The Red Porsche comes to a halt following a continuous drive of three hours.
"Did we arrive?" Neva probes, gazing out at the rustic lodge standing before them.
The coffee coloured home-like structure, the tenuous vines of flowering little ruby roses decorating glimmers Neva's eyes.
"Yep. It's a secluded lodge in Eudora. We are out of your city. We are safe here. Atleast until tonight." Sky responds, mumbling the last share of words.
Getting out of the car, Neva catches a glimpse of Ace. Discerning her gaze on him, he turns his head and their eyes meet. Ace smiles at Neva. Ace feels his heart skip a beat, when she offers him her lovely smile.
She slides the jacket off her shoulder, and holds it out to him with both hands. "Thank you for your jacket. I'm sorry I got it all wet and mucky."
Ace shakes his head, "It's fine. You can keep it." He grins brightly.
Neva to refuse agapes her mouth, when Rhett grabs the jacket from her hands and hurls it to Ace.
Ace instinctively catches the jacket.
"Keep the damned rug to yourself." Rhett glares at the man.
"We should get inside." Sky remarks, strolling towards the resort. Hunter follows suit, while Rhett grasps Neva's hand leading her in.
Ace sighs, fatigued by his leader's temper and ambles behind.
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An hour later both freshened up in their robes, lay snuggling on the bed.
"I have asked Sky to purchase you some outfits." Rhett utters, peppering kisses on her neck. Neva hums, gawping at the ceiling. Rhett caresses her left hand, peering at the ring.
Feeling him play with her fingers, Neva glances at him. "What is it?" Neva queries.
Rhett exhales. "Thank you for being safe. I can't believe, I let him take you away from me." He berates, his head dizzy in anger and dismay.
She gently pinches his cheek, resulting her eyes to secure with his guilty ones. "What are you thankful or in sorrow about?" She frowns.
"You just breathed in life within me. I would have certainly been done if not for you Rhett." Neva exclaims, sucking in air.
"I love you." Rhett smiles, kissing her tenderly. Neva slithers her fingers in his fluffy hair, stroking his hair—passionately drifting back his affection.
Deep into the moment, he closes their bodies way so auspicious. Lavishing her soft body, his rough hand, smoothly gliding on her curves, he clenches the flesh on her waist.
He licks her sweet strawberry tasting lips, asking for entrance—and she easily grants him, letting him dominate in the dance of the tongues.
Running out of breath, Neva pulls away.
"Will you always be with me?" Rhett inquires in a small voice.
Neva chuckles, still getting her breathing in control. "Of course."
"Do you love me?" He earnestly asks her.
Neva furrows her brows, he seems a little discrete. When she doesn't respond fast, his face drops.
Taking her aback, he hovers over her. Caressing her face, he captures her lips in a heated kiss again.
Closing the eyes, kissing him back, she fists her hands on the collar of his robe, bringing him closer. He draws her bottom lips between his teeth, nibbling her, having her mewl from the sensation. Slitting Neva's juicy brims with his tongue, he roams it through her warm mouth, sucking her soul out.
The air draining out of her, she seperates him, pushing his chest away.
Their lips swollen and shiny, panting hard.
"Is something wrong?" She asks him, gulping down her saliva blended with his own.
He touches one of her hand on his chest, fondling with it, he swipes the wet edge of lips with his tongue nervously.
"Is—Is your feelings for me affected by Raka?" He swallows tightly.
"No. Why would it be?" Her brows sinks and creases, unclear of his query.
He sucks in a sharp breath. "It's just, if your memories return someday. Will you leave me?" He asks in a brittle voice.
Neva glares at him. "You are really stupid Rhett. I'm in love with you, not him. Besides we can't even confirm if he's telling the truth."
Neva raises her head—softly brushing her lips against his.
Her velvet lips invigorating, he kisses her back deeply.
Pulling away, Rhett pouts, nestling in the crook of her neck, his arms sneaking through, raising lightly her back, embracing her in—laying moulded with each other. She smiles, encircling him in, her fingers lovingly stroking his mellow hair.
"Marry me Neva," He murmurs, his hot breath fanning her silky skin. His voice muffled, buried in her neck.
"I have the ring as a vow on my finger." Neva affirms.
"I'll get the papers ready. We'll be married before the new year." Rhett declares, committed to make her lawfully his.
She sighs, "Marriage is not a play Rhett. We can't rush it."
"I'm not playing Neva," He parts their bodies, propping himself up, with both arms steadying him on either side of her frame.
She gazes at him, puckering the lines on her forehead, bringing back her hands close to the chest.
"Do you think I'm playing you?" He presses, his voice alarmingly low.
His eyes beholding anger, erasing warmth, Neva gulps, he's scaring her.
"Do you still not trust me?" He coldly asks.
"No, it's not like that," Neva reasons, her heart numbing at his demeanour.
"Did you ever take us seriously? Am I not enough? What more do you want me to do huh?" He words serratedly through gritted teeth, angered from her slow acknowledgement of his feelings.
She shakes her head, aching, eyes brimming with tears. "How can you say that?"
Biting her lips, she shoves him off of her.
He then realises, he let the unsecured emotions take over, her teary eyes piercing him sharp in the chest.
What did the difference between him and Raka remain?
He sighs deeply, massaging his glabella.
"I didn't meant it Neva. I'm sorry."
Not earning a reply, he glances at her back facing him.
Neva's seated on the sofa, grabbing a hold of the menu placed on the coffee by the couch nearby the window.
Silently surveying through the menu, she picks up the telephone and rings it.
Guilt ridden, Rhett lowers his eyes.
"Good evening. This is rosewood lodge. How many I help you?" A manly, gentle voice everbs out from the other side of the receiver.
"Hi, can I please get a milk bread, chicken permigiana and veg chop suey for two person. Two drinking water bottles and a cola as well please."
"Alright mam. What will you have for dessert?"
"Oh—um..." Neva hastily flips the pages for the options on desserts.
"Creme caramel will do.''
Hanging up, she places down the device. Sensing footsteps, she looks up to Rhett walking to her. She glances away, picking up a random magazine and flipping through the pages. Sitting next to her, he closely wraps her up in his arms, burying himself in the crook of her neck. He inhales her fresh floral scented, mellow skin.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't myself." He mumbles, his lips vibrating on her flesh.
Neva unbinds his tangling frame from her, pushing him away harshly. Standing up, she ambles towards the window.
"Neva please don't be upset." He marches after her, attempting to seize her hands only for him to be swatted away.
"I'm such a jerk," He mutters silently, standing still, loathing himself.
The doorbell rings, Neva without sparing a consciousness to his presence trudges towards the door.
Through the peephole, on the other side of the door, reveals a Sky. Twisting the door knob open, a charming smile from Sky greets her. "Here, your necessities that Czar asked me for."
She hands Neva plenty of bags. "Thank you Sky.'' She reveals a grateful smiles at her.
"Anytime." Sky winks an eye at her.
"Here's, these are some of Boss's belongings,"
Neva glances at the man appearing out of nowhere. A beaming Ace stands beside Sky. He gestures at his hands occupied by bags.
"Thank you." She smiles, taking the bags.
"My pleasure." He grins sleepishly.
"Then see you later." Sky bids goodbye, dragging the reluctant Ace as he waves at her, while Neva waves back at them.
She suddenly feels the bags being seized away from her hands. Glancing at the culprit, she sees Rhett holding them instead, freeing her hands.
She closes the door behind, and walks back in. The bags placed on the sofa, she picks up one of the bags and looks into it.
"We'll leave for Edinburgh tomorrow at dawn. Get some rest." Rhett approaches her.
Neva does not respond, so he sneaks his arms from behind, tangling around her waist.
"Please don't be mad at me Angel." He says, peppering pecks on her jaw. She doesn't acknowledges him or propels away, continuing to survey the items on the bag.
A rose beiged sundress in on of the bag piques her attention. She flows it grabbing the hem of it, admiring the impressive details.
"The dress would look gorgeous on you." Rhett still interweaved to Neva attempts to flatter her.
"Leave me," She struggles to push him away, tussling in his hold. Rhett squints his eyes, mischief rippling his blood.
He tickles her waist, shrinking Neva's tummy in a beat. As she tries to elbow him away, he holds her all tightly with an arm.
The other hand, floating up her neck, he tickles her there, her lips breaking out in a cackle, losing her hold, the dress gets tossed on the ground.
Mercilessly he attacks her on all of her sensitive spots. Neva's tough demeanour cracks, she laughs hysterically, suffering in his rigid clasp. The predator chuckling along.
She strives to free herself, only for their tangled forms to end up on the bed with tears pooling in her eyes.
"Sto-stop!" She exclaims, laughing friendziedly.
And then he carreses her there. Rhett stills, his large hands cupping—perfectly fitted on her swelled breasts.
Impulsively Rhett squeezes her, feeling the new soft sensation of her flesh—earning a sharp gasp out from Neva.
He was just trying to keep her in place. It was nothing, but a twist of fate.
His eyes meets her own. Neva's gaze trailing on him then his hands on her tender chest. Wrinkled brows and confused orbs. She violenty kicks him on the stomach, knocking him away.
As he falls thud on the floor, Neva hurriedly adjusts her disheaveled robe, wrapping close, preserving her innocence. She glares down at him.
"I-It was a misadventure I swear."
'A fortune of an award for me.' He smiles up at her couquettishly.