PASCHAL saw how stressed Joey was and he too was also tired. So he decided to take a break and not go to work tomorrow.
The next day,he called his secretary on the phone and told her what to do. Just as he was ending the call Joey walked in.
"Okay...bye" he hung up.
"Aren't you going to work today?" She asked. "No sweetheart. I'm staying at home today" he replied. "Why?,you have things to do,no?" She was so glad he'll stay at home with her today. "Uhm... Not really. I-wanna-be-with-you-today" he concluded.
They had their bathe together,ate breakfast together,talked with one another and watched TV for the rest of the day.
"At last I fulfilled my plan. The Mr Gilbert reaped what he sewed" Paschal remarked.
"Oh Paschal!" Joey said.
"Whatever babe. As long as you're happy" he smiled and it was the best smile in the world. He really meant what he said.
"Thanks babe"she said "thanks for everything" she said to puzzled Paschal patting his hands.
They made love. Oh yeah.
The kind of love that would keep you alive for years. The kind Paschal was never going to forget. The kind that brings two souls together as one.
Kisses.
Touches.
Love.
Hunger.
Taste.
Nakedness.
Fire.
Before you knew what was happening,they both stripped off their garments and as the thought was getting overwhelming,he drove her back against the sofa and dug his hands into her hair, kissing her with a thoroughness that had them both struggling for breathe and riding each other. Satisfying their sensation one at a time. When at last he lifted his head,he was forced to drag air into his starving lungs. It was mind blowing. They really had a great time on that couch. Joey struggled not to moan aloud when his mouth left hers for her body. She saw him watching her and he slowly licked down,she was swept by a tidal wave of needs. Needs that so long denied,had her actually trembling "you taste like strawberries" he said as he leaned forward giving her another spell binding kiss. She put a hand to his chest and drew back, taking in deep drafts of air. He caught her hands between both of his and stared into her eyes,as though trying to read her taughts.
"I love you sweetheart"he said.
Even if deep in Joey's heart,there was a deep darkness that swept her taught,she still had to persevere.
That taught,she didn't know. Was it memories from her father's rape? Was it the part of Chloe's story? Was it about Rachel or even Paschal? Or was it all about her life?
She didn't know.
The following day, Paschal was at work. She slouched on a chair, heaving a sigh. She kept feeding her eyes, looking at the house.
She had even lost appetite to eat for that day. How long will this last Joey?---
She was finally fed up. Even if the Joey she knew never gave up,she was tired of thinking of that deep darkness,which she herself couldn't conclude what it was. Just in this puzzled situation; she took a pen and a paper.