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 as their eyes meet. Ace smiles at Neva. Ace feels his heart skip a beat, when she offers him such lovely smile.
She slides the jacket off her shoulder. "Thank you for your jacket. I'm sorry I got it all wet and mucky." Neva holds it out to him.
Ace shakes his head, "It's fine. You can keep it." He grins bright.
Neva to refuse agapes her mouth, when Rhett grabs the jacket from her hands and hurls it to Ace.
Ace instinctively, easily seizes it.
"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.
Soon after, they were settled in their own rooms. Drenched in wet clothes the whole ride Neva goes in to get a refreshing warm bath.
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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. I'm such a trash!" He berates, his head dizzy in anger and dismay.
He couldn't even breath, for a moment, he thought he might loose her forever.
She gently pinches his cheek, resulting their eyes to secure. "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. Rhett giggles at her stern face.
"I love you." Rhett smiles, kissing her tenderly. Neva slithers her fingers in his fluffy hair, passionately drifting back his affection.
Deep into the moment, he closes their bodies way so auspicious. Lavishing her soft body, with his rough hand, he smoothly clenches the flesh on her waist, having her saccharine whir slip into his mouth.
Running out of breath, Neva parts their lips.
"Will you always be with me?" Rhett inquires in a small voice. Neva chuckles, "Of course."
"Do you love me?" He earnestly asks her.
Neva furrows her brows, he seems a little discrete. When she doesn't respond, his face drops.
Taking her aback, he hovers over her, Caressing her face, he captures her lips in a heated kiss.
Closing the eyes, kissing him back, she fists her hands on his robe. 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 the lump formed in his throat.
"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.
He glares at her, "Do you think I'm playing you?" He presses, his voice alarmingly low.
His eyes beholding anger, erasing warmth, Neva gulps hard, he's scaring her.
"Then why? Do you still not trust me?" His rough voicing of words, eyes cold unnerving her.
"No, it's not like that," Neva reasons, her heart numbing at his demeanour.
"Did you even 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 water. "How can you say that?"
Gathering herself, she shoves him off of her.
He let the unsecured emotions take over, her teary eyes piercing him sharp in the chest.
As she slides out the bed, he lay there, his eyes veiled, massaging the agape space between his brows. "I didn't meant it Neva. I'm sorry."
Not earning her reply, he glances at her faring back facing him.
Neva sits on the sofa, and grabs 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.''
She places down the device. Sensing footsteps, she looks up to Rhett walking to her. She glanced away, picking up a magazine and flipping through the smooth surface. 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 hair.
"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 familiar woman. Twisting the door knob open, a charming smile from Sky greets her. "Here, the necessities that Czar asked me for."
She hands Neva plenty of bags, looking down at them, she takes it from her. "Thank you Sky.'' She smiles gratefully at her.
"Anytime," Sky winks an eye at her.
"Here's 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, holding towards her. "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 behind her she sees Rhett holding them instead, freeing her hands.
She closes the door and walks back in as he places the bags on the sofa. She picks up one of the bags and looks into it.
"We will 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, pecking her jaw. She doesn't acknowledges him or propels away as she surveys the items on the bag.
Sky got her sweaters and hoodies. A rose beiged sundress 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, when she flinches, her lips breaking out in a cackle, losinf her hold on the dress, tossing it on the couch.
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 threre. Rhett stills, his large hands cupping her swelled bosom.
Impulsively he squeezes her, just thin light friction—where he earns a 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 knocks 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.