Beneath The Orange Sunset ✔️

Nine

Books and friends should be few and good

~9~

A week has passed since the bleeding episode of Maxime Lacroix. He looked younger, he felt so much younger like a kindergarten kid. He was practically been baby-sitted all over again. Especially by that Samuel guy.

He was hired to nurse and not babysit him. Maxime had to make that clear next time he comes.

Lately he felt better. He felt uplifted. He felt... that someone was watching him. He felt a lot of things. But first he was ready to let Ms Philippe go. God bless her soul. He felt it was ready to let go.

Now he will have to face the world. And he will have to do it... without his eyes.

He stood defenseless without his sight. He used to be optimistic, outgoing and fun loving, until after the accident.

His recent affliction of nosebleed had him scared to the bone. He had only wanted to feel his eyes with his fingers again. Ms Philippe had said two weeks and his eyes will be restored.

It was almost two weeks and he was getting impatient.

Once he had gotten the bandages off. He felt disoriented. Nausea set in and he had felt liquid rush to his brain and down his nose. The worst happened when he had touched his blood. He felt the red liquid in his hands. He was so frightened and confused. The bathroom started spinning. His brain couldn't process what was happening. He was lucky Samuel was there just in time to catch him.

Catch him.
Hold him.
Call his name.

Maxime Lacroix paced to the window and leaned on the wall beside it. A new bandage was wrapped around his head. It smelt fresh with scents of Samuel on it. He crossed his arms across his bare chest. He hardly noticed the beauty of the fully blossomed green forest that flanked the country home.

Nor the black buttoned piece of hardware installed above the window panel.

Why did he have the feeling that he was been watched?

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Emile M. Lacroix dropped onto the soft furry sofa. She rubbed the back of her neck and leaned on the back rest.

She smiled when two warm masculine hands appeared and began massaging her achy shoulders.

"Like that?"

"Yes, I love it," she said.

The massaging continued for a minute and ended with a kiss on her lips.

Fabien LaPointe said, "Having a bad day?"

"You have no idea," Emile sighed. "I'm having a rough week."

Fabien said nothing. He wore a beach shirt and khaki shorts. Since Emile added she was having a rough week he had no plans but to make her happy.
He gave her a glass of Absinthe wine.

"Sorry," Fabien Lapointe said. "You know my doors are always open.

"I'm under a lot of stress," Emile broke in.

"I understand," Fabien sipped from his cup.

"When I learned what happened to Maxime, I thought - " His voice caught short in his throat.

"Maxime, Maxime! He's driving me crazy. The boy is not what he used to be."

"How?" Fabien Lapointe asked with curious eyes. "Is he proving stubborn?"

Emile continued. "I don't know. He just seem different. I wish..."
Her eyes slid off to the side.

"Don't get obsessed over the boy. He is harmless now."

"Fabien, I don't like that he's harmless."

Fabien Lapointe looked over the large blue swimming pool that courted his country home. He didn't like that either.

"He is only passing through what a normal blind person would. You don't have to be stressed about him."

He sounded very tough and unpleasant. He gulped down the remaining alcohol in the cup and walked to her side.

"Sorry, honey," he said touching her cheeks. When she didn't respond he leaned closer and brushed his lips with hers.

"Now how is my son doing, tell me,"

"He's - "

He interrupted her speech with small kiss to her thin red lips. He lifted her cup from her hand and sipped then brought the cup to her mouth.

Emile Lacroix smiled weakly. "Don't you think this is too much to drink. It's hot."

He nodded. "I'm sure it is."

Fabien moved closer to the sofa beside his woman and cupped her face in his hands.
"Just like you, I've missed you, Emile."

Without much hesitation, Fabien continued toying with her lips till she pulled him in and kissed him hungrily.

It may be a difficult time for the family. The loss of Alberte may have been the worse. He had always trusted Emile. They had always trusted her. The accident had been a jolting shock. The dramatic twist of Maxime survival and tragic blindness, even more disheartening. Stress came naturally especially to her.

Fabien worked his masculine hands over her body. He felt elevated when he got between her thighs.

"Oh, I didn't wish for this, Fabien," Emile said softly.

Her words hung in the air as she closed her eyes and took in the massive sexual waves hitting her body.

The silence was broken when a plunge of hard flesh came surging in between her mid section.
His face searched for hers. Their lips made contact as their waists gyrated with the rhythm of ecstasy.

"Tell me, what did you wish for?"