around her and look at Adam - I will not hold it anymore, you can go to your meeting.

  - Penelope ...

  - Thank you for coming - way to the door and keep it open.

  His gaze is angry toward me. I am so angry about it. In the last half hour, I had a strange supposed invading my home, two policemen making me feel stupid, but my only real concern is with Adam who will meet tonight. Is she beautiful and pleasant?

  Questions like these, pounding in my head, make me lose my mind. I hate to imagine what it will be another tonight.

  - All right, take care - your hand touches my face, and I see him leave.

  Despite being very angry with my cousin, I appreciate that she's here with me. It would be very difficult to spend another night alone, feeling sorry for myself.

  - You can hit me if you want - suggests her with a mischievous smile - Although I think you want to do it with someone else.

  - Believe me, this is not far from happening - sigh when passing the bolt on the door.

  - I thought I had turned the page - she mutters as we embraced into the kitchen.

  That's what I tell her when we spoke by phone.

  - Who overcomes a man like him?

  I have lied to Lola, Julienne, and even to me, trying to move on. But I'll never love me like that again.

  - Even though there are not many like him around - she mutters smiling - Destroyers hearts.

  - I would not say it if I knew Liam - smile back.

  It is more stripped, funny and loose, but I would say it is as lethal as his brother.

  - If it is as beautiful as ...

  For a brief moment, I think of Julienne and Liam as a couple.

  No. That would not work.

  - Stay away from him - I interrupt her with a steady gaze. - Now tell me, why come here?

  - I'm 21. It's time to take care of my life.

  - He ran away from home again, Julienne? - Inquire incredulously.

  Nothing like a family drama to make us forget our problems.

  - I would not say escape - she murmurs, her gaze slipping away of my - I am now an adult, remember? I just want to give a direction to my life. Can I stay here with you?

  It was the question that made my body cool, but my sixth sense indicated to me that it would bring me trouble.

  Chapter 6

  Adam

  January 1, 2013

  I need you to go there and investigate what aconteceu.- oriento Peter on the phone. If the bastard had left any clues, he will find out.

  You have to find out. I've had enough doses of insanity.

  -Return So I have some information. And, Adam?

  -Yes.

  - Do not do anything stupid.

  Were his last words before hanging up.

  Liam returns a few minutes later with my phone, as I had asked.

  With trembling hands, I go straight to the photo gallery. The same images that had taken my focus wheel, bring a new wave of despair in me.

  -That Shit can not be happening.

  Liam took the phone from my hands and barked when looking at the images.

  - Celeste?

  ****

  The question made me reflect for a moment. Peter monitored his departure from the country. Celeste is still in a clinic in England. There is no possibility that was it.

  I remember his words when I was with Liam unmask her.

  "I do not know anything, my dear. The ghosts always appear. You will not have peace for a long time."

  Maybe I should make a visit to it. Maybe I get the answer that Peter had failed. I'm willing to anything.

  I turn off the computer and leave my room with the possibility creating life in my head. So I tell Penelope everything that's going on, I will go to Heaven and force you in any way to tell everything she knows.

  I arrive at the restaurant, give the key to the valet and follow to my desk.

  When Neil called and invited me to dinner at the Supreme today, my first reaction was to decline. There is a stack of cases to study on my desk, which, incidentally, one of them involves the. Work is the only thing that has prevented me from seeking my Charmosa.

  However, today takes a lot to distract me. Even if Neil is just using me to see Miss Connor. I myself had walked to him to keep their relationship a discreet as possible, at least until you exit the divorce. I hope he has more success in staying with the woman he loves than me. I have committed so much to take Sophia of his life, and no major consequences for Neil and Anne. But the viper has not made my job easy. The woman does not give truce.

  So if Neil needs my help for their furtive meetings, I will. Something tells me I'll need to return soon.

  The presentation ends. As before, Jennifer is conveyed to our table, this time led by Amanda, an old acquaintance of mine and owner of the establishment.

  We talked briefly, and I suggest Amanda to get out of there. I do not know if she had not even noticed the interest of my friend in the young, or the fact that she is blind to disqualify for Neil. What a stupid, anyone can see that he's four.

  After Amanda give Jennifer a reprimand about the danger to give your address to strangers as the last time we were here, we follow towards the exit.

  Once you get the car, I flashes in my face.

  - What is it? - I ask to look at the man who turns away quickly to find my glower.

  - Paparazzi - Amanda answers, quickly getting into my car.

  Damn it! I hate the tabloids. Even when I went out with other women, keeping my life as private as possible. No customer trust a meddlesome lawyer playboy.

  My luck is that Penelope hates magazines like that, or would be in serious trouble. She is so jealous or more than me.

  - I thought we were going to a nightclub - asks Amanda to see me stop in front of his building.

  - I'm in love with someone else.

  I must be honest with her. I have to be honest with someone. I had encouraged his advances only to divert their focus from Neil and Jennifer, but would end the night with her in my bed.

  - Excuse me.

  I hear her sigh. I hope the complaints and lamentations, but they do not see.

  - And you are not with her now?

  - It's hard to explain - sigh, making myself the same question. Why am I not with her?

  - As every man, did you shit - she smiles actually laughed out loud - I'm sorry, but it is very reassuring to see boor fall rendered.

  - Is that what you think about me? - I ask, annoyed.

  - Admit it, it was never saint - she cleans eyes and stares at me - And all the pose of "I'll never love anyone." See now.

  I smile to see th
at she's right. Yes. I was a pretty motherfucker.

  - Unlike many men I knew, you were a very sweet boor. Well unlike some scoundrels I knew. You were honest with me. That's what every woman wants. Whether for a fuck of a night or a lifetime together - I feel his hand on my cheek - Take your wife and be happy. The world already has too many unfortunate people.

  Even having acted sincerely with her and all the women he slept, I always saw them as an object. It was mechanical. Sex was all that mattered. Today, looking at Amanda with other eyes, I see the incredible woman who is behind the young affected and futile appearance. Maybe she hide this shell to protect yourself, as I had done to take refuge in conquering image.

  - I can still take you to dance if you want. Without ulterior motives.

  - Honey, have had enough trouble tonight - she nods - Paparazzi, remember?

  Cum. I had forgotten Photographer bastard.

  - You know that newspaper or magazine is it?

  - With so many celebrities going there, I have no idea, but I can pass a list later.

  - I'd like that. Maybe I can buy the damn pictures.

  - Honey, we're in the digital age - she shakes her cell phone in front of me - At this point, already on the network. Once on the Internet ...

  On the internet forever, I conclude to see her leave.

  And I believe that my bad luck had abandoned me.

  Baguette!

  Chapter 7

  Penelope

  January 1, 2013.

  Some people say that bad news comes early. My arrived at 00h42.

  I tried to keep calm while Liam drove to the hospital where Adam was taken, but it was very difficult.

  Car accidents seemed to pursue me as a karma that sooner or later I would have to face.

  The Cory, my hitherto no "accident", and now Adam. I never believed much to luck or chance existed, but my life tends to tilt to one of them, and I think the latter really likes me.

  I asked earnestly to God, and gave me the gift to continue living, to do the same with the man I love. In return, I would do anything.