Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 34

(Hellenia’s POV)

I was done with the packing as I flung a few pieces of underwear into my Louis Vuitton trunks. I glanced up at the clock it was 5 in the evening. Caleb, my husband, had to be on his way now. I loved him, I loved him so much. Ever since we married, everything had fallen right into place. He loved me so much. I smiled to myself as I heard a distinct tapping of hard shoes against the linoleum floor. He was home.

I turned around just as he entered. His electric blue eyes meeting mine. He smiled, despite the signs of tiredness that hung on the exterior. Light bags had begun to form under his eyes, his beautiful blond hair dishevelled. Signs of over exertion on every part of him. I went to him and kissed him, his lips opened giving me entrance to his mouth. I slipped my tongue in, hungry for his taste and he didn’t hold back, his own met mine. One of his hand fisted itself in my hair and the other rested on my butt, both touches pulling me closer to him. I slipped mine around his neck and the other one went down the hard ridges under his white shirt. He sucked on my bottom lip and I moaned softly. It took us few more kisses to pull away.

“Babe, you will be the death of me,” Caleb smiled at me, a genuine smile that went up to his eyes. I pecked him on the lips again, “And you will be of mine.”

Caleb, then handed me a heavy manila envelope I hadn’t seen him carrying. I frowned as I opened it. Caleb stroked my cheek, “It’s a passport by the name of Juliet Davidson. It’s for Milla. Her flight ticket is for my plane, I’ve already given the orders. It’s now en route to London. Tell her to go by the VIP terminal. I am pretty sure that Adrian, won’t think of checking the VIP terminal, he’d probably think that she was flying commercial instead of private. You, however, are going commercial. I’ve got you on a first class ticket in KLM. If he has eyes or even suspects, Hellenia Devonian-De Leeuw shouldn’t show up. I won’t risk you for your sister, and this is where I draw the line.” Caleb finished.

I kissed him again, “Thank you, my love. I love you, so much. You have no idea…You are helping me save my little one, baby. I love you.” I hugged him and threw the manila envelope in the trunk. He exhaled into the crook of my neck, “mijn liefde, just be careful, please. He is a fucking psycho, if anything happens to you…” He choked. I kissed him again, “nothing will happen to me, my love.”

“I sure do hope so.”

“You know that I’ll be back the same day, right? I will meet Milania in Spain, later on, when Alex has recovered. You do know that right?”

He nodded.

I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I was holding and smiled at him, assuring him that I would be alright.

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(Milania’s POV)

I walked into a tech shop and threw my bangles on the counter. A lanky teen boy, with a bad case of acne and sinus stared up at me, sea green eyes filled with annoyance and confusion, “Yes?”

I exhaled sharply and banged my fist on the glass counter, not caring about the fact that I could break it and harm my hand, “I need you to check this. And I mean thoroughly check this. I have a feeling that there is a tiny tracker on this and I need you to prove me right.” I fished out two five hundred Euro notes and flung it onto the counter, “And I need you to do it as fast as possible.”

The boy didn’t need more from me, seeing the notes he sprung towards the bangles. He ran his long fingers over the ridges, eyes intently looking for something. His face was stoic and then suddenly he frowned, “What is this?” he whispered to himself. I asked him, “What? What is it?”