UNTIL WE MEET

Chapter Fourteen

Jair stood to act what he conceived in mind.

He mixed different noxious substances. He toasted to the air.

"I toast to my last breath, " he drank.

It reacted. He died after ten seconds. Lord Lowry went to his tent and sat close to the corpse. He carried out a severe enchantment. Westcott was sitting on the length of the grave. The wind blew. He sat still to observe. In a while, he saw Jair approaching.

"No one is gonna dig your grave until your assignment is done. What do you want here?" Westcott refused him.

"Isn't it good to have me here?" Jair faced downward.

"There is no good at the wrong time. Now that you are here, what are you gonna do with your life? Whose grave will you lie in? All the graves here were built for one not two. Yours is missing, " Westcott denied him.

"I will wait till mine is built, " Jair told.

"What did Samantha say?" Westcott waited his word.

"I don't belong to that world again. Send another if you want to hear what she has to say, " Jair spoke arrogantly.

"You are wasting more time staying here, " Westcott told.

"I have fought many battle. I need a rest. Why can't I just have my way?" Jair was angry.

"According to my time, it's not your time, " Westcott unveiled.

For hours, Lowry got no result. He returned to a higher authority. It was discovered that Jair casted a spell on himself before he drank the substances. Lowry consulted other stronger lords and invoked. From morning till the sun stepped out, they emerged at nothing. Westcott began to battle with Jair to return to his body. He could not defeat him. Jair, a war lord never wanted to hit him hard to the ground. He was never serious with him until other war lords were present in the fight. None was able to nail his back to the ground.

"My love, I'm so sorry I did that, "

Goldsman held her in his eyes.

"Don't be sorry. I love it. Just that it was too crazy and risky to come in such scenario, " Samantha poured her mind.

"I want today to be the last time you leave me lonely, " he could not release him.

"I want the same. What are you gonna do to keep me?" she rubbed his lips.

"Three days from now I want to take you to the altar and put on your finger my ring. What about that? Enough to keep you?" he promised.

"I will do the thinking. Hm... Make that happen soon because I can't wait, " she was excited.

"I wanna go with you to the altar and be in your arms forever. If I wasn't ready, why I'm I here? Honey, tell me. Why am

I doing this with you?" she told.

"What if along the line you have another choice?" he parted the excitement.

"Let death decide that, " she was not willing to leave him.

"That was deep, " he talked.

"Mm- hm. As you are deep in-between my legs, " she told.

"I pray not to see you dead because I'm not done with you, " to loose him was not an option.

They kissed and went to the registry.

"I can't be tired of you not even in my old age, " Torres confessed.

"Time and time again I want you not far from me. Take the hard hit from you and stay in you arm forever, " Tess was deeply in love.

Pollard sighted them and shook his head.

"Invite me for your wedding. I want to roll the camera on you two, " he informed.

They laughed and boarded different flight.

Tess and Torres landed at 08:44a.m in Los Angeles.

"It's been long here. Welcome back to our loving country. I feel different here. Can I guess the address of your house?" Tess requested.

He turned at her.

"Don't bother your head. The steering and the wheels will take us there, " he waved at a cab.

He told the driver the address.

"Hop in let's begin the drive, " Newall called them in.

"Our luggages needs some space, " he told.

Newall took them into the boot and drove.

Goldsman opened his eyes.

Samantha woke in his arm. He channeled a look on her.

"Like a suckling child you slept in my arm again, " he positioned his eyes on her chest.

"It was safe in your arm. You forgot something on my chest?" she rubbed her eye.

"Those two on your chest keep calling like a virgin breasts knows only a direction. Good morning. Distraction took that from me, " he held her.

"A question for you, " she told.

He kissed her n*****s.

"Don't delay. Don't be late on it, " he permitted.

"When you are old with me, will you still be romantic?" she expected a yes.

"What makes you think the romantic part of me will die at that time?" he waited answer.

"It was imagination, " she told.

"What about now? What if I choose to seize you to myself no more? What if I say it is

over, will you go over? What if I surrender? What if it is time to marry you?" he folded his hands watching.

For awhile, she bothered her mind and leaned on her breasts on his chest after parting his hands.

"What if we start now, do you have anywhere to run? What if I seize you in-between my legs, do you have a deliverer? What if I say

it is over, will you surrender all of you to me? What if I say I'm ready for you now, will you still marry me?" she tested.

"Oh, my goodness!" he shouted.

"That shout is a message. Give me the message, " she held him.

"Thank God for the reminder. Today is the day we set apart for our wedding, " he told.

She screamed.

"That's true, " she had a long smooch.

He unwrapped himself to go out. She rolled the blanket apart and stood on his path. He beheld her nudeness. She lifted his head with a finger on his chin. She offered a seductive look.

"Don't tell me you have nothing to do with these, " she rubbed her n*****s.

She wrapped her leg on his waist.

"I know what you want. I know what you mean. Let's go to that altar and return. I promise, you will beg for more than this you want, " he could not beat resistance.

"If I'm now outdated, take another to that altar, " she moved her lips closer to his n****e.

"You are not listening, " he sounded.

"I heard your words clearly. What about if you hold my ass and lean on my n*****s? What

if you give it to me, will you be ashamed?

Let's commit this sin for the last time and get ready for righteousness. Won't you do

this for me? Won't you do this with me? A smooch on your pink lips makes me horny. What attracts you more than me?

What turns you on more than my rudeness? What calls you more than my body? What

do you obey more than my breasts?" she waited on him.

He fell her backward.