As Rachel and her mother strolled down the road that led to their personal house, she noticed that Sophia’s car was parked outside the gate. She was probably inside waiting for them to return.
Her mother, Amanda pushed the door open and they walked into their apartment. Sophia rose to her feet and hugged both of them before Amanda strolled to her room to take a nap. “How did the meeting with your father go?”
“It went well, even though he tried so hard to be strong but anyone could see he was devastated and heartbroken by everything we revealed to him” Rachel answered.
Sophia swept her gaze over Rachel as she moved to settle on a sofa. “Take a look at yourself, you look so lovesick. Anyone who catches a glimpse of you would think you just got a divorce.”
Rachel closed her eyes briefly. She hated the way she had been feeling lately, it was like her mind wanted to believe at all cost that George was innocent, that he didn’t know anything about what his father did to her family. She missed him so much.
Smiling and laughing with him. His hugs, his eyes, his kisses….
She had been thinking deeply for days about why he decided to investigate the case with her at the beginning, if he already knew about his father’s plan all along? Did it make sense? Did he just do it to fool her?
“I don’t know what you want me to say…” Rachel answered quietly. Lately, she was too tired to talk.
“You know…” Sophia opened a box of food she already ordered and pushed a plate to Rachel’s direction. “…. the more I think about all of this and I remember the different occasions when I met George, it doesn’t add up. Personally, I don’t think he is aware of his father’s crime”
“Really?” Rachel’s eyes lit up a bit with relief when Sophia said exactly what she was thinking.
“Yea, don’t get me wrong though. I am not saying that I am a hundred percent sure he is innocent. I am just following my instincts and I have a strong feeling that he is not aware of anything”
“I understand you, really. I also don’t know what to think”
“Can you stop being so hard on yourself and him too?” Sophia pushed a bottle of orange juice to her “I know it is not an easy thing to do but pushing him away like this especially if he is actually innocent is going to hurt you in the long run. He must be feeling so terrible, wondering what he did wrong when he probably didn’t do anything wrong at all…”
“I know. I have been thinking about if I am too hard on him lately” Rachel sighed, mentally exhausted by ‘everything’.
“I remember you said he was investigating the case by himself. Do you know if he has discovered the final truth?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t think so. What am I supposed to do from now on?”
Sophia tilted her head to the side, thinking about the next step. “Of course, the next step is to open a case because we have evidence. But I think he has to know about this before we push forward with a court case.”
“I thought you said I should keep the details away from him, so why?”
“He has to know so that when we decide to take things to court, you will be sure of where he stands. When he discovers the truth, will he choose his family over your father or vice versa?”
Rachel nodded in approval “I see what you mean. Why didn’t I ever think about that?”
“The thing I have been wanting to tell you is, even though we have enough evidence to bring Morris Scott to his knees, we still have to consider how the ‘real’ world works. We still have greedy lawyers and attorneys who lack integrity. Morris has the money, we have the evidence but we both know the only language that people in this world understand is money. Obviously, Morris will be the winner at the end if we don’t act carefully”
Rachel frowned and shook her head “That makes absolutely no sense!”
“That’s how the real world works, my dear” Sophia responded and winked at her “you have to know where George stands because if he decides to stand with his mother and father and they all combine their ‘resources’ against you, you are going to lose. But if either George or his mother stands with you, then you have a fighting chance….”
“I see….”
“The point is this. If the person you were up against was a random average middle class person, then you’d still have a fighting chance. But the person in this case is Morris. He is a sneaky fox and to top it, he has a lot of money!! The only thing we can hope for is that the attorneys handling this case won’t be easily swayed by money”
Rachel placed her hand on her forehead and sighed “This is so exhausting, more than I imagined!”
“There’s also something that has been on my mind for a while. It’s just a suspicion, my detective brain just won’t stop working…”
“What is it?”
“Ever since you told me about how George got those burns and scars over five years ago, I have been very uneasy. In my opinion, I believe it wasn’t an ‘accident’. I may be wrong”
“What?” Rachel shrieked, my eyes widening at the gravity of what Sophia just said. “Are you saying there’s a chance his accident was planned by someone trying to kill him?”
“I’m not sure about it. It’s just a suspicion. I have seen a few similar cases like that. In the end, I don’t have any evidence to prove what I just said. But just keep it in mind and keep an eye on everybody in that creepy villa”
Rachel laughed when she said ‘creepy’.
“Alright, I will, my dear detective”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Rachel dragged her feet from the bathroom as she reached for the door that led to the bedroom she shared with George. Walking over to a table mirror nearby, she peered at her reflection, observing the dark circles that stained under her eye and how puffy her eyes were.
Adjusting the towel around her body, she sighed for the hundredth time that day. She had not been sleeping well lately and she was emotionally stressed. Her eyes looked like fried meatballs. Ugh!
She was so exhausted. Waking up everyday, looking at George but not being able to hold him, touch him, kiss him, taste h-
Ugh!! Stop it, Rachel!
She missed him so much. The warmth of his body, the taste of his lips, his warm breath touching her bare nipples that ached, just like how they were aching now….
Aching for him…
Get a hold of yourself, Rachel!! Her mind urged her, but too late, her body already had a mind of its own.
The main door of the bedroom opened and George stepped in with a sad expression on his face. Moving further into the room, he caught sight of Rachel and his face brightened “When did you get back?”
“About thirty minutes ago” Rachel answered quietly, trying to get a grip on her ‘desire’.
George noticed her puffy eyes and moved closer to her. “Have you been crying? Did something happen?”
Rachel remained silent and looked away, afraid that he would see how much she ‘desired’ him at this moment.
George reached up and held her face in his hands and that was all it took….
Rachel grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him down and crashed her lips on his. George stared in shock at the feeling of her warm lips on his but it was only a short moment before he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.
All his pent-up frustration of ‘wanting’ her for days, of yearning for her, having her so close to him but not being able to hold her…..
George snatched the towel around her body and threw it aside, he pulled her closer and pressed her naked body flush against his, moaning at the feel of soft, enticing breasts against his covered chest.
How long had it been since he had her in his arms like this? It felt like ‘forever’.
Rachel pushed her hot tongue into his mouth and shivered slightly as a needy moan escaped her lips. She wanted him so much….
Reaching up, she unbuttoned his shirt, cast it aside and rubbed her soft, warm breasts against his hard muscular chest. George groaned and leaned closer, he pressed his nose on the side of neck, taking in her sweet, fresh smell.
With one hand, he trailed upwards and cupped her tender breast. He pressed it softly and flicked his thumb over her hardened nipples, loving the sound of the moan that escaped her lips….
He moved his head downwards and at the same time wrapped his ‘free’ hand around her waist to steady her. He moved his hot mouth over to her aching breast and covered her ‘tasty’ nipple with his tongue. Rachel almost buckled to the ground as her loud moan erupted across the large bedroom….
With his mouth, he tasted, tugged and pulled at her aching breasts, switching between the two, latching them up like a piece of sweet candy.
Rachel moaned and squirmed hotly. She pushed her body down and pressed her wet core against his hardness….
George groaned deeply at the ‘feeling’ of her depth, wanting more. He lifted her in his arms, positioning his covered ‘hardness’ properly and rubbed intensely at her wet core, crashing his erection over and over against her enticing warmth….
The sound of her moans mixed with his deep groans was enough to tell him that he wanted to be inside her, right now….
Carrying her over, he laid her on the large bed. He smiled at the full sight of her with her enticing legs wide open, calling out to him. This was how he wanted things to be between them….
He unzipped his trouser and with his long, hard shaft, he pounded into her, riding her till she met her ‘bliss’.
And once wasn’t enough, through the night, her hands reached for him, rubbing his erection, kissing him, tasting him, calling out to him to fill her and take her….
And that was exactly what he did.