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"I don't think I can explain it," he murmured, turning his gaze back to her. "I just knew I liked you the moment I laid eyes on you. And I've seen plenty of women working here. No other's taken my breath away like how you did..."
*** Shawn swore his backside was falling asleep as he waited for Morango to leave his room. "Hurry up," he grumbled eager to strike Jolan with revenge. He hoped it would make him cry. |
"It all sounds so nice hearing you say that. You understand what it's like being hurt by someone with money. There's also the chance of being used because you have it. We're not supposed to mix; the wealthy and the poor. There's just so many things against it."
As she spoke she moved closer to him. Close enough that Tares's arms easily moved around her waist while both her hands moved to his cheeks to hold his head. "You can't help you who like." Careja's lips silenced Tares' words with a deep kiss. |
Paraiba tapped his fingers against the glass of his fifth drink.
"Did...we ever get his name?" Fernando shook his head in response. If they did, he had forgotten it. Paraiba sighed and reluctantly walked back to the front desk to question the clerk. Dulce, the clerk said, frightened that the new patron would get him fired. Fernando had sipped his drink and perked up some at the sound of the name when Paraiba repeated it to him. The dark blue haired youth had sighed and ordered his sixth. |
"Dulce, your sister has great taste." Fernando smirked as he dragged his finger along the outside rim of his glass.
"Do you know them." "Know them, I've tasted most of them." Paraiba blinked. "What?" Fernando's son spoke of his promiscuity, but this was a little much. "The rich people I kept company with buy Dulce drinks to show off how wealthy they are to poor insignificants like me. They're a huge drink company from Brazil. The absolute best if you're interested in the fruity pleasures of life." Fernando moved his hand from his drink to lay over Paraiba's. "The bottles cost nearly ten times what I would offer myself up for." He thought about it. "Of course the prices vary depending on the status of Dulce family ranking. I'm not sure what your sister's Pessego Dulce would be. If you go to the bar and look at the pricing, you can tell how important he is in the family." |
Paraiba stared at Fernando, finding it a little hard to absorb how drinks could cost so much. Rising, he went to the bar to question the bartender which drink was from Pessego Dulce. He bought a bottle and returned with it to Fernando. The older man would not be able to get over how the wealthy was able to buy things without even blinking. Since he sat beside him, Fernando set out to feel over his thigh.
Pouring them both a glass, Paraiba watched the rich color flow. He could already smell the aroma, and his mouth watered some. If they were as great as Fernando attested, he might start drinking this. |
Fernando smirked some as the sheer nearly white peach liquid in the glass. "You're going to spoil me."
"You deserve it." "So where was this bottle located?" "The top one." Fernando whistled. "Felicity landed the big daddy of the company." He stopped Paraiba's hand when he lifted his glass. Instead, Fernando held the glass he was pourd to Paraiba's lips. He tilted it back as Paraiba drank from it. "Well?" Paraiba gave a simple answer to the explosion of flavor in his mouth. "Delicious." |
"This isn't what I imagined...fruity alcohol...as being expensive. Wouldn't some men think of this as a fruity drink?"
"Not at all," Fernando laughed. "What could be more manly than to be able to say I have so much money I can afford the best of life?" "What makes it so great?" Paraiba received a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Fernando was able to capture the taste of the alcohol and his lips. A soft mm before he responded. "The family makes it by hand." "...that's a lot of work." |
"I can imagine that it is. Maybe you can get Pessego to show you how to do it. Walking around strawberry bushes with you to make a liquid salvation seems like a hot time." Fernando drank some more of the liquor.
"Anytime with you is a hot time." ~~ Colado stood up from his seat and nudged Shawn who had nearly fallen asleep waiting. "Morango's gone." Colado's hand raised to signal four men to go with Shawn to Jolan's room. They had already been given the instructions. They would go with Shawn and act as his goons. They would keep Morango from entering the room until Colado showed up at the opportune time with a contingent of his own people to get Shawn and defeat Shawn's people. Then he would offer Jolan and Morango the joys of the world, a happy environment to love each other. He smirked, Shawn was unsuspecting. Poor simpleton. |
Shawn was full of grins. His chest has puffed as he marched in, ready to reunite Jolan with what had gotten together. He had been forceful when they were just starting to date. Now wouldn't be any different. Though, the mood had changed from lust to revenge.
He was going to pay for picking a Mexican over him! Jolan strummed away on his guitar a few notes of sadness. His poor face...He'd pout, but it would hurt more. He heard the footsteps. "Back so soon? Missed me that much, huh?" Shawn pounced him. Stupid slut! |
Morango headed back with the food from the store next door when he heard the shouts and noises coming from Jolan's room. The food dropped from his hands as he rushed to try to get in the room. The four men blocked morango's entrance.
"Jolan!" Morango shouted for his boyfriend as he was grabbed by the four men. He could see into the room. Jolan was in severe pain as Shawn enforced his revenge on him. Try as he might, there was no way he could break through the guards. Four was too much for him to overpower. Colado smirked as he left his place at a slow walking pace. The contingent of guards followed Colado, the minute the elevator doors opened the show began. Colado's calm smirk turned to one of surprise and devastation. "Morango!" He rushed over to him. Morango showed initial shock at the sight of Colado before shouting that Jolan was inside the room. Colado wasted no time in motioning his guards behind him to break the four guards so Morango could get in to help his boyfriend. Two more of colado's men went in to grab Shawn away from Jolan. Shawn gaped at the surprise of being pulled off Jolan. The guards pulled Shawn into the hallway where Colado waited. Morango wasted no time on Shawn since the guards were taking him away. Instead his attention was given to Jolan. "Joey." he pulled Jolan into his arms to hold. "God, I'm so sorry I left you." Shawn tried to fight against the men pulling him into the hall. He glared at Colado when he saw him. "What the hell is this?! YOU SAID--" Colado smirked at him. "Thank you for playing the game." He laid a kiss on Shawn's cheek before motioning the guards to take him somewhere to be dumped. |
Morango held onto Jolan, pulling his disheveled clothing back the best he could for the time being. He couldn't imagine how quickly this had gone down while he was humming out of boredom in line. A Dulce...waiting in line! Imagine! The guards distanced themselves from the couch to wait on more orders. Colado stood in the doorway, smirking and waiting for the right moment to speak.
"I don't even know why I'm crying," Jolan said, wiping away tears from his eyes as his voice trembled. "That's how it always was with him." "It's alright," Morango said, comforting him with a kiss on the head. "I'm here." *** His arm had fallen asleep. Yet he decided not to move it. He wanted to hold her as long as she would allow it. Pessego's fingers ran through her raven hair. His lips brushed her head, smelling that intoxicating scent she wore. Felicity shifted, allowing him to free his arm of the stiff position it was in. But he still held her, willing away the pain of the rushing blood. Instead of moving the slipping sheets down her shoulder as he would have liked, he pulled them up. Blue eyes opened up under a flutter of eyelashes and a smile was on her lips. She looked so childlike. |
Colado moved closer, doing his best to keep the smirk from his face instead replacing it with one of concern and love for his brother. "Is your friend alright, Morango?"
Morango looked up from Jolan's face to see Colado standing next to him. "I'm with him, he'll be alright. Thank you, Colado. If you hadn't come by..." "Oh please, I'm thankful I was here. I came to talk to you when I heard your voice." "I don't know how he got away from Pessego." Colado made his MOST concerned face. The glimmer in his eyes turned solemn as he looked down. "I've...I've been following Pessego. He just let that boy, Shawn I think, he let him go. I'm ashamed to say how much I know about the situation, it's sinful to eavesdrop, but he mentioned not wanting you and your friend together." Morango's jaw tightened. Pessego was the devil. "If you need help..." Colado laid his hand on his brother's shoulder. "I'm here for you. You know more than anyone how much I care about following what your heart wants." "Colado, how long are you staying?" "I wanted to see you all again, so I'll be staying as long as you are." "Give me your number, we should talk more. Not right now though." "Of course." Colado reached into his pocket for a receipt from his breakfast and write his number on the back of it. He set it on the table. "I'll send my guard to bring your friend ...aide, and I'll direct him to stay watch outisde your door." "Thank you." The moment Colado's back was to Jolan and Morango his smirk reappeared once again. Taking candy from a baby.. |
"I didn't think your brother would stoop so low..."
"I didn't think so either." Morango was distraught at his brother's betrayal. To do this to his boyfriend...Now this made him even more possessive of Jolan. "Maybe it's best if we don't---" "Don't speak. I'll be here to protect you." |
Pessego laid one last kiss on Felicity's lips before gathering his things to dress. He was sure Paraiba and Fernando wanted to come up again. The amount of time that had passed was already a slight indication of what had gone on between himself and Felicity.
"I'm going to get your brother to come up and see you again." Felicity watched him as he moved, fastening on his watch, buttoning his shirt, making himself just as undisheveled as he had been the moment he walked in. "Alright.." "With his permission, I'd like to stay guard over you tonight. I'll talk to him about it." A giggle came from his beautiful companion. She was more than sure he wanted to stay the night with her as more than a chance to protect her from intruders. Pessego smiled at her giggle. "I'll be right back." He headed down to retrieve Paraiba and Fernando. The couple was easy to spot since Paraiba's blue hair and Fernando's violet shade stuck out amongst the sea of brown, black, blond. On the table he noticed the Dulce liquor bottle. They must have guessed it was his. Paraiba's family was indeed as wealthy as he and Felicity let on. He walked over to the two. "I thought I'd let you know Felicity is awake if you wanted to see her." He motioned to the bottle. "Did you enjoy it? I'd be more than happy to give you as many as you would like, complementary." |
Fernando smirked, finding the complementary gift to be what a businessman could perceive as a fair trade with being with Paraiba's sister. Or perhaps a peace offering to not be disturbed by his affections for the girl. Devious beast, he thought with a chuckle.
"Thank you. I appreciate your generosity," the dark blue haired youth said. Pessego nodded in response. "We'll be lodging in a room by hers to give her the privacy she wants." The Brazilian interpreted this as either a welcome to continue spending time with her or as a warning that he would be watching. And "we"? Pessego looked at the smirking servant, seated with his master and sipping away at a drink he couldn't afford after a lifetime of service. It was just hard to believe such a prestigious family would allow such a union... |
"Paraiba, I want you to know that I'll have my own people look into what happened with Felicity." He wondered if it was imperative he tell him about Colado. If he did he might not let him see her again because of the dangerous family relation. It was best to have everything on the table though.
Pessego pulled a chair out and sat down with the two. "I wanted to let you know that my intentions with Felicity are extremely sincere, that's why I feel it's importantant to tell you about my brother. My brother happens to have a knack for revenge against my family. I'm hoping he has nothing to do with what happened,which is why I'm looking into it...very closely." |
"Your brother?" Fernando and Paraiba spoke at the same time.
The youth continued his questioning. "What more can you tell me about him? What's his name, what does he look like? My guards will work with yours to find out everything." |
Colado nodded. "I'm sure if we both work together we can figure it out. His name is Colado, he has white hair to his shoulders. He looks a great deal like me. He has it out against the family since he wasn't able to inherit anything because of his affair with a servant we had." He glanced at Fernando, apparently there wasn't anything wrong with that in Paraiba's family.
~~~ Careja awoke with a start. She sat straight up on the couch where she had fallen asleep in Tares' arms. Her hand moved to her bare neck as a way of checking to see if Colado's hands were there strangling her as they had been in her dream. Nothing. After a sigh of relief she turned to look back at Tares. Had she really relented all her mother and father's teachings about proper ettiquite of a woman and given him everything? The flutter in her chest at the sight of him sleeping and the feel of his bare body against her own told her the answer. She asked herself silently if she regretted it. A smile came across her lips. "Not in the least." Her hand found it's way through Tares' hair. She would get up, dress, look her best so he would see the woman he was so infatuated with the moment he woke up. It gave her high spirits to think about exactly how much he liked her. She moved off the sofa as carefully as she could without trying to wake him. The shift of her weight to climb over him caused Tares to stir awake. He reached out and took her wrist in his hand. "Where are you going?" Was she leaving him? "Don't leave me." Had his mother's warning been true, they had dissapeared last night while they were locked in passionate kisses. Careja pulled her wrist from him. Tares considered the firey red head was about to slap him, instead her hand held his. Entangling his fingers with her own. "I wanted to get dressed so I would be beautiful when you woke up." Was she serious? What could have been more beautiful than the way she looked now; her hair tossled, the throw blanket held by her other hand to cover herself. "You couldn't possibly beat how perfect you look right now. Stay with me awhile longer." He pulled her hand to bring her back to lay with him. Before relenting she laid a kiss atop his forehead. "Your mother isn't going to be happy with you." "No." "Maybe if I met her?" |
Tares stared at Careja, surprised that she would offer to see his mother. "Really? You'd like to?"
She smiled and nodded. He was thrilled by the idea. "For lunch, perhaps?" His hands followed her curves. "She would love you." Tares was pushing the fact that he could never be her husband unless she ran away with him as far as he could in his mind. He wanted to live for the present and enjoy every last moment with her before her vacation ended. She would fade away like a dream. |
"That sounds wonderful." Careja pulled away from him again. "I really do need to get up then."
Tares held onto her arm and gave a teasing no in response. She giggled and laughed. "I have to look nice for your mom. You should get dressed too, shower, change clothes." The idea of a shower enticed him to offer a shower with her. "That would make it unproductive. Go back to your place, come see me again in two hours, right here. Okay?" Tares smiled as she rose from the sofa and headed towards the bathroom. "I can't wait." She waved at him and blew him a kiss before closing the door. "Two hours." |
Tares reluctantly dressed and went to his room. He would clean up his mother's place some, put in some flowers, and make it as presentable as possible for the most perfect girl in the world. He sighed contently. If only this happiness could last forever.
*** Felicity had gathered the sheets from her bed, embarrassed by them. A maid was going to take them away. When she heard a knock, she expected it to be room service. The sheets fell when she saw Pessego. A blush quickly rush over her. Softly, he planted a kiss upon her lips. She giggled and looked away. So cute. His eyes glanced down at the red. A brow arched. He couldn't imagine whoever attacked her in the stairway to be gentle with her. Nor did he feel or smell anything disgusting, now that he thought about it. Something wasn't adding up. He would've thought about it more had her arms not draped over him, pulling him into a tight embrace. |
Pessego sat with Felicity on the couch, his arms still wrapped around her. His face grew solemn from the topic he needed to address next.
"Felicity, are you sure there's nothing you remember about the other night?" ~~ Careja wore one of her best sun dresses with her gloves and a hat. The pearls on her neck and ears were the ones her own mother owned. She thought it was only suitable she wear them considering she was going to see Tares' mother. By the time Tares showed up at her door she had checked herself repeatedly to make sure every curl and fold of material was perfect. The knock at her door made her smile, she opened it and greeted Tares by offering her hand to him joined with a kiss to his cheek. "I already began to miss you." |
Felicity's smile dropped. Her hand slid over his chest as she tried to piece together what she could recall.
"There was a man," she started. "He kidnapped me from the elevators and told me he was doing it because he wanted to hurt you." The girl was frightened to tell him more, and her shudders made it clear. "Your brother. Colado...I---I tried to get away, and I can't remember anything after that. I just woke up here." *** Tares felt his heart flutter. She missed him. "You're so beautiful, Careja." He admired her from her dress to her shoes before he gazed into her eyes. She felt a quiver run up her spine. Felt so good to be embraced by those warm eyes. Careja watched the halls change in quality as they approached where Tares had lived most of his life. Away were the lavish decor and lighting she had been looking at for the entirety of her stay. She would have felt threatened had she been alone. Her grasp on his arm tightened some. He kissed her head and whispered that he would protect her. There was nothing around to harm her, but he liked feeling like a knight in shining armor. Her knight. He knocked at the door before unlocking and opening it to alert his mother he was there. Careja took in a breath, wondering who this woman could be. "Tares?" "Mami." The woman looked up from her mending. Her eyes widened. "I would like you to meet Careja." Teresa Luisa looked worried and hurt. "Tares, how many times have I told you..." she looked as if she could cry at the thought of this beautiful, rich young woman hurting her son. |
Pessego felt over Felicity's hand, stroking it comfortingly. "I'm sorry. I didn't think he had seen the two of us together. Felicity, I'd understand if you didn't want to see me anymore. I don't think he's going to stop coming after us."
Felicity's hand grasped he soft shirt Pessego wore. "No. I want to be with you." "You're going to get hurt again." "Why does he hate you so badly?" "He wanted to inherit our business, but my parents didn't relent it soon enough for him. He killed them, so we had to banish him away from us. That's how I know he wont stop. He's going to come after us repeatedly." ~~~ Careja looked at the expression on the woman's face. It hurt her to see such a pained look and tears whelling in the same eyes she loved on Tares. Maybe seeing her wasn't such a good idea. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you or Tares." Careja removed the white gloves from her hands and the hat she had pinned in her hair. She wanted to tell Teresa that it wouldn't end in pain like it had for her, but she knew that wouldn't be the case. Instead of addressing the woman like she had planned, Careja turned towards Tares. "Your mother's right. We shouldn't pretend like it wont end badly. I wanted to be with you because I feel so happy in your arms and safe, but I can't just use you because it makes me feel this way. I have to leave today, as soon as possible to be away from you." The red head tried to fill her words with the same disdain she used when she had talked to him before, but try as she might they came out soft and sad. She ached for the kind of attention he gave her and the way he held her washed all her troubles away. |
“Oh my god.” Felicity covered her mouth. “Your brother killed your parents?”
Pessego nodded. “He’s an awful person...” His fingers brushed aside some of her stray hairs, yet another opportunity to feel over her cheek. Her bright blue eyes had gone cloudy with distress. “I’m so sorry, Pessego...” His heart sank. He knew it would be best if they broke up. Then Colado wouldn’t hurt her. But he still... “It must be terrible...to lose your parents and have your brother betray you like that.” The girl laid against him, holding his shoulder. “I can’t even imagine such a thing. It’s horrifying.” She closed her eyes for a moment then raised them back to meet with his. “I don’t want him to stop us.” “You’re so optimistic.” “You can only move forward with hope.” He took her hands into his. “I’m worried about your safety. Everything that happened to you in just those few days...that’s just a taste of what he could do. He’s dangerous.” “I don’t think it’s possible for you to live your entire life miserable. That’s what he wants. He’s controlling everyone with the threat of hurting them to hurt you all.” |
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