THE WRATH OF THE SEVEN SEAS

C15 GWENDOLYN ON THE RUN

With the hat covering half of her face ,a sunglasses, a coat covering almost all part of her body, she headed straight to the secretary with her heart in her mouth.

"Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon. Please what I can do for you?" The secretary asked looking keenly at her from head to toe wondering why someone has to cover her whole body in that heat.

"I'm here to see Madam Mitchell." Gwen said hiding the thumb underneath the coat.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes. I am to meet her here to twelve." She answered.

"Wait a minute." The Secretary said as she made for the telephone. She spoke into it for almost a minute before dropping the call.

"You can go in. Take the left turn by the right." She described.

"Thanks." Gwendolyn muttered as she made for the said area.

She walk briskly passed the numerous workers with her bowed down despite the sunglasses she was putting on.

Soon, she was standing by the entrance of the door with a bold inscription "MADAM M".

She inhaled hard as she heard her being called inside.

Madam M was sitting with Doctor McMahon. The man was in his early sixties and he happened to be the trusted Doctor of the Mitchell's family but let's say his loyalty starts and stopped with Madam M but not the Chairman.

"Come over here Gwen." Madam M called to her.

She walked briskly down to where the duo were sitting.

"This is Doctor McMahon. He will be doing the surgery." Madam M pronounced.

Gwen seems a little bit surprised. She didn't know how much more people Madam M wants to drag into the deal.

"The surgery is coming up any moment form now. Fi you have any plan on hold?"

"No." She replied sharply.

"Good. We're visiting the Braxton tomorrow. Be prepared."

Lucas stayed inside the studio when all others had gone to the school stadium to watch the high jump competition. He stayed behind. Somehow, he is feeling a strong unavoidable affection towards Jocelyn which at a point, he couldn't explain. He knew his deal with Zoe is not up yet, but what is he to do with his mind which keep on directing him towards Jocelyn. To him, it's the least he had expected.

The door cracked opened and Owen peeped in.

"Don't tell me you're in here all these while?" He demanded walking in.

"I'm not coming Owen. I got alot to think with my brain."

"So, you have brain?"

"I do. Once in a while."

"Is it about Zoe?"

"No. Jocelyn."

"You've got to be kidding me. That pathetic bitch."

"I love her." He blurt out.

"I want to puke." Owen said ironically as he stood looking at Lucas unbelievably.

"I don't understand. It's just crazy! I know it's crazy. I just....don't know. I love the girl."

"You're spitting nonsense Lucas. What are you supposed to do with Zoe? Huh?"

"She knew. She met us together and Zoe told her."

"They weren't on a good term."

"I know. It's complicated. "

"Is it? Nay. Wait here. I will bring Joce to you. And if I did, promise me you will come to the stadium with me."

"You can't bring Jocelyn here Owen. She is a damn psycho."

"Yeah and I'm a damn damn psycho. You watch."

Owen assured closing the door and headed towards the stadium.

Jocelyn was standing in front of Olivia trying to tighten the band on her ankle.

"How is Gwendolyn's thumb?"

"She is better."

"I wish she is here. Can I come visit you sone other times?"

"I.....don't know. Dad doesn't like too much visitors. He is probably allergic to them." She said chuckling.

"It's not funny." Olivia said keeping a straight face wondering why Jocelyn had been refusing to let her visit them.

Olivia looked at the front to check other contestants, to her amazement, Layla is participating.

"What?"

"What was that?"

"Layla. Over there. She is participating." Olivia said staring blankly into the sky.

Jocelyn knew she will. She had compel Mrs Watson. Eversince she came back from her journey to her father's prison, she had been behaving differently. More jovial than ever.

"What do you expect of a werewolf? They never miss a race."Jocelyn retorted.

"Will you stop that Jocelyn. We're not allowed to let the other party hear this." Olivia muffled.

"What?! Are you scared of her?"

"No. But please shut up."

"Cool." Jocelyn answered grumbling angrily.

She knelt down to tie the band to her knee when Zoe and Claure walked up to them.

"Queen of the pool." She called sarcastically.

Olivia sneered as Jocelyn looked up.

"Loser. What do you want?"

"Yeah. I'm the loser in the pool. But for real, you're the real loser. You're chasing my man Joce." Zoe splurted.

"Your man? Are you crazy? Who do you think you're talking to? Did my friend looks like an harlot to you?" Olivia bellowed.

"You can say that Olivia. More like a harlot." Zoe smirked.

Jocelyn stood up abruptly making a closed in contact with Zoe.

"What did you say?" She asked menacingly.

"Hey!" Owen called from afar closing in on them.

"Easy girls. Can we talk for a moment Zoe?" He asked.

"f**k off." Zoe said angrily as she left the scene with Claire on her tail.

"Hi Jocelyn. Can I see.....you for a while?" He asked gently more like a respectful subject to the chief.

"What for?"

"Please." He pleaded.

Jocelyn turned to look at Olivia and she nodded her head in approval.

Before the match commences, Jocelyn followed Owen down to the corridor of the building.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Someone wants to see you so badly."

"What for?"

"Sime stuff are not explainable."

"Better not be Marcellus, or else, alot of stuff will be explainable." Jocelyn retorted and Owen only smiled.

Owen opened the door to the studio and ushered her in then shut the door from outside. Jocelyn looked back angrily and started beating the door hard.

"Why did you lock me inside? Open this f*****g door now." She bawled.

"You'll thank me later." Owen answered from outside.

""Hi!" Lucas greeted as he stood up form the corner where he was sitting moving slowly towards her.

Jocelyn looked back slowly.

"Lucas? Did you just kidnapped me?"

"Oh no! You know I wouldn't do something like that. I....just can't."

"What are you doing in here by the way?" She asked.

"I was......I can't go out there?"

"Why?"

Lucas didn't know why but she seems so relaxed. He had thought she will never follow Owen but she did. And now she seems very calm. Damn. He loved her.

He moved gently step after step towards her while she leaned against the closed door.

What is he doing? She didn't know but she stand still. Whatever it is. But why? Shy would she allowed him to make her feel that way? She didn't know who is making who feel how. She can't even think straight. Not when he is already touching her cheeks. He is so close that she can feel the air coming out of his nostrils.

"I and Zoe were compromised. I never love her." He said slowly staring at her lips.

"Why are you telling it to me?" She asked calmly too, feeling stupid.

"I think I should. I felt that I should. I mean.....yiu should know."

"Why?" She said with her voice trailing away and Lucas barely heard what she said.

Damn, this is what she want.

Lucas traced his arm gently round her right waist. She winced and he almost chuckled. He was resting his second hand on the door which left him in the position of bending over her and staring straight into her iris.

"Tell me.... how do you feel about me?" Lucas asked calmly.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you feel anything?"

"I don't know."

"Really?" Lucas asked, drawing her closer.

Jocelyn was tired of the suspense. All she ever want was the stupid goddamn kiss. That's what she need.

When she realised Lucas wasn't making an early approach for it, she draw him closer to herself, hold his two cheeks passionately, stare into his eyes and traced her iris down to the two neatly shaped lips and made for it.

Lucas eyes lightened up. How could she? Did she just reached for his lips? He had thought she will peck. But she didn't. That goddamn daughter of a b***h!. Lucas let himself off. He didn't fight it. That's what he wants too. But this is too damn cool. Yeah.

Tongues were twisting and saliva mixing like a cooked soda. Jocelyn welcome the sensation. How can his lips tastes so damn cool. Super soft. That's what she has been missing. To hell with Zoe, Lucas is hers.

Lucas closed his eyes firmly. He had never come across someone as determined as Jocelyn. She always go for what is hers. Now, she is moaning. Damn. It feels alright. He had wanted to taste those lips long ago. Now, the lips had slipped in. It's a catch.

He expected her to stop but she didn't, she go on twisting and thrusting the tongue. So hard that Lucas feels like crying. And she is a lady for all the world could care. How could she kissed so?

*******

Eventually when Madam M released Gwendolyn when the Doctor had finished highlighting the process of the surgery to her. She was so down listening to how her life was going to change drastically. How she is going to totally changed everything about herself to another person she barely know.But no matter what, she had to do whatever to get her mother out of their den, even if risking her life will merit it. What's so important about the face anyways?

She stood up abruptly and headed for the door. She held onto the bead that had dropped from her eye. She had attempted to cry when she was inside and the bead had dropped instead and she hid it so the duo wouldn't see.

She walked briskly passed the Secretary and headed for the stairs without looking up. She made a contact with the floor.

Just then, Marcellus emerged from the door. Had it been she looked up maybe she would have seen him before he approached. But no, she only looked up when he was closed enough and there is no going back. She almost screamed. Madam M had told her that Marcellus hate the company and that he seldom comes. Now, here he is.

Marcellus had been taking a closely look at her from afar. He knew someone so dressed up was up to something. That will not be the first time they will caught an assassin in the company. It is either they were sent or they came on their own free will. And the person he is looking at now looks like one. But.... what if it's Charleigh? That was when he quickened his steps.

When Gwendolyn realised what he was doing, she quickened her steps too and then burst into a run.

"Charleigh?!" Marcellus called and he run after her. When the securities saw him running, they joined the race.

Marcellus was already closing up on her and she was tired. She knew the consequences if he caught up with her. So, he threw the bead in her hand to his face. And she made her escape.

Marcellus caught the bead mid air. He brought it to his face. He was so sure the person he saw was Charleigh. He held onto the bead to his face staring at it as he watched the security men chasing after her.

"Come home Charleigh." He muttered.