Noah clambered out of the car and sat at its front to see Chantelle properly. He put his arms on hers and gazed into her eyes. "I don't know how many days it's been," Noah whispered softly, "but for the first time ever, I can see a frightened look on your face. You should always look like that. You look beautiful."
Chantelle smiled at him, but she was still breathless. She held on to Noah. "Noah, I've never seen myself so close to death before," she mumbled, her eyes watering.
"Ssh," Noah sympathized, cupping her face in his hands, his eyes never leaving her gaze. "I'm always gonna be with you, so there's no need to be afraid about anything. When you told me about the sanction letter with Alice's name on it, I still understood, that for money, Ronan would have killed you too."
"But Ronan has all ready taken the money from the bank," Chantelle replied, as she remembered what had happened earlier.
"I know," Noah nodded, squeezing Chantelle's hand. "That's exactly what I wanted. After all, it's the money of my death. Only Ronan can claim that money."
Chantelle looked worried.
"Everything is under control," Noah reassured. "The plan is working." He hugged her tightly, and planted a light kiss on her forehead in reassurance. Chantelle was Noah's and Noah was Chantelle's, and that was all that mattered to both of them.
CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
THE REUNION OF NOAH AND CHANTELLE
"Come on, I'm gonna treat yo to something special tonight," Noah told Chantelle, smiling.
"Oh yeah?" Chantelle asked. "And what's that?"
"Well, it's been such a long time since we've both done something together because of all of this damn drama that Ronan's been creating. So how about I treat you to a party?" Noah smiled.
"Sure," Chantelle said, biting her lip in lust. "I'd love that."
"Well, come on then! Let's go!" Noah said, grabbing her hand.
"But Noah, I can't wear the same clothes! I want to get ready!" Chantelle complained. "I want to look special, just for you," she added sneakily.
Noah stared at her for a long moment - and then he was kissing her as if he had never kissed her before: she was the only person in the world, Chantelle, and she was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion.
Noah pulled away slightly. "You will always look special for me, Chantelle," he whispered. "You're all I could ever want from a girl. You're beautiful, so, so damn beautiful. I love you."
Chantelle smiled at him, cheekily patting his chest. "You're not such a bad looker either," she grinned. "You're perfect."
Noah smiled again, blushing, all though his face was already deep red from what just happened. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and grabbed her hand again. "Come on," he said. Chantelle nodded. The pair of them ran out of the Royal Parking, called a taxi, and went down to the stud farm night club.
They danced together well into the night, not caring who was watching them. This was their time together, and they were going to make the most of it. Everything was fine and dandy, and then Noah gathered around with some of his friends in the night club to sing.
Race is on my mind
Race is in my soul
Race is in my life
My heart is racing on
Race is on my mind
Race is in my soul
Race is in my life
My heart is racing on
Oh yeah...
Race is on my mind,
Race is in my soul,
Race is in my life,
My heart is racing on.
Your intoxication is intoxicant.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
When I'm touching your body,
A ll my touches are driving me crazy.
Leave it just on baby,
No need to worry...
Passionate burning,
I’m burning like the sun.
No matter what,
I'll fall for nobody else.
Underneath your curls,
That's where I wanna stay.
If you wish,
I’ll give you my heart away.
I'm hot... so hot...
I could fly,
That's just how
You make me feel...
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
Bridging the gap,
we don’t wanna live this way.
My life,
I'll leave for you everything.
I dream of you alone,
I thirst for you alone.
I’m never feeling down
As long as you’re around
It’s hard to control,
I'm losing my soul,
how to control,
I love you forever.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
race is on my mind,
race is in my soul,
race is in my life,
my heart is racing on.
Your intoxication is intoxicant.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
Chantelle giggled. Noah was anything you would want from a man: he was handsome, nice, kind, a man with good intentions ...
Then, Chantelle was in for a real surprise. Noah grabbed her hand, took her back to the stud farm and into the horses stable where they'd made love, and then made love to her in exactly the same way.
Since Chantelle's dress was so low cut and loose, it seemed to slip off with great ease. Noah's hands slid over her arched back, and Chantelle felt the clasp of her bra pop open. She continued to kiss him fervently and passionately, not wanting to stop, and she was feeling pulses of electricity running through my body. She arched her body closer to his, her breathing becoming louder and faster as her heart hammered rapidly against her chest. His breathing mirrored hers, and his hands stroked down her back, reaching the sensitive small area of her back until she squirmed into him even more. Her hands rushed down his body, and she traced the perfect planes of his chest with her searching hands: his muscles were perfect, every outline, every little detail of them. His chest was so smooth and muscular it made her sigh with pleasure. He reached for her bra straps and slid them off her shoulders, throwing her bra to the corner of the stable where it landed with a light thud. Chantelle's hands found his belt, which she quickly unfastened, becoming impatient with the buckle. Finally, it came off and he slid the jeans off. He pulled her on top of him onto the straw, and she briefly let go of him to remove her knickers, that minute seemed to last forever. As soon as she was done, he pulled her back to him and kissed her neck so passionately her breath caught. She moaned with pleasure, not wanting him to stop. He rolled them both over and started slowly to progress with the kissing down to her shoulder, working softly down to her breasts. His tongue tenderly traced the shape of her nipple, then he continued on down to her tummy until he got to the tips of her thighs. He stroked the insides of her thighs, then agonizingly slow, he started kissing her below there. She moaned again, this time louder, and he stopped all too soon. His lips were at her mouth again and she could feel him inside her, his own stomach pressed against hers. He gasped, letting himself take a
breath, but just another minute later, she felt him entering her again, and then he was thrusting with all the force he had. Her body reacted to his, and they were both rocking until they were both hot and sweaty. Not that they stopped. She felt herself climbing higher towards climax, and felt him deep inside her, filling her with pleasure so intense that she couldn't help but scream his name. Her body was shaking, and she couldn’t breathe at all. His moans were so loud, it turned her on even more, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure. He was so perfect. He kissed her again, beginning softly, but getting harder and harder and harder and harder…
CHAPTER FORTY SIX
THE CHILDREN'S SOCIETY
Alice and Ronan arrived at The Children's Society, where Harry Rodgers wanted them to donate his cut of the money.
"Hello," said the manager of the children's society. He was wearing blue trousers with a blue shirt to match. He also had circular glasses that he pushed down his nose and hung loosely at the ends where they met his ears.
"Good afternoon," Ronan smiled. "I'd like to make a donation to the orphanage." He handed over a briefcase which was full of the money: the fifteen million dollars, plus the tax.
The receptionist opened the briefcase and gasped. He quickly closed it. "Thank you so much, Sir. You're money will help the children out so much. Thank you again."
Ronan nodded briefly, and he and Alice walked out of the society. Ronan picked up his phone to ring Harry. "I've given the orphanage manager the money."
"Thanks buddy," Harry replied at the other end, whilst Mini smiled. "Now, enjoy the rest of your life, okay? Bye." He dialled off. Ronan smirked and he and Alice went off in their car.
From exactly that moment, Mini and Harry walked into the orphanage from the back door, and went over to the manager.
"Mr Harry Rodgers, this is for you," the manager said, smiling, and handed over the briefcase to Harry.
"Thank you," Harry smiled. He opened up the briefcase and took out one of the stacks of notes, and gave it to the manager. "Here you go."
"Thank you so much," the manager said, nodding.
"You're most welcome," Harry replied, shutting the briefcase again. He handed it over to Mini and the pair of them walked out of the children's society.
"Sir," Mini piped up as they walked out of the orphanage, "why didn't you just get the money directly from them? Why through the orphanage? Then the manager wouldn't have had to have a share."
"Well, good work pays off, baby." Harry remarked, throwing his apple in the air and catching it back in his hands.
"I was going to get scared," Mini grinned. "That you've actually become a good man and done such a big charity."
Harry roared with laughter. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" he cried. "There's not a charitable cell of blood in my veins. The way you give the charity, the way you eat the flower, like I always say, baby. Eat the flower and do good. After today, I will never eat fruit again." Harry tossed up his apple and it landed into the hands of a child passing by. The child ate the apple. "After today, I'm only gonna eat dry fruit," Harry declared.
CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
THE HUGE SHOCK
"Today, Ronan, we'll celebrate our victory, now we've got all this money," Alice said, giggling as they walked into their house.
"You're the boss, baby," Ronan remarked, opening the door for her.
"Thank you!" she smiled, and when they walked in, hugging and kissing each other. But then, they were completely and utterly rendered speechless. They heard something being played back to them. The words that Ronan had said after he and Alice had made love. What he'd told her about his and Noah's past.
"This house was first my dad's friend's. Me and Noah always came to play here. We would always race on these roads with our bicycles. And that's how mine and Noah's racing began." Ronan remembered his childhood.
"Come on, pedal faster, Ronan, faster!" Noah exclaimed as the two little boys cycled down the road. "Come on, faster. Faster! Ronan, try to catch me! Catch me!"
"Noah always won," Ronan continued. "Daddy would always celebrate his victory with a party." He spoke in a tone of jealousy. "I didn't like it. I didn't like it all. But I never cried. I only thought how Noah thought if things worked differently. But Noah always won Daddy's trust. When Daddy died, he gave away everything to Noah in his will. The business, the property, the money. You name it. I was the second class citizen in my own home." He paused, tears in his eyes. "Whenever I wanted something, I would go to Noah, and he would give me whatever I wanted. But side by side he always gave me the impression that he was better than me. That he was the older brother and I was the younger one. That was the love poison that stayed in my blood. But I won that poison. In the race of life, I beat him. I beat him, goddammit."
Ronan and Alice searched the house frantically, in and out of doors and rooms, wondering where the voice was coming from. They tried looking through the radio, but that wasn't playing it. It was playing on the television. They both gasped as they listened to everything being replayed. Not a word escaped from ither of their lips. When the clip was finished, something came on, something came on that Ronan would have passed out about. Noah was being played on the television screen.
"What's the matter, Ronan?" Noah's voice came from the TV. "The race isn't over yet, and you've all ready recited your fantasy about winning it and making me lose. Alice swallowed, and the pair of them spun around when they heard some one walk into the room. It was Noah. Alice looked as if she was about to faint, and Ronan looked as if he was about to pass out of his skin. Noah entered the room, a small devilish smile plastered on his face, as he watched them both stare at him. Ronan took a few steps backwards, frightened about what was going to happen. He knocked over some things on the table. He had never got such a shock in his life.
"This is what you're thinking right now, isn't it? That I fell from the terrace. There's a big difference between falling and dying. You watched exactly what I planned you to watch." Noah took a gun out of his pocket, blowing at its tip. "The plan was yours, but it was going exactly the way I wanted it to. Your eyes followed my every move, and my eyes followed your every move." Noah lay down on the sofa, resting his legs on the table next to it. "I would have never found out a single part of your plan, until I heard the phone call that you made in the hospital."
Noah went to the toilet and Ronan took his phone outside. He switched on the bathroom light to watch outside what Ronan was doing.
"Hello?" Ronan asked.
"Hello, it's Frank here," came the answer.
"Why are you ringing me at the specific moment in time?" Ronan hissed.
"Where's my money?" Frank demanded.
"Money?" Ronan repeated. "Noah's alive, he's not dead. There's nothing wrong with him at all. I need him killed, Frank, do you understand? I need him killed! But you're not doing anything now. I'm going to do it all by myself."
"When I got back from the hospital and went home, I searched your bedroom. There, I found Chantelle's file in your drawers. I was thinking where you got Chantelle's file from, when you had never even met her before. I finally understood, that you would use Chantelle to get what you wanted. I was the one who shook her hand first. I never sacrificed my love for her, Ronan; I got her to play a game with you. We had it all planned out from the start. All from the bloody start. I wanted to know what your plan was, and Chantelle helped me in doing that."
"What drink will you have?" Ronan asked Chantelle, grinning.
"You know I don't drink," Chantelle said seductively, joining him at the mini bar of the house. She wrapped her arms around him and gazed into his eyes. "Ronan, look how quickly we've both fallen in love," she smiled. "Let's get married."
Ronan began to laugh. "How can we get married?"
"Why not?" Chantelle asked, her arms still around him, but she was frowning.
"Why not?!" Ronan repeated. "Because a wedding takes a lot of preparation."
Chantelle detached her arms from him and resolved to standing nex
t to him. "So ... is it that you think I don't love you, and you think I'm still in love with Noah or something?"
"Nope," Ronan denied, and a smirk started to form on his lips.
"Come on baby, stop joking!" Chantelle said, wrapping her arms around him again and kissing his lips, wanting more, just like he'd kissed her on the ship. But he didn't kiss her back. He looked truly disgusted at her.
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