Two of Hearts

by Alexa Jackson

  The fear that we are together in each other's arms, is illusory, is as visible a pang through my chest, causing an almost agonizing pain.

  - It is the most perfect reality.

  I slip my fingers under her eyes, wiping the tears from her face traces.

  - Have you noticed that life is just perfect when we're together?

  - That's why I can not forget you?

  -. It is because we are destined to be together. In this and other lives.

  She looks at me, surprised. I may have been romantic or too intense, but at the moment I laid my eyes on it, I knew it would be.

  - I thought about it a few times. Who knows it really well.

  His forehead touches mine. In the quiet room, you can almost hear the synchronized beats of our hearts beating together alive. I know my beats at a much faster pace.

  - Adam?

  I open my eyes and find the sky.

  - Kiss Me.

  I touch your lips with my trembling fingers. They are soft and warm.

  'I need to tell you ...

  His fingers seal me.

  -Not now. Not today, just kiss me.

  I stand, look at it for a few seconds, keeping in my memory every detail of her beautiful face. Maybe tomorrow is too late. Maybe tomorrow I miss, but ... Today, today I have it with me. She is mine.

  - I'll do more than that - whisper on his lips.

  The way to the room is showered with kisses and caresses. I missed the way Penelope grabs my hair when it is excited. They are light tugs that reflect the urgency of finally being one.

  I put it on the floor and slip the robe over her shoulders. My eyes are party to see her naked body in front of me. My cock throbs as my veins, where my blood runs rampant.

  - I can not hold me - she mumbles, leaning on my chest.

  My conscience accuses Penelope is under the influence of wine he had drunk, and I'm taking advantage of it. But the part of me that loves you with all sincerity and intensity, rather I believe it to cause this effect. I need it like the air that keeps me alive. Against this, I would never be able to fight. Would deal with the consequences later, the next day. Now you must be drunk of your love.

  - Do not hold back - set her on the bed with some delicacy - Come with me. Stay with me.

  His laughter is my own soul levitate against it. I take off my clothes at an astounding rate. I look forward to see me buried inside her, possessing her, making my it should be, but also want this moment will last as much as I can and, above all, is special.

  I get on my knees on the floor, touch your leg, caress your feet, giving time or another small bites. Climb slowly, deposit a kiss on her knee bend and keep the inside of her thighs. Her moans are becoming higher and rhythmical.

  Something like a guttural sound comes out of my mouth. There is an urgency in me.

  Step my tongue around his groin and I see her convulse. Encouraged, I touch her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, making circular movements.

  - Adam ...

  I always freak out when she moans my name when we're making love, excites me even more. I insert a finger inside her as I watch her melt in my arms. Interweaving between my mouth and my hands, I'm taking her to a pleasure that is begging for more, and requires me a lot more control than I really have.

  At the peak, when we can no longer bear such pent-up passion, I pull away quickly in search of condoms. Place it with the same rush of a novice in the art of sex, then I take her lips in a deep kiss.

  Sometimes, no need to express our feelings in words. What we are doing, feeling and giving the other is the purest declaration of love. Bury me deep inside her. Her legs involve my waist. Every rush, I declare myself.

  - Oh ... - their uncontrolled grunting expel my self. My body and all explosive sensations it causes me guide me - Adam ... I ...

  - I know...

  Estoco again and again, taking, demanding, giving me begging.

  I love you.That's what our bodies screamed when we reached the summit of pleasure. Each giving a part of themselves to the other.

  No one is as entered. I'm giving her the best part of me. The part that love will always love, forever.

  ****

  According to the phone ringing sound on the floor. I slip quickly out of bed. I do not want to wake her, but can not resist rubbing my nose lightly on his neck before lifting.

  - Get out of that bed soon, I have good news.

  - Peter?

  - No, it's Prince Charles.

  I hear his mocking laughter on the other side and smile. I forget that when I'm happy, relaxed, and especially with her, I'm not the smartest man in the world.

  - Have you returned? How do you know I'm in bed?

  - Why am I out here waiting for you. And I leiloaria my dick on the internet if you are not in bed with her at that time. Now hurry up. I'm in a hurry and without eating for hours.

  - We can not talk later?

  Aliso hair soft and lightly touch your skin silky.

  - I did not interrupt something sacred sex as if it were not important.

  No, he would not. There are three important things in his life: sex, food and work, exactly in that order. Sometimes it fits friends at times.

  - It's ok. I am going.

  Since my clothes with the same euphoria of a condemned toward the gallows. Though the night was unforgettable, love did once. The fatigue and alcohol, besides me, the left exhausted. I did not care, even though my cock begging for her all night. It was enough for me to have it with me, his body warming mine.

  - Is that so? - A trembling voice makes me turn - Are you leaving?

  - I'm not going away.

  I touch her face and kiss her lips.

  - Peter is out there need to talk something urgent.

  - We also need to talk.

  - We'll talk. I will come back and explain everything.

  Kissing her with more passion this time, looking away any fear or distrust of his gaze.

  - Trust me.

  Rub the backs of the fingers on his cheek before leaving.

  I think good that Peter really has something important to tell me.

  ****

  I look at the documents and photos in my hands and try to make connection with the latest events around my life. Wade connect to what forced me to keep my distance Charmosa.

  - This proves that Wade ...

  - Come robbing the family for some time.

  Peter concluded, while delivering the last folder.

  - The ex-wife discovered when they were lovers, so he accepted the marriage blackmail. But her family is, say, maladjusted. Money was all they wanted. So he just had to risk a little more. A new office, business risk, a good way to launder money.

  - This investment company ...

  I point to the main customer of his wallet.

  - Phantom. And look at these pictures here.

  Peter selects some photos. A lush island with a beautiful house in the background. But what really impressed me was the name inscribed on the white yacht moored on the beach.

  Lady Penelope.

  - What the fuck !?

  Derrubo photos as if burned me.

  - Wade seems pretty keen to have her back, as you've noticed.

  - This only proves that he is behind the latest threats.

  - I can not think of anyone else - says Peter, hunching his shoulders. - But I do not know...

  - He was at the party. It was he who stole the phone and sent a message to me.

  At the same time I feel relief to see that this insanity will end a great rage will be spreading through my body.

  - Let's go to him. I'll kill that bastard.

  - Not to tell her first?

  Peter indicates the building with his finger.

  "I need to resolve something urgent. I'll be back before you can realize that I left. "

  Sending the message before facing him again

  - After eliminating this worm. We'll have all the time in the world.

>   While Peter directs, I force myself to think of everything that Maxwell had done. It is the fuel I need to keep the power running load on me.

  We entered the condo without the slightest problem. Peter always claims that there is magic in his work, but I do not see it that way. Ten minutes later, I have a big dog being held by him and my forearm in Maxwell's throat while encurralo against the wall.

  - Even he believed that never would discover what you did?

  - I do not know what they are talking about - Wade stutters, and I give a knee into his balls, making him bend and groan.

  - Damn, you bastard. I'll sue you. I'll get every cent you have.

  I am ready to strike again when Peter pushes me away.

  - You curse like a little girl - it tells Wade - And you hit like a maiden.

  Before I can rebut what he said, I see him deliver a powerful punch in Maxwell and throw to the other side of the room.

  He drags the ground like a snake that is, staining the white carpet with blood roja your nose.

  - You know what I do? - In two seconds I'm on him, dragging him by the hair. - I will shred your body and give that dog enraged in the room eating. No one will know we were here. What do you think of using your insane games?

  All anger, frustration and distress caused by it in recent months is converted into scams that desfiro it.

  Because he abandoned Penelope at the altar. From what made her house. On that night in the cemetery. Like a coward, he denies every accusation, which makes me have even more anger. There is a lion in me, thirsting for blood and revenge.

  - Enough!

  Peter keeps me and corners Maxwell against the couch.

  - We did not come to take matters into our hands, we came to give a message.

  Maxwell shrinks more when the big man seems to grow even more about it.

  - You are finished - he mutters.

  - He thought he was going to threaten, injure and blackmail my friends and let someone like me still.

  Something Peter would have caused discomfort to me if we were not friends. I am driven by rage, but Peter has something much more menacing in his eyes

  - I'll tell you what will do, Maxwell ...

  The tone he uses is passive but very powerful.

  - You will crawl across the apartment, crying until the evening. You will make your suitcase, pick a plane that will take you to that island that just bought, and never put your filthy feet in this city.

  When Peter threatens to strike another blow in his face, he starts to cry and shamefully, I see him wetting his pants. I would have laughed at how he is cowardly, if my anger for all that he did was not stronger than me.

  - You have more dirt there than in filthy New York sewers.

  Watch Peter take the lower envelope of his leather jacket and playing on it.

  - If you even imagine going back to this country, will go straight to jail, that is your place. Here's proof that will give you a few years in prison.

  Being the case a robbery against his family, it was up to the parents to sue you or not. They could turn a blind eye, as I imagine it certainly will.

  With a look, Peter tells me the head for the door.

  - We're going away? Letting him run away and live on a beautiful island?

  - What do you want? To shoot on his forehead? Sorry, the food chain is not pleasant, and also has no women.

  - Peter!

  He uses humor, but I know that is so out of it as I am.

  - The man is already over. I sent a copy to his father. In addition, this island can be as difficult as any prison. Away from home, friends with the father despising. It's all over for him.

  - One minute.

  I return to the room, and Maxwell flies to the window when he sees me.

  - Delete the name that yacht or sink with you inside. You know, Maxwell, I'd love to see you in jail, rotting, but it is gratifying to know that be alone on that island, wondering how Penelope and I are happy. This is the best revenge I could have.

  - You can not believe, Crigton, but I really love.

  For a second, I see the truth in his eyes. But that does not matter. No one will ever love her like me.

  - The difference between us, Wade, is that I never put my happiness above her.

  Way to the exit, feeling absurdly calm this time.

  - You give me assurances that he will never again approach us?

  - All.

  It covers the arm with the shirt, but I notice the bloodstain.

  - Everything is fine with you?

  - That damn dog bit me.

  - Need to go to the doctor.

  - It is not alright.

  - Peter!

  - Okay, I'll leave you at home and I will.

  - No! I'll leave you in the hospital and then I will look for Penelope.

  - I will not play in my car.

  - Seriously this? With the amount of blood coming out of you, you will not live to have a car.

  - Shit!

  I smile of his indignation. As soon as I leave the hospital, my mood is very different. It had reached the most difficult and complicated time.

  Tell her everything.

  Chapter 11

  Penelope

  Have looked at the door, I think twenty times. I do not know which feeling dominates me more: miss that bastard, disappointment, or anger because Adam was away again, with no explanation.

  I can remember a few things from the night before. Dinner with Max? Briefly. How I felt uncomfortable with his presence? Much. And the fire alarm and had drunk a lot.

  Then when I woke up, I did not know it was a dream or reality. It seemed very real to me that Adam had appeared and made love like that, in such an intense and passionate way.

  The weight of reality hit me when I felt his hand on my hair, the touch of his lips on my neck awakening me, hand on my skin bringing indescribable sensations. It was not a dream like all the others who had often. He was here and would love to again. But the phone rang and he left, leaving me excited and frustrated at the same time.

  What happened to the man who believed know? I would've been so desperate and in need of love I imagined a man who never existed?

  I know this destructive relationship has to end. I just need to keep that anger inside me as long as possible. Resist the charm and the strong attraction it has on me and forget all the special and amazing moments we had. It can not be that hard.

  And if all else fails, I can go and start over. I liked the Texas, the calm of the farm and to have my family around. Maybe this is really what I need to forget it.

  But then, why this possibility because such a sharp pain in my heart?

  ****

  I spent all morning unfocused, angry, grumpy, and being a very difficult person to live with. I would say that a female copy of my head on his worst days. And look, I'm not so not in my fertile period. The problem is that Adam is my own PMS, causing terrible pain.

  Of course I was sorry myself for being rude to the boy correspondence, having quarreled with a marketing assistant and was gruff with Aline for her to be laughing on the phone when you have so much work to do. She is inattentive, sometimes; in fact, many times, but mostly fulfilled their role as well. As she had gotten the job at DET, I have no idea.

  What made you stay can only have been the thick of Charlote and down views that I know Neil has, because she was an orphan and had no one in the city, besides the brother. But this needs to change. If I leave the company, I do not believe that my replacement will be so condescending to her.

  I go to the file room, trying to find a contract that had asked Aline before she left for lunch, and it was two hours ago.

  - Can not it be that complicated.

  Slam the drawer so against folder. Someone needs to find a way into it.

  - Did you know that is cute when you're angry?

  My body tenses to hear your voice.

  Be strong! Remember all that he has done.

  - What do you want here, Dr.
Crighton?

  - Dr. Crighton?

  Adam seems to have felt the coldness contained in my voice and eyes as the smile on his face was drained immediately.

  - I said I would.

  - Well, that's not my home.

  Secure the folder as if it were a shield. Way to the door, and it is impossible to prevent our bodies touch. I feel the masculine scent and smell of aftershave invading my senses. A slight tremor invades me.

  Be strongI repeat mentally.

  - Why are you so skittish? I said I would return as soon as he could.

  He to me along the way, and I have to look at him. Her brown eyes, fixed on mine, changing my heart beat. My breath will now be accelerated.

  - So what should I do? - I pull my arm and I will walk. - - Waiting patiently at home until you are available for a new shag in the morning, or whatever whenever he wanted?

  - Penelope!

  - Let me go!

  I am not going to cry. I will not play the fragile little girl broken heart. Not for him, not now. Never.

  - Penelope?

  Aline returns, and do not know if I feel upset by interrupting or grateful. Obviously, I could not stand all that my safety for so long.

  - It's all right?

  - Yes, it is. Mr. Crighton came to Neil, but he warned that he is not.

  I turn to Adam, hoping that he understands my will that he go away.

  - I'll let you were here, Lord.

  - I will not go without talk.

  His voice is low, soft, but the determination in his eyes tells me that I will not get rid of him so soon.

  - Penelope, you want help? - Insists Aline.

  - Mind your own business, nosy!

  The look that Adam sees makes her stand back a little. His eyes on me also make me feel trapped.

  - And you will hear me now!

  Even if I wanted to protest, could not. His hands are like handcuffs on my skin. He had never been aggressive to me, but something tells me that the anger you feel makes it very close to it.

  Allow him to drag me to the Neil room. I see him lock the door, nullifying any possibility of escape.

  - Why did you seek me? And as I entered my home?

  Somehow, I believe that attack is the best defense. While I feel angry, the probability that I rent to its charms is less. The truth is that I'm tired of feeling weak and stupid, especially suffering.