"Lis, you're so beautiful." He would confess something to her. "Ever since I laid eyes on you I had my guard up. I was instantly attracted to you, but you were with my friend, Rhy. I've tried my best to put you out of my mind. But you're like a hot fire brand in my brain. Lissa, I can't stop thinking about you ..."
He held her as she cried. Jordan could feel her trembling. He put her away from him and took off his shirt, then reached for her and removed her blouse. She didn't object. He knew what her dad said before he left, but right now she needed a distraction.
He lay on the bed and pulled her on top of him. He embraced her, rubbing his hands on her back and arms. "You're so delicate," Jordan crooned. Lissa groaned. Jordan caressed her, squeezing her torso. He wanted to remove her bra so he could feel her bare flesh, but wasn't sure what she would think. He reached up and kissed her forehead.
He moved his hands up to the round curves of her buttocks and squeezed gently. "Hmm ... Lissa, baby," he groaned. Touching her was making him hot. He could feel his body responding to her. "God knows I want to explore every curve I saw yesterday." Lissa groaned softly.
He circled his arms around her shoulders and squeezed. Lissa sighed. His hands felt so good on her body. He moved his hands back down to caress her bottom, squeezing and rubbing in a slow, sensual way. She felt her loins respond--she was getting wet for him.
"Ohh ... Jordan," she said breathlessly, "I love how you touch me ... hmm."
She sat up and looked down at him. Her hands brushed against his chest. His powerful frame made her swoon. She looked at his muscular chest. There was a tattoo which said 'Prince of Peace' on his right pectoral muscle. With her fingers she traced the curly lines of each letter. Jordan watched as she lightly ran her fingers across his skin. He observed her curiousity and smiled at her.
He took the hand that was exploring his tattoos, that was also sending delightful thrills up his spine, and brought it to his lips. He kissed it. He opened the palm and kissed it, then nipped the padded flesh. She closed her eyes as his gentleness overwhelmed her.
Reaching down, Jordan squeezed her buttocks, kneading them slowly. Lissa moaned. She straddled him and began grinding on him, moving her hips in a circular motion. Jordan gripped her more firmly and sat up. He made her wrap her legs around his waist and began squeezing fervently.
He stared into her eyes. His smokey, green eyes were looking at her with a passion so deep, Lissa was lost in his gaze as she stared at him. He was biting his bottom lip. She arched her back, grinding on him, while moaning his name. She could feel that he was aroused. Jordan buried his face in her bosom and sucked on her cleavage.
***
24 Hours Earlier
Thursday Night
Desperation and anger burned an urgency in Jordan that caused him to aggressively ram himself into the door until it finally splintered at the hinge, and he knocked it down. When he busted into the room, he saw Marcus's startled face which became contorted with rage. "What are you doing in here?! Get out!" Marcus shouted. Jordan looked at Lissa in the bathtub, the water up to her shoulders. He also realized she was naked.
Quickly, he grabbed her towel from the rack. "Take her out of the water or I will," Jordan demanded. He tried to avert his gaze, but he was drawn to the curves of her breasts. Though the view of her physique was somewhat distorted by the water around her, he could see that she was very beautiful. He steeled his resolve and pushed his desire for her out of his mind.
"You have a minute to decide," he said to Marcus.
"I'm trying to help her you fool!" Marcus said angrily. "She took those pills. They are antidepressants. I'm using the cold water to shock her awake."
Jordan paused then stalked forward. Marcus moved to block him. "Okay ... okay I will take her out. I don't want you touching her," Marcus replied, his eyes showing his indignance.
Rigidly, Marcus moved towards his daughter and tried to lift her, but her weight was too much for him and he slipped. He grabbed the rim of the tub to break his fall. Lissa's body sank back into the tub and water overflowed wetting the bathroom floor and mats. She groaned. He tried again, spreading his legs wider to steady himself, but failed to properly lift her.
He looked over at Jordan. "Look in her closet and see if you see a pink bathrobe. Get it for me," he said. Jordan complied, his eyes boring into Marcus as a warning. When he brought it back, Marcus attempted again to lift her but failed. "I can help," Jordan said quietly.
"I don't know what the problem is I used to be able to do this," Marcus said perplexed. He was speaking more to himself than to Jordan. Frustration growing inside him, Jordan impatiently came forward to lift her. Marcus was about to push him away when Lissa opened her eyes and stared at both of them.
She looked down at herself and panic materialized on her face. She tried to get up but was too weak. She was scrambling to get up, but slid down into the smooth, wet surface. Water splashed up into her eyes and mouth as she struggled.
Jordan cursed. He shoved Marcus aside and took off his shirt, throwing it on the laundry basket. "If I get fired for this so be it, but this is enough now!" he said. He looked at Lissa while bending forward. "Lis, can you sit upright in the tub?"
Lissa nodded. Her eyes wide with fear. He touched her face. "It's okay. I'm gonna get you out of this but you have to help me, okay?" She nodded.
"Try to sit up," Jordan instructed. Lissa managed to do as he asked. "I'm gonna try to lift you up by putting my arms around her waist, okay? When I lift you push up with your feet."
Lissa said, "Okay." Her eyes were watering. Jordan's lips were pursed in anger. Behind him he heard footsteps retreating, he didn't care where Marcus went. Jordan kept his eyes on Lissa's face and said, "Okay, baby, after two... one ... two." He leaned over the tub and wrapped his arms around her upper body. "Push up Lissa." Lissa shifted and awkwardly pushed up to meet him. She managed to lift herself a little. Jordan squeezed her tightly and lifted her to her feet. Her legs were weak, but he kept her upright.
He looked at her. Every beautiful, soft curve covered in smooth, brown skin was tantalizing. Jordan's hands snaked down to her hips as he lifted his eyes to stare at her face. "You're beautiful," he told her. He could feel her body trembling. He caressed her hips, his hands gently cupping the soft flesh. He grunted. Lissa's lips opened to release a soft breath. "Hmm ..." he said. "I gotta get you out of here."
Jordan lifted her out of the tub, brought her into the bedroom. He placed her by the night table. "Lean on this Lis," he said. He hurriedly went into the bathroom to retrieve her towel. He brought it to her and began carefully drying her face, neck and shoulders. He pulled her into him and dried her back. Soft, warm skin of her round breasts brushed on his chest. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying not to groan. "Lissa, I ... I can't go further. If I do I'll touch you in places ..."
Lissa was staring blankly at the floor. She felt tired and spaced out. She lifted her eyes and gazed at him. He touched her face. "I'm so glad you came back to me." He kissed her brow. "Are you okay?" he asked. Lissa nodded. "Yeah," she said, although she felt empty. Jordan could see faint, dark lines under her eyes. "Are you tired?" he asked. She nodded. "Okay," he replied, "You can sleep in the car, okay?"
"Okay," she answered. He went back for the bathrobe and his shirt. He gave the robe to her, while trying his best not to stare. He turned his back and pulled his shirt down over his torso.
When he came back from the bathroom, Lissa saw the evidence of his arousal and desire stirred in her loins. She was relieved to feel something. The bulge at his crotch was quite obvious, but he ignored his urges. She however liked what she saw. He was nice and thick. She wrapped the bathrobe around herself and tied it.
"I'm covered," she told him, her voice melancholy. He turned around and walked up to her. He kissed her brow and touched her right cheek. He cleared his throat. "I'm going to go downstairs. Are you strong enough to dress yourself, or do you need help?" he asked. Lissa sighed. "I'll manage," she answered. Focus Lissa, she thought. Jordan nodded. He walked to the door. He looked back at her, his eyes seeing beyond what she was now wearing--tracing every line, every curve of her body. She blushed and looked away.
"Lis," Jordan's voice came out deep, gravelly. His tone rocked her to her core as she saw the smoldering passion in his eyes, and how he was fighting to control himself. "We'll leave in ten minutes," he said, then left the room.
He walked downstairs and heard groaning noises. He stood at the kitchen door and saw Marcus crying as he stood over the kitchen sink. Jordan didn't bother to say anything to him. He went upstairs to the guest room and started packing.
***
By midnight everything was ready. All personal bags were packed and any other thing that was necessary was also secured. Lissa felt better and managed to take the food containers out of the fridge. Jordan helped to pack them in an insulated lunch bag. He brought all bags that held important items to Marcus's car. He placed them carefully by the car's back tires. Afterwards, he went for his and Lissa's bags and placed them by the car trunk.
He had a small safe he could carry in his hand. He however decided he would leave it at the house, but emptied it. He would take all of the money with him. He had $300,000 in his possession, but he would only use it if necessary. He didn't tell either Lissa or Marcus he would bring it with him. Only in case of emergency, he told himself.
Not caring what Lissa's dad thought, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to Marcus's SUV. He and Lissa waited for Marcus to come out to the car. Jordan looked into her eyes and touched her face. Lissa leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. He was about to pull her closer when Marcus walked out and saw the gesture. He had two small bags in his right hand. Marcus's heart sank, anger boiled in him. Marcus shoved his left hand in his pocket to retrieve his house key.
Jordan saw the movement in his periphery vision and looked up. His gaze met Marcus's piercing stare and his countenance darkened. He dropped his hand from Lissa's face. Marcus turned to lock the front door behind him. Averting his eyes, he dropped his bags on top of theirs and walked to the driver's side of his vehicle.
He disarmed the car's security system, slid inside and unlocked the passenger side. Jordan helped Lissa up into the vehicle. He heard the pop and release of the car trunk. He moved towards it, opened the hatch and placed all their bags inside the back of the vehicle. He slammed it shut then mounted his bike.
After checking everything was intact with his car, Marcus started the engine. He heard Jordan revving his motorcycle. He drove off slowly and saw through the rear view mirror that Jordan was following them. He cast a quick glance at his daughter. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
Lissa nodded. "I'm okay daddy." She hesitated. "I'm sorry. Thank you for helping me." Marcus stared at the road. "It's okay, Pumpkin. Why did you take the pills," he asked. Lissa looked down at her hands then out the passenger side window. She could hear Jordan's bike close behind them.
"Shane came by to see me. He ... I realized I still have feelings for him, but he told me that he's planning to propose to Constable Campbell--Dana. Meanwhile, I was asking him if we could try again, Ryan heard everything. Daddy, I messed up. Ryan ... he's very angry with me. He broke up with me."
Marcus sighed. "Honey, who do you really love?"
"I don't know," she answered. She rested her head on the car door panel. "I still have feelings for Shane, but he doesn't want me anymore. Daddy, I hurt him, now he's with someone else." She sighed. "As for Rhy, I'm sure he hates me right now."
"So you're saying he overheard your conversation with Shane?"
Lissa nodded.
Marcus sighed. He briefly squeezed his daughter's hand then returned his hand to steering his vehicle.
"Is that why you took the antidepressant? How many did you take Lissa?" he asked.
She sighed. "I took two," she answered. He saw her dad blink and tighten his grip on the steering wheel. "Daddy, I'm sorry," she said reaching out and touching his arm. "I'm sorry. Between losing the twins and everything that's happened: being kidnapped; the threats on my life, hiding in bushes, breaking up with Shane. Getting to know Rhy, then seeing the hurt in his eyes. It broke me. I panicked, I just wanted to ease the pain I was feeling."
Marcus looked at her sideways then looked back at the road. "If you want Shane you can get him. You can be very convincing when you want to be," Marcus told her.
Lissa shook her head. "No, it's my fault my relationship with him failed. He's happy with Dana, and I won't interfere with that," she said.
"And Jordan?" he asked. He kept his eyes focused on the road. Lissa looked over at him. "Jordan?" she asked surprised.
"Yes, him. He's quite taken with you."
Lissa sighed. "He's Rhy's friend. At this point I feel like a fool."
"Do you like him?" Marcus asked.
She nodded. It made no sense to lie. "Yeah, I do," she said, "but I don't think it's appropriate for us to pursue anything."
Marcus sighed, feeling relieved. "I agree," he said. "When things settle down a little I will pay him off and get another bodyguard for you. His feelings for you are clouding his judgement."
"Daddy, he was only trying to protect me earlier. He doesn't know that you've had to put me in the tub to wake me up before. He wouldn't know. Please look at it from his perspective."
Marcus grunted. "I'm your father. I would never hurt you. Did he touch you in any way to make you feel uncomfortable?"
Lissa shook her head. "No, he didn't violate me in any way. He restrained himself quite well," she answered. Marcus nodded, looking at his daughter. She sounded like she was disappointed. He shook his head and chuckled softly. "Okay" he said. "We'll see if I keep him."
"But if you don't want to be with him, stop allowing him to touch you the way he does. He could perceive that as you wanting to be with him," Marcus scolded her. Lissa looked at her dad's side profile as he drove. His brow was knotted. She nodded, then looked out her passenger side window. "Will do," she replied.
***
Friday Morning
They stopped at a 24-hour gas station in New Kingston. Jordan pumped some air in his bike's tires then filled the tank with gas. Marcus filled his vehicle with 95 high-octane fuel as recommended by the car dealership he purchased the SUV from.
Meanwhile, Lissa went into the convenience store for a snack. When Jordan saw her come out with a bun and cheese, he remembered he bought the chocolate for her. He called her over. She went to him. He placed his hand on her right hip and pulled her closer. "You okay? How are you feeling?" he asked. He stared at her intensely, his eyes searching her face. She smiled at him. Jordan's heart skipped a beat. He smiled back at her. "I feel better," she answered.
"I bought the chocolate for you. It's in a smaller bag I placed in my duffle bag," he told her. "When we get to wherever we're going I'll give it to you." Lissa's smile broadened and Jordan's heart rate quickened. She's absolutely beautiful, he mused.
"Where are we going by the way?" he asked, looking over at Marcus chatting to the attendant. Lissa shook her head. "I don't know exactly," she said.
"Lissa! Ready!" Marcus called to her. He partially stepped out of his vehicle and stared at them. Lissa sighed, then turned to walk towards her dad. Marcus's eyes narrowed as he looked at Jordan.
Jordan straightened to his full height. He had bent forward to look at Lissa's face and be closer to her. His green eyes also narrowed into slits as he stared back at Marcus. Lissa looked from her father to her bodyguard and nervously bit her bottom lip. She slipped into the SUV and strapped on her seat belt. Marcus sat in the car, started the engine smoothly then drove off. They heard Jordan's bike behind them.
"I thought you said you wouldn't let him touch you like that?" Marcus asked looking at her angrily. Lissa chewed her bottom lip. She began wringing her hands together. Marcus observed what she was doing and sighed. "Pumpkin, all I'm trying to do is protect you," he said calmly. He stared on the road and focused on driving.
There weren't a lot of vehicles at 12:35 in the early morning. But this was the time of day when some folks lost their sanity--swerving and speeding on highways and winding roads. Marcus remained alert while maneuvering through the light traffic.
By 4 a.m. they were finally at their destination. They were in Manchester. They stopped in front of a large house and Marcus got out of the vehicle. He pressed a button on the gate and there was a crackle, then a man's voice came over the intercom. "Who is it?" the man said.
"Professor Pryce, it's me, Marcus Dixon," Marcus replied.
Silence, then the front gates unlocked and moved apart on their own. Jordan pulled up as Marcus drove into the property. He followed them inside and parked his bike beside Marcus's SUV. He swung his right leg over and came off the bike. He stood quietly waiting for whatever Marcus would say. Marcus stared at him then walked to the front door and knocked.
An elderly man appeared at the door and shook his hand. He turned and beckoned Lissa to come forward. She complied and received a brief hug from the older man. The man pulled Lissa inside and left the door open.
Marcus walked back to his car and unlocked the trunk. "Help me with these," he said. Jordan came forward and picked up the bags---two bags in each hand. There were eight bags in the back. He carefully placed the bags in the centre of the posh living room and went back for the other four bags.
Carrying them as if they were nothing, Jordan moved quickly to deposit the bags into the large room. Professor Pryce was impressed with Jordan's strength. When Marcus came in behind him, Pryce's lips quirked up in a tiny smile. "Serious muscle you have with you Marc," he said. He gestured his head towards Jordan who just turned his back to quietly scan the contents of the room. Marcus chuckled. "He's Lissa's bodyguard," he said simply.
The old man's eyes twinkled in amusement. "I see," he answered. "So what trouble have you got yourself into now?" he asked turning to Lissa. He pulled her to his side and squeezed. Lissa laughed a little. "Nothing uncle Boris, I just fell in love I guess."
The old man's eyes shot up in surprise. "Do tell young lady," he said. With his arm around her shoulder, he guided her to one of the large, plush sofas in the room.
Jordan watched them. "Jordan." He looked towards Marcus. "A word," Marcus demanded. He moved off to a room to the right, not waiting for Jordan's reaction. Jordan squared his shoulders and followed him. They stepped into a smaller room with shelves filled with books. Marcus turned to him. "Close the door," he said. Jordan closed the door.
"What you saw earlier was me saving my daughter," he began, his voice soft. "After talking to Lissa she confirmed that she had taken two of the antidepressants you showed me in the bag. In case you don't know antidepressants--"
"I know what antidepressants are and how they work," Jordan quipped.
"Then you'll also know I had to do something to shock her awake," Marcus said, justifying his actions.
Jordan sighed. "What she needed was to see a doctor," Jordan said, trying to contain his anger.
"She'll be fine. She just needs to sleep it off, then she'll be fine," Marcus charged. He stepped forward slowly. "As for your behavior ..." He stood in front of him, his eyes narrowed. "I don't appreciate the way you've been touching my daughter. As soon as this current threat subsides I'm paying you off and getting another person to guard her."
Jordan took a deep breath. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes, definitely," Marcus replied. "In the meantime please refrain from touching her the way you've been doing. She's not your woman, she's your client and I do not approve of whatever is happening between you two. I have also told Lissa about my concern. She assured me that she is not interested in having a relationship with you, and is also uncomfortable with you touching her. So stop that shit!"
Jordan was gutted by what Marcus said about Lissa's feeling uncomfortable with him touching her. She didn't seem like she hated it when he held her close earlier, but maybe she allowed him to because she needed his help, and went along with it. He bowed his head and looked at the fancy porcelain floor tiles. He nodded. "Okay, as you and her wish," he said quietly.
"Also that man out there is Mr Boris Pryce, my old university professor. He's retired. He was gracious enough to allow us to stay here for a few days or weeks, depending, until I can figure out what to do next. Please treat his property with care. He's Lissa's godfather and a dear friend." Jordan nodded. "Understood," he answered. He walked out of the room without another word. Marcus watched him leave, his chest felt like it was burning with anger.
Jordan reentered the sprawling living room area to hear Lissa laughing as she listened to her godfather tell jokes. He looked out a window, observing the beautiful hillside behind the property. This was indeed the perfect hideaway.
Around 7:00 a.m. the housekeeper came downstairs and greeted everyone. She yawned quietly then entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Lissa went to find Jordan, who after being shown his room by Marcus, lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She knocked on the door but Jordan did not answer. "Jordan, it's me," she said audibly enough for him to hear, but he didn't respond.
She sighed then said, "Mrs Douglas--Rachel, the housekeeper, says breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes, okay? You need to eat something. I also gave her the food in the containers to store till later. We'll have it for dinner. Oh, and remember my chocolate." She said the last part cheekily.
She went downstairs. She wondered what was wrong with him. Maybe he's tired, she thought. "Maybe," she said to herself. "Yeah, he must be." She went into the dining area and sat beside her godfather. She briefly leaned on him and he patted her head. "Where's our young friend?" Boris asked. "In his room, but he isn't answering me," she answered, feeling perplexed. Boris looked at Marcus, his eyebrows raised. Marcus caught his look and shook his head.
Boris grunted then smiled slightly. "I'll ask Rachel to put his portion in the oven to keep it warm for him." Lissa nodded, but she felt no better.
By twelve noon, Jordan had not come out of his room, Lissa was even more anxious. She went to her father who was chatting with Boris in his study. "Daddy, when you spoke to Jordan this morning what did you say to him?" she asked.
Boris looked up at her worried face. He turned his head to his old friend. "I'll give you two space," he said. He was about to stand when Marcus stood up quickly. "No need," Marcus said, "this is your house. We'll go somewhere else to talk."
Boris cleared his throat. "You can go into the garden area by the side door in the kitchen." Marcus nodded. He walked out not waiting for Lissa to follow, knowing she would.
Boris being the 'old fox' that he was, got up and went upstairs to the room assigned to Jordan. He had a spare key in his pocket. He hoped he didn't need to use it. He knocked on the door. "Young man, this is Professor Boris Pryce, your host. Is everything alright in there? My dear goddaughter is worried about your health. Apparently you haven't eaten much?"
He heard no response. He chuckled softly. "My dear boy, locking yourself away in this room will not win her heart or convince her father you are worthy of her. Grit is what is needed." He listened as he heard movement inside then the door opened. Jordan stepped back and sat on the bed. Boris walked into the room and stood before him.
"You are her bodyguard?" Boris asked. His dark brown eyes twinkling with curiousity. Jordan nodded. He watched the man before him, noting the humor in the his eyes. "Do you like my goddaughter?" Boris asked.
Jordan crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes, I do," he replied.
"What's the problem?" Boris asked.
"Well, it's complicated. I'm her bodyguard. I was hired to guard her. I got this gig because of my best friend. He was dating Lissa for awhile, but I guess they are no longer together, or they are. I'm not sure what's happening with that."
Boris came closer. "I see," he said quietly.
"Lissa told me she was involved with another man and had twins for him, but she lost them?" Boris queried, giving Jordan the side eye. Jordan nodded. "Yes, she lost them and may not be able to have children."
Upon hearing this Boris sat down beside the younger man. "She never told me that," he said. "She's vulnerable now, I get that," Jordan continued. "But I would never hurt her. I never planned on being attracted to her. I even warned my friend to beware of her." He chuckled softly looking down at the floor.
Boris stared at the door. "Sometimes things happen to us we can't explain," he spoke, his voice low. "Jordan?" Jordan nodded, looking at the older man. "My goddaughter has her ways. Her mother told me a few things. But she is a good girl. She however needs someone to centre her--to keep her grounded and secure mentally. Someone who is patient. She needs someone who can comfort her, while telling her plainly that what she's doing is foolishness. That's the kind of man she needs."
He patted the younger man's shoulder. "At the end of the day, whether you're her bodyguard or not, you have to decide if taking on that challenge is what you want. You have to weigh if she's worth the headache. Son, women can be beautiful headaches. You just have to figure out which one of them is worth it."
Boris got up and went to the door. "I'll tell my housekeeper to reheat your food and place it on the table. Be down in five minutes." He opened the door and stepped outside, leaving it ajar. Jordan lay back on the bed and processed all the older man said. He closed his eyes.
***
Lissa stepped into the partially enclosed garden area and waited for her father to speak. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him. Marcus sat on a bench and observed her body language. "I told him to stop touching you the way he has, and I also told him that I will be seeking another guard for you as soon as things cool down," he said.
"What if I don't want another bodyguard?" she asked looking at him. Marcus's eyes widened. "What are you saying? I thought we agreed you wouldn't allow him to touch you. I'm afraid as long as he's around you, he will continue to touch. He's already crossed the line. He's seen you ..." he said awkwardly. Lissa came closer to her dad and sat beside him. "Daddy, I love you. But I trust Jordan, I trust him. He saw me naked and didn't even make a move on me. He was just very gentle with me, that is all."
"Gentle how?" he asked, his eye brows raised. Lissa grabbed his hand and squeezed. "He took me out of the bath and helped me dry off. He didn't touch me intimately. He didn't touch my breasts or anything like that. He also left the room so I could get dressed. And as I said earlier, he only busted the door down because he thought I was in danger--"
"But he should know better that I wouldn't .. you're my daughter. I would never hurt you."
"And I would never hurt her either."
They looked up to see Jordan standing by the door. He came downstairs and asked Boris for Lissa, who told him where to find them. He stepped forward. "I will agree to refrain from touching her, but I have started this duty and I intend to finish it to the end. You don't need to get another bodyguard. If Lissa is uncomfortable with how I interact with her I will desist from the things I do."
In his hand was the chocolate bar. He stretched his hand out to her. "Just as you told me you like it," he said directing his gaze to her. Lissa took it from him. "Thank you" she said. Her heart fluttered from the way he looked at her. He nodded. "I'll do my job professionally from now on." He nodded at Marcus, then retreated to the dining room.
***
Friday Afternoon
Inspector Jermaine White watched as the crime scene investigators took pictures of the burnt, blackened shell of the house that once belonged to Sergeant Shane Crosby. Dr Anthony Bromfield carefully took samples from the living room and bedroom of soiled and blackened items, while Kesher Jones and Sapphire Robinson collected samples from the kitchen and bathroom areas.
Dr. Bromfield would not allow him to watch what he was doing which he found highly suspicious but did not protest. He was the only qualified senior forensics professional available in Kingston and he did not want to piss him off. Everyone knew that under that calm, seemingly patient demeanor was a hot temper when provoked.
When Dr. Bromfield returned from upstairs he entered the kitchen where his team was finishing up, and signaled to them when they heard his footsteps and looked up. "Ready?" he asked. Sapphire nodded but Kesher shook his head. "Just a bit more time. Seeing something in the corner right there I want to take a sample of it."
Anthony nodded. "Okay, make it quick," he said.
Kesher unzipped his small bag and took out a scalpel from an even smaller bag. He went to the corner of the room and carefully scraped the weird crust he saw on the wall, in the corner beside the now charred stove. He collected the sample on a bindle and dropped it in a small ziplock bag.
He stood up and nodded. "Ready now," he said, while placing the sample in his work bag and zipping it up. Anthony nodded. "Okay, let's go," he answered.
They exited the house, ducking under police yellow and black caution tape. "Will there be a police guard here tonight?" Sapphire asked.
Inspector White retorted, "What do you think Miss?" Anthony shot him a look. Inspector White pursed his lips and nodded. "Yes, there will be one. I believe Barracks and Crawford should be on duty tonight," he replied more meekly.
A tiny smirk curled up Dr. Anthony Bromfield's lips. He disarmed his vehicle and allowed Jones and Robinson to step inside first. He turned to Inspector White and said, "We should have some results for you in two weeks."
"Two weeks?" The inspector looked at him incredulously. "With all the talk of a new forensics state-of-the-art wing and yadda yadda?!"
Anthony smiled briefly. He shook his head. "You are right that the new wing is state-of-the-art, but bear in mind that there were some backlog in cases being investigated, that needed the technological upgrade we now have. We're working as fast as we can to clear some of the workload. Also, bear in mind some the cases are high profile that the Commissioner would want to see solved with immediacy."
Inspector White grimaced. "Two weeks you say?"
"Mhm," Anthony grunted. Turning to his vehicle, he said, "I will call you as soon as we're done."
White nodded. "Okay, and you'll make sure our colleague is not tipped off as to what's happening."
Anthony turned around to face him, his left eyebrow raised. "What colleague?" he asked.
"You and I know who I'm talking about," White answered cryptically.
Anthony chuckled and shook his head. "I don't know who or what you're talking about and I have no time to play 21 questions with you," he responded, his voice low but succinct.
"My team that I head at the forensics lab, and the one I jointly supervise at Crime Scenes are above reproach. If there is a leak of information or any tipping going on you may need to look at your own side." Before White could say anything more, Dr. Bromfield opened his car door and slipped inside. He turned the key in the ignition and started the engine. He quickly drove off leaving White speechless.
"Pompous prick," White whispered under his breath. He walked to his car and sat inside. He had another lead he needed to follow anyway. He started his vehicle and drove towards Jones Town.
***
Jason was just about to leave his mother's house when he saw a police vehicle pull up at the gate. He was puzzled but he didn't want to worry her. He stepped out of the house, walked to the front gate and opened it.
As he was about to walk towards his car a police man stepped out and waved him over. Trying not to frown he walked towards the officer. "Good day," the officer said.
Jason nodded. "Hello," he replied.
"I see you're coming out of the house of someone I am trying to get in touch with," Inspector White said. "I am looking for Eugene Ramsey, do you know him?"
Jason was wondering how he should respond but he felt it was best he told the truth. "Yes, I know him, but he doesn't live here anymore."
"Okay. Who lives in this house now?" Inspector White asked.
"My mother, my brother and sister," Jason answered truthfully.
"And your name please?" Inspector White asked.
"Jason Singh."
Inspector White nodded.
"How do you know Mr Ramsey?" White asked.
Jason decided to be more careful answering this question. He thought Red Man was done with criminality, either way he didn't want to be under police scrutiny because he was his relative. "I grew up in this neighborhood. As I said my mom and siblings live here."
"And you lived with them also?"
Jason nodded. "Yes."
"Where do you live now?"
"With my wife," Jason answered calmly.
"With your wife?" Inspector White looked at Jason closely. He looked very young. "Young man, how old are you?" he asked surprised.
"I am twenty-one sir. I'll be twenty-two next year," Jason answered.
"I see." He was puzzled by him but didn't bother to ask him anything further.
"Did your mom, siblings and you always live in this house?" Inspector White asked looking passed Jason towards the house.
Jason shook his head. "No we used to live in Duhaney Park with my grandmother, then when she moved to the country we moved here."
"When was the last time you saw Mr. Ramsey?"
"I haven't seen him in a while," Jason said. He wasn't lying, he hadn't seen him for several months now.
"How long?"
"Maybe a few months now. He runs a movers business. I asked him to help me move some stuff to my new apartment."
"Your new apartment? Were you living here before you moved there?"
Jason shook his head. "No," he replied tersely. He was getting annoyed. He would be late to pick up Carli from work.
"And your apartment address?"
What is this about?" Jason asked.
"I asked a question, young man," White said.
"I also asked a question, and I will not answer any more of your questions until you answer mine. Furthermore, where I live is not relevant. I have committed no crime."
Inspector White chuckled. "Very well. We're looking for Mr Ramsey aka Red Man, I believe you might know that alias. The police believe he has some information that may lead to solving a case I'm working on."
Jason nodded. "Well as I said, I haven't seen Mr Ramsey since he helped me move. I have no idea where he is."
Inspector White smiled briefly, but it wasn't a warm smile. He took out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and removed a pen from a bag in his car. He scribbled his name and phone number on it. "My name is Inspector White. If you see or hear anything about Mr Ramsey please give me a call." He handed the paper to him. Jason tucked the paper away in his jeans' pocket. He nodded.
Inspector White nodded. "Anyone inside there at this time I can talk to?" he asked. He gestured his head towards the house.
"No," Jason lied. "I just came to drop off some groceries, my mom is at work and my siblings are in school.
Inspector White assessed him, but saw no strange twitch or change in his demeanor. He nodded. "Thank you for your time," he said. Jason nodded. "You're welcome," he replied.
He watched as the police officer walked to his car, opened the car door and slid inside. He watched him drive off. He sighed. His whole body felt tense. What had uncle Red Man got himself into this time? He shook his head. He needed to go pick up Carli from work.
He texted his mom and told her not to go outside of the house until late in the night. His mother asked him why and he texted, "Uncle Eugene may be in trouble."
Bridget sent, "Okay." Jason decided he would stop by uncle Eugene's house to tell him to be careful.
Next, he called Carli to tell her he would be running late--to be patient with him. She told him she would. He blew her a kiss and hung up.
***
"Bobbie, why yuh do that man?!"
"Weh yuh mean? Yuh tell mi fi send him a message. Is dat mi do!"
"Bwoy if mi teck this piece ah board and knock out yuh sense cause ... or maybe mi fi seh knock in yuh senses. Mi never tell yuh to beat up the man son," Red Man said glaring at his young charge. "Mi tell yuh seh yuh fi talk to him. Just warn him. Mi nuh want him a touch mi stepdaughter. She's just sixteen. Cho bl**dclaat! Mi affi guh call him father now before this guh further."
Even though Eugene was no longer seeing Ebony and Craig's mother, every now and then they would have their trysts. He still had feelings for her, but he was obligated to his new woman, Britney, who he also adored.
On one of the occasions he visited Maiya, his first woman, she told him she was pregnant but the father had no interest in raising the child. He decided to step up and help raise her. He was glad he did. The little girl loved him and he loved her fiercely. Now Kayanna was sixteen and about to graduate high school. He couldn't afford any horny, little boy to come in and ruin her future, especially the son of a don.
Red Man took out his cellphone and was about to dial a number when his baby mother came to the back of the yard, to his favorite spot--under the mango tree. "Eugene, yuh nephew come to yuh. Him seh it important."
"Which one?" Red Man asked.
His baby's mother hissed her teeth. "The one that mi know. Di coolie youth," she replied. Red Man stood up. "Oh ... must be Jasey," Red Man surmised. "Bobbie, don't move, mi soon come." Bobbie nodded. He took out his phone and began scrolling through his social media feed.
Red Man walked into the living room to see Jason sitting on his couch waiting for him. Jason stood up to meet him. Red Man gestured for him to sit down, and both sat down simultaneously. "So wah gwaan mi nephew? How is everything?" Red Man asked, smiling at him.
Jason smiled slightly, but he felt apprehensive. "Uncs, mi cyaa stay long I have wifey to pick up from work, but mi just wah mek yuh know seh police a look fi yuh," Jason said his voice low. Britney was nearby. He didn't want to upset her. She was in the last trimester of her pregnancy. He got along with her fairly well. He actually liked her though he preferred his cousin Tina's mom more. Cherise used to watch him when he was a toddler and his mother had to work.
Red Man leaned forward, his voice low. "Police looking for me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, one of dem come to mommy's place asking for you?" Jason revealed.
"Eeh?" Red Man replied. He couldn't understand why. 'Blacks', the man whose son Bobbie hurt, would never go to the police to solve his grouses. That could only mean one thing--Devon. Lord have mercy! I wonder if that damn bwoy a call up mi name inna prison! he thought. He hadn't heard from Devon in a while. He cleared his throat. "Jasey, there's something you need to know," he said quietly.
Jason leaned forward. "What?" he asked. His eyes were wide. "Yuh cousin Devon deh a lock-up or prison, or wherever the hell him deh right yah now. Mi nuh know!" Red Man said. He stood and started pacing the floor. "Him get a contract to kill one police friend of mine. Remember, I told you my friend helped me when I became a witness to take down the gang I was a part of?"
Jason nodded. "Yeah, I remember," he answered.
"Yeah, suh Sergeant Crosby help mi. So when mi find out seh this guy name Mr Z hire Devon fi kill him, mi talk to Devon and mek him know seh Sarge was the same police weh save me and his life when him was a likkle pickney. Yuh remember seh him did a live wid mi one time?"
"Yeah," Jason said. His mind was however racing. Did uncle say Sergeant Crosby? He needed clarification. "Uncle, yuh just seh Sergeant Crosby?" Jason queried.
"Yeh man. Mi good friend dat man. Is what?"
Jason stood up. "I know him," he said. "I also know that police are looking for him because he burned his own house down."
Red Man was shocked. His eyebrows were rising north of this face. "What?! Weh yuh seh?!" he asked.
Jason nodded. "Yeh, the girl he was with cheated on him. Well ... she was seeing someone and it kind of got to him. As far as I heard, he confronted the two of them at his house, and burned it down afterwards. Yuh think is dats why the police looking for yuh?"
"Mee?" Red Man exclaimed. "Mi never help him burn down him house!"
"No, but maybe they think you might know where he is, or maybe they think you helped him," Jason replied, shrugging his shoulders.
Red Man was stunned. He shook his head. He put his hands on his hips. "Mi talk to him weh day enuh. Mi tell Sarge seh woman can be problem. Him tell mi that she pregnant and mi ask him if he is sure it is his." Red Man cursed an expletive. He looked up at Jason. "From weh day I've been trying to reach him, but the phone either lock off or just a ring and nobody answering." He took out his cellphone. He dialed Shane's number. It took a few seconds, but he was glad when the call connected. The phone rang five times then to Red Man's relief Shane answered the call.
"Eugene, what's up?" Shane said, humor in his voice.
"Bl**dclaat! Yuh lucky Bumbocl**t yuh!" Eugene answered chuckling. "Yuh know from when mi a try call yuh. Mi glad yuh answer. Bredda yuh gud? Mi a hear some things. Weh yuh up to?"
***
Shane was on his farm helping to harvest crops. It was hard work but it was therapeutic. It was a welcome distraction from what was happening in his life currently. He told Dana what transpired at Lissa's house. She was very upset. At the moment, she wasn't speaking to him.
He couldn't blame her. He knew he may have also hurt Lissa with his actions, and maybe he was tempting fate going over there and being so close to her. There was still a magnetism that pulled him to her. But Dana was the one his body and soul craved. He called but she wasn't answering his calls. He sighed as he remembered their fight ...
***
"What do you mean you went over there to see if you felt something?!" Dana asked, her eyes flashing fire. He had never seen her this angry.
"Baby, there's this weird bond Lissa and I have. I can't explain it. it's beyond how I can explain it if I tried to. All I know is that when she's in trouble I can tell. I went over there to see if this bond, this thing, between she and I is still strong. I'm sorry. There's a good reason why I went to see her, but I can't tell you, not yet."
"Suh why yuh cyaa tell me? Why Shane? So you want to be back with her? Tell me so I don't waste anymore of my time!" Dana said. Her arms were crossed over her bosom.
She was really sexy when she was angry. He wished he could hold her. He reached for her, trying to calm her down, but she spun out to his embrace. "Don't touch me!" she shouted. "I've been a fool! An idiot to think you love me. So you want her? Go back to her!"
"Dana, listen to me. I was there with her, but all I thought about was you and only you!"
'Supposed the feelings you had were still strong, hmm? Supposed she made a move on you and you gave in? It's a good thing she has an interest in Corporal Stewart. You know, I used to think Lissa was the problem, but it's you. You are the problem, Shane. You! You're playing games with my feelings and with hers. Look, please take me home."
"Dee-Dee!" Shane pleaded.
"Don't Dee-Dee me. Either take me home or I'll call for a taxi," Dana said, her nostrils flared.
Shane sighed. "Honey, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise. Just understand, I wanted to move forward with our lives so I just went to make sure my feelings for her were dead."
"And?"
"They are non-existent, as dead as the dry grass in your backyard." But he instantly regretted using that analogy. "Yeah, but like dry grass, a little rain falls on it and it springs back to life!" Dana retorted.
"Not if it's cut off--uprooted from the soil. My soil only craves you," he answered with a sigh. He reached for her. She didn't pull away this time. "I love you and my feelings for her are dead, cut off. I just wanted to make sure," he tried to reassure her.
***
She seemed to have calmed down and he took her home, but now she wasn't answering his phone calls or texts. She even blocked him on social media. He was tempted to go see her at her house later. He longed to hold her. He would never do what he did again. Nine hours had passed since he saw her. Not hearing from her was driving him crazy.
He was about to go buy something to eat when his phone rang. He hoped it was Dana, but the call was from Red Man. Hearing from him wasn't a bad thing. Shane decided to answer the call. He was curious about how his old friend was doing.
"Eugene, what's up?" Shane greeted, humor in his voice.
"Bl**dclaat! Yuh lucky Bumbocl**t yuh!' Eugene answered chuckling. "Yuh know from when mi a try call yuh. Mi glad yuh answer. Bredda yuh gud? Mi a hear some things. Weh yuh up to?"
Shane laughed. "I'm good," he replied, amused.
"Yuh sure? Mi hear bout wah gwaan wid yuh house and yuh girl. Sorry mi G," Red Man said.
"Weh yuh hear?" Shane asked, sobering.
"Mi hear seh yuh girl was cheating on yuh, and yuh confront she and the guy at the same house yuh burn down," Red Man recounted.
Shane grimaced. "Yeah, in a nutshell," he answered. "She and I are no longer together." Shane paused. "Also, she lost the babies."
"Lost the babies?" Red Man asked, confused.
"She had complications in the pregnancy and lost them," Shane answered with a sigh.
Red Man uttered an expletive. "Bredda, mi sorry. Suh Sarge, weh yuh ah duh now?"
Shane cleared his throat. "Just call me Shane. I'm no longer a part of the JCF," he admitted.
"Wharrah?" That revelation floored Red Man. "Weh yuh just seh?!" He sat down.
"Listen, we can talk for maybe an hour. I need to get some things out of the way and be some where tonight," Shane told his friend. "You remember the restaurant I took you and the family to five years ago?"
"Miss Mavis place?" Eugene aka Red Man asked.
"Same one," Shane affirmed.
"Mi still eat there every now and then. The food is good, man," Red Man beamed.
Shane smiled. He was happy to hear he got a repeat customer for his church aunty. He looked at his watch. It was 4:00 o'clock. "Meet me there by 5:30 p.m. Supper is my treat."
"Arite, yeah. Mi will see you then," Red Man replied. He was curious to hear all that his friend was up to, but more so he was concerned for him. He hung up and looked over at Jason who had a solemn expression on his face.
"Weh yuh seh the police guy weh ask fi Sarge--Shane name?" Red Man asked. He couldn't get used to not calling Shane, Sarge. It felt strange.
"Inspector White," Jason told him.
Red Man nodded. "Arite then." He gestured towards the hallway leading to the front door. "Yah guh pick up wifey now?"
Jason nodded. "Yeah." he answered. He stood up. Red Man also rose to his feet.
"Listen, Jasey. Mi want to seh sorry for me and yuh cousin absence at the wedding. Brit never feel well and Tina decide to stay wid her while mi guh pon the road to get some medication for her. Mi sorry 'bout that."
Jason nodded. "It's cool, uncle. What about this Sunday? Do you think you, Brit and mi likkle cousin can come by for dinner? I want you to get to know her."
"Yeh man, arite. What time?" he asked. Jason was his favorite nephew. He never liked his father, Bello, but he loved his nephew. "Come about 3:00 o'clock," Jason told him. Red Man nodded. "Okay, good, perfect time. I should be back from the shop at least two hours before then. Is it okay if we bring something, a gift. Would your wife be okay with that? Remind me of her name?"
Jason chuckled. "It's Carlethia, but her nickname is Carli," he replied. "Yeh man, sure. That would be great." He moved towards the front door. Red Man accompanied him. "Do you think you could get Tina to come also?"
"Why? You and her vex?" Red Man asked. He stopped to look at him. "I'm not vexed with her, but she might be with me. She didn't get to meet Carli before we got married, so you know ..." Jason said with a little laugh.
Red Man smiled. "Oh, nuh worry 'bout that man. At the end of the day you're her favorite cousin. She will forgive you. I will talk to her, but call her, okay?"
Jason nodded. His countenance brightened. Red Man was happy to see it. He slapped his nephew on his shoulder and opened the door for him. Jason slipped through and he locked the door behind him. Britney came to stand at their bedroom door. "Suh mi have dinner to collect Sunday?" she asked cheekily.
Eugene aka Red Man chuckled softly. "From weh day every time yuh hear about food your skin ketch a fire. Come here," he beckoned to her. She went to him and he circled his arms around her wide girth. "Is the baby arite today?" he asked rubbing her back. She laughed softly. "Yes, your son is doing very well. He's not kicking out mommy's tripe right now." Eugene laughed.
He moved his hands down to her buttocks and squeezed gently. "I miss ..." he said, winking at her. Britney slapped him on his right arm. "You're so rude!" she said. But she loved it when he was like this. "Can I have more? I can't get to have sex with you, but I want you. Can you do that thing you did for me yesterday?" Eugene asked.
Britney licked her lips then stuck out her tongue to reveal a gold tongue ring. Red Man grunted. She so sexy! he thought. He blew her a kiss. "Will you do it back to me this time?" she asked. "You promised," she reminded him. Eugene sighed. "You know I've never done that to a woman," he answered.
"There's a first time for everything Eugee. Please, I haven't had a release in a long time. It's not you alone that needs something."
"Has any other man done it to you?" Red Man asked, feeling jealous.
"Before your time. I know I am the first of your baby mothers to go down on you. Didn't you like it?"
He nodded. He loved it. "Yes baby, I want more," he told her, while gently caressing her bum.
She stared at him, then dropped her eyelids. Her eyelashes fluttered seductively. "Then let us both enjoy the moment together. Baby, no one will know, I promise."
"What if I'm not good at it?" he asked, seriously considering it for her sake. She chuckled softly. "Not a chance of that being the case," she said placing a peck on his lips. "You're a good kisser. And I will tell you what feels good. Please?"
Eugene sighed. He slapped her bottom. He nodded. "Okay, I will try for you. No one must know," he said.
"I promise, no one will know. Get rid of Bobbie and come," she said with a playful wink. His loins stirred. He took her hand and placed it on his arousal. Britney bit her bottom lip, then licked it slowly. "Come quickly," she whispered, then entered the bedroom leaving the door open. He smiled and shook his head. She was something else. Since being with her, he hardly made love to Maiya. With Britney there was always something new. He adjusted himself in his pants so Bobbie didn't see his bulge and went outside to him.
***
Lissa walked into the Professor Pryce's study. She was looking for her father. She found him reading a book on tort law. She sat across from him and waited for him to acknowledge her. He looked up at her and smiled. Noting her smile his own broadened. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. "I just want to say thank you for being a good father to me, and being a considerate one." He smiled at her bemused. "What's this about?" he asked. "You did my laundry--the clothes I brought back from Pru's. I wanted to say thank you for washing them for me," she said smiling.
She came to him and moved to sit in his lap. He opened his arms so she could. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Daddy, you know I love you. I love you and mommy very much. I know I have been trouble for you, especially recently, but when all of this is over I will do my best to make it up to you both." She hugged him, squeezing her face to his.
Marcus chuckled while rubbing her back. She leaned back and looked at him. Marcus knew he should tell Lissa that it wasn't him who did her laundry, it was Jordan, but he didn't want that boy to look more favourable in her eyes. He simply nodded. He wouldn't overtly claim the compliment either.
She smoothed out her skirt and stood to her feet. She was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans skirt with black and white flip flops on her feet. "Where are you going now?" he asked, feeling a twinge of guilt for not saying the truth. She smiled at him. "Going to lay down," she replied. She kissed his brow and left the room. He took a deep breath and held it, then released it. He was trying to ease the tightness in his chest. He loved her so much.
***
Shane was waiting for Red Man when his phone rang and vibrated. His eyes lit up. He answered quickly. "Baby, sweet baby, you wicked girl," he answered his voice dark and gravely with passion. Dana chuckled. "Where are you now?" she asked. Her voice was airy, sweet to his ears. He leaned back in the plastic chair. "I'm at a restaurant waiting on a friend, male friend, okay? No female friend." He heard her moan. "What are you doing?" he asked, his Adams' apple bobbing.
"Touching myself and thinking of you," she replied, her voice soft. "Shane, I'm sorry about last night. I trust you, it's just I'm jealous over you. I can't stop thinking about you. I need you." Shane swallowed hard. "Ahh ...hmm, Shane. I'm sorry. Please tell me you love me."
"Baby, I love you. I love you with all of me, and I'm jealous over you too. I wish I could be inside you right now," he told her. "Sweet baby, I wish I could be with you. Do you forgive me? I promise that will never happen again. I want only you."
Dana moaned his name. He listened as her moans grew louder, and her final gasp rocked him to his core. "Hmm .. baby you sound so sexy. I said I would wait and surprise you, but ... I'm planning on buying you an engagement ring. That's why I went over there. I wanted to make sure my heart fully belonged to you. Baby, I don't want to hurt you."
"Really? A ring?" she asked. He could hear her enthusiasm across the line, even as her voice was breathy from her erotic activity. He smiled. "Yeah, I love you. I won't tell you when I'll buy the ring, but now you know." She blew multiple kisses at him and he laughed. "Hmm ... Sweetness, I miss you." he confessed. She chuckled. "I miss you too," she said.
He heard her sigh and closed his eyes. "You naughty girl. You're doing it and not letting me watch you," he growled. She giggled. "Serves you right. Your just punishment," she said.
"Please don't punish me any further, baby, I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted. Will I see you later?"
"You should. I'm meeting a friend. Just to catch up. I'll call you, okay?"
"Okay," was her sultry response. Shane grunted. "Naughty girl," he teased. She blew him a kiss.
"Later baby, think about me," she said.
"Always, Sweetness. I always do," he answered. He ended the call.
Half an hour later, Red Man stepped into the restaurant and he greeted him. Shane signaled to the young man, who Mavis had recently hired as her waiter, and he walked over to them. He told him to tell Mavis that he wanted the 'Shane Special', and that she would know what that meant. Red Man ordered curry chicken and rice and peas with carrot juice. Shane said he wanted freshly squeezed orange juice with lots of crushed ice. The young man nodded and went to place their orders.
Red Man leaned forward as he observed his friend. "Suh wah gwaan big boss? Weh yuh up to?" His hazel eyes were razor sharp as he observed Shane's body language. Shane sighed. "Well, I'm seeing someone else. She's a colleague of mine when I was still a cop," he answered.
"Suh yuh know if this one loyal?" Red Man asked his brow furrowed.
Shane nodded. "Yeah, I am sure," he replied confidently.
"Bredda mi tell you 'bout woman from di other day--"
"Yeh, I remember what you told me. You'll meet her soon so you can make up your own mind," Shane told him. Red Man grunted. "Okay, okay. Sounds good," he answered. "Suh wah gwaan otherwise?"
Shane sighed. "Well, you've heard about my house. By the way, who told you about it? It wasn't in the news."
"Actually enuh, it's someone who says he knows you. My nephew says he knows you.," Red Man said.
"Your nephew?" Shane asked puzzled. "Who's your nephew?"
"Jason Singh ... Jasey," Red Man said smiling. Shane's eyes flew open. He leaned forward. "Jason? His father's name is Bello, and he got married recently? Coolie yute?"
Red Man chuckled. "Yes, same one," he answered amused at Shane's obvious bewilderment. Shane shook his head. The world was a small place after all ... or at least Jamaica. "Yuh never know he's my nephew?" Red Man asked smiling.
Shane shook his head but also began to smile. He leaned back on the chair. "Had no clue, but yuh never tell mi" he responded.
"But mi never know yuh know him fi tell yuh," Red Man retorted, clearly feeling amused.
Shane wondered who told him. None of the media houses reported in the incident. It was as if it never happened.
"Supposed to meet his new wife this Sunday," Red Man continued.
Could it be Marcus? Shane wondered.
"Going to bring a gift to ..." Eugene was saying something.
"Sorry I was distracted, repeat that again?" Shane asked. Red Man's mouth opened in a mischievous grin. "Mi seh yuh mek woman mash up yuh brain," he replied. It wasn't what he originally said, but he wanted to see how Shane would react. Shane laughed.
Eugene's grin got wider. He was glad his friend could laugh about it. "And a woman never mash up your head?" Shane teased. Red Man chuckled. "Actually, yes. This one I'm with have mi doing things I said never in my life I would do," he said amused.
"Like what?" Shane asked, genuinely curious. Eugene shook his head. "That is off the air bizniz, nuh worry 'bout that," he replied.
"Come on! You can tell me. My life is open before you, at least share a little of what's going on with you," Shane's dark brown eyes were filled with mocking humor. Eugene snickered. "Yuh arite!" he said. Shane goaded him, "A wah suh? Why yuh can't tell mi, eeh? Is what yuh been doing? Yuh been sucking that pums?"
Eugene's countenance sobered and his eyes darkened. His shoulders grew tense. Shane sobered. He saw his friend's reaction, and perceived he hit a nerve. "Is that it?" he persisted. He sighed. "Sorry, if I touched a nerve, okay? You hardly share what's happening with you. Aren't we friends?"
Eugene looked away from him. Shane sighed. "We're friends or aren't we?" he asked. "Friendship isn't a one sided thing. You can trust me."
Eugene remained quiet. "Okay," Shane said. "Be that way then. I also have nothing more to say." Red Man's interest in Shane's love life was greater than self preservation. He also wanted to know more about Shane's next move. He let out a sharp breath. "Arite yes, yes," he said quietly. "My baby mother introduced me to oral."
"Okay?" Shane asked. His upper lip twitched a little, but he held back a smile. "Okay, what? Bredda mi just tell yuh seh mi gangsta rep is on the line. If any of my old time friend dem know about this my reputation mash up," Red Man said. He leaned back in his chair, feeling exasperated. He loved Brit but she was pushing him in a tight corner.
Shane chuckled. "Do you love this girl?" he asked. Red Man sucked his teeth. "Of course mi love her!"
"How does she make you feel?" Shane asked.
Red Man closed his eyes briefly. "She's a young girl but she makes me feel good. She's a bright girl. Very smart, I tell her when she has our son I'll send her back to school. She wants to be a nurse," he told his friend.
"Does she do it to you also--oral?" Shane asked. Eugene nodded. Shane smiled. "And how does she make you feel when she does it to you?" Red Man sighed. "Mi feel good," he answered honestly, "Especially when she says she loves when she does it."
Shane leaned forward. "Friend, what happens in your bedroom is between you two. Forgive I asked, okay? But still ... if she loves you and treats you well, she deserves to be treated like a princess. And as much as it is in your power you give her what she wants and needs."
Eugene leaned forward, clasping his hands. "And you? Do you do it?" Shane chuckled softly. "I love it," he admitted, his voice low. "With this girl I'm with, it's gotten to the point where I'm addicted." Eugene looked at him, his eyebrows raised. "Really?" he asked. Shane nodded. "All I will say is doing it to her makes me happy," he answered.
"Is it the taste?" Red Man was really curious to meet this new girlfriend now. Shane paused to think about it. "I can't explain it." He sighed. "I love her, so doing it to her feels even more intense."
He sobered and looked at his friend squarely in the eyes. "If you're not comfortable you should tell her if this is something you know you can never sign up to do. You can say at least you tried it. How many times have you done it to her?"
"One time," Red Man answered quietly.
"Okay, so you tried it for her once, but you don't like it. If she loves you she'll understand. Although, it may be awkward to not do it, but expect her to."
Red Man sighed. "That is the problem, she may not want to do it again if I say I don't want to," he replied.
"Well, you'll have to decide if you love her enough," Shane said plainly. Red Man sat back in the chair and swore quietly. Shane chuckled. "Answer me this ..."
Red Man looked up at him. He was staring at the floor. "Okay?" he asked feeling guarded.
"Did she look like she enjoyed what you did?" Shane asked.
Red Man cleared his throat. "Yeah, she ... based on what I saw she ..." He swallowed. "Yes, she enjoyed it."
Shane's mouth twitched in amusement. He figured he was trying to say she climaxed from the act, but he was too awkward to admit it. Shane nodded. "When that was happening how did it make you feel?"
"To be honest mi feel weird. I liked that she ... yuh know ... but I don't know." Red Man looked up at the ceiling.
"When I see my woman climax from doing it to her it makes me happy," Shane said. "I love her and want to make her happy. If that is your priority, then anything anyone else says shouldn't matter to you. If you want, you can grow to like it, because it makes her happy. But if this is non-negotiable for you, I think you will have to be honest with her."
Before Red Man could say another word the waiter returned with their food. Shane smiled at the waiter and told him thanks. Red Man nodded at the young man and was about to dig in when Shane started praying for the food. He paused and waited.
When Shane finished praying Red Man eyed him curiously. "Yuh know seh yuh different still," Red Man quipped. Shane smiled. "Why yu seh that?" he asked, a tiny smile on his lips. Red Man chewed a piece of his chicken before he answered, "Yuh a di first police weh mi si mi cyan talk to like this. Yuh just honest and real." Shane smiled at him. "We're all people at the end of the day Eugene. All of us deserve to be understood." Red Man thought about that statement and it lingered on his mind for the rest of their time chatting.
***
"Weh yuh a guh do about the police looking for you?"
Shane sighed. "I may have to seek legal counsel," he said.
"Yuh mean lawyer?" Eugene asked for clarification.
"Mhm," Shane answered.
"Okay, then you should know, my nephew said one Inspector White was asking questions. Apparently, he didn't say why he was looking for me, but I have done no wrong. He came to the last known address the police have for me before I went into your protection. That's where Jasey's mom and likkle bro and sis live now. He and I discussed it and assumed they may be trying to get to you through me, but you know me--mi nah seh nothing." Red Man said the last part passionately. Shane nodded. He appreciated his friend's loyalty. "Thank you," he answered. Red Man nodded.
"There's something you should know, between us," Shane said leaning forward. "What is it?" Red Man asked, his eyes were as huge as saucers. He leaned forward to listen keenly. "I lied about starting the fire," Shane confessed in a low tone.
"Eh? Weh yuh mean?" Red Man asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Someone else was there at my house that day," Shane revealed. "I was hoping she would come forward and explain to the police what happened, but as the days passed, I realized she won't come forward. She told me it was an accident. As time passed everyone assumed I did it. Also, in some way I was trying to protect her, but I think now I need to think about myself."
"Who? Who yah talk?" Red Man asked, feeling on edge.
Shane smiled ruefully. "I'll tell you, but with my legal counsel with me, that way I'll tell this story one time in full."
Eugene eyes squinted as he stared at Shane. What is this? he wondered. Who was this person Shane was protecting?
Shane sighed. He took out his phone and dialed Marcus's number. When he heard the older man's voice on the line, he smiled. "Marcus, we need to talk. It's very important. Yeah. I need to confess something. I need your legal expertise. I also have a friend with me. He told me that the police are honing in on him and his family to find me. I need your help.
"Yeah, I can meet you wherever you like. Okay. Say it again? In Mandeville? Okay, yeah I'll GPS the place. Okay, yeah, I'll leave right away. I'll see you early tomorrow morning. That okay? I'll call when we're nearby. Okay. Good. Yeah, will do. Thank you."
He ended the call. He turned to Red Man. "You up for a road trip?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Red Man laughed then shook his head. "As long as I'll be back by tomorrow night," he answered. Shane nodded. "Okay," he said. Red Man nodded. "Okay, I'll go home to get ready. Where should I meet you?" Shane smiled. "I'll come for you at your place," he told him. Red Man nodded. "Okay, that's fine. What time?"
"Come for you around 7. We can sleep over at a motel before driving into Mandeville tomorrow morning," he told him. Red Man nodded. "Okay, no problem."
Shane called Dana and explained he needed to take care of some business out of town and he would explain when he got back home. She was disappointed but took the news well. "I'll prepare for you," she teased him. Shane chuckled softly. "Pretty baby, please do. I love you," he said. "I love you," she answered. Shane blew her a kiss and hung up. He looked at Red Man. "Let's go," he said standing.
He and Red Man walked to the reception area of the restaurant. He paid his bill, then said to the young man, "Tell Miss Mavis thanks for dinner." He was about to walk away when he paused and looked at the young man's earnest expression. "Also, tell her to pray for her favorite nephew. Tell her I love her."
Red Man's right eyebrow lifted above the other, but he didn't say a word. He followed Shane out of the restaurant. He walked over to his car, then looked back at his friend. "You still believe in God, Shane?" he asked. Shane nodded."Yes, I do," he replied, puzzled at the question. Red Man smiled at him. "Doesn't The Bible say God works out everything for the good of those who love Him?"
Shane nodded. "Yes, it does say that," he replied smiling. Red Man nofded at him. "Everything will work out well," he reassured his friend. He lifted his car's key fob and disarmed the vehicle's alarm system. He opened the car and drove off.
Shane watched him leave. He shook his head. Red Man was full of surprises. He smiled and entered his own vehicle. He got comfortable behind the wheel and started his car. He drove off slowly. He would tell the whole truth this time. He wouldn't be the only unemployed cop by the time he was done talking.
***
During dinner, which Lissa had prepared the night before, Marcus received a phone call from Shane. Shane told him he had gotten a call from his friend called Red Man and the two men wanted to speak with him. He agreed to meet them. He also wanted to find out from Shane what really happened between him and his daughter. He felt Lissa was holding back on him.
He told them where to meet him. He hung up the phone and turned to his daughter though Jordan and Boris were also seated at the table. "The food was good Lissa very nice." He reached over and squeezed her hand. Lissa grinned. She could tell the men enjoyed the meal. There wasn't enough for Mrs Douglas, who decided to make a sandwich for herself. Lissa felt bad about that, but she didn't know she would share the food with two other people.
Her father was saying something: "I'm checking into a motel nearby to meet with Shane and a friend of his," he said. He looked over at Professor Pryce and said, "I don't want them to know this place. The less people know, the better." Professor Pryce nodded. "Agreed," he replied. "I like my privacy."
Lissa felt apprehensive. She wondered if Shane would bring up their weird encounter to Marcus. She hoped not. She was done yearning after him.
Marcus turned to Jordan. "You know what to do while I'm gone," he said, his eyes boring into the bodyguard. Jordan nodded.
By 10 o'clock, Marcus had one of his small travelling bags with him. He stood by the front door as he spoke to Lissa. "How long will you be gone?" she asked, worry etched on her features.
Marcus hugged her. "Shouldn't be more than a day," he said. He released her then bent forward and kissed her brow. "You be a good girl for me, okay?"
Lissa nodded. "Okay," she answered. He looked up and saw Jordan entering the foyer.
"Marx!" Marcus called out.
Jordan looked up.
"Make sure nothing happens to her. And remember what I said about your conduct," he charged.
Jordan nodded. He continued along the corridor. Marcus brushed his hands protectively over Lissa's bare arms. She had changed the clothes she wore the night before and was dressed in a tank top and shorts. He kissed her hair and walked through the door. Lissa stood staring at the closed door for a minute more then went up to the bedroom her godfather graciously gave her.
***
Lissa was feeling restless. She was yearning for Jordan to hold her. She searched and found him in the garden. She entered quietly. The garden was lit along the path one could walk among the plants and flowers.
Jordan was sitting on the bench looking out into the dark. She sat beside him. Jordan did not acknowledge her presence. "Hi," she said, but he did not answer her. He continued to look into the shadows before him.
After sitting there silently for five minutes--both not saying a word--she got up with a huff, and walked into the kitchen, across the hallway, and up the stairs to her room. I'm not sure why he is behaving like this, but two can play that game, she told herself.
She stripped naked and walked into the glass shower enclosure. She turned on the showerhead and lukewarm water jetted out, hitting her body like tiny pebbles. She took a five minute shower and came out with the towel wrapped around her.
She lifted one of her bags and placed it on the bed. She took out the pink pajama shorts set and put it on quickly. For some reason she didn't feel like wearing panties. She didn't know why, but she felt like just wearing the shorts alone.
She lay on her back and tried to suppress the feeling of sadness welling up in her chest. She felt as though she was missing something. Was her father telling her everything that happened between him and Jordan? Was there something else bothering Jordan? She sighed heavily and closed her eyes.
For their client-bodyguard relationship to work there had to be trust. She got to her feet. She checked the time on her cellphone. It was 9:30 p.m. Jordan would be heading to bed or maybe in the shower. She got up. She would confront him. His room was next door to hers.
She went to his door and was about to knock when she heard him praying ...
"Lord, my desire for her grows stronger each day. I need to know if this is from you. I am yours Lord, give me clarity. I need your strength, now more than ever. Father, give me the strength to resist. I need you ..."
Lissa moved quietly away from the door. So he wasn't being cold towards her. He was trying his best not to violate his faith. She felt a pang of guilt in her gut. She sighed. She wanted to feel his arms around her, but she didn't want to be a stumbling block to him. She opened her door and closed it. She lay on the bed, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.
She adjusted her head on the fluffy pillow, snuggled into the comfy, soft sheets and closed her eyes.
***
She lifted her eyes and saw a tall man walk away, his back was already turned to her.
She looked around. It seemed like they were on a boat of some sort. The large man that held her, squeezed her wrists together, and pushed her towards a small cot in the room. She fell on the semi-hard surface and was winded--the air knocked out of her on impact. She struggled to stand, but her hands were hindrances in the position she was in..
She heard laughing, loud, booming like a cavernous echo. She managed to twist her body around so she was on her back. Lissa lifted her legs and swung them down to give her momentum to sit up.
She stood and ran towards the door. She pressed herself on it, turning her body to use her tied hands to pull the handle of the door. She pushed but the door was locked. Another booming laugh shattered her frazzled nerves. She turned to see the large man holding the key in his right hand. "No escape," he said grinning.
She began hitting herself against the door to knock it off its hinges. The man lunged for her, lifted her and threw her on the small bed. She bounced off and landed on the floor. Lissa groaned when her body hit the floor. Her head hurt.
'Large Man' walked menacingly towards her. "Don't come near me! Leave me alone!" she screamed. He grabbed her up and was about to aggressively press his lips on her neck when she heard shattered glass and a rush of air. The man froze. His eyes rolled over slowly in his head. Blood began flowing from his neck. He let her go and fell to the floor. Lissa screamed.
Strong arms held onto her. She looked up but couldn't see her saviour's face, but noted his chest. His scent was familiar. He used a knife and cut the tape on her wrists then lifted her over his shoulder and exited through the shattered glass.
He stood on the deck and lowered her body, wrapping her legs around his hips. "Close your eyes," he said. Lissa held on to him. Clutching her tightly to his chest, he jumped off the yacht into choppy sea waters.
They were separated. She was trying to keep her head above the waters, but the currents were too strong for her. She swam to the surface and she saw his face. It was Jordan! He was moving towards her but the waves were so strong they were dragging her farther away from him. He called out to her and she screamed his name. The waves pulled her away from him until she could no longer see him. The currents tossed her against a rock, she banged her head against it, then blackness.
Lissa sat up abruptly, screaming like a banshee. She continued to scream as out of the dark she saw a shadow figure looming closer. She screamed then closed her eyes. She shrieked and curled into a ball when she felt arms circle her body. She struggled against hands that held her tightly.
"Lissa! Lissa! What's wrong?! Lis, baby, what is it?"
She opened wide, terrified eyes and saw that it was Jordan. She looked towards where the figure was and saw that nothing was there. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered. Her body was tense as she cried. "Lis, what is it? Talk to me?" he asked. He touched her face and looked at her. "Look at me Lis, please," he said. She opened her eyes and saw the concern on his face, and maybe something deeper. She launched herself at him.
He held her as she cried. Jordan could feel her trembling. She burrowed her body into him. She was shivering, her teeth chattering. "Col--cold," she mumbled. He put her away from him and took off his shirt, then reached for her and removed her pajama top. She didn't object. He knew what her dad said before he left, but right now she needed a distraction.
He lay on the bed and pulled her on top of him. He embraced her, rubbing his hands on her back and arms. "You're so delicate," Jordan crooned. Lissa sobbed quietly. Jordan caressed her, squeezing her torso. "Bad dream?" he asked. "Mhm," was all she could say between quiet whimpers. She was shivering like crazy. "Lissa, I'm here now. I'm here." Jordan told her. "I won't let anyone hurt you."
He continued to rub his hands over her arms. "Still cold?"
She nodded. She tried to clench her teeth to stop the shaking but her jaw hurt. Opening her mouth, she took shallow breaths. She snuggled into him trying to draw from his body heat. Jordan covered her with his arms. Her softness felt wonderful to him. He noted that her skin did feel clammy. Maybe I can turn her fear into something else to distract her. She probably has an internal fever, he thought to himself. He figured the pills were having a delayed effect on her.
Jordan sighed. He needed to get her warm so she could sweat and feel better. He knew of one way to raise body temperature. He wanted to remove her bra so she could feel his bare flesh and draw from his body heat, but wasn't sure what she would think. He reached up and kissed her forehead.
"Lis, you're so beautiful." He would confess something to her. "Ever since I laid eyes on you I had my guard up. I was instantly attracted to you, but you were with my friend, Rhy. I've tried my best to put you out of my mind. But you're like a hot fire brand in my brain. Lissa, I can't stop thinking about you. And then yesterday ..." He moved his hands down to caress her hips. "yesterday I saw your beauty and I was captivated. You're really sexy. Every beautiful, soft curve calls me to you." He squeezed her body and groaned her name. "Hmm, Lissa ... you don't know how much I want you."
Lissa lay on his chest and she listened to his words. She felt a stirring in her loins as she heard the gritty, sexy tone in his voice--a tone she now realized meant he wanted her. She didn't know he was attracted to her from the beginning. Her heart rate tripled. He was handsome; very sexy and he made her feel safe. She was very attracted to him, but where would these feelings lead?
He moved his hands up to the round curves of her buttocks and squeezed gently. "Hmm ... Lissa, baby," he groaned. Touching her was making him hot. He could feel his body responding to her. "God knows I want to explore every curve I saw yesterday."
Lissa groaned softly. He circled his arms around her shoulders and squeezed. Lissa sighed. His hands felt so good on her body. He moved his hands back down to caress her bottom, squeezing and rubbing in a slow, sensual way. She felt her loins respond--she was getting wet for him.
She couldn't hold it in anymore. She released a soft moan, "Ahh!" He grunted."Oh Jordan," she said breathlessly, "I love how you touch me ... hmm." But ... he could never be mine, she thought. I'm too damaged. She allowed tears to fall silently.
"You're so beautiful," he told her, his voice deep and gruff. He felt wetness dripping on his shoulder and realized she was still crying. He put his hands on her arms and lifted her gently. Staring into her eyes, he remembered what Boris said to him earlier. She was still shivering. He brushed his hand on her face as tears flowed down her cheeks. She is worth it. But this isn't the right time.
She smiled and closed her eyes. "I don't know what it is, but the way you hold me, you make me feel better," she said.
He kissed her brow and embraced her. "I love holding you," he whispered. "You feel good." He will do something a little reckless for tonight. Tomorrow it will be like it never happened. He groaned then slipped his hands inside her shorts and felt smooth, soft skin.
His eyes widened as he caressed her roundness. She wasn't wearing any panties. His member hardened and throbbed with need. "Yeppeun yeoja, nae kkeo doe-eo jullae?" he said, his voice--deep and husky with passion. His head and shoulders arched back while he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her curves.
Lissa shivered but not because she was cold. She didn't know what he said, but it sounded sexy and his touch was driving her crazy. "Ahh ..." she gasped. His warm hands possessively gripping and caressing her flesh made her want to feel his hardness inside her. They were slightly rough on her skin and she loved them. The contrast of his warm, rough skin against hers made her loins clench.
"Oh god!" she moaned. She was tempted to grind on him. She was getting really wet, and was sure her juices were soaking through her shorts. A tiny bead of sweat sprouted on her forehead. She was feeling warmer as he continued to caress her.
Lissa sat up and looked down at him. Her hands brushed against his chest. His powerful frame made her swoon. She looked at his chest. There was a tattoo which said 'Prince of Peace' on his right pectoral muscle. With her fingers she traced the curly lines of each letter. Jordan watched as she lightly ran her fingers across her skin. He observed her curiousity and smiled at her.
He took the hand that was exploring his tattoos, brought it to his lips and kissed it. He opened the palm and kissed it gently, then nipped the padded flesh. She closed her eyes as his gentleness overwhelmed her. "Lissa, naneun dangsingwa salang-eul nanugo sip-eoyo. Jagiya, dangsingwa salang-eul nanugo sip-eoyo," he said breathlessly.
Lissa moaned. She straddled him and began grinding on him, moving her hips in a circular motion. Jordan gripped her firmly and sat up. He made her wrap her legs around his waist and began squeezing fervently. She was sweating more now. He smiled with satisfaction.
He stared into her eyes. His smokey, green eyes were looking at her with a passion so deep, Lissa was lost in his gaze as she stared at him. She bounced on him, moaning his name, "Jor--Jordan ... ohh!" He was biting his bottom lip. She arched her back, grinding on him, while moaning his name. She could feel that he was aroused.
Jordan buried his face in her bosom and gently sucked on her cleavage. He moved his hands behind her back and brushed them on her bra. "Lissa," he said, "your breasts are beautiful. I want to feel you on my chest. I promise not to touch them. Do you trust me?"
She looked at him shyly. She nodded. "You promise?"
"I promise. I just want to feel you," he said.
"I'm a little sweaty," she said chuckling. "I don't mind," he said smiling back at her.
She nodded. "Okay," she said. Closing his eyes, he unhooked her bra. She bent her shoulders forward, so he could pull it down. She pressed herself into him and he released a rushed breath when he felt her perky flesh on him. He laid the bra on the bed beside them.
He circled his arms around her and drew her down with him. "Hmm," he said softly.
Lissa lay on him and stretched out her legs. Her left leg rested on the bed, while her right was nestled between his thighs. She could feel his erection on her upper thigh. She moved her chin to get comfortable and folded her arms on his chest. This was sweet torture. She wanted him to take her, but was afraid to make the first move. She was also aware of his chest hair--soft and ticklish on her sensitive nipples.
As she adjusted herself to get more comfortable on him, her nipples brushed against his chest hair; his warm skin, and hardened. A tingling sensation started from her loins and spread across her body. She shivered, her mouth opened and a soft moan escaped her lips.
Jordan opened his eyes and looked at her face. "I wanna make love to you, Lissa," he told her. He squeezed her hips. "Ohh!" Lissa moaned. He grunted. "Lissa, hmm ... you're so sweet," he said.
Jordan loved the way her breasts and nipples felt on his chest. He groaned, wanting to suck them for her. He caressed the soft flesh of her back and sighed. Lissa's loins clenched, causing her pelvis muscles to tighten. The sweet ache of desire was building inside her. She closed her eyes and breathed in his cologne.
Jordan could feel the sweat running off her onto him, but he didn't mind. He was also aware of her distinct body odour and liked it. It mingled with the flowery fragrance on her skin and made her scent even more potent to his senses.
"I wish I could have you. I wish you were mine," he told her. His voice was deep and hypnotic.
She looked at his face. She wondered what it would feel like if he made love to her. He brushed his fingers on her right cheek. She didn't know what to say. He squeezed her to him. He patted her head on his chest and closed his eyes. "Close your eyes, Lis," he said. Lissa sighed. She briefly closed her eyes. She could feel his heart beating under her. It was almost as if it was beating through her, matching hers pulsing inside her chest.
She looked at his face, her dark eyes were filled with desire. "Jordan," she moaned softly. "Hmm ... make love to me," she whispered. He rolled over so that she was on her back, and he on top of her. He kissed her neck, her eyelids, her cheeks.
Lissa arched up to him. She was burning up for him. He looked at her lips. "So beautiful. Hmm ... so delicate," he whispered. He lifted himself, straightening his arms.
He looked down at her. Her eyes were half closed, her body moving sensually under him. I wish I could have her. "You deserve to be treated like a delicate flower. A flower takes time to bud and bloom. It needs to be watered and nurtured."
He touched her face. "I want to be the one to nurture and pick your flower, Lissa." He paused as he stared at her eyes. He sighed. "But, I can't." He kissed her moist brow. He lay beside her and gathered her in his arms. He licked her salty flavor off his lips. Lissa watched as his tongue moved across his lips and almost groaned.
"Are you comfortable like this or do you want to put on your blouse?" he asked. Lissa blinked. "Huh?" she asked. He smiled at her. "Your blouse? You wanna put it on or be naked with me?" he teased.
Lissa sighed. "I'll get dressed," she answered. She was disappointed they wouldn't go further. Maybe if her dad hadn't said anything to Jordan, he would be more willing to have her, but now he was skittish.
She reached for her pajama blouse. Jordan closed his eyes. Lissa sat up and put it on. She didn't want to put her bra on right now. She took it up, folded it and rested it on the night stand. She lay down and he opened his eyes.
Jordan pulled her to him and held her close. She pressed herself into him. Jordan rubbed her back as he caressed her. "I'm sorry. I'm getting sweat on you," she said apologetically. He chuckled. "That's fine. I love when you're wet, and I love your smell," he told her. Lissa felt a shock of pleasure run through her at his words. Oh lort! she mused.
He lifted his head and gently kissed her brow. "Get some sleep," he said tenderly. Her heart was pounding from their encounter, but nothing further would happen between them. She wondered if she should make a move to seduce him, but decided not to.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax. "Good night Jordan," she said.
"Good night," he replied. He hummed a soft tune, and after five minutes her eyes drooped and she fell asleep.
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References:
The language is Korean.
Yeppeun yeoja, nae kkeo doe-eo jullae - Translated: Pretty girl, will you be mine? - 예쁜 여자, 내꺼 되어 줄래?
Jagiya, dangsingwa salang-eul nanugo sip-eoyo - Honey, I want to make love to you (Literal Translation: Honey, I want to share love with you) - 자기야, 당신과 사랑을 나누고 싶어요 (Endearing).
Naneun dangsingwa salang-eul nanugo sip-eoyo - I want to make love to you (Literal Translation: I want to share love with you) - 나는 당신과 사랑을 나누고 싶어요 (Direct approach).
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