Chapter 6 Alba

I followed her around the house, trying to calm her.

"Please babe, try to understand."

"No. Absolutely not. I am not getting pregnant for nobody." She turned to face me. "Who do you think you are, Torsney? You think because you're rich, you can just waltz in and take control of somebody else's life? No sir, thank you very much."

She stormed off to the toilet, only place there wouldn't be room enough for two, and slammed the door shut.

"And do not even bloody think of coercing me into it with anymore of your evil proposals. Do not dare!" I heard her yell from behind the door.

And every bit of this, my dad's fault. What that man actually wanted from his successor was still a mystery to me. As a first, it had been: "Now, no I need y'all to go on, and get yourself your lost ribs. Steal it, if you can. If you want the most of my wealth, that is." No questions, Torsney did just that. Went and got myself a volcano for a wife. Just the one that had happened to be with me that night.

Then, after two months, he'd gone again with another of his mad thinking: "Now, y'all are done fooling around. If you want my companies, go get responsible. Father a child. Show me you can take care of something so fragile. Make for yourselves heirs. See if the redheaded whores still left you potent." And though the last line had been a jibe to a particular twin of mine, I had not been left out of the rule.

And just when I had started to bond with her. When she started to love me. Ruined all of it! My life, what was wrong with it. Why couldn't he just flip a goddamn coin and be done with it.

Now, I had one angry lady at my hands who's threatened break up the entire deal if I pushed. That's it Allaband Bernhardt, way to go.

"Babe, you done yet?"

"Leave me alone, damn you!"

Yeah, that temper was definitely not cooling anytime soon. Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed my keys, walked out and into the new ____ I had been hoping to maybe buy her over with. I just sat, thinking. What to do? What else to say?

My phone beeped. I got it out. It was a test from Alba. And I thought I already blocked that mental one.

It read simply: Devon Hotels. Now.

Now what was she up to? An ambush, wasn't it? Hoping to trip me with that fancy body of hers. Ha. Good luck to that. Darcy was way better at that.

I texted back: No chance.

Want your little secret out? Come meet me now, ASAP!

That one text of hers did something to agitate my already troubled self. I drew up Devon hotels on Google maps. It was close. I wondered at the coincidence. Had she been stalking me all these while. Did she really have my secret.

I pulled the car out and followed google's directions.

Devon hotels was five-star, as I knew. Pretty building with glasses. Huge parking lot. Irritating valets. Alba had already called down that she had an appointment with me.

"Torsney Bernhardt. And snap it up, sister," I told the receptionist, keeping my face steely. She blushed red and hard. A month ago, and I would have written her a hotel rooms number and the time. Not today though, too much on my hands already.

Alba had always been lovely. With a body a man could drown in and the right skills to go with it, she was a natural. I had kicked the door open and gone inside, ready for a quarrel, only there was none. Not yet, at least.

Alba stood at the foot of the bed, waiting. She had a teeny white towel wrapped round her middle self, covering from the tips of her breast to just an inch shy of her privates. She had obviously just come from the shower, and smelt of lavender. Her bob-styled hair dripped with water, and under all the white light, she was glowing. I almost stumbled. She took two, cautious steps, watching me with those sexily large eyes of hers. I stood straighter.

"Torsney, let's just stay here today. Me and you. Forget about everything for the moment. We can talk later. Let's just have a good grand time, like old times."

"So, where's the secret you plan on leaking? Me with you in a hotel room?" I looked around. "Where's the camera?"

She looked hurt with that last bite. As if I cared anymore.

"Torsney, please. Do you no longer want this?" She let the towel slip to the tiles. "Forgotten so soon?"

Alba was a goddess. And about that stuff with Darcy being better, forget it. Alba had it all. The full roundness of her breasts beckoned to me, daring me to charge. I let my eyes fall lower, and by God I was moved. Blood rushed. I felt myself will shatter. But the obviousness of the trap had all the self will under glue in seconds. She was right in front of me before I could gather myself, hugging me tight, wet and all. Crushing those breasts into my chest. It was all I could do not to drag her to the bed and let it all out. Forget everything. To just enjoy the moment. Have her in me till she begged me to stop.

She kissed me, sending her tongue on a venture inside my mouth. I ground my teeth hard, refusing her entry. Her hand had slowly been reaching down to my groin area, but I slapped it off.

"So, that's how it is now?" She gathered herself up, moved and wrapped up herself again.

"The thing between us, it's been long over. Since three months ago. No use trying to get us back together." I tried one of the coldest smiles I had. "Why did you bring me here, Alba?"

"To seduce you of course. After seeing that the big ass redhead couldn't get me a tape of you. But seeing as that has hit a brick wall. A blackmail will do just fine." She reached into the folds of the bedsheets and pulled out a tape recorder. She held it high, like it was a gold cup she just won. I almost laughed.

"Ah, I thought it was you. Have a nice recording of Travis instead. Some other time, and I might actually have begged to lend me that recording. Sleek of you to record yourself trying to seduce me now by the way. Real clever. Who you showing that one to?"

"It's not from now, stupid. Remember you and your contract lover arguing from this morning...," She glimpsed the surprise on my face and nodded. "Yeah, I have it all here."

"And what's stopping me from snatching it out your hands and smashing it into many pieces?"

"Hmmm, let me think." She pretended to think. "Say, because you're not violent? There's a second tape? I'm cleverer than you thought?"

"You are evil, Alba. I'll give you that. Well done." I clapped once. "So what's the deal? Order me to throw her out? To let you back in? Us being together is never going to work ever again. Clever you, is supposed to already have noticed that."

She plopped down into the bed, bouncing. She glared at me for a about ten seconds, neither of us saying a thing. Then she lay her back on the bed causing her towel to pull up, revealing her womanliness in a prospective I had never seen before. I averted my gaze, but my eyes kept going back to it. For me. I could rush at her as she lay, have my trousers off in half a second and have myself between those slender legs even before she could think to ask me why I changed my mind.

"Torsney, there's really no use for this now. Here, you can have it if you want." She chucked the heavy recorder at me, missing me completely and shattering against the wall. I didn't touch it. "But I will have you know this, since it's not me. It's not going to be that silly prostitute either. Darcy or Sally or whatever her name is. Watch me."

I said nothing.