All Chapters of Loves Healing Redemption: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Downstairs, a black car idles at the curb, tinted windows luxury spelled out clearly. Val standing beside it, checking his phone, looks up and smiles. When he sees her emerge-bag slung over her shoulder, suitcase at her feet and the small French Bulldog behind her-his expression shifts. Softens. He asks Ready to go, need any help? As I’ll ever be I suppose and no I’ve got it thanks, she reply's apprehensively as she gestures for Enzo to jump into the car. Vale’s gaze drops to the dog-small, loyal, at odds with the world he inhabits, much like Val himself. He crouches slightly, extends his hand without pressure. Enzo sniffs, his head rubs Val's hand. She moves to put her things in the back along with Enzo’s bed but Val takes it from her and says don’t worry I don’t mind helping, Lets put the bigger stuff in the trunk, hand it over. He says sweetly. Zora is suprized by his gentlemanly ways she was not expecting him to be kind. The leather is soft, expensive. Everything about this screa

The morning light catches her hair illuminating the red highlights in her strawberry-blonde hair, and he traces it with one finger-consumed, obsessed. She’s still asleep, her breathing deep and even. He maps the landscape of her like a man reading scripture. The freckles across her shoulder, the thin scar along her ribs-a story he doesn’t know yet but wants to, the lines around her eyes that speak of laughter, of living, of choosing herself. His hand settles on her hip, possessive, grateful she stayed. Enzo shifts, lifting his head to watch with quiet understanding. Val doesn’t move, doesn’t want to break this-moment where everything feels honest. She starts to stir not used to being touched by anyone but Enzo during her sleep and is a bit startled and disoriented for a moment until she sees his face looking at her as if she is the most important thing in the world and it eliminates her walls and she is suddenly very vulnerable and feels a bit exposed. Her eyes flutter open. For a m

Zora outreaches her hand and says hello glad to meet you so you’re the right hand? She says not merely meant as a question but more of a statement. She gestures for him to resume sitting and follows Val into the room this allow him to gently pull her onto his lap ever watchful of the new person in this game, she doesn’t show her interest in the situation merely looks calm and interested in the introductions. Marco’s scarred face breaks into something that might be a smile. He settles back into his chair, clearly amused by her directness. Responding he says right hand, left hand, whatever’s needed. Been with Val for twenty-three years now like he said he’s like a brother. His eyes assess her-not with judgment, but with the practiced eye of someone who reads people for a living. Val has been married twice both failed and this, this feels different He thinks to himself already assessing the situation. You’re the recovery counselor. The statement he makes is a clear assertion of his kno

He says come here and pulls her back to the desk sitting her on his lap and tells her We both know this is going to change things but if we are diligent and honest with eachother it will work out great not only helping others but we can have a great life too if you only let it happen I will fight by your side. I’m not going anywhere ever.. Zora. Can you try and do the same? He asks and she grabs his face pulling his him for a deep passionate answer that completes every sentence, every questions, nothing hidden. Mmmmm she moans as he pulls away.. Okay so, now what she asks while tilting herself in his lap and unbuttoning a button on his shirt while looking at him through her eyelashes a clear invitation to something a bit more enjoyable...Val’s breath catches as her fingers work the button free. His hand moves to her waist, steadying her against him as she settles deeper into his lap and he responds with Now? Now we figure out if you’re serious about staying. His voice is rough, edge

As they walk through his front door, He says I’ve arranged for us to dine out side tonight and he leads the to the balcony. As they step out onto the balcony the table is set under the stars on the terrace with fairy lighted lanterns and she qwerks a brow wondering where they came from the isn’t a touch a man like Val would consider to have at the ready he’s more like a tiki torch kinda guy so what’s up with that she notices more tiny romantic touches and smiles. Then says The chef must have heard that I’m not just some girl your trying to bed. She giggles..as Val sets down his wine glass, watching her notice the lanterns stung between the terrace columns. His expression shifts-caught. He leans back in his chair, the corner of his mouth quirking. Marco didn’t mention you.. I did, two months ago, I told her everything, what I wanted, who you were what I had learned from watching you for a month. Her and Marco have been waiting for this for a while, they know what you mean to me. The fa