"You're here, my love," Jeremy hugged and kissed the woman, leading her into the house.
"I can't come inside," Kiara refused to move. "Where is Mrs Rain?"
"She travelled out of town for two nights. Tonight is her first night out. Talk about good timing."
"Where did she go?' Kiara was doubtful.
"A training session. Their school installed new software so she went to get some training on how to use it. On Sunday, two weeks from now, they will go back again, for another two nights." Jeremy replied in hurried tones, since he felt that talking about his mother with Kiara was a waste of time.
He whisked the lady off her feet and carried her up to his room. As soon as he threw her on the bed, he threw himself next to her, and the two started getting busy undressing each other.
"Is it safe for you, my love, to continue visiting me here?" he asked amidst some wild kisses.
"Not really, but I need to see you. If they catch me…" Kiara did not finish off her sentence, for she was viciously kissing the man that she loved so much.
"I missed you terribly. I think about you daily, and I dream about you too." He said.
They were very close to each other, each person breathing heavily and as each was determined to make the other very happy, they forgot about the whole world around them. The entire universe and its contents ceased to matter, for in Kiara's eyes, only Jeremy mattered; and in his eyes as well, only she mattered.
What a lovely reunion it was. It sure felt like they had not seen each other in a whole year, and they allowed not even the tiniest space to be found between the two of them. Their love making was fulfilling to both, making each person realise how much they missed and needed the other.
"Do you have to be back by midnight again today?" Jeremy later on asked, as the two slept in each other's arms.
"Today I must be back in my bed by 2AM," Kiara smiled. "Please set your alarm. I must leave at twenty minutes past one."
"That's too early. We will leave twenty minutes before 2AM; and today I will drive you," Jeremy said while he was setting the alarm on his phone.
He thought Kiara was going to refuse, but she readily agreed to what he said.
"Do you remember those days when we sang in the shower?" She asked him.
"Let's go in the shower now," he did not wait for her to respond but lifted her up and kissed her all over her body.
Feeling tickled, the lady laughed out loud, kicking her legs out in the air. Jeremy took her to the bathroom, and the two of them stood in the shower. Jeremy was washing her hair and she was just rubbing some bath foam on his chest. He used Kiara's usual hair shampoo which she had used all her life, before moving to the mansion. The shampoo was not expensive, but it smelt really great. Kiara had stopped using it since lady Pinkerton wrote it off as some cheap hair-damaging shampoo.
"I missed these showers," Jeremy smiled down at her.
"So did I," she answered.
They were enjoying the warm shower when Jeremy came down to claim her lips and kissed her ever so passionately. Kiara felt like she was just going to melt. Her knees felt like jelly, and her breathing heavy. The water continued to run, hitting on them both, making it all so very enjoyable.
Like a hungry lion, Jeremy was kissing everywhere where he could, making the young mother whimper in excess pleasure. She held on to him and refused to let him go until he finished what he had started. Of course the man had no intention of leaving anything unfinished, so the two of them were of the same thought anyway; only that they acted like they were on a competition to outdo each other. Each person wanted to express their heartfelt love, and to unravel the beast in them. The two of them could have swallowed each other whole, for they had greatly missed and desired to be together for a long time.
The long, steamy shower finally came to an end and Jeremy lifted her up and placed her on the bed. Both of them were dripping wet, yet none seemed to care. He took a drying towel and dried her with one end of it, while she dried him up with the other.
"Let me change the bed linen," Jeremy said, pulling off the bed sheets and hastily replaced with a new set.
"Jeremy I'm cold," Kiara spoke in a baby voice, sounding as if she was going to cry.
"You don't have to cry, my cute little princess. I will warm you up." He said.
He took a bottle of lotion and started oiling her.
"Be quick, Jeremy, or else I will freeze," she complained, not really meaning it.
"I know what you want," Jeremy teased and closed the lotion bottle.
He pulled her closer to him, while at the same time he also moved in closer. He could feel her heart rapidly pounding, and he could sense her anticipation.
He told himself that no matter what he tried to do or say, he could never love anyone as much as he loved the woman with him at that moment. Her skin was cool, but as he started touching her, it felt hot, with goose bumps rapidly forming all over it. What a beautiful woman she was.
Jeremy wanted her. He wanted her all to himself. What if he could just elope with her? But wait…what about the little boy? Jeremy was not able to bring it upon himself to elope with the mother of a baby, leaving the baby without his mother. Not that he would have gone through with the idea anyway; it was just but a thought which crossed his mind.
He wanted to take her away, to be alone with her in a faraway land, where no one could ever come and disturb what they had. He wanted to shut the entire world out, and create for them their own little universe, cushioned from anything and anyone else.
Above all, Jeremy wanted to cut Vine's claws off his woman. He felt like Vine was some ruthless wild animal who was just coming to harass some poor two deers in love. He hated Vine for that. The fact that he knew without any doubt that there was nothing he could have said or done to make Vine suffer pained Jeremy a lot. Vine was too powerful for him, and he felt like a little boy in front of him. Vine and his family made Jeremy feel like a toddler dependent on his daddy to confront the school bully on his behalf. He disliked that with every fiber of his being.
When later on the alarm went off, the two were exhausted from their night of passion, and their hearts were content. Both of them were truly happy. Kiara jumped into the maid uniform and Jeremy drove her off.
At the Pinkerton mansion, Vine was outside, fighting the urge to smoke. He was alone, and had no idea what to do to control the craving. Gareth had mentioned that eating a fruit could help, so the young master was holding a plate with two apples in it. He cut a huge slice and threw it into his mouth, but he disliked its taste. Never having been a fan of sweet foods, the apple tasted way too sweet for Vine's liking.
He spit it and threw it away, just in time to narrowly miss a maid who was walking towards the direction of the mansion. Clad in the usual maid uniform, the lady made the uniform appear different. Her absolutely gorgeous body shape showed every curve. Nothing was either too big or too small, for it seemed like everything had been carefully and neatly placed in its place. The girl, whose hair was let loose, was wearing a huge sunhat, and it was difficult to see her face under the dim lights. She ran away, as if she did not want Vine to see her.
"Hey you, why are you outside this late? Come here, take these apples back into the kitchen," he called to her.
The girl came forward and took the plate. Without saying a word, she turned to go back. Her hat fell off, and Vine picked it up. The girl did not turn around to face Vine, but Vine moved forward to place the hat back in her head.
Oh…that hair shampoo! Why did it smell so familiar? He could swear he once smelt that shampoo somewhere, and he swore to himself that he wanted to know more about that girl. Before he could ask anything further, the maid ran with the plate in hand and disappeared among the many flowers. In the blink of an eye, she was gone. Her perfectly magnificent body ran off, and the darkness swallowed her up. Vine swore to himself that he had never seen a woman so well-shaped. Why, she really was a perfect example of what a lady should be like.
"Where on earth have I seen this girl before? Why did I have such a blood rush upon smelling that shampoo in her hair, and why have I suddenly developed deep interest in this maid, whose face I did not even see?" Vine spoke to himself.