Two of Hearts

by Alexa Jackson

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Epilogue

  Two of Hearts

  Alexa Jackson

  Copyright © 2017 Alexa Jakson

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, businesses, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  COVER

  Denis Lenzi

  Review

  Andrew Morris

  [2017]

  All rights reserved for this edition

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system information without the written permission of the author and publisher.

  Prologue

  Adam

  Several men walk through the apartment, dragging the furniture, moving the wiring, test other cameras. I follow everything closely while Peter oversees other details. What I am doing is a risk, but I'm willing to take.

  - Are you sure you want to continue?

  Peter gives voice to my consistent side insisted on telling me all the time, in fact, still he says.

  - She will not be happy with that.

  I grit my teeth. He has asked me that about twenty times, only the last two hours.

  - Does not matter. You know it's for her safety.

  - What I know is that it is also my friend. -Peter Puts her hand between her legs while still muttering: - In addition, I still like my balls in the place where they are, then let me out when all out of control. Why do I know it will.

  - Big ass.

  I defy you trying to ease the tension. Peter had been against my idea from the beginning. In fact, it was very hard to convince him. But as soon as he said that Charlotte had asked to put a surveillance camera in the apartment entrance door, I immediately went much further. When it comes to Penelope and their safety, I cease to be rational. Also, with or without his help, I put into practice my decision.

  Ignoring him, and ignore my conscience, I go to the room. The technicians had ended there. Check the equipment and make sure I are working properly.

  - Your last chance to turn back.

  Peter to anchor the door and stares at me, really.

  - That's invasion of privacy, Adam, you know that.

  - Like you've never done it before.

  Step through it and return to the room.

  - Is different!

  Even back, I can feel it rolling his eyes.

  - Know this.

  I look around the room. Incredibly, there's no trace that other people have been here, its employees had gone, they were really very efficient.

  - Shit, Adam! This will give shit. And the big ones.

  - I know.

  Smile and went to the door.

  - Shit, and large.

  I just hope to be able to clean the trash when the bomb goes off. And Penelope understand.

  - You have to understand.

  My words echo in the apartment before I close the door.

  Chapter 1

  Penelope

  Definitely, people do not die of love. Although I, countless times, wished so. I have stopped counting how many hours, days, weeks or months have passed since Adam and I separated. The pain throbbing in my chest is constant. I imagine it as a cancer, pulling me all the good parts. But I have survived and endured every day.

  Eating, sleeping, working, and so I follow for another day of my insignificant life.

  - Lunch tomorrow afternoon ... - the whisper close to my ear reveal who my interlocutor before we enter the elevator - and not accept no for an answer. Opened a new restaurant nearby, I think you will love to know.

  I smile, more for education than by will. I have done this a lot too; Moreover, I discovered that I am a great actress, able to camouflage my real feelings behind a supposedly sweet smile.

  - You know I do not have a fixed schedule, Max.

  It's not exactly lie to dodge the invitation for lunch, but it's the perfect excuse to save me an hour pretending to hear and end up with a sore jaw for keeping a fake smile - Mr. Durant walks a bit worried in the last days .

  Actually, I'm being kind. Neil walks unbearable. A great design was stolen from the company for some time, and have no information on who may have done it. Luckily, it was a project initiation and no major damage, but a slight drop in the stock market, something my boss, with his brilliant mind, was able to reverse.

  At the time, the seat of DET walks with a charged atmosphere. Despite all the efforts of Peter, who is in charge of the investigation did not reach any conclusion on who might be the spy.

  At the time, check all copies of the building security tapes. This has worried many people, including me. Whenever I remember that at some point summer Adam and I fucked in the garage of the building, I feel chills all over my body.

  If anyone had doubts about our involvement now would sure. Again, I will be the subject of gossip and annoying comments. I do not understand my ability to make my life a drama of soap opera.

  - You should leave this dull job and come work with me - he smiled, showing a row of perfect teeth.

  Strangely, we had become good friends. Max helped me not to dive into the sea of sadness and loneliness that I probably would have drowned. Of course the first few weeks I did not know anyone, even I contemplated the possibility of returning to my city and return to live with my parents. But nothing will change what I feel. There is within me a void that no one else will be able to fill.

  - Well, if things continue the way they think, probably I accept his offer very soon.

  I take a deep breath and try to control a new wave of chills ruffling my skin, with the mere memory of that day.

  Oh, when I think of the damn recording committal. What my boss say to come across that? I venture to say that I can already count the minutes I have left the company.

  It may be fired up to be something good. I no longer have to meet with Adam in the company, although now, their visits are much less routine. Also I do not need more having to listen to the sound of his velvet voice on the phone when he calls, and not be concerned about the idea that it can appear
at any time, disrupting my day.

  - Penelope?

  A muscle wall slap my view of the hallway as the doors open.

  Damn it. Something tells me that the small package of brown paper, folded in half, will seal my fate. It happened right before I imagined. The Neil reaction must have been really untimely, to the point of asking his friend to do the role of villain to resign.

  - Can I talk to you? - Asks Peter, staring at Max with face of few friends.

  The expression on his face would make anyone run into mother's quest as a little boy, and it was exactly what Max did; ran away.

  - I already know what you have to say.

  I gather what little remains my courage and try to pass him.

  - I'll just pack my things.

  - What are you talking about? - Asks him to wrap his strong hands around my waist.

  I always liked Peter. Unlike its intimidating appearance, he was always very kind to me. I do not understand why, right now, he wants the role of torturer.

  - It's about the tape?

  Indicate the envelope in his hand and look at my shoes, avoiding looking at him.

  - How did you see it?

  - Enough...

  I bet enough that he said was exactly everything.

  Shit. He did not deny. My will is shove me under the covers I had left unmade on my bed and stay there until my last day of life, and if I had any luck, it would be very soon.

  - I think this belongs to you - he mutters, holding the envelope in my direction. - Do not let anyone else look.

  When I raise my head, I notice now that he is focusing his gaze on their own feet. Who could say that he would be ashamed before a sex scene?

  - Neil ... he ... well ... - stammer, seeking words to my question.

  - No, he did not see.

  Her eyes meet mine and I see a mischievous smile, he tries to control his lips.

  Ah! damn pervert!

  Peter had watched Adam and I make love, surely.

  - I have to go now - he says, getting serious.

  Probably my glare has warned him that an angry woman is more dangerous than an armed man.

  - If I were you, I would be careful with it - Peter alert before heading down the hall - will not like to fall into the wrong hands.

  Obviously I will destroy this recording at the first opportunity. What does he think I do? I would throw myself on my bed to watch one of the most incredible moments of my life?

  Not even!

  - Penelope?

  Hop on my heels, impressed by not having me unbalanced and broken his leg. What's wrong with people today to scare me all the time?

  - Aline.

  quickly keep the envelope in my purse and give her my best smile.

  - Neil is looking for you - she mutters, breathless - I suggest you go prepared, it seems more angry than the morning.

  Practically run to my room, where I play the stock market. Peter had sworn that no one had looked over the tape, but it does not mean that no one else has seen before him.

  - Sir?

  Meeting him walking from one end to another of the room. He seems lost in his own world, indifferent to what is happening around him.

  - Call the Crighton and ask them to come urgently - he says, and at the same time, I feel my legs tremble as gelatins.

  Worse than knowing that Peter, my boss, and I do not know how many people had seen me in a very intimate and embarrassing scenes with Adam, is to have his presence reminding me how much he is able to turn my head to the point of being so careless and reckless. Not to mention the fact that the view always moves me in an inexplicable way. Who said that things could not get any worse?

  - Sir, I ...

  - No matter what he's doing - he emphasizes, this time looking at me. - I want him here!

  - Yes, sir - I mutter almost inaudibly before leaving.

  My steps, gestures and movements to take to my room and pick up the phone are mechanical. I should flee. Yes, run as far as I could, but as always, I opt for the hard way, which is to face my face problems.

  All right, I had acted crazy way, but that's not how they act the love? me left now gather some pride that I still have and get out of that head up company.

  - Crighton law.

  The voice of Veronica takes me this stupor.

  Hello, Veronica -pigarreio gently to dilute the lump in my throat - Mr. Crighton is?

  I started to talk to her directly, whenever it was necessary to contact Adam. We did not become friends, or even a little more intimate, but we treat each other with professional respect. I know that deep down she thinks I'm pathetic, after all, I was one of the most deluded women who had filled his boss list. Probably, she and her sister feel avenged by I became just another number scratched on his agenda.

  - Out to lunch fifteen minutes ago - she murmurs.

  - I need him to come to the company immediately ... I mean, Mr. Durant calls.

  Only to watch my public humiliation, complete mentally. Astonishingly, the fact that the review shakes me more than sermons and the resignation letter I receive from my boss. And although at the time I hate like never hated anyone, there is a great deal in my heart masochist who insists on seeing him again. Maybe the last. I feel a tightness in the chest on this possibility.

  - I will contact him - she says.

  I whisper a thank you and try, just try, turn my attention to the work. I can say at the moment is what keeps me sane. Diving at work is what has given me the strength to get out of bed, after all, life must go on. And my was not going to stop because of a broken heart, for more than a few times, especially during the cold and lonely nights, I feel so.

  ****

  I'm in an unfair fight against a drawer in the file room, when the back of my neck are bristly and feel my whole body shiver. Not that I need looking up for me to identify the person in front of me. Some people have a remarkable magnetism. Adam, no doubt, is so, or perhaps the fact that it is more important to me than anyone else in the world.

  The questions please find your beautiful brown eyes and the will to ignore it in order to protect me, split me in half. But the female heart is masochistic and traitor.

  Incredibly, the first feeling I have is good. The happiness that we have to see who we love, which is able to warm our hearts as a sunny day. Are five minutes of happiness, which are then replaced by the harsh reality.

  We're separated.

  While sparks of pain create a new layer on my chest, my eyes can not observe anything but your beautiful face, which are not focused on mine as they should.

  Adam is clearly eating my breasts through the neckline of her dress, which due to my position leaning against the drawer, leaving them even more exposed.

  Cursed men, all of them. While my concern is keeping my heart protected, he thinks about sex!

  I rise hastily, hearing her moan of protest, and I feel as happy as a wicked witch taking candy from a child. He constantly told me how my breasts fascinated him, then, for a moment, I have the great taste of revenge by running my lips.

  - We need to talk - mutters Adam, the sound of your voice causes a slight shiver in my body.

  I should already be immune to his presence, his smell, his touch; above all, my traitorous body should be by my side.

  - I think we have said it all - push the stuck drawer hard, but all I can is unbalancing me, causing him to come to my rescue.

  When the fingers slide over the bare skin of my arms and fixate on my waist, uniting our bodies, all believed to be self in me is gone like a puff of smoke.

  I should not react that way at the touch of your hand on my skin; his fingers stroking me should not cause this vertiginous feeling, and my heart should not hit as hard as now. Above all, I should not want Adam to kiss me as I wish. should not want to feel anything more than anger, the same rage that made me take him away from me.

  - Why do you refuse to hear me? - He asks, frustrated and something else in his eyes, I know not set very well.

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nbsp; Maybe pain? Repentance?

  - You may not want to hear me - he murmurs, his warm breath caressing my face - But your body speaks. He was always the most communicative part of you.

  He's right. No matter what my mind says that I push him away from me, that really should send him to hell, my body always react in a different way, contrary to reason.

  Then he kisses me. How something can seem so right and so wrong at the same time?

  While his tongue wanders through my mouth, pulling me sighs, producing chills through my body, all I think about is how we look when we are perfect together.

  Adam corners me against the closet drawers and presses her body against mine. His excitement is as obvious as the throbbing between my legs. His hands roam my body, and the kiss becomes animalistic, full of fury, and an uncontrolled desire to dominate us.

  He grabs my thigh, twisting my leg around his waist while rubs his cock in me, hard as marble. His hand slides down my leg, slides down my thigh, and before I can stop, it is within my already wet panties. And when your fingers strum, making a tortuous trail to my throbbing clitoris, I feel my legs give way.

  I might just be going crazy. Even though there is a record that will surely give me dismissal for cause, I am here again, melting into the arms of the man who caused all my misfortune. That bloody power he may have about me?

  I could continue navigating through these absurd thoughts, if their nimble fingers were not fucking me in a bewildering way.

  - Oh God!

  The sharp sound escapes my throat, and then his mouth copper mine, muffling the disjointed noises that burst from my lips.

  Adam takes me in every way. He claims my mouth, my body, mind, and even my soul belongs to him. There is nothing I can do but soak in the pleasure it causes me. I burst into an orgasm that takes me all my self-control, moaning his name in his mouth every pleasure spasm.

  I need a few minutes to regain consciousness and return to me. I'm stuck between reality and madness we have just experienced.

  - So now you hear me?

  I look at her beautiful face, but with slightly haughty look and victorious when I met him. A key was turned on in my mind as soon as he uttered the cursed words.