Is Rafaella's life in danger from gunfire? Find out from reading this chapter. Feel free to comment, and enjoy!
"I'm finished with the guests, Tim. Take care of them and make sure the kids are OK." "Right away," Timothy said. They might have information to share with you about that situation, so I'll also speak to our three other guests. "That's good. "Alexus silently nodded. When Timothy emerged, he asked Rafaella, Feeling better now?" "Yes, a little bit." "Hang on. I'm about to jump into bed." He turned to the other side of the bed, lowered his feet, and climbed onto the bed while her eyes silently followed him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and drew her very close. Rafaella's face was buried in his neck, and her head rested on his right shoulder. He told her, "You've got something to say. Would you mind explaining what you're doing on the balcony?" She said in a low, collected voice, "Just getting some fresh air. And I had no idea someone was standing behind the large trees, staring at the balcony. I believe he was staring at me." Alexus was stunned at what she said and was
“Fine. I had great moments with my old buddy Lambert. Thanks for taking care of the company while I was away.” "I guess, part of my job," he chuckled. "It's great to run this for a while, although it's not a cup of my tea barking at their shortcomings. To update you, Marla filed for divorce." Alexus was speechless for a moment at the unexpected update. "Why?" He asked as he managed to speak. "She wanted me to back her up by returning to work here. She said she doesn't need the big lump sum of cash you gave her for running the business while you were recuperating." "She can use it to fund her own business. She's good..." "Then why didn't you retain her?" "It's her ways of thinking I didn't like, conniving with Sandy and turning my secretary and admin to spy on me. So, I decided to clean up the termites here before I could continue running the business. How's Martin?" "He's working fine. I like working with him." "Yep. I'm glad that one was not corrupted by working with David.
"Yes, but I should get one as well..." "C'mon, Josh," interjected Timothy. His hand motioned the little boy to come to him. "Okay, Mommy," Joshua said as he approached the therapist. "Are you giving me a teddy bear?" Timothy put his arm around the boy's shoulder as they started to walk. "Stuffed toys are mostly for girls like your sister." "But what do I get? I did not receive anything..." "How about ice cream later?" Rafaella smiled but did not hear her son's answer. "I have no doubt my son has that jealous streak," she commented. "And somewhat possessive..." "That's normal with kids that age. Even if you deliver the twins by cesarean section, he will be considered the youngest of the two. He's the one who was very sensitive for the first two years as he gets sick quickly. Rafaella stared at the agent woman. "How did you know?" "Because I was mostly with you when I was your bodyguard." "Oh," she reacted in surprise. "I didn't know that..." "Gwen, you got a pho
Agents were skilled at producing props to mask the nature of their activity, the covert operation. She greatly respected their commitment to their effort to safeguard their subject and was in awe of their fearlessness.She continued to think about the agent woman. She hoped to resume the conversation she had begun earlier regarding the subject with Gwen. During their discussion, she deduced that the agent woman knew her and the twins just before her accident. She was intrigued by several things that bothered her, mainly how she and her spouse interacted.Her eyes drifted over the beautiful view of the sunset. There were no clouds in the sky and a lovely breeze across the land. The stars tonight bring back memories of the clear sky.She wished to be in the ocean but realized what her mind was doing was wrong. She must constantly exercise caution.She sighed and turned, allowing the pillows to puff up around her as she fell onto the hotel's king-sized bed. Her arms lay above her head. A
"Alright. All I can tell you now is that she used to be my girlfriend. But I'd rather you ask me about us in person." "Okay, that's fine. And thank you for telling me about her. Although--" "Wait. If a string of questions relates to her, you better ask me in person. So we save time for misunderstanding." "Why? Is there something I should know more about?" "That depends on how you react later when you think further. But what triggers you to ask me? That's more than a month she barged in here." "Do I need to explain why I asked you just now?" She answered evasively. "You seemed to be not in the mood. Shall I video call you?" "Not now," she denied. "You're right; I'm not in the mood to talk." "Alright. Do we have that monthly sickness?" Rafaella's eyes darted to the air. Her cheeks felt warm. "Well? Do I get an answer?" "Yeah, just done today but how did you know?" She admitted despite the embarrassment. "Because I know you... You do things you don't usually do unless you'
When Alexus drew in several long breaths, he reminded himself that he had best get under control. After turning off the water, he dried his hands and piled plates, silverware, and napkins on the casserole and salad tray. The doctor had cautioned him not to rush Rafaella. The neurologist concluded that a concussion caused Rafaella's memory loss, the shock of the attack, or both. Her condition would probably be transient. When the time was right, she would recall her identity and the specifics of her past. He planned to take care of her and work to regain her trust throughout the remaining days, weeks, or however much time he had. Alexus considered it a good idea to phone the detective in the interim and inform him of the most recent information regarding the attack that brought his wife and children to this community. He might just be paranoid, which was unrelated to Rafaella's attack. But the investigator gave the impression that he believed the incident to be more than just a botche
"Did I get it?" To stifle the surge of yearning that raged through his veins. Alexus swallowed firmly. His voice was hoarse with desire, but he said, "No. He gritted his teeth and begged for courage when she acted again. "Has it vanished?" Alexus acknowledged that praying wouldn't help. He cared for the issue himself since he was unwilling to endure that torment again. He said, "Hold on. I'll take it." As soon as his hands touched her, Alexus understood his error. His fist-sized yearning was quickly accelerated to areas due south when he ran his thumb across the corner of her lower lip. Rafaella appeared to have come upon the same road as him based on her short breath intake and the expression of hunger and perplexity in her dark eyes. The hell with it, he thought. He slid his hand around her neck to get her closer before his guilt or reason could intervene. His mouth was crushed on hers. Just a sample, he told himself. But there was an instantaneous shock that rivaled
Rafaella took a long breath to calm her confused mind after being surprised by the romantic comparison her brain had made. She noticed his aroma as she was doing so—and male sweat. She remembered that kiss they had earlier exchanged while she was no longer gripped by the terror that had almost rendered her helpless. Once more, she felt that pull on her memory. He tasted good on her lips, she could see herself in his arms, and she could feel his mouth and hands on her body. Rafaella shook in fear. She knew the heat curling low in her belly wasn't just a reminiscence. It was a need, a feminine yearning, for Alexus to kiss her and touch her once more. "Are you feeling better now that the worst storm is over?" "Yeah, thanks for your assistance." "Hmm. You don't need to tell me that. Naturally, I will be around as your husband. We'll have rain for at least two to three days, so we're stuck in the house for a while." "Which will affect the kids' mood," she replied. "They love spending