Two of Hearts

by Alexa Jackson

Once he leaves, Julienne drag for less noisy corner, near the stairs leading to the upper floor.

  - Adam wants to talk to me - warning, waiting for the animated cries, which really came. - You can distract the Maxwell for me?

  - Because? - She rolls her eyes - There's nothing to him and to no explanation. Indeed, this would be a great opportunity for payback.

  - Julienne?

  I already feel guilty enough to admit that I used to reach Adam. Revenge never crossed my mind, not before, not now.

  - We are friends, I told you. All make mistakes sometimes.

  - I give up - she pushes me and smiling way among people toward the stairs. - Go soon find your man.

  As soon as I reach the top, Estaco. There are six doors in front of me. Three on each side along the corridor.

  A couple walks past me kissing. Following to the room that Adam had reported.

  Take a deep breath before opening the door. This is the last chance we have to understand us, and I wish desperately that happen.

  I enter the room at twilight and try to adjust my eyes to the lack of clarity. The half-open window, I envision a round moon that illuminates the poster. Path to her and sit.

  While I wait, Adam remembrances and I in the bathroom invade me. And I try to understand the effect that this man has on me.

  I should have more self-esteem, control over myself, and do not shake like jelly when he touches me.

  I will ignore the wishes of my traitorous body and silence the voice of my stupid heart.

  I hear all that Adam has to say and come out even stronger than I entered.

  I can do this.

  Forty minutes later, I walk down the stairs, furious.

  - For your face, the conversation was not very good - says Julienne, so I join her and two boys at his side.

  Apparently, it is not having the same difficulty that many young people here: win male attention.

  - I had a conversation - I take that a waiter is going through and picked up one of the cups with a kind of colored drink - Since he did not appear.

  - You're telling me he gave you a cake?

  Turn the glass and drink it all in one gulp. The drink is sweet, but no less powerful. Quickly, he begins to have an effect on me.

  - With whipped cream and a huge cherry - I talk while glass of change - Where is Maxwell?

  She pulls me aside and stares at me with a scowl.

  - I will not let you cry your sorrows with him.

  - That's the problem, Julienne - mumble weakly - I'm tired of crying.

  There was not a single moment that circled the room and my hands were empty.

  - Looking for someone? - Aline comes in front of me - I saw him go out for an hour with his girlfriend.

  My first reaction is to want to play my empty glass in her face.

  - I do not fault that Adam never gave a chance to you - take a deep breath before continuing - I had no idea who he was when I met him. I know I should have told you before, I'm not the traitorous bitch you probably think. But I'm tired of his insinuations. So to play their venom on me, when you know it will hurt me.

  If there is any good part about getting drunk, it is that alcohol gives courage to say what you often afraid.

  I turned away from her, fearing that I do something that I might regret later.

  Way shambling way, trying to avoid bumping into people.

  The music, the bustle and the fug beginning to have its effect on me.

  Adam.

  Escoro the nearest wall while I try to orient myself.

  I need to find Julienne.

  Suddenly everything around me begins to turn.

  - Penelope?

  I recognize the voice, but the bright lights keep me look on his face.

  My world back to turn when I feel someone propping me before collapsing.

  Chapter 8

  Adam

  "Keep calm and do not do anything stupid."

  That's what Peter said as soon as I got home. When he suggested I give a party so I could talk to Penelope without a razor in our necks, I figured it would be a meeting between friends, in his apartment, and not in a big house with dozens of people.

  Even though he put cameras on all sides and ensured that everything was under control, I could not stay quiet.

  And I was even more annoyed when I saw her dancing with that Maxwell bastard.

  I had no alternative, and take it from there. My intention was to take her to the bathroom and tell the whole truth at once. And everything else is fucked! However, all it took was two minutes with Penelope for all the rage and jealousy that I felt to turn into an uncontrollable desire. Both my reason and my control was direct to hell. And the longing that my body felt he spoke louder.

  I still feel the taste of your mouth on mine and the smell of his body soaked into my skin. Only those memories are enough to make me hard and horny. And long repressed desire in me.

  Control yourself! I order myself.

  I need to control myself and tell her the truth before everything. The major impasse is that I do not know how strong I can be when I'm with her. If Aline had not arrived and stopped us, certainly I would have possessed in the bathroom. I know that Penelope needs it as much as me. Now we could be in that bed, planning how would follow on before we dive into the passion again.

  I feel my cock contract when the image of both of us naked flashes before my eyes.

  Calm down!

  I rub my pants, thinking that her hands are touching me there.

  I need to fuck. Not a fodinha in search of an orgasm any but a fucking good sex that causes such intense pleasure to the point of leaving you immobile.

  I'm tired of playing five against one, seeing it through the video cameras. Penelope bathing ... Yes, I was a son of a bitch pervert and asked to install cameras there as well. It is a torture to watch her changing clothes, and completely insane to me watching her masturbating and moaning my name when it comes to orgasm alone in bed where so often made love.

  I need her.

  The woman is in my blood, as if it were a part of my DNA.

  I start walking around the room, trying to think of other things. Why had I given 15 minutes to meet me? I should have it dragged up here and finally have a frank conversation, which would certainly lead us to bed.

  Damn it.

  I also need to stop thinking all the time about sex and bed. Well, I have chosen a dark room for this dialogue does not seem to have been a very clever idea.

  The phone vibrates in my pocket. Having to ignore, I do not want anything diverting my attention from Penelope. Whenever we need to hit us, something happens, disrupting everything.

  But it could be Peter with some new information, then even upset, I decide to check the message.

  "I do not want to talk here. Come find me at that address. I'm waiting."

  It is not the message I read that leaves me stunned, but the attachment to the message address.

  - What the fuck are you doing? - Inquire, completely confused.

  Why Penelope just chose this place to talk to me?

  I'll call her and get frustrated to hear the voice message in the mailbox.

  Impatient, down the stairs, bumping into some people.

  - You will? - Amanda intercepts me as soon as I reach the hall.

  - Yeah, I got a last-minute compromise.

  - I am also going.

  We left together, but followed in different cars. Because of the damn photos, I prefer to avoid more problems, I have too much reason to be mad at me Penelope.

  I run faster than is allowed. I know the way like the back of my hand. there have been many times.

  I park and follow towards the gate. Since I said goodbye to Cecilia, when I took my feelings for Charming, do not come to the cemetery.

  I had broken this cycle. So why Penelope chose this place to talk?

  Perhaps even believe that my ex-girlfriend is the obstacle between us. What does not make sense. Not after I told him about
Celeste and my real feelings for Cecilia.

  Unless she were here against their will.

  Panic overwhelms me. I feel the bitter taste of fear in my mouth, and my trembling hands, I'll call to Penelope.

  Again, I hear your voice message in the mailbox, so I run. All my senses seem sharper. I hear the crickets in their nightly symphony. I smell peculiar flowers in cemeteries. And while my heart beats rampant in my chest, I do a silent prayer.

  Please God!

  - Peter, I need you to come right away - it does not ask questions. Step the address of where I am and beg for him to not take.

  I will race again eagerly. When I reach the tomb for so many years I visited, my knees give way and I fall on the sandy ground.

  - No!

  The anguished cry that escapes my lips causes the birds in the trees alcem flight in the dark night.

  Touch the marble plate, which was glued on top of the old.

  Penelope Walker

  + 1988-2013 +

  Roars strangled out of my throat. The tears burning down my face as if from inside me, there was a storm of pain and anguish.

  I stare at the half-open grave. The brown and degastados coffin for years challenges me to face him. I do not have the strength. I have no strength even to have some reaction.

  - No!

  A two hours, do not know how long I spent prostrate, lethargic, lost in this sphere of despair, to feel the touch on my shoulders.

  - Adam?

  Just notice that Peter is with me on the floor when I receive his embrace and his voice saying that all is well.

  - Hey, she's safe - he murmurs, forcing me to return to reason - I was at the party when I left there, stay calm.

  Again I cry not caring what I look weak and pathetic. Despair is replaced by relief to know that she's okay.

  But the macabre scene that witness still makes my body shake. Knowing that I could have faced me with her body, lifeless, and found his name on the tombstone, let me fall.

  - It was too far.

  Peter roars to top up. The sound of Tombstone cover back into place, after kicking it cuts the silence of the night.

  - I received a message from Penelope to find her here ... - inform to meet his gaze upset.

  - Waiting! A message it? Are you sure?

  I set my phone to him and wait while it scans.

  - Have you noticed that the unfortunate have direct access to it? First the apartment, now this ...

  - Where do you want to go? - The last-minute tension-filled stole my ability to think rationally.

  - Who planned this was at the party.

  Using a handkerchief, he starts the tomb plate, rolls and guard in his jacket pocket.

  - Also picked up her phone.

  - Cum!

  Stand to look at him closely.

  - Penelope should have gone after me. Are you sure she's okay?

  - One second.

  Peter picks up your phone and call someone.

  - Toddy? How did this happen? Okay, keep an eye on them.

  I did not like the look he gave me to end the call.

  - Peter?

  - She's fine - he looks away. - Wade's with her.

  Suddenly, it's like I fit all the pieces of this puzzle.

  - Maxwell's behind all this - warning, distressed - it was the New Year, and it was he who drew me here.

  - Do you think he wants her back?

  - I will not allow it. Why we did not suspect it?

  In recent months, desperately seek to who would want revenge against me. Even I wondered again seek Celeste to know if, somehow, she continued acting.

  Wade never seemed a threat, after all, it was he who had screwed with their marriage. And when Penelope told me that he had repented, I found natural that the idiot realize the burrada did. But it never crossed my mind that was obsessed to the point of doing anything to have her back.

  - Where are they now?

  - He took home.

  Now I remember Julienne. Breathe relieved, because I know that she would never let the press unprotected.

  - I want his address.

  I demand, feeling the anger back to take care of me.

  - Can you act rationally once in life, Adam? We need proof before confronting him.

  - Reason has nothing to do with it!

  - You want him to hurt her? - Peter looks at me with determination - That's why I let her go months ago. It was to protect her which remained far?

  While the beast inside me was about to lose control, I know Peter is right. Wade, it proved to be capable of anything. I can bear anything but someone to do harm to her. This is, and has always been my biggest fear.

  - How much time you need? - Inquire, haggard.

  - I have no idea. Weeks, months, I do not know! - Peter shrugs - I would very much like to help, Adam. Wade can be as dangerous as Celeste. What happened today has exceeded even the foolishness of it. And we are working with possibilities. Something does not suit me.

  - Who else would want to take Penelope me? - Inquire, upset.

  I'm going deeper. Do you have an interesting list of those who might hate you. He has taken his career brilliantly, but left many people unhappy.

  - Why did not I become a doctor like my parents expected? I do not see Liam through something like this.

  - I repeat: I do not want this kind of problem in my life - he mutters, shaking my shoulder - but as falling in love is not a matter of choice, you have to stay calm.

  - Calm? How long do you think it will take? I fuck every day with her head ?! And if it ever have an end? If I get stuck with this blackmail forever? If the only purpose is drive me mad? I guarantee that I'm very close to it.

  - Adam, even if you look like a jerk, she loves you. I'm with you on that and go to the end. I would like to solve all like magic, but some things only work on the TV series. They are always one step ahead.

  Path toward our cars. I look at the place that had been my hell for six years. In no way I would go through it again.

  I arrive at the apartment, and the first thing I do is go to the video room. Of course, watching Wade coming up with Penelope in her arms gave me very angry, and two chairs have suffered the consequences of my frustration. But what angered me was knowing that I was responsible for it have been inconsequential tonight, and that is not with Wade and mounts that away from me. It's me. Peter is right; They are always one step ahead, and I seem to play well this game.

  And that feeling of helplessness that leads me to her. I needed to touch her. Be sure she was all right.

  This was the first time I went beyond the cameras. My conscience accuses how it's wrong, but I had already broken all the rules. I had exceeded the limit. And even knowing that sooner or later bring me consequences still did not care.

  - I will not let anyone do harm to you - turn away a lock of hair on his forehead and deposit a kiss - I promise.

  ****

  As soon as the judge announced the sentence, I go out of the court. I leave greetings and pats on the back to Savannah, which was largely responsible for having won one more case. This has been happening frequently.

  As much as I dedicate myself to work and use it as a crutch, maintain concentration at times is a demanding task.

  I take a deep breath when I go out of the building and a cold breath touches my skin. It reminds me of Penelope, and how she likes to days like this. The many excuses she invented just to get out to walk. How I hugged her and she leaned her head on my shoulder as we talked about unimportant things.

  Today, I see that every minute was important and unique.

  The phone rings, taking me those memories.

  - Dr. Crighton?

  My pulse quickens and my body reacts to the sound of your voice.

  - Penelope ...

  - Mr. Durant needs to talk to you - hear your firm and distant voice. - I think it's urgent.

  We have not talked since the damn party. Not that I was not trying, but she had erected a wall aroun
d it, that every day is higher. I do not want to force the situation. Not while my hands are still tied. So I content myself with some nocturnal visits. It's closer to her than I can. Luckily, Julienne returned to Texas. I would at least explain my embarrassing trips to the apartment, and it certainly would not keep secret.

  I have a vague awareness that I am acting like a lunatic. But I need this ritual whenever nostalgia is too strong to control.

  - Adam!

  - Neil? - Inquire worried.

  Ignoring the disappointment in not continue to hear her voice, focus on voice distressed that he shows.

  - Give one way in Sophia - hear in his rapid breathing that he is really mad - or I swear I'll kill her.

  - What happened?

  Unlike him, I prefer to keep quiet. Nothing Sophia do surprises me.

  While he briefly recounts what happened, I retifico what I thought about Sophia. The Viper is capable of anything, including attacking a blind and harmless young as Jennifer.

  I try to calm him somehow, although I understand exactly what he's going through. We are like primates defending the woman we love.

  - I'm going up there, and you right tell me what happened.

  - Paige is here. It can pass all the information you need - after a brief pause, I hear his anguished voice - I need to talk to Jennifer and to know how it is.

  - Hang on! Who is Paige?

  - The best friend of Jennifer - he mutters in a hurry - I can not explain now. She waits in the company.

  - It's all right. I will ask for a Sophia protection order.

  - Thank you.

  He hangs up. I signaled to the taxi, and before entering, I'll call my office and talk to Seth to start the process.

  - Okay, Seth.

  Tapo the mouthpiece of the phone and give the address of the driver DET.

  - Soon I will give more information, see you later.

  Once you leave the elevator, the adrenaline already runs rampant through my veins.

  I will see her.

  I had to go to Dubai for a few days to solve some problems caused by protesters then my first encounter with Penelope, not through the lens of security cameras, will be today, after a while I considered endless.

  direct follow for Neil room. I see it in front of the window. Each strained muscle in his body shows that you felt my presence, but prefers to ignore me.