“Mmmmm,” Anya moaned in her pleasure. She’d missed this feeling of being completely filled by him. She tried to slide up his ridged shaft to get the friction she was so desperately needing from their bodies, but was stopped by Calix.
“No,” Calix growled as he held her firmly in place. “Let me just revel in this feeling, in you,” he added softly. After a minute, Calix opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Anya before he once again kissed her, making love to her mouth, and then allowed her to move up and down his length. He held on to her ass cheeks, controlling their rhythm. He made certain that she rode him nice and slow, making sure that each time she came down, she would take all of him inside her. After releasing her mouth, he saw that her lips were wet and swollen from his kisses. Satisfied, he then lowered his head and began to kiss every stitch and healing wound she had while murmuring,
“Beautiful,” after every one. Their climaxes built up slow as they rejoiced in the feel and pleasure they got from the others body as they made such passionate love, but just because the buildup had been slow, it in no way made their climaxes less potent. When they came, they came together; it was the cathartic release they both had needed.
Another 3 weeks later… Anya was given a clean bill of health at her last doctor’s appointment. All her stitches had been removed and having followed a home remedy tip from Maria she had been putting one hundred percent pure vitamin E oil on her wounds as they healed to lessen the appearance of the scars she would have, and it had worked. They were not puffed or ridged, they were soft pink in color. Maria assured her that if she continued, they would become pale, almost flesh-toned and would not be as noticeable.
They’d had another ultrasound done, and were finally able to see their little bean growing safely in Anya’s womb. The measurements from the picture of the baby on the screen were calculated, and the doctor estimated the date of conception was within a few days of their first day together.
Calix had relaxed with his
cautiousness towards her, and they made love to each night. He was still very gentle with her and refused to take her rough and hard, no matter how many times she would bite him. But as long as they connected, she didn’t complain as much. She knew it would only be a matter of time before her tiger was once again seen on the plains in the sierra, so to speak. He still refused to go to work and leave her alone. Even though everyone was telling him that he was being ridiculous, including his uncle Vito, but this was one thing Calix would not back down on. He made sure his business did not suffer as he worked from his home office and kept in constant contact with his VP, making sure things were being properly delegated and completed. And, when a meeting was absolutely necessary, he would do so over a video conference chat.
Calix had finally let go of the matter of the assailant as his uncle began to get pissed each time Calix would ask about the search progress. His uncle would simply thin his lips, tighten his brow, and reply, “Let me handle this, Calix. Have you no faith or trust in me?” Which made Calix feel like an utter ungrateful dick, so he stopped asking and left that matter to his uncle.
*** “Calix, one of my favorite movies is on tonight,” Anya casually informed him. Calix knowing better, gave Anya a dubious look. “Oh, come on now, it’s not all that bad. It’s a comedy.”
“The last time you said a favorite movie of yours was on, you told me that I would love it and that it wouldn’t be that bad. I sat through nearly four hours of listening to horrible British accents,” he replied as he took another bite of the delicious fettuccini alfredo Anya had made them for dinner.
“I promise it’s nothing like North and South. It’s a comedy, and not a classic. It’s called ‘My Life in Ruins’.” Calix’s response to that statement was only a single lifted eyebrow as to say uh huh. Anya smiled at that look and simply waited for the answer she wanted, the answer she knew he would give, because he was unable to deny her just about anything.
Letting out an exasperated huff, Calix gave in. “Fine, but I have to answer some emails before it starts, and, if I hear one British accent, I’m out of there.”
Anya giggled. “Promise you will find it funny and laugh. It comes on right after the news.”
Calix and Anya settled into
comfortable positions on the couch, prepared to watch the movie. Anya had drinks on the coffee table, as well as popcorn and cookies. She was giving Calix no way to leave the living room unless he needed to use the bathroom. The news was nearly over, and they were both looking at the information packet their realtor had sent them. Calix wanted to move. He insisted that their baby needed a yard to play in and even possibly have a pet. Suddenly a news story caught both of their attentions.
The news anchor reported the facts. “And we have some breaking news. Police are asking for help from anyone who may have any information on the discovery of a gruesome murder tonight. Any witnesses are urged to come forward. An unidentified, white male approximately thirty to forty years in age, carrying no wallet or
identification was found beaten and stabbed to death in an abandoned warehouse downtown. Police say that this was no mugging gone wrong. The state of the victim’s body and evidence at the crime scene tells police that he had been violently tortured before he was killed. One police officer was quoted saying, ‘I haven’t seen such a horrible sight outside a horror movie.’ So, please, if you have any information, contact your local police department. Police have also set up a hotline to call if you wish have also set up a hotline to call if you wish 555-0192, once again 1-800-555-0192. And that’s all for this evenings local news. Thank you and good night.”
“Oh my God, what is wrong with people?” Anya gasped out.
“I don’t know, love.” They both pushed the gruesome news story aside as the beginning scene’s music and opening credits of Anya’s movie began.
Chapter 37 Calix was once again working in his home office, still refusing to go to work and leave Anya. He was finishing up some contract papers on an important
investment deal that if he could pull it off, would change his financial status from a millionaire to a billionaire. As he continued to work, he could hear the pounding bass music from some hip hop song that Anya was listening to as she picked up and cleaned the penthouse. Even with his oak office door firmly shut tight the thud, thud, thud of the music came through crystal clear.
He’d told her that she didn’t need to clean, that they could just continue using his regular cleaning service, but she had been adamant about doing it. Now that she was no longer working and healed from her injuries, she said that she needed something to do until they moved into the new house. Then she would have
everything to do, decorating the baby’s room when they found out what they were having and picking out paint colors for the house and furniture. She even wanted to try to plant a vegetable garden in the backyard.
Anya was getting extremely
frustrated, Calix and their mothers only allowed her to do so much. So, he relented on the cleaning. She wasn’t even allowed to help in planning their wedding that had been rescheduled to take place in just two short weeks. Their mothers had firmly taken over the task and kept saying to them both that they would do and handle everything. All Anya and he had to do was show up on time and smile.
Calix laughed to himself as he remembered that conversation. Anya was not happy and pouted like she was five years old, which he had thought was one of the most adorable faces he had ever seen her make. Apparently, after Anya told her mother that she was going back home to him, their mothers had started conspiring together while they were still in Italy about having the wedding there on the original wedding date, but that was before that tragic night happened. They insisted that they still had everything worked out and in place, and that all that was needed to do, besides tweaking little things here and there, was to change the wedding date. It was set in stone and final, they would be getting married in Italy, and their mothers would broker no refusal from either of them.
The only concession they gave Anya was her wedding dress. Which had to be changed just a little, because of the small baby bump that was starting to show. Their little bean was growing fast. The dress also needed to accommodate Anya’s fuller chest. That was something that Calix was enjoying immensely, not that he wasn’t satisfied with her breast before she was pregnant. It was just that now she was so very sensitive, and he could make her come by simply sucking, pinching, and playing with her nipples. He got so much
satisfaction when he made her come over and over again until she was fully spent and completely sated. Watching her as she would barely have any energy left after coming so much to curl up next to him in bed and falling asleep instantly as her head hit the pillow, brought him great
enjoyment. Her appetite for sex had increased exponentially, and she was so horny that she would constantly be crawling on top of him wherever he was and no matter what he was doing; taking what she wanted day or night. Not that he was complaining. He loved the feeling of being submerged deep inside her tight, wet warmth, being connected to her in a way no other man ever had or ever would.
At night, he simply lay next to her and caress her softly as he watched her sleep so at peace, counting his blessings that he still had her, still had the baby, that they were both healthy and that she loved him just as strongly and passionately as he loved her. He promised himself he would never fail to protect her or their child again; he wouldn’t survive losing her. Calix was so totally caught up in his thoughts of Anya, he had stopped working. He just sat there staring into nothing when his personal cell phone began to vibrate and ring on the side of his desk, breaking his reverie. Looking down at the caller ID, he saw that it was his Uncle Vito calling.
“Hello.” “Tutto e’ copiuto (It is finished).” Came the absolute sounding words from Vito’s gruff voice.
“Zio?” His uncle was clipped, and Calix didn’t know what Vito was talking about.
“Lei è sicuro, parleremo di questo non più (She is safe, we will speak of this no more). Capisce?”
And just like that Calix, knew what his uncle was talking about. He had found him—their attacker—just as Vito promised he would. Vito never failed to come through on his promises. Calix took a slow, deep, steadying breath before he asked his uncle the most important question. “Was Richards involved?”
“I’ll handle it, ciao.” Was all Vito had said before ending their conversation by hanging up on Calix.
With his uncle giving him a nonanswer, Calix knew without a doubt that Richards had in fact been a part of it. That he had to have even been the one to orchestrate it. No one else would want to hurt them or get revenge on them, on him, so absolutely. His stomach rolled with disgust, and he tasted bile in his mouth just thinking of how a man could be as cold and heartless as to have something so violent like that done to his own child, his flesh and blood, a life he had helped to create.
As he sat thinking over everything, he knew that he should tell Anya; she was the one who had suffered the worst, and she had a right to know. He just couldn’t, he couldn’t hurt her by telling her the ugly truth. Yes, she hated the man her father had become, but, deep down, she still had some inkling of affection for him. All children did for their parents, and to hear that her own father had most likely planned and paid for her attempted murder and, such a brutal one at that, would kill her. No, he would keep this to himself. No one else knew except for his uncle, and he would never tell.
As Calix continued to think over the situation, he wondered when his Uncle Vito would turn the bastard over to the police. Then he thought back to that night, the worst night of his life, the one that still haunted him even after all these weeks. He tried to remember everything he heard the police saying. They had found absolutely no trace evidence of any kind; no fibers, hairs, fingerprints, footprints, evidence of forced entry, video surveillance, nothing. It was as if it had been a ghost, a dark specter, who had attacked them, because the evidence showed that no one else could have ever set foot in their penthouse and not left behind something.
The only evidence that the police had to go on was Calix’s blood test results. Showing them that someone had drugged him and Anya, proving that someone had been there that night. So, if the police had no evidence, how his uncle would tie that bastard to the crime he didn’t know, he couldn’t Calix thought. As the realization of that truth hit him, Calix began to slowly seethe with anger at the thought that there would be no justice for him and Anya. And there was nothing to prove that Richards was a part of it. Vito couldn’t very well march with that asshole into the police station and say, “Hey, my underworld contacts found out about this guy and that he was the one who attacked Calix and Anya.” No, that fucker would get away with it, because they had no proof that would hold up in court. He would have to confess to be arrested and tried, and Calix knew that wouldn’t be happening any time soon. His uncle must have known this as well. Vito Anastas was not a stupid man.
The voice of anchorwomen from the local news that they had watched last night before Anya’s movie, which he had actually laughed at and enjoyed, popped into his ever racing thoughts.
‘ Police are asking for help from anyone who may have any information on the discovery of a gruesome murder tonight…an unidentified, white male…thirty to forty years of age…beaten and stabbed to death…evidence of torture at the scene.’
Vito did know and understand that there was no way to tie that bastard to the crime. He knew with no viable proof, the police would not be able to do anything, and that they would get no justice, at least not legally. So, he had taken care of the situation, giving them some kind of justice after all. Anya was safe. His uncle was right it was finished.
Epilogue Anya sat on the back porch of their new home, swinging on one of the many terrace porch swings as Elayna, her five month old daughter, nursed. Just staring into the vast expanse of their yard as she swung. Yard was a modest description; they had more than three gardeners to keep up the grounds. Calix, of course, having purchased a home that could not only house them and any future children they may have but also his mother, her mother, and his uncle with a couple of his security guards.
Anya was having trouble
understanding why she was still so upset, she hated the man after all didn’t she? It had been ten days since the shocking news of her father’s death. The news stations had even known before her and her mother. After having been tried in a court of law, convicted by a group of his peers, and sentenced by a judge for more charges than even Calix had thought possible, Tomas Richards would be spending what was most likely the rest of his life in federal prison.
He was, however, sent to what was loosely nicknamed a ‘white collar’ prison. Supposedly, one that had low inmate violent crime rates. He didn’t even have a cellmate. He had the whole cell to himself, a perk to have in such a densely populated prison system. That’s one of the reasons why the news of his death and how he died was so shocking. Sometime in the middle of the night, when all the inmates were supposed to be locked in their cells, her father had been violently sodomized, beaten, and stabbed to death. He was left lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor with his pants around his ankles. The killer not even covering up her father’s
nakedness after sexually assaulting him. And that was how they found him the following morning. No one was able to figure out how it happened. The guards testified that they saw and heard nothing. The other inmates in his block also testified that they heard nothing, as well. And, mysteriously enough, video surveillance in that cell block malfunctioned.
Calix found Anya staring at nothing as she slowly rocked and nursed their daughter. Slowly, he made his way over to her and sat down next to her on the swing. He gently stroked one finger down his daughter’s cheek while she was still latched onto Anya’s breast as she greedily ate. Their daughter was a very healthy eater. One would only need to look at Anya’s voluminous full breasts to know how much their daughter ate.
His vo
ice was calm and gentle as he playfully accosted his daughter. “Hey, greedy girl, save some for me, they were mine before they were yours.”
Anya couldn’t help but giggle at Calix’s words. Calix was happy to have had brought a smile to his wife’s face, but he knew that she needed to talk.
In a more somber voice he asked, “Thinking about your father again?” Calix knew why those things had happened to Richards. In one word—justice. Though his uncle had never admitted to anything, he had told Calix some time ago that things had been handled and to think no more of it.
Anya looked to Calix and nodded a yes. “I hated him, he was a horrible man. So, why do I feel so sorry for him and hurt at the loss?”
“Because, love, you are a good person. Your heart is full of nothing but love. And, though you hated the man he had become, you still had some good memories of the man he was. I love you.” Calix wrapped an arm around Anya’s shoulders while placing comforting kiss atop her head.
She then laid her head on his shoulder and returned his show of affection. “As I love you, Calix.”
He would continue to comfort her as long as she needed it. He was right in not telling her the truth; it would have hurt her too much. She was too kind of a soul to handle such heart withering information, and Calix was going to make sure she was never hurt again. He would love her always, protect her always, and he
dedicated his life to her happiness and never brought up the ugliness of that night or her father again. He did, however, in his thoughts, thank Richards just once for his debt paid.
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