(Chapter 29)
  
    
                [Kemeil's pov]

  Has I walked with my mother I explained to her about the changes I'll be making in my personal life, I told her about Mishand's rude and disrespectful behaviour, the day before.

  I told her that all of these were attributing to Itrisha's stress also. They have been treating her with little respect, ever since Annette fed them lies about her.

  It needed to stop and it needed to stop right now, they aren't blind they see where Annette's deeds had gotten her. I was ashamed of my sister and all the others ,who have been through so much and to be treating Itrisha  like they had been treated.

  I was ashamed of myself also, sitting  down under one of the huge trees. "She is a strong woman, I apologize on everyone's behalves and I'll ensure that she gets the respect she so rightfully deserve." My mother said, she patted my shoulder and wheeled away.

  That stupid, glutinous Annette, she had helped to cause Petran's death, he wasn't fully focused. He was devastated after finding out she was with child and he knew it could not have been his.

  He had really loved her and her children especially his daughter. I had watched him count the days like I did and doing what we had to just to get home sooner.

  The price we have to pay sometimes, is it even worth it. We had gotten the information we had needed to take down Rye and his syndicate, but was it worth me staying in that fake marriage to Mariah? hurting and causing Itrisha to distrust me?

  I questioned myself guiltily as I sat there, she may never trust me again. I thought miserably, she could have cheated on me, she had all right to, it's hard to still believe that she had only gone out once with that chef guy.

  Feeling sorry to have hit her so badly, but glad I came back just in time, before her friendship got more meaningful and went further with that man.

  Annette really had me believing her for a short while, until she slipped up by saying she bought Itrisha the dress and had hoped she would have cheated on me, because she was so mad at Petran.

  She had cursed about the little amount of money Petran was giving her, she had really been a great pretender. She was a back stabbing little bitch, setting up Itrisha while pretending to care.

  You could hear the venom in her voice when she spoke. "Francis!" I called to my good friend Francis as he walked by and I signaled him over. "Afternoon boss." he greet me. "Afternoon, are you on prison guard duties today?" I asked him.

  "Yes sir, until síete this evening." He replied, always mixing his english with spanish. "No food should be given to the prisoner in number
twelve, until tomorrow evening." I told him.

  "Sí señor," he replied and I wave him to go on, things needed to be changed around here. My mother's birthday was on friday, two days from today and I wanted everyone together.

  I took out my phone and call Sleven, telling him to arrange for some meats to be carried to me. Chrushnar and some others drove in, they had went to take care of the shipments arriving from Kenya.

  They drove right up to me and they all got out of the vehicle. "This is from the twin tech, they say make sure I put it in your hands." Chrushnar said handing me a file.

  I thanked him and greet the others, then they went thier seperate ways. Opening the file I skipped to page five,  I leaned against the trunk of the tree and started to read.

  'Holy shit'! I said when I read through pages six and seven. Not only did she speak spanish, she had also used to teach spanish!

  Closing the file for a moment, I thought of all the times I spoke in spanish to my colleagues, not wanting her to know what we were talking about, and she was right there.

  So she had understood everything we were talking the whole time! I roll my shoulders trying to relax and opened the file again to continue.

  Page eight tells of her losing her job as a teacher and her doing several other menial jobs. A Ms. Darcy was listed as a guardian, but nothing further in details.

  Itrisha have never really spoken about her life, before we had first came here to settle, I had sent to find out details about her after the death of president Jeoung Buddhi, but had only gotten little info.

  Everol stood at the door of the house besides mines, that Petran once lived in with Annette and her children. I knew he wanted me to go through Petran's things but I have putting it off.

  He strides toward me and I handed him the file. "Keep this in a safe place." I told him, he looked at me and I know he was trying to gauge my reaction.

  "Is there something bad in it? do you want to talk about it?" Everol asked casually. "She not only speaks spanish fluently, she had also been teaching the subject." The file fell to the ground from Everol's hand, just like I thought no one here knew that she did.

  Everol picked up the file straightening it. "That's a surprise, Jamie said she dislocated his arm on the day she arrived back here, that's also a surprise." Everol said.

  "She has an aggressive temper and an inner strength that only tends to come forth when she is being defensive, that's what she had used to defy Rye and his men back in Jamaica.

  We may have overlooked that aspect because she covers it so well, she has been through a lot like us, I guess we'll  never know unless she decides to tell us." I told him and got to my feet, he nodded and we went our separate ways.

  The smell of the dinner wafted from the kitchen has I entered the house, Itrisha was stirring a pot on the stove. She looked so right standing thier, I walked to her and hugged her from behind.

  The hot spoon she had been using to stir the pot, scald my arm and I released her quickly. She smiled and cut her eyes. "Don't touch what doesn't belong to you," she said waspily.

  She stepped away from the pot, putting down the spoon and I grabbed her pinning her arms behind her, I smirked as she tries to get out of my hold.

  I shamefully took advantage of her, by pecking her on her full lips, she cursed and wriggled trying to get away from me.

  Pulling her flush against me I told her. "You're mines, we are going to live and work together and we are going to have a happy life, get that in your head."

  She looked at me and I looked into her beautiful dark brown orbs, her breasts was soft against my chest through the material of our clothes.

  I rest my forehead on hers and released her arms bringing one of her hand to rest on my beating heart through my chest.

  She hung her head breaking our eye contact, having her close makes my dick hard and I wish I could just strip her right here right now and make crazy love to her.

  She pulled out of my embrace and attended to the pot on the stove, I went and stood behind her looking over her shoulder into the pot.

  "That smells so good makes me extra hungry." I told her and nipped her ears lightly. "I'm not joking with you Kemeil, I'm very serious about what I said this morning." She said waspishly

  She covered the pot and put down the spoon, I walked behind her and held unto her again, spinning her around to face me. "Do you care about me any at all?" I asked her, I was afraid she would deny me but I needed to know.

  I had deep feelings for her. "No! So top badda mi, mi nuh deal wid married man, so just leave me alone, or u wan' mi pack up an leave?" she voiced in a very serious tone.

  I have never been rejected before and I have to admit it kills me inside, I nodded and looked away hoping she didn't see how hurt her rejection made me feel.

  Walking out of the kitchen I went to the office, I wasn't even hungry again. I worked on my laptop until Sleven brought over the meats and I seasoned them myself not wanting to bother her.

  I went up to take a shower and saw her just going to take hers, after checking on my children I went to the master bathroom she was using to get my shear, God must be coming why the bathroom door wasn't locked.

  "I'm sorry, I'm just grabbing a few things." I apologize as she was using the toilet, I took what I needed and went to shave and shower in the next bathroom.

  When I was done and came back to our room in my bathrobe to change, she was just exiting the bathroom. I went in and put back my shear, washrag and body wash.

  I turned and saw her quickly putting on her panty, our eyes met and I know she knew that I wanted her. I walked to my drawer right where she stood and pulled it out.

  Pulling off my robe I dropped it to the floor and stood in my naked glory, I heard the quick intake of breath she took and I looked at her.

  She backed away from the dresser in her panty alone, I took out my underpant and a marina tossing them on the bed.

  Picking up my bathrobe I carried it to the bathroom, tossing it into the laundry basket, when I came back into the room she was pulling on her thigh length night dress.

  She avoids looking at me, while I put on my underwears and sat on the couch to wait and see what she was going to do.

  "Good night." She said turning off the light, "good night," I replied, I was badly in need of her, but I wasn't going to beg or force her to give me her body.

  I took a pillow off the bed and lay on the couch. "Where are you going?" I asked her as she got up and walked to the door.

  "I'm going to sleep in Lori's room so you can have the bed," she said quietly, my anger was rising and I didn't want it to.

  "Did I say I wanted to sleep on the bed? and for how many nights are you planning to sleep in Lori's room?" I asked her.

  "Look I don't want to argue with you right now, but isn't that the best thing to do right now?" she said lowly.

  I got up and turned on the light. "Why?" I asked. "Really? we are not in a relationship anymore, so why should we sleep in the same room?" She asked.

I knew I was being petty and her point was right, but I refuse to end our relationship, that had hardly started and there was so much I hoped for us together.

  "Get in bed, I'll sleep downstairs." I told her and took up the pillow to go, she stepped away from the doorway to allow me to pass and with my heart beating hard in my chest, I asked to her.

  "Are you sure you don't want me to sleep with you? I really need you, but I won't force you to do anything you don't want to." I whispered.

  "I'm not sure." She said after what seems like an hour. "Ok can we lie down and talk for a while then?" After a long wait again she finally said. "Ok." I turned off the light and climbed unto the bed after her.

  "Is there anything in particular you wish to talk about?" I asked her after we had settled, with her way over the other side of the bed. "You suggested talking, so go ahead and talk." She replied.

  Her tone of voice bordered between anger and feisty. "Well I could talk about the business but you probably will get bored, so why don't I ask you about your pass." I said to her.

  "There is nothing much to talk about that you haven't already read today and before." She replied and I shot up in the bed, feeling guilty I laid back down in the darkness.

  The silence stretched as I thought hard of something to say to dispel the silent tension. "I love you." I told her knowing she did not want to hear that right now, not sure if it was right to say now either.

  She probably thinks I'm a conniving liar, as the silence stretched so did my sexual frustration and I braved it and asked. "Do you want to make love with me?" I asked lowly.

  "Yes," she replied but I wasn't sure I heard correctly or maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. I made my way over to her on the bed and hugged her surprisingly she hugged me back and I knew I didn't need a trip to the shrink or an otoloryngologist.

  I kissed her face seeking for her mouth in the dark, when I found it I kissed her passionately and she responded. I squeezed her to me, marveling in this reality, I've been yearning so much for her.

  Lifting her on top of me I touched her full breasts, massaging them, I pulled her face down to mines and kissed her and my dick dripped pre-cum in my underpant.

  I sat up and begin to romance her body like never before, sucking on her volumptious breasts, kissing and sucking her neck, shoulders and belly, feeling and squeezing her ass, touching and feeling her fat pussy.

  I fingered her pussy while she moans, her hands were all over me, making me feel so good, she kissed my chest, neck, face and arms, she sucked my nipples and rubbed my back.

  The fire was burning between us, I got up and pulled off her panties, my underpant followed, I slowly entered her not wanting to be too rough with her.

  I thrust slowly into her tight pussy, she was nicely moist and her vaginal walls clinged tightly to my hard dick. I thrust in and out of her slowly, loving the feeling of being inside of her, I wined and wined thrusting in and out of her honey pot.

  She moaned continuosly and I felt her nails scarring my back, I delved into her feeling my release near. I pumped into her, grinding, thrusting fast and deep. "Me encanta tu concha, bebé tu coño we dulce." I moaned emotionslly as I came apart inside her.

Translation:{"I love your pussy, baby your pussy is sweet."}

"Tequiero, yo la amo mucho, quiero follarte todas la noche," I told her and this time I know she understood me. I was a emotional wreck.

Translation : {"I love you, I love it very much, I want to fuck you all night."}

  Needing her so much again has we cuddled in bed, I felt sexually fulfilled whenever we have sex, I feel complete when I'm with her. With her I feel a sense of belonging, I don't know everything about her past life, but I need her for the rest of my life.

        [Itrisha's pov]

  I woke up to an empty bed and the sunlight streaming through the curtains of the glass windows, I was filled with uncertainties as I start my day with a warm shower.

  The children's happy laughter sounded from the downstairs living room. Changing my sheets from off the bed I carried out our dirty laundry to wash.

  Kemeil was preparing breakfast while the children watched a funny video on the tv, wishing them a good morning I went to our small washroom.

  I was feeling very nervous to face him after last night, I'm still upset with him but I had longed for some loving. My sex life has always been lonely and I crave a love that I wasn't sure exist in this world.

  After loading the washer I add soap and switch it on, the door to the wash room opened bringing in the man of my thoughts. "Good morning." he said calmly. "Good morning." I replied trying to act busy sorting through the rest of the laundry and avoiding his gaze.

  "Are you by any chance avoiding me this morning?" He asked with his voice laced with amusement. "No, why would I?" I asked not humoring him.

  He pulled me to him and his lips descend on mine hungrily, I kissed him back greedily. "Breakfast is ready." he said quietly as we took in lungful of air. "Ok I'll be right there." I said trying to sound as casual as he did.

  I stayed a few minutes after he left, thinking, I did not want him to know how I feel about him. Lest he used it against me, after all he must think I'm easy for letting him back between my legs so easily.

  I burnt a little with shame, as I remembered how badly I wanted him last night. I had tried so hard to hate him and fight my sexual needs.

  When I finally went to the kitchen for breakfast, Kemeil and the children were eating at the table, with him sitting between the twins and helping them to eat like I always do.

  He pointed to the toaster oven and I opened it and took out my breakfast, I poured a cup of tea and joined them at the table.

  Adding the jerk seasonings to the meats he had seasoned the night before, he asked me to jerk them around the back, where he planned to host a small birthday party for his mother the following day.

  Nothing elaborate but plenty food so that everyone could get something to eat. Kristen came to where I was setting up to jerk the pork, and chicken.

  "Nicole says to tell you hi, I wanted to tell you before you ran away that she had given birth." She said accusingly to me.

  I hugged her with her big belly and kissed her cheek, she laughed happily. I had missed her and Nicole, they never cursed me out or seem to have any badmind ways towards me.

  Helping me with the children and other things, I have never heard them complain. They were so humble and I know they weren't anything like Annette.



  Jerk pork and chicken and pot roasted lamb with potatoes and carrots, looked and smelled so delicious.



  I was very tired from cooking when I was finished, but felt good when everyone complimented on how good the food was.

  Sharing out some in a covered dish for myself, I left Everol's wife to continue serving has I move away from the heat to cool off.

  Looking around I spotted Lori with Nelissa and her sister Brianna, I was shocked to see Annette's children here, my gaze swept the area but only landed on Reneize who was looking at me.

  I knew she must have seen the surprise on my face, so I cut my eyes and looked away from her.

  Lori and the girls came over to me, I could not resist hugging them. "Where is your mother?" I asked them. "Uncle Kemeil says we are not to tell anyone where she is." Nellissa replied to me.

"But I'm not anyone." I told her. "He locked her up and he is coming this way right now." She said quickly. "Oh well it was good seeing you both, I hope I'll see you girls around." I told them.

  "Hey babe, have you finished cooking?" He asked. "Yes." I replied, he shouted to a man across from us, to put out the coals.

  Turning back to us he said. "Lori tell your little friends goodbye and let's go." I told them bye also and turned to go, but I looked back occasionally to see which way they were going.

  They had walked to Reneize who was still looking at me. I had promised to visit Nicole, I would enquire about them when I visited.

  We did not return to the party, Kemeil went back while I was bathing the children and brought back cake and champagne, peach champagne.

  The next day I couldn't wait to go and see Nicole and her baby, I searched through my things but could hardly find anything suitable to make a proper gift.

  Ms. Eloise was singing on the top of her voice in front of her house, I looked through the window at her. She was obviously drunk as Okang and his wife was having a hard time trying to get her back inside of the house.

  She started to dance and a few of them passing by laughed, I laughed too at her dancing with her walking stick, I hoped she didn't fall.

  Jamie came from the path opposite the house, walking straight across and lifting her off her feet, he carried her into the house ending the show.

  Kemeil came back from wherever he went to and I told him we were going to look for Nicole, to my dismay he decided to come along.

  We made the short walk to Nicole's beautiful house, he stayed on the verandah while I went in and Nicolette just have to be thier.

  I was very happy to see her and her
newborn baby, but disappointed to not get to ask about Annette's children.

  I asked Kemeil to walk by Kristen's house, but when we arrived thier, she had been taken to the big green building to the side that serves as a doctor's office.

  There were over seven doctors including surgeons and midwives who lived and worked here, they were certified and highly trained, two dentists and some nurses.

  They were highly trained to take on any sicknesses, they sometimes work at hospitals here in Uraguay and other countries but thier loyalty lies here with thier families and friends.

  They were trained so that they could help thier own, especially in dire situations when they had to stay hidden.

  To be continued..

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