Damaged Teens

Chapter Ten

Alex POV

"You make sure you haven't hurt her. I'll rearrange it for my personal doctor to come and give her a checkup. Also, Lemar is back in town and he's definitely searching for her. We go after his parents next, you hear me?" and with that I ended the call with this prick.

I told him months before the kidnap to fix the fucking escape but no. He allowed Maricka to find it. Anyways enough of that, I had a bigger task here at hand. Standing in nothing but an underwear in front of me was no other than model; Alecia Felix.

It's been four long months since I last saw her and I missed her so much. I've shown up at her doorstep in a quite tacky appearance but we lived past that. I simply told her that I got into a robbery as I was too ashamed to tell her that my younger best friend bust my ass after I impregnated my childhood best friend who is his lover.

Alecia has no idea of my true story. I met her some three years ago at an event that my adopted parents sponsored. We made love the same night and though she thought it was a one night stand, I worked double hard to teach her otherwise.

She knows I'm involved in wrongs and she's okay with it. What she doesn't know, is that I'm a father to be. What she doesn't know is that I'm not Alex Carter. What she doesn't know is that I "died" almost nine years ago. What she doesn't know is that I've been lying to her for three full years.

She crawled over me and rested her lower half on my manhood. Sensing that I'm a bit out of it she asked "Okay, what's wrong? You're clearly not yourself". I did not grant her an answer, instead I sighed a deep, long, stressful sigh. I thought that perhaps I should tell her the truth, that she deserves to know. I was afraid of her reaction though. Wait til after sex my nasty subconscious dropped in and I chuckled lightly.

A wtf look was what I received from her and I replaced it with a passionate kiss. "Whats wrong is that I've missed you so much and I want to make love to you until my lungs give out" and with that we began.

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Lemar's POV

"Liam think he's smart" I snarled, disgusted by the guy I had as my brother some six years now. "Who's Liam?" questioned my little sister and I sighed deeply, knowing that a brand new set of story was there for her to soak in. "Alex Carter I think..." I trailed, trying to decipher between his identities. Yes it's more than one. You have Jason Pinnock too.

"You mean the hottie that came to Mar some months ago in the cafe? How do you know him? Omg he's such a hottie. He was so into Mar-"

"Renae shut up, please." I cut her off. My fists clenched.

"My bad. Why are you calling him Liam though?" she questioned.

"Because Liam Goodchild is his real name." I spat.

"As in Mar's friend who died ten years ago?"

"Eight" I corrected "and yes."

"What the fuck??? Am I even living in New York? Is this really 2017? Are my parents really my parents? What else is new??" she blabbered.

Her melodramatic persona reflects mom and my heart sunk remembering all I've placed her through.

"Hello!!! I'm fucking talking to you here" she screamed. "Can you please stop shouting? God dammit!" I howled. I understand this is a lot for her to be soaking in but this damn mouth of hers need to be controlled.

"Look, I don't have the time to explain anything because Mar is in danger and the baby is too. So less questioning and more working. I promise I'll tell you everything you need to know when the time is right" I explained. "Promise?" she sighed. "Promise" I replied sincerely.